"Yo! Green Dude!"

It was a call that had grown very familiar to him, but it was still a bit surprising.

Class A and Class B had always had a friendly relationship among each other (one Monoma Neito-shaped wedge notwithstanding), but it's not like both classes really made an effort to mingle on a regular basis. While everyone was proud to call the other a good friend, and trusted partner, outside of the occasional group hangout, Class A students weren't really on a daily-meet basis with the Class B ones.

That changed, however, when Tokage Setsuna came to him out of the blue one day after joint training classes. She was looking for some pointers, and figured she'd heard so much about Midoriya Izuku's knack for Quirk analysis, that she'd try and take advantage of that. Izuku was, of course, more than happy to help! He'd always relished the opportunity to work alongside other Hero Students; he loved working with everyone in his class, obviously, but a little variety from working with someone he didn't see every single day was just nice to experience!

And of all people to work with, he couldn't ask for someone better than Setsuna. One of only four students in their year who joined UA by recommendations, Setsuna was on the same level as Momo or Shouto in that regard, and that was nothing to sneeze at! This was just as beneficial for her as it was for him, as they could exchange all sorts of notes and knowledge! Right away, Izuku could tell Setsuna had a very keen mind for strategy, even if he was a bit taken aback at how brutally efficient her mindset was. "Early bird gets the worm" was her philosophy, and she believed every strategy relied on a swift and immediate attack to catch your opponents off-guard from the very start, minimizing the fighting necessary, and thus, minimizing the collateral damage. It was a viewpoint Izuku could definitely respect and even learn a lot from.

For the first week or two, they kept meeting after classes to train a bit more, but just as Izuku had grown accustomed to the routine, Setsuna would change it. One weekend, she decided to drop by the Class A dorms, and just... hang out there with Izuku. This was a bit of an unusual sight, but Izuku wasn't opposed to it by any means; they just spent the day chatting about ordinary things, without focusing on work for once. And it happened again the next weekend, then a few times during the next week. It had gotten to the point where Setsuna would wait outside the Class B dorms for Izuku to walk by, so they could walk together to school.

Naturally, Izuku got a few comments thrown his way about all of this: Mina's brain was going overdrive about the forbidden inter-class romance blossoming right before their very eyes; Minoru and Denki were begrudgingly giving him props through clenched teeth about Izuku hanging out with a "dangerous bombshell" like Setsuna; even Ochako and Iida seemed to wonder about what was actually going on.

Of course, everyone was being ridiculous. Yes, Izuku and Setsuna were spending a lot of time together, but they were only doing so as friends. Sure, Setsuna was usually without restrain in her flirting, but she was like that around everybody. Even as nervous as it made him, Izuku could tell Setsuna was simply having fun, and she never went too far beyond some teasing. From the outside looking in, they could definitely appear to be very "couple-y", but Setsuna had never actually made any real indication she was interested in Izuku, so he wasn't about to jump to any conclusions just because everyone around him was.

Setsuna was a close friend, and that was more than good enough for him.

Besides, Izuku wasn't blind. One look at Setsuna and it was clear as day: she was so beyond his league, they weren't even in the same continent. That Christmas party where she showed up in a Santa outfit with the most dangerously short shirt he'd ever seen around the holidays, and a matching jacket that unrepentantly showed off her toned abs, as well as generous cleavage, made sure a majority of the boys in both classes weren't walking straight for a while.

So, really, Setsuna had no reason to ever be interested in Izuku. He knew that perfectly well.

"Yo, Green Dude!" she said in her usual high-energy and toothy grin. "What took ya? I've been waiting out here for half an hour!"

"Sorry, Tokage-san!" Izuku apologized, having only now left the training grounds. "I was just going over some notes with All Might. You could've texted me; I would've ended it sooner if I knew you were-...?"

He blinked as Setsuna quickly shoved a small box in his face, her grin still on proud display on her face.

"...uh?"

"Take it, you dummy!"

Izuku was clearly still surprised, but he managed to convince his hands to take the box. "Wha- But- Tokage-san, why-?" it wasn't his birthday, right? He was pretty sure it wasn't.

Setsuna just shrugged her shoulders. "No reason, really. I've just been having a really good time with you, is all! So, I wanted you to have it!"

