True to Nana's word, Izuku was swiftly pressed into service... servicing her, but he didn't mind. Watching the domineering woman shake and come apart under his touch, her eyes begging him for more, was its own reward.

Plus, Izuku got to watch her curl up against him with a blissful smile when they were done, which always left him feeling warm and tender as they drifted off.

By now, Izuku had accepted the fact that he loved Nana. How could he not, with all that she was, all that she meant?

Izuku wondered what the rest of his life would look like, now that he knew that Nana would be part of it.

Smut begins here!

The next morning, Izuku woke up as Nana stirred next to him. When he opened his eyes, there she was, her expression gentle and loving as she blinked awake, her hand drifting up his collarbone like it always did to cup his cheek.

"Did you sleep well, Nana?" Izuku asked as she blinked awake.

Nana smiled tenderly at him. In a low voice, she replied, "I did, Izuku, thanks to your magic tongue."

Izuku blushed. Weakly, he said, "Please don't call it that."

Nana rolled onto her side, lifting her upper body off the bed with practiced ease and drawing Izuku's eyes to her large breasts as she always did.

Her voice teasing, she told him, "Oh, I'll call it whatever I want, Izuku, especially when it's vibrating inside me like a fucking cake mixer."

Izuku winced and pleaded, "Why did you have to give me that mental image?"

"I can give you some other mental images if you want," Nana chirped with a smirk.

Izuku started to reply, but got distracted again by Nana's breasts. Hey, who could blame him? They were just so... perfect. Large and bouncy, capped with light pink nipples that were already hardening in the cool air of Izuku's bedroom.

Nana grinned. With a mock-surprised air, she said, "Why, Izuku! Are you staring at my tits?"

Izuku snapped back to reality, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. He stammered, "Um, no, I was-"

"Good," Nana interrupted with a sultry smile, "I like it when you stare."

Izuku stopped dead, dumbfounded. Nana took the opportunity to lean in close, her hand drifting down his torso towards his waist, gliding across smooth and scarred skin alike.

When her lips were less than an inch from Izuku's ear and her hand was lingering on the waistband of his shorts, Nana whispered, "Because it means that you're mine, Izuku. I'm glad you like my tits so much. Would you like to touch them?"

Izuku gulped, unable to form words as Nana leaned over him until her boobs were hanging in his face. Nana could see the desire in his eyes, though, and read his mind.

"Well, then, enjoy!" she said as she mashed her chest into his face, a knowing smirk on her face as her boyfriend went rigid underneath her. She was straddling him by now, pushing her tits against Izuku as he sat up against the headboard.

Izuku thought he had died and gone to heaven. He couldn't see anything, because Nana had pushed his face into the valley between her breasts, reducing his world to her warm skin and the soft flesh of her tits.

Izuku couldn't help but kiss her skin, causing a tickling sensation that made Nana laugh. The shaking of her chest as he was trapped against it nearly made Izuku have a religious experience, and it drove him into a frenzy of kisses that slowly crept across Nana's soft breasts until he was out of the valley between them and hovering over her erect nipple, considering his next move.

Meanwhile, Nana realized that she may have miscalculated. She'd intended to reduce Izuku to a blushing mess again, but instead, he'd started exploring her, and it had reminded her that the skin and flesh of her breasts, and especially her nipples, was incredibly sensitive. Just the light touch of the air Izuku breathes out was sending dull flashes of pleasure through Nana's body, which their link began to build upon and tell Izuku exactly what he was doing to her.

Yet, Nana didn't want to stop. On the contrary, she whined desperately, "Izuku...if you don't-"

She never did get to finish that sentence, because at that moment, Izuku's lips closed around her nipple, working and twisting as he brushed the tip of it with his tongue.

Nana arched her back as she cried out in pleasure, a wordless moan of love and bliss that she was forced to bite her lip to suppress. Izuku didn't even slow down, though, as he released her swollen nipple and immediately switched to the other, sucking tenderly as his fingers came up to explore Nana's mounds with deft, increasingly confident movements.

He squeezed her breasts tight, getting huge handfuls of their mass as his tongue danced over her nipples and aerolas, sending electric storms directly to Nana's brain, where she was rapidly losing control.

