The hair dryer had stopped a while ago.
Each moment was passing at a glacial pace as he waited patiently for Fuyumi to emerge from their bathroom. He bit his lip and let out a light shudder; during his teenage years he had experienced random bouts of incredible horiness that led him to break new records in several different shameful categories. These past few minutes had redefined what it meant to be horny.
His wife. His beautiful wife that he saw once and knew that he wanted to marry had been naked, so so so very close to him.
And he needed it.
Should he ask her? Maybe she didn't have any clothes. She didn't grab anything on her way in. Should he get her something? Was he supposed to dress her? Was he supposed to close his eyes and just listen to the act of her changing clothes in the same room as he was?
That might be torture.
What did she look like naked?
He had seen her almost exclusively in winter clothing since they first met, but still, he had been observant enough to know that there was something there. He had felt it twice. Once, last night, as he picked her up and carried her to his bed, he had felt some of her curves on accident. Then, this morning when she had laid on top of him as they kissed, he had felt her again, her bra pressing against his chest as he basked in the sensation of her chest peeking over the edges of her cups.
Several times throughout the day, he had seen her stretch, lean, or yawn, making the contours of her body known to him in subtle and exciting ways.
He wanted to see his wife naked.
Was he wearing too much clothes?
Should he be naked waiting for her?
Would that be too much?
Would that ruin the mood?
The door opened and Izuku saw Fuyumi's head for just a moment, her long white and red speckled hair falling to the side. The blush on her cheeks really made her blue eyes stand out just that extra bit more.
She vanished again and the door remained open.
Bare shoulder.
He caught a glimpse of her bare shoulder just then. She was naked.
His wife was naked.
How was that shoulder just so much more erotic than anything he'd ever seen before?
Was the open door an invitation? Should he walk up and see what she was doing?
His answer came when Fuyumi came out of the bathroom and threw a towel at his face. It hit him dead on, and it was still wet and a bit on the cold side. He heard the sound of her bare feet as she ran towards him. He tore the towel from his face and caught her mid-stride as she ran past him and towards the bed.
She was naked. Her slender body was on full display for a few brief moments. She was perfect. She had long slender legs that went up towards some wide sensual hips. The slender curve of her waist was captivating, and made her butt stand out to him as she passed by. She twisted, her eyes meeting his for a moment as she flipped up the cover of his bed before she dove under the covers and wiggled her way into a resting position.
She was bustier than he thought.
Izuku blinked, his mouth agape as he met Fuyumi's eyes. Slowly, a smile formed on his face as he realized that she was still naked, with only their fresh bed sheets covering her.
"What was that?" He laughed, tossing her towel into the hamper with a well-practiced toss.
"Umm," she wiggled under the covers, her fingers peeking out as she gripped the hem and pulled it halfway up her face. "I was nervous. And Umm. I decided that there wouldn't be any point in even bothering with getting dressed because I was going to end up naked sooner or later. I mean, I'm sorry, do guys like to undress girls? I'm sorry."
"You don't have anything to apologize for," Izuku smiled and placed one hand near Fuyumi's hip. He didn't know exactly what he was doing, he just knew that his wife was adorable and he wanted to kiss her. "I think what you did was really cute."
"Oh, that's good, sorry for not being sexy."
"Fuyumi," he crawled towards her, his hands pressing down as close to her body as he could before he finally reached her. He stared at her eyes for a moment, her mouth still hidden behind the covers. "You are the cutest, sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world."
She whined, her legs twitching under the covers as she twisted slightly. Her light complexion made even the slightest blush stand out like the first rays of sunlight. Her blue eyes glazed over as a smile bloomed under the covers. "Izuku, if you say stuff like that, won't I desire every part of you?"
His heart melted, and passion took over.
He leaned downward, Fuyumi moving the covers so that they could kiss each other once again. Compared to this kiss, all of their previous kisses looked like a smooch on the cheek. The passion behind this kiss was overwhelming, hungry, and devouring. It sucked both of them in and refused to let them go.
Fuyumi's arms darted up from under the covers, whatever modesty they had been guarding was quickly discarded as she wrapped around his neck so that her hands could dig deeply into his hair. It felt good. It felt stimulating. His entire head was being stimulated all at once. A groan mixed with a growl escaped him as they kissed.