"Tokage-san, I'm... I really don't know what to say! I wish you'd told me; I could've bought something for you too! I just feel kinda bad accepting a gift without-" he trailed off as Setsuna quickly started cackling.

"Geez, most people would just be happy about getting a gift, y'know!" she said as Izuku blushed. "Besides, you don't gotta worry about repaying me or anything! This is a gift that's... let's just say, it'll be shared between both of us!"

Izuku blinked, tilting his head a bit in confusion. He looked back down at the box, already growing curious about what it could possibly be. It wasn't big, but not really small either; about the size of a regular bag of chips. It had noticeable weight, but it wasn't heavy. It was purple, same color as Setsuna's costume, and even tied with a green bow like her hair, which he thought was a cute detail. He'd be sure to cherish the package as well as the gift inside!

When he moved to open the box, however- "Wait! Not here." Setsuna stopped him, but her grin was still shining brightly. "Promise me you won't open it till after dinner, alright? And don't let anybody find out about it, OK?"

"Uhh... alright, sure." he nodded. "But, why all the secrecy?"

She just shrugged her shoulders. "By all means, open it up in front of everybody if you want! If you just want to deal with all the yammering that'll spring up over you receiving a gift from a girl..."

Izuku flinched, already picturing all the reactions from Mina and Minoru, and quickly realizing that, yeah, it was probably best to keep this to himself. "R-Right, good point..."

"Great!" she clapped with a little skip, stepping closer to Izuku. "Oh, and just to make it clear..." she placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning in very close to talk right into his ear, and say: "It's yours now, so you're free to use it how-e-ver you want~"

With that she leaned back, gave him a wink, and quickly headed off towards the dorms by herself, leaving Izuku just a tad bit more confused.

Dinner had come and went, and while Izuku felt cool and calm about waiting to open Setsuna's gift, time had just seemed to slow down and freeze, and he found the curiosity burning deeper in his stomach. Truth be told, Izuku did not get many gifts from other people. He didn't have very many friends growing up, and even when he joined UA and made actual friends, he was pretty insistent on them not having to feel like they had to spend much money on birthday gifts for him (partially because he knew of Ochako's family's money problems, and he didn't want to contribute to that).

It was a strangely unfamiliar sensation for him, the feeling that he had a present waiting for him in his room, that wasn't from his close relatives. But he powered through, as he had promised Setsuna. He had a quick shower; he had dinner; he helped with the cleanup; acting as normally as he could so nobody suspected a thing. And finally, his patience was rewarded as he found himself retreating back to his room. He was all alone, nobody should disturb him, and he could finally focus on that gift!

He took the box from under the bed where he'd stashed it immediately after arriving to the dorms, and took a seat at his desk. The box was placed on it, and he quickly moved to (carefully so he wouldn't damage it) undo the simple but cute bow Setsuna had tied around the box. All that was left was to open the lid.

And he did so.

And then he stared.

He stared at the contents of that box with a look on his face he had only ever once given to a fish.

There was no other way to describe it.

In that box, resting atop a small cushion for safe-keeping...

Was a vagina.

Yup.

That is literally what Izuku was staring at.

He was pretty confident he knew how to identify a vagina.

And that was definitely a vagina.

Don't ask him how.

Don't tell his mother that he knows.

But he knows.

That that is definitely a vagina.

"..."

The room was silent for a few moments, until, finally, Izuku made a sound.

He chuckled.

"Very funny..." he sighed, surprising even himself a little. He figured a few months ago, he'd be blushing up a storm, stammering and freaking the hell out over having something so obscene in his near vicinity. But that was old Izuku! New Izuku had grown accustomed to Setsuna's outgoing and playful little pranks. He was still embarrassed, sure, but it really was a Setsuna move to offer him a sex toy as a joke. She always talked about how stiff he was, and how he needed to "let loose" some of that steam - let out his "inner-caveman", as she put it - so this was just her escalating the joke.

And it was funny, it really was!

Maybe Setsuna was right. maybe he really did need to loosen up. Just not the way she was suggesting, as instead, Izuku started thinking about how to successfully prank her back! He did not know he had this side to him, but Setsuna had woken up the sleeping tiger, and she had no idea what was coming! Delightfully devilish, Izuku...! he thought to himself as the pranks seemed to just flow into his brain with surprising ease.