"Mmmmm," she groaned, "touch them more...show me they belong to you…"

Izuku replied with a particularly strong suck on her right nipple, and Nana couldn't help herself anymore. Her hands flew to Izuku's head, grabbing him and forcing his mouth onto her tits even more. He took full advantage, covering the expanse of her chest with kisses as he started to tug on her nipples, making Nana squeak in pleasure.

Her body was thrumming now, as he worshiped her and she was left breathless by his tender care.

Izuku tugged on both of her nipples at once, short, gentle, insistent motions that set every nerve alight at once, and Nana bucked against him, more desperate noises escaping her mouth.

"God, Izuku, it feels so good…" she whimpered as one of his hands slipped around her waist to steady her. The warmth inside her was stoked into a roaring fire by now, and she was hurtling towards yet another orgasm, clinging to her lover for dear life.

Izuku kept playing with Nana's tits for a while, letting the pleasure build on itself and bring her right to the edge, nearly making her squeak at the indignity of someone making her cum just from touching her chest.

"You better not do it," Nana warned Izuku over their link, the message nearly lost in a rushing sea of pleasure as the feedback loop drove them both wild.

"Do what?" Izuku asked innocently the same way, "you mean something like...this?"

And with those words, at last, he drove her over the edge with a single well-placed tug of her nipples, making the floodgates open all at once.

Nana came with a shout, her whole body going rigid as Izuku tenderly nursed her through it, his tongue tracing a path across her skin that prolonged her climax even more with the ripples of pleasure it sent to her overwhelmed brain.

Nana held him tight as he kept her cumming for more than a minute; he would have gone longer, but he didn't want to knock her unconscious before the day even started.

He let her go, and she finally remembered how to think again.

"Yeah, yeah, you're good at that," Nana grumbled, pausing to catch her breath as the pleasure slowly ebbed away, "you can wipe that look off your face now."

"What look?" Izuku asked, confused.

Nana told him, "The, "I just made a girl cum" look. I mean, it's very hot and all, but it's probably a bad idea to be wearing it right now."

"I don't even know what you're talking about!" Izuku protested, "and what do you mean?"

"Oh," Nana replied as she slipped off of Izuku and crept down his body until she was hovering over his waist, "because I'm going to have my revenge now."

Izuku gulped. He said weakly, "Nana, w-wait, you-"

Nana tugged down Izuku's pants with a swift motion, and her hungry look only got wider as his cock swung free, the first time she'd ever gotten a good look at it.

As soon as she did, Nana regretted not jumping Izuku's bones the moment she returned from the dead.

Licking her lips, Nana said, "Damn, Izuku, you've been holding out on me!"

Izuku groaned, "W-what are you saying, Nana?"

Nana smirked as she wrapped her hand gently around Izuku's shaft, making him whine needily. She replied, "Izuku, it means that I love your cock already and I want to suck it. And I always get what I want."

Izuku could only groan as her soft hands began to gently move up and down his cock as well as teasing and fondling his balls. As Izuku went rigid, a gasp of pleasure escaping his mouth, Nana began to kiss her way down his shaft as well, her lips and tongue making his shaft more and more lubricated.

Every touch of a finger sent fire through Izuku's veins; every kiss against his shaft was far more intense than he had ever imagined.

"What is she doing to me?" Izuku wondered as Nana continued to work his cock with her hands and lips, "is it the link doing this?"

It had to be; he had never been on the receiving end before, and he wasn't sure he was going to survive it, either.

Then, Nana started to talk.

With one soft hand massaging his balls while the other jerked him off rapidly, Nana said, "You like it when I play with your cock, don't you, Izuku?"

Izuku could only nod weakly, his whole body transfixed by the pleasure that filled his brain.

Grinning cockily, Nana continued, "That's what I thought. You know, for a man who's so good at making me cum, you sure seem surprised that I want to return the favor. Well, guess what, Izuku."

Izuku had screwed his eyes shut, but he opened them again just in time to see Nana glare back at him with such an intensely loving expression it stole his breath away.

She told him, " I'm going to drain you dry every chance I get, you magnificent man."

Izuku couldn't take it anymore. He whispered, "Nana, what are you…"

"Cum for me, Izuku," she said, low and husky. Then, she opened her mouth wide, and engulfed his cock, her lips sliding down his lubricated shaft with ease.

She twirled her tongue around the head of his cock, and Izuku felt the link explode from a dull thrum of pleasure to a focused blast, overwhelming his mind and making his whole body focused on the way Nana began to bob her head up and down, sucking furiously.