He pulled the blanket back, showing off her bare naked body to him and those larger than he thought breasts that were still looking full and wonderful, though they were flattened due to gravity. He grabbed one.
The kiss ended as Fuyumi let out a light moan, her hands falling to his chest and then down his stomach.
Her deep blue eyes looked at him as she bit her lip. Her breath was a short, sharp gasp that ended in a smile. Even through his shirt, he could feel her hands leaving a cold trail along his stomach that had him shuddering in the closeness.
A hunger drove him downward as he reached for one breast and leaned down to lick her nipple.
Gasp.
Moan.
Writhe.
Fuyumi's hips buckled under him as her back arched in response.
Her hand left his stomach for a moment, the cover between them being pushed down and to the side as she continued to move and express her gratitude towards the simple action. She grabbed his head, forcing it into her chest as she let out a long, barely contained breath that was quickly embedded into Izuku's mind as the sound of sex. A soft, desperate, pleading sound of pleasure.
He felt her pull at his shirt, her hand finally reaching where his shirt and pants overlapped, and she pulled desperately to get his clothing off with one single hand. She rolled it up, inch by inch, until most of his stomach was exposed.
A light nibble, a sharp gasp, a deep growl, and a small kiss. Izuku sat upright, taking his shirt off with a simple motion and tossing it to the side with the intent of instantly getting back to work.
But the sight of the beauty before him gave him pause.
She looked like she belonged in a painting. White hair speckled with drips of red were spread out along the dark blue of his bed sheets, making her look like an explosive midsummer firework. Her smile was soft yet lustful, and her eyes carried with them a deep, satisfying hunger as she grabbed at her one breast, fingers teasing her nipple. She bit her lip, back and hips arching as she stared at him. The covers had been pushed down to the most tantalizing of spots. Laid across her bare hips, it gave him a peek of what was to come. One thick, squeezable thigh was on full display, while her vagina and other were covered, but only just. The slightest movement on her part and everything would be revealed.
He leaned down, reaching for her other breast.
"Ahh~" she moaned, her hands going to his hair once again, pushing him further and further into her bountiful chest, her back arching, hips moving, fingers grasping. He grabbed her other breast, searching for its ghost-like peak that was only a slightly different color than the rest of her beautiful breasts. "Izuku—"
He felt her legs kick free between his own, as her hands went down grabbing onto his sheets as she continued to moan.
Pants. Off. Now.
He pulled back, fumbling with his belt for a second, before he tossed it and his pants to the side.
They were naked.
Both of them were naked.
But that wasn't important.
He wanted to hear her make more cute noises.
He kissed her again, this time on the lips, Fuyumi's own hands barely managing to touch his erection as he pressed her against the bed. Everything that he was was being poured into this one moment. It wasn't that kissing Fuyumi was an addiction, it was that Fuyumi herself was the addiction, and one that he was more than willing to overdose on.
"Big…" he heard her mutter as she barely managed to grab onto his penis for a moment.
He pulled back.
Not out of fear.
But out of purpose.
He kissed her neck. Over and over again he kissed her neck, sucking hard once or twice as he made his way down to her breasts.
"Izu—" Her soft moans were all the motivation he needed to continue. He paid each breast the briefest of visits promising to return at a moments notice.
Her stomach twitched with each and every kiss.
"Izuku—" She gasped. "Please."
"I need it."
Not yet.
Not yet!
He kissed her hips. He kissed her thighs, her entire body spasming for a moment as he pushed her legs open. There was an ounce of curiosity in there as he inspected her for barely a breath. He moved in, kissing her entrance and found that she was wet and waiting for more. Her hands were in his hair once again. Again, that inch of curiosity got the best of him and he gave her a light lick.
It didn't taste good.
But the taste hardly mattered.
What mattered was Fuyumi's response.
She let out a scream. A gasp that had her back arching and her hands covering her mouth.
"Izuku!" She screamed through her hands. "Please, stop teasing me, I—I can't take much more."
As he moved forward on his knees, he reached up to Fuyumi's head and kissed her once more, one of his hands going to her breasts to make good on that promise.
"Please." Her hands wrapped around his hard-on, soft, delicate touches that would push him to the edge in a matter of moments. "I want it inside."