...

Still... Izuku couldn't quite take his eyes off the content of the box. Not because he was interested in it or anything, of course! It's just... well, the artistry on display was shockingly good! It really looked like he was looking at real flesh and skin! This had to be some really high-end product; how much money did Setsuna spend on a stupid joke? He also had to wonder about the logistics on display: he wasn't an expert on sex toys or anything, but shouldn't this come with some opening parts for cleaning it? This toy just seemed like one solid piece. The toy itself was wedge-shaped, about 8 or 9 inches in length from "opening" to back, and he could find any seams on it. Maybe it was underneath?

He reached into the box, picking up the sex toy to check the underside. Nope, no seams there either. How was this supposed to work, then?

And, wow, it was pretty warm. Was that a feature? Did it just come turned on like that? That just seemed like a waste of battery, how do you turn it off?

He looked at the opening, and while it was pretty embarrassing, maybe there were some buttons inside? His curiosity drove him to it, really, as he carefully used his fingers to pry apart the lips-

And they trembled.

OK, a bit surprising, Izuku may have squeaked in shock. Was that a feature? Did it actually react to touch? Again, how much money did Setsuna put into this!?

He went back in, carefully moving the lips apart, and this stupid toy was only amazing him further with how realistic the interior looked. It was even growing more wet as he gently poked around the other edge, trying to find some sort of-

A buzzing snapped Izuku out of his thoughts. He'd gotten a text message from his phone on the desk. Careful to use his non-wet pinky finger to check- it was from Setsuna.

"Took you long enough."

Izuku blinked, confused, and quickly (if a bit awkwardly) typed back: "What do you mean?"

"The gift, dummy. Took you long enough."

Another blink, before he rolled his eyes. "Very funny. Wait, are you spying on me?"

"I don't have to." and a winking face.

Izuku stared at the message with half-closed eyes, wondering just what this girl was trying to get at.

It didn't hit him straight away.

It took him a few seconds.

But the wheels slowly began moving, and the pieces were put into place.

And it hit him.

Setsuna's Quirk.

Noises left his mouth, but no words understood by mortal man were actually formed. He jumped out of his seat, letting go of the "toy" and letting it fall on the desk.

His phone buzzed: "Hey, watch the merchandise! Don't bruise it!"

Izuku scrambled to grab his phone and quickly test back: "WHATWHATWHYWHATWHATWHATWHYWHYWHAT!?"

He could practically feel the vibrations of Setsuna's laughter coming from his phone: "What? Do I have to send you a 'how to' video?"

"TOKAGE ISN'T THIS GOING A BIT TOO FAR FOR A JOKE!?"

"Who's joking?" another winking face.

"WHAT!?"

"I told you, Green. It's yours for the night. Use it however you please~"

Izuku was speechless. Or maybe the scream coming out of him had reached ultrasonic frequencies; one or the other. His brain had completely stalled, short-circuited and fizzled out. He could only stare at Setsuna's last message with the eyes of a deer stuck in the headlights. Slowly he glanced at the object sitting on his desk, and just... stared.

After what might have been a few minutes (he had completely lost his sense of time), he received another text.

"Are you gonna leave a girl in need waiting, Deku?"

A flash of lightning went off inside Izuku's brain.

This was real.

This was happening.

This was not a prank.

Not a joke.

Not a jest.

Not even a jape.

"..."

She wanted this, right?

"..."

She said it herself.

"..."

But did he want it?

"..."

He really valued the friendship he'd built with Setsuna, would this make things weird between them?

"..."

Was it too risky?

"..."

Why was he still asking questions when he was already holding it again?

Izuku moved closer to his bed, legs shaking slightly, and he dropped his phone on the bed. His hands were shaking too, he noticed, as he inched his fingers closer to the slit again. He let his finger tips touch around the opening, feeling it flinch and shiver beneath his touch. Was this good? It was a bit hard to tell if he was doing things right without Setsuna there to provide vital up-to-date information.

Another buzz. "Taking things slow?"

He quickly grew a bit self-conscious, quickly texting back: "Is that OK?"