"God, Nana," Izuku gasped as he felt himself starting to get close, overwhelmed by the incredible pleasure of every movement she made, "don't stop…"

She couldn't talk, her mouth full of his dick as far as she could take it and still not able to fit all of it, but the feeling of cocky satisfaction radiated from her eyes, which remained locked on Izuku's face as she nearly gagged on his dick, her lips wrapped tight around his shaft as she reached the absolute limit of what she could fit in her mouth. She stayed there for a long moment, eyes full of love and the radiating pleasure she felt from their link, then slowly slipped back off of Izuku's cock, leaving streaks of precum and saliva dripping from her lips for a second. Her hands instantly flew back to his shaft, making sure he never got a break from her endless attention.

Smiling, Nana asked, "Do you like it when I gag on your cock, Izuku? Do you like watching me stuff myself with it?"

Izuku could only nod desperately, unable to tell her just how hot he found her words in that moment as her hands kept him right at the edge of orgasm, refusing to let him cum.

Nana smirked. "That's what I thought. All I have to do to turn you into putty in my hands is suck your dick, babe. You're mine. I'm gonna have my revenge now, Izuku, which means you're going to cum. Come on, baby. Fill my mouth with your jizz! I want all of it!" she demanded, her hands picking up speed as they pistoned up and down his throbbing shaft, making Izuku arch his back desperately.

Nana's lips wrapped around his cock once again, and Izuku couldn't take it anymore. He felt his eyes screw shut, and he tipped over the edge.

Nana felt him cum through their link, pleasure spiking so much she could feel her own body responding to it, and she buried Izuku's cock as deep into her mouth as she could, eager to taste him.

With a cry, Izuku's orgasm tore through him, making his cock twitch as ropes of cum flew into Nana's mouth, nearly making her gag at the sudden, overpowering taste of it.

Once the shock wore off, though, she found she didn't mind it. It wasn't great tasting, of course, but watching Izuku's face as he came, eyes fluttering and mouth banging open, made Nana enjoy it even more than she already did, and she already loved sucking Izuku's dick.

She continued sucking eagerly as he came, unwilling to let any of Izuku's cum escape her, swallowing without even really thinking about what she was doing. Her hands worked his shaft, as if she was trying to milk his balls for every last drop they were willing to give her.

Without even realizing it, Nana's hands and lips kept Izuku locked in a state of climax, unable to escape the feeling, his whole body tense at the moment of release and ecstasy that just didn't end.

When Nana realized what she was doing, she thought, "Let's see how he likes it," and just kept sucking even though she'd already swallowed his load, determined to give Izuku "I-make-women-cum-for-five-minutes" Midoriya a taste of his own medicine.

And so she did, only ending when she took pity on him. As her lips released from his cock with a pop, Izuku went limp, sighing as his body slackened and Nana stood up to admire her handiwork.

Smut over!

"God...what did you do?" Izuku asked weakly when he had managed to regain consciousness, "I feel like you really did drain me dry!"

Grinning, Nana said, "That's what having a magic tongue feels like, babe."

"That's the first time I've ever been on the receiving end of the link," Izuku mused as he sat up, "and God, is that strong."

Nana nodded sagely. "Yeah," she agreed, "I can't wait until you and I cum at the same time. It's gonna be great."

Izuku shivered in fear at the thought; he figured it was more likely that they'd keep climaxing forever.

Then, he said quietly, "You know you didn't have to do that, right?"

Nana put her hands on her hips; her eyes were unimpressed.

"Shut up, Izuku," she told her boyfriend, "I liked doing it. I want to do it more, as a matter of fact. Remember, if you're ever feeling down, just ask! Me and my magic tongue are on the job."

Izuku sighed; he knew trying to get Nana to stop saying that was impossible now.

He tried, "I know, but I just don't want you to feel like-"

Nana bopped Izuku on the top of the head, hard enough to hurt.

"That better not be self-doubt I hear in your voice," she warned.

"Ow!" Izuku complained, rubbing the sore spot on his skull while Nana sat in his lap, making sure that they were eye-to-eye.

"Izuku," she said firmly, "Why do you feel uncomfortable when I want you?"

Izuku started to protest that he didn't feel uncomfortable, only to cut himself off as he remembered that Nana could see into his head.

Finally, he admitted, "I...just don't want you to feel like you have to do anything, you know?"