He grunted, kissing her again, her hands moving across his back, fingernails digging deep as they kissed. When he tried to pull away, she bit his lip and seized another hungry kiss. His hips thrust, grazing against the light stubble that led down to her entrance.
She let go, her hands going to guide him in.
"Be gentle," she whispered into his ear. "You're so big."
He nodded; words were something he could use later.
The moment he felt the tip of his dick brush against her wet entrance, he felt the insane desire to thrust into her with all his might. But he held back, if only just, Fuyumi's moans of both pleasure and pain driving him slowly forward. He could feel the sensation of spreading her. She was tight. Squeezing him to death like she was sucking him into her.
"Ahh~" Fuyumi gasped, her nails digging into his back, as her head rolled back into the mattress, a wet gasp escaping her as her eyes fluttered. Her legs hooked around his waist, pulling him in closer. Her hips started to move with no rhythm as she let out more and more cute noises. She laughed, smiled, and gasped. "You feel so good. But. Give me a second."
He nodded, then stared at her breasts. He hadn't been giving them as much attention as he would have liked. He grabbed one breast, fondling it and teasing her nipple as he leaned forward to kiss her once again.
"That's. Not. A. Second." Fuyumi muttered between gasps and moans.
He stopped kissing and looked at her for a moment, his entire body frozen, ready to pounce at a moment's notice just waiting for her word.
She made small adjustments, wiggling her hips, turning her body, and scooting closer to him, her eyes both rolling in pleasure and flashing in pain. And then, it was mostly pleasure. "Okay," She placed a hand on his chest. "You're big, so please. Slowly."
He started to move his hips, slowly, with each second he fought off the selfish desires to go faster and faster for the sake of his own pleasure. With each thrust, he made her breasts jiggle, and the soft gasps of pleasure from her were worth more than a thousand first place rankings. His hands were firmly planted onto her hips, his fingers touching her tight butt as they continued to have sex.
Sex with Fuyumi was amazing.
The magic of their kisses was on full display now, his entire body trembling with the desire to touch her more, the desire to make her moan more.
The desire of her.
"Ahh~" Fuyumi gasped as he sped up slightly for the first time, her hands pulling their sheets. Her eyes were closed shut, she bit her lip for just a moment before she started to smile, a wide happy smile that started closed and began to open as he sped up just a bit more, the frantic desire inside of him to go all out was being pushed to its absolute limits.
"More." Her legs tightened against his, her arms flying up to his shoulders, hoisting her off the bed as her back arched again. He hooked his arm under her waist as he continued the pace, moving just a bit faster with each and every frantic heart beat. "Izuku."
She pulled herself up, moving to kiss him, her body pressed against his, allowing him to feel everything, her thick thighs, her wide hips, her slender waist, her bountiful breasts, and her lust. Their kiss left nothing wanting. Their kiss exploded with pleasure and had both of them on the edge.
He felt her entire body tighten up around him. A silent scream escaping her as she started to kiss him frantically. Her hips moving at a pace he was struggling to keep up with.
Their eyes met for a moment, their bodies tangled in pleasure. Without words she told him. "Give it to me."
Arm still hooked around her waist he leaned back pulling her up so that he was thrusting up into her. The position made Fuyumi scream for just a moment before she silenced herself by kissing and then biting and sucking onto his shoulder.
The moments felt like minutes as he remembered every single sensation that was happening to him. A tightness. Fuyumi's moans. A hot tingling sensation. Fuyumi clamped down onto him like she was squeezing every last drop out of him.
He exploded inside of her with a heavy grunt that left him completely drained for a few seconds.
The afterglow was short lived as they both looked at each other, smiles spreading across their faces as they embraced each other. They fell to the bed, laughter and giggles interrupting each and every single kiss as they stared at each other.
If this wasn't love, then Izuku didn't know what was.
"Now what?" he barely managed to ask as he pulled her into a tight hug.
"Umm," Fuyumi giggled as she kissed his cheek again. "Want to cuddle naked and watch netflix until round two, and then shower?"
"Together?"
"Yes," She snuggled into his chest. "Even if that means you're going to make sure I have the cleanest breasts in all of Tokyo."
Izuku kissed the top of her head and debated on getting a T.V. for their bedroom. "Being married is really awesome."
"Mmmhmm."
AN: I think I did a great job with this one.