"Nothing wrong with it!" the phone assured him. "But hey, don't feel the need to be so uptight! It's fine to just go apeshit~"

Izuku was only left more confused at what Setsuna wanted. He looked at the wet entrance again, then his eyes trailed further south down. His pants were definitely getting tight, and he could just feel his body starting to want more.

So he reached down, unbuttoning his trousers before he took a seat on his bed. With a bit of adjustment of his underwear, he was reporting for duty. And so, finally, Izuku just threw caution to the wind.

Lowering the vagina in his hand (a sentence he never thought would cross his brain, let alone experience), he grabbed his still-hardening penis, being careful with his aiming. His tip pressed against Setsuna's lower lips, and he gently began pushing down, letting himself slowly sink inside. He felt her jerk and begin to tighten, even as he was just right in the entrance. It felt really good. And it only felt better as he sank further down, Setsuna's inner walls shifting along as he went deeper. At the same time, his muscle was still growing larger, filling up the available space very quickly, and making things very cramped in there. Even with how wet Setsuna was getting, Izuku was finding more and more resistance from his own member. He quickly could tell he was starting to grow just a bit beyond the "piece" of Setsuna, even as he was just about halfway in. His brain quickly started picking up on how fast Setsuna was contracting and how she was shivering, and he began fretting: what if he was hurting her? He had absolutely no way of knowing if this was actually something she was enjoying! This was a bad idea, he knew it, he should just apologize right awa-

A buzz.

New message.

One word.

All caps.

"DEEPER."

Well, that was... reassuring?

Slowly, Izuku did as ordered, and just pushed Setsuna's "piece" further down his shaft. Deeper... deeper... still deeper... until he could finally feel his tip reach the back of the "piece". That was as deep as he could physically go. The grip around his dick was unlike anything he'd ever experienced, Setsuna's inner walls tightening and flexing as best they could with the limited space Izuku was allowing them. Setsuna was ridiculously tight, and she was fighting to only get tighter against him.

Another buzz, another text: "Fuck me. Now."

Well, he'd gotten this far. No point turning back.

Izuku steadied his grip around the Setsuna piece, and slowly moved it up his length slightly, before he pushed it back down. He'd repeat the motion once, twice, very slowly and gently, the friction between him and her still being a bit hard to work with. But knowingly or not, Izuku was starting to move just a bit faster. Setsuna was only getting tighter, and something in Izuku's primal monkey brain was yelling at him to just go faster.

He'd drag Setsuna's piece further up his length, and then suddenly pull it back down to the point his tip bumped against the back "wall". Then he repeated the motion, feeling Setsuna flinch each time he thrust that deep. He kinda liked that sensation, and he was no longer overthinking things: he liked it, and he wanted more of it.

He stood up from his bed, still gripping the "piece" tightly, but instead of moving it, he started thrusting with his hips into it. A little bit slow at first, but then faster, and even faster the next time. He synced up his movement of the "piece" in opposite to his own thrusting, pounding into it harder and harder. Any thoughts about the friction were gone from his mind, as all he could feel were Setsuna's walls constricting and convulsing around him. He couldn't even be 100% sure Setsuna was liking this, but his brain was somewhere else now.

In his mind, she was liking it. She was moaning. Gasping. Yelling out his name.

That sounded... nice...

Meanwhile-

"Gh-! Fuck... FUCK! OH, G-!! FUUUCK!" Setsuna squirmed and writhed on her bed, her fingers digging into her covers. "Holy- Holy shit-!!"

It was a strange feeling, feeling your own pussy get stuffed and pounded, without it actually being a part of your body. She had no idea what to actually do with her hands while it all happened, she just grasped at her own breasts to massage and squeeze them out of an obligation to her body to do something with all this overwhelming sexual energy she was feeling.

Needless to say, this whole night went exactly as planned. Part of her didn't think Izuku had it in him in to get it in her, but she was glad he proved her wrong. She may have currently had a void on her crotch, but she could feel every inch of how Izuku filled that part of her. She could just imagine it in her head, it's size, its shape, and it only made her feel wilder. Maybe next time she'd leave her mouth with him.