Nana snorted and told him, "Izuku, you know damn well that nobody can make me do things I don't want to. And nobody can stop me from doing the things I do want to, either."

Izuku nodded, blushing a little as he realized Nana had him there. "Yeah, you're right," he agreed, "I'm being silly. I'm sor-"

Nana smacked him again, lighter this time. Then she kissed him on the forehead.

"Don't apologize, Izuku," she said gently, "I really do appreciate how much you think about making sure I'm comfortable. But I am more than fine with doing all sorts of things with you, and you know that."

Izuku nodded, and Nana seemed satisfied that he'd gotten the message.

"Now, don't make me suck your dick again," she warned. Izuku looked at her strangely, and couldn't stop himself from bursting into laughter.

"That's the weirdest threat I've ever gotten," he chuckled, "is it even a threat?"

"Remember what just happened?" Nana asked, "when it does that to you, I'm pretty sure it is a threat."

Izuku went a little pale as he remembered. He sighed, "God, you're going to want to do that all the time now, aren't you?"

"Gee, you know me so well, babe!" Nana replied, a teasing grin on her face as they finally started to get dressed.

If anyone noticed later in the day when Izuku turned white whenever he saw Nana staring meaningfully at his crotch, they didn't say anything.

The day passed uneventfully, and soon, Nana and Izuku were joining Uraraka, Tsu, and Iida on the short trip to the nearby mall.

Nana found herself sucked into a friendly debate about hero families with Iida, who turned out to be a member of one himself, while Izuku got subjected to good-natured teasing by Tsu about getting distracted by Nana's hero costume during hero training, and catching a cannonball to the chest courtesy of Yaomomo because of it. The whole time, Nana kept a firm grip on Izuku's hand with her own, never letting him go. Occasionally, Nana would squeeze Izuku's hand tightly, as if reminding herself that he was there, that he was real. He always answered the same way, anchoring her, telling her that he was.

Nana almost felt like a normal teenager hanging out with her boyfriend and their friends, not like a particularly sprightly fifty-something woman who was also rather more dead than the average person.

Even when she'd been close to this age the first time around, Nana had never been the type to hang out with friends much; the UA of her time had been more like a military school, all business, churning out desperately needed heroes and giving them the tools they needed to hopefully live more than six months after graduation.

It had been a different time, a different world, and Nana was hopeful to see that this seemed like a happier one.

Maybe she hadn't died for nothing after all.

That feeling only got stronger when she walked into Kobayashi Mall. It felt so similar to her own time, yet happier.

The clothes were similar, the ads and the signs hadn't changed as much as she'd thought. But everyone was smiling more, lingering longer in public, not dashing from place to place as though hoping to get back into the relative safety of their homes as quickly as possible, like a villain attack could come at any moment.

And the heroes that appeared on the billboards all over the place were different, too. No longer were they unsmiling, soldierlike figures, they were celebrities, with product lines and glamor shots and all the perks of a peaceful time.

Nana didn't like celebrities much a lot of the time, and she could understand why some people from Izuku's memories didn't like these new heroes, thought that they were a lessening of the heroic spirit, a corruption.

But Nana had lived through the age of the "true" heroes, and seen that no matter their faces, they were human, and they cracked under the strain of holding a society together. These heroes, Nana included, had been used up, exhausted by the demands placed on them.

She would take jumped-up celebrities with fancy hairspray over too-thin corpses buried quickly.

Izuku nudged her, snapping Nana out of her thoughts.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Uraraka's inviting you to go to the store up there with her," Izuku explained patiently, having heard and understood her thoughts for himself, accepting and supporting her without a second thought.

God, Nana loved him.

She looked over to where Uraraka was waiting. She looked confused, but understanding, and a little intense, clearly preparing for something.

Well, Nana wasn't one to run away, that was for certain.

She nodded to Izuku and said, "Alright, babe, I'll see you in a bit."

She turned and followed Uraraka, as Izuku joined Iida and Tsu in heading another direction.

"Who do you think would win in a fight, Uraraka or me?" Nana asked Izuku lightly.

She could feel the involuntary shudder in her boyfriend's voice as he replied, "Please don't say that like you're about to fight her. But...I don't know, honestly. It depends on who's angrier."

"Damn, you sure have a lot of faith in your friend," Nana observed.

Izuku answered, "You haven't seen her drop buildings on people who piss her off."