She tossed and turned until she was on her stomach, her ass sticking out in the air as she bit down on her pillow. The dorm walls were thick, but she still didn't want to risk anyone hearing her. She just had to let it all out, to moan and shout, her voice muffled against her trusty pillow who took the brunt of her verbal abuse.

She wanted to tell him to go faster, harder, to just abuse her gift to him like a punching bag for dicks. She felt her whole body grow tighter, a knot building up in her nether regions as she neared her climax. She was so close, so close, fuck she was a genius for coming up with this idea, and she was about to-!

"Hik-!" she shivered, but not because she'd reached her limit. She felt Izuku pull her out of his length, and just leave her there. Did... did he realize she was about to climax? Was goddamn Midoriya goddamn Izuku playing denial games with her?

No, no, that was stupid. Maybe he just finished himself? Shit, talk about bad timing. Although she couldn't really feel anything, so maybe that's why he pulled out? Didn't want to finish inside her, and all. Maybe she should've told him she didn't include any piece of womb in her gift, but... well, that seems like a weird thing to say. Not very sexy.

She deeply exhaled, her shivering body starting to relax with the lack of activity. What was going on? Even if he finished, the least he could do would be to use his fingers or something!

Slowly, she reached for her phone, texting him: "Hey, Big Green, what's up? Did you finish?"

No answer.

"Izuku? Is something wrong?

No answer. Now Setsuna was the one getting a bit paranoid. Had he been caught?

"Say something!"

No answer. This could be really, really bad. Should she go over and check on him? She was sweating bullets, but that was easy enough to explain if she ran across someone. She didn't have to worry about any telling marks on her shorts, after all.

Setsuna dragged herself out of her bed, her body still tingly which made it a bit awkward to walk, but her concern over Izuku was going to overpower that, until-

Knockknockknock!

A rather desperate knock on her door. Crap, just what she needed. Maybe she should just float out the window-

Knockknockknockknock!!

Dammit. "A-Alright, I'm going!" she called out as she shuffled towards the door. Opening it, she was prepared to find Kinoko buzzing about some mushroom-related situation. Instead- "W-... Izuku!?"

He stood leaning against her door frame, head slumped as he gasped for air, sweat drenching down his face, and the purple box nestled beneath his arm.

"What are you doing h-HMPH?!" she was interrupted when Izuku dove for her lips, pushing her back inside the room, and frantically shutting the door behind them.

Setsuna's brain took a while to properly catch up. First thing's first: wow, Izuku has really soft lips. Second: wow, Izuku is actually a really damn good kisser. Third: wow, she was very quick to just automatically start groping his body, huh? Fourth: wow, he is surprisingly jacked. Setsuna's hands gripped over Izuku's shirt, but they very quickly made their way underneath it to get a better feel on those muscles. Firm but fit; not a bodybuilder's physique by any means, more of a really jacked Olympic swimmer. Her fingers moved up and down the trail of his toned physique, up his abs and onto a chest that you could probably fry an egg on.

To her surprise, Izuku's own hands wasted no time in getting all exploratory on her either. They moved under her shirt, quickly making their way to her stomach, Izuku's thumbing tracing around that four-pack she was extremely proud of, before it trailed upwards towards her breasts. Setsuna shivered, Izuku's calloused and scarred hands being a strange mixture to how soft his skin actually was. It was like a sweet and sour candy, but in touchy form. She really liked it.

"W-...Wait... w-wait...!" she fought against her every instinct to pry back from Izuku's lips. "W-...Why are you... I mean, why-...?"

"I-...I just had to..." Izuku answered through gasps of air. "I had to feel... all of you...!"

Setsuna stared into Izuku's desperate eyes for a few seconds in utter silence. "...good answer." she grinned, immediately diving to get another taste of those wonderful lips of his. She was taken a bit by surprise when Izuku got a good grip of her butt with both hands, and lifted her right off the ground to carry her to her bed. She couldn't help but let out a giggle as she was dropped down on the covers, unable to resist getting one more tease out: "Finally letting out your inner-caveman, are we?"

Izuku didn't answer with words, just a primal grunt as he was completely overtaken by lust. He kissed her again, but his hands were already moving to take that pesky shirt off of her. He had it in his right mind to just rip it right off so he wouldn't have to break the kiss, but that was maybe overstepping his boundaries just a little bit. So, painfully, he pulled back from Setsuna's lips to allow the shirt to go over her head, and leave her torso bare, breasts and muscles right in front of him.

He just had to pause for a moment and soak it all in. "You're... beautiful..."

"I know~" Setsuna snickered back.

Izuku wasted no time and dove right in for another hungry kiss, which Setsuna gladly payed back. Their bodies pressed closer, the bulge on Izuku's pants pushing against her... but, well-

"Hmph-! S-Sorry, forgot...!" Izuku pulled back again and picked up the box. "Uhm... some assembly required, right?"

Setsuna cackled madly at that comment, and let Izuku take the job of pulling her shorts down her pants. No panties, but, well, maybe that made sense considering she just had a gaping hole on her crotch right now.

Izuku tried not to think about it too deeply, taking the last piece of puzzle out of its box, and placing it back in its rightful place.

And there she was.

Setsuna in full.

"Are... you crying?" Setsuna blinked.

"Sh-...Should have been... a poet..." Izuku answered. He then grabbed his own shirt and yanked it right off of him, letting loose his own naked upper body for Setsuna's hungry eyes.

The muscles. The scars. Holy shit, did she want to just melt all over that body.

Setsuna's anticipation only grew when she saw him reach for his trousers, and start to pry them off of him. Her eyes widen, and probably for the first time since Izuku and her had met, Setsuna was the one blushing up a storm.

"HOLY SHITBALLS!

"W-What? Is-...Is something wrong with it...?"

"Wrong!? IT'S FREAKIN' HUGE!" Setsuna pointed out. "Did you actually manage to fit all of that inside my pussy?"

"Ah... well, no, not all of it." he held up his hand, his fingers held apart some three or four inches. "There was about... this much space left between you and me?"

Setsuna's eyes were wide as dinner plates, and sweat was cascading down her face as she just stared at Izuku's Kaiju. No; Chouju! That was the only correct way to describe it.

"Uhm... Tokage-san? Is everything OK?"

"Shut and get that thing in me!"

"R-Roger!" Izuku gladly answered, climbing back onto the bed and find Setsuna's lips. Their naked bodies pressed together, Izuku shifting his lower half so his lower member rubbed against Setsuna's lower entrance. He loved sensing her hums against his mouth, as her hands grabbed hold of him. If they just stayed there the rest of the night, he would be more than content.

But they did not have to just stay there, so he wasn't going to waste much time!

He pulled back just enough that he could properly line up the tip of his penis, and once again, sink down into Setsuna's depths. The shivering on Setsuna's inside was matched by the rest of her body. Izuku had been missing out on so much, and he was so glad he could experience al of it now.

Deeper he sank, Setsuna's body starting to mount some resistance, but it wasn't going to stop him. When he reached the point he'd stopped at before, that's when he'd stop, taking note of Setsuna's face. The last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable, or worse, hurt her. He stared into her closed shut eyes. When she opened them, they met, and she smiled at him.

That was all the reassurance he needed.

He gave a light thrust, going just a bit deeper than he had before. Another light thrust, Setsuna letting out a squeak as Izuku sunk in deeper.

Izuku pulled back a bit, readying himself before third thrust, which sunk himself a few more inches. Setsuna quickly reacted, her arms gripping around Izuku as her whole body braced for the sheer girth that was filling it. A fourth thrust... a fifth... She was pretty sure the sixth thrust had just pushed its way into her womb, and Izuku was not done.

Her entire body trembled as Izuku kept diving in deeper, and deeper, and deeper, until, finally, she could feel him. His lower body pressed tightly against hers. She took in a shivering breath, getting some air into her lungs as she slowly moved her head back. Curiosity got the best of her, and she just had to see...

Yep. That was a bulge just beneath her stomach.

Her whole body felt like it was on fire, and her face showed it by glowing red. She looked up at Izuku. She was nervous; she was never nervous. But just looking at the way he looked at her... it made her feel that much more at ease.

She moved a hand behind his head and kissed him, urging him to keep going.