"Sounds like my kind of girl," Nana said approvingly, "you have excellent friends, babe."

Izuku's sigh of resignation was obvious even across the link.

A few minutes later, Uraraka and Nana stopped at a bench on the upper level of the mall, overlooking the plaza.

"How about we have a talk?" Uraraka said, in a tone that suggested it wasn't a request.

Nana was more than happy to talk to a girl who dropped buildings on people, so she replied, "Sure. I'm assuming this is about Izuku."

Uraraka nodded wordlessly as they sat down. She took a few moments to gather her thoughts, staring off into the distance.

Nana let her take her time. She wanted to come out of this conversation on good terms with Izuku's friends, and being a jerk wouldn't get her anything.

Finally, Uraraka said, "You know, last year, I had a crush on Deku."

That...was not what Nana was expecting to hear. She asked, "Oh? Did he not return it?"

Uraraka shrugged, her eyes sorrowful, but in the air of something that you know is sad, but that you've come to terms with and don't mind anymore. "I don't know," she admitted, "because I never told him."

That didn't make sense to Nana. She'd grown up in a chaotic time, when you couldn't always be sure that the people around you would still be there tomorrow, and you did whatever you could to keep the ones who mattered close.

"Why not?" she heard herself ask.

"Honestly, it was silly," Uraraka replied, "I convinced myself that I couldn't be in a relationship and be a hero at the same time. By the time I thought differently, it didn't matter anymore."

Nana didn't say anything; she let Uraraka continue on.

The brown-haired girl said, "In retrospect, it was a silly little crush, you know? An infatuation, an interest, mostly. He was just so sweet, and kind, and strong, it had me tying myself in knots."

That, Nana could relate to.

"So, what happened?" Nana asked, "did you just...never try to talk to him about it? Did something happen?"

Uraraka shook her head as she answered, "No, not really. It was just...over time, I found myself enjoying being his friend more and more, you know? And eventually, what I felt cooled until I realized that I actually enjoyed being his friend more than I would have liked dating him. Maybe my crush could have become something more, maybe it would have fizzled after a few months, who knows? I try not to worry about paths not taken too much, it doesn't lead anywhere good. All that matters is that I used to have a crush on Deku, and now I don't, and you're dating him."

"Coming back around, I see," Nana observed, "it must feel weird, seeing someone you used to be interested in showing up with a mysterious secret girlfriend."

Uraraka snorted. "You have no idea," she said lightly, "how weird it is to walk into your best friend's room to see him hugging a naked woman you've never met before. When that woman turns out to be All Might's secret daughter, well, I feel like I handled it pretty well only screaming in confusion for a few minutes, don't you think?"

Nana couldn't help herself; she laughed freely as she said, "Yeah, no kidding. Sorry about that again, by the way."

Uraraka waved her off, assuring her, "Don't worry about it! I don't blame you for taking advantage of every opportunity you can to enjoy yourself with a guy like him. I do have a question, though."

Nana nodded and asked, "What is it?"

Uraraka leaned forward and said, "You said that you two were long-distance for a while, right? I'm curious, how and when did you two actually meet?"

Uraraka's expression was carefree, but her eyes told Nana what she was really asking: "Did I ever stand a chance?"

Well, time to think fast, and talk faster. It was a good thing Nana was a master at both of those, she would need to come up with a backstory convincing enough to fool Izuku's best friend.

She said, "Well, I did sort of...land on top of him, by accident."

Uraraka asked, "What do you mean? How did that happen?"

"Well...you know bird strikes? Those things that happen to jet planes when geese or something get sucked into the engines?" Nana replied.

Uraraka's eyes were shining with either horror or amusement as she gasped, "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

Nana nodded, remembering an incident that really had happened to her when she was sixteen and training for UA.

"Well, those can happen to anything in the air, not just planes," Nana recounted, "and I'm obviously much less durable than a plane, and also I can't just chew up birds and spit them out like jet engines. So I was flying along at about two thousand feet, trying to see how fast I could go, and I ran face-first into a v-formation of the feathery bastards."

Uraraka was definitely chortling now, gasping out, "Oh my god, what happened?"

"The geese knocked me out, and I slammed into Dagobah beach," Nana said bluntly, "luckily, my fall got cushioned."

"By the sand?" Uraraka guessed.

Nana shook her head and corrected, "Nope, by Midoriya. I landed smack-dab on top of him like a giant feather