Izuku obliged, shifting his hips back, sliding out of Setsuna, only to then throw himself back in. Setsuna let out a squeak, and Izuku was already pulling back again. Another thrust, another bolt of lighting that rushed past Setsuna's entire body. And Izuku only moved faster the next time, and the next, thrusting harder inside of her. She cursed and let out a moan, and Izuku wanted to hear more of it. Faster his hips moved, harder he pushed against Setsuna, feeling her squirm and tighten, as her cries of pleasure only grew louder.

It was nice. It was more than nice. It was heavenly. He wanted to hear more.

He pushed harder, pushed deeper, his hips slapping against hers. He hooked his arms under Setsuna's legs, moving them up and onto his shoulders as he fully mounted her, thrusting with even greater intensity. He hissed through his teeth as he continued to pick up steam, Setsuna's gasps and moans only serving to motivate him further.

Setsuna felt him punch against her insides over and over, the overwhelming sensation completely overpowering her. She felt like her eyes were ready to roll back into his skull, and the world around her grew dim and distant. She couldn't even feel the bed underneath her, only Izuku's body above her, pounding into her like a ferocious animal. She saw sparks fly out of Izuku, his whole body seemingly glowing as he thrust so hard, she sunk deeper into the bed. The poor bed creaked and moaned almost as loudly as Setsuna herself, as both threatened to break at any second now.

As Izuku threw himself harder and harder, he practically pinned Setsuna's ankles right beside her head. He could almost see himself acting so unlike himself, like a weird out-of-body experience. But none of that mattered, because he just heard Setsuna moan louder, he heard her beg him for more between gasps, and he wanted nothing else than to give her more. He dove back in to take Setsuna's lips with his, grunting into her mouth as she moaned into his.

They both felt their bodies grow the tightest they'd ever been, that knot within them reaching its breaking point.

Setsuna's was the first to do so, her entire body convulsing as it reached its climax. She jittered and shuddered, all of the tension in her body flowing out in one lengthy swoop as she let out a shaky and equally lengthy moan. Izuku wasn't far behind, letting out one final grunt before the floodgates were open, and he poured out everything he'd been holding into Setsuna. It cascaded out, quite a lot of it, and even between the haze of bliss, Setsuna could feel it fill up her womb. Her whole body shivered from the sensation, and it was good.

Slowly, both of they bodies lost their tension. Setsuna's grip on Izuku lessened considerably, and Izuku's haze was starting to dissipate, letting him think straight again.

He gently took Setsuna in his arms, shifting her position a bit so she was more comfortable lying on the bed, lowering her legs. He pulled himself out of her, mentally kicking himself for making such a mess, and he slumped down next to her.

Her hand moved, weakly entwining her fingers onto his. His arms moved around her, Izuku holding her closer to him. She had the most wonderful glow on her face.

She snuggled up closer to him, squeezing his hand a bit. She closed her eyes and smiled, hoping they could stay like that for just a few more hours.

"Yo!" Setsuna waved as she burst into the Class A classroom.

"Ah! Class B's Tokage-san!" Iida immediately stood up from his seat, hands chopping at the air. "May we assist Class B with anything?"

"Nah, this is a personal visit!" she assured him. "Yo, Green!"

"Hey, Tokage." Izuku waved from his seat, "What's up?"

She sauntered over to him, leaning against his desk. "Just checkin' if you're still up for our plans later!"

"Oh, yeah, of course! Wouldn't miss it!" Izuku beamed a shining smile that almost blinded Setsuna. "Why didn't you just text me though?"

"Weeeelll, I wanted to ask..." she straightened up, motion to herself. "How do I look~?"

Izuku blinked, not really noticing anything immediately apparent that was different about Setsuna that day. But since they were in their uniforms, it was too difficult to eventually find what she was wearing different. "That's... a choker?"

"Yep~! Brand new!" she proudly said, motioning to the simple black choker she wore around her neck.

"Well, I think it looks great on you!"

Setsuna hummed. "Do you now? See, I don't hate it, but... I do think I look a bit better without it, to be honest?" she then leaned in close to Izuku, whispering to his ear: "Why don't you help me snap out of it later~?"

Izuku sputtered and frantically tried to hide his tomato-red face from the rest of the class, as Setsuna waltzed out of the room with a devilish cackle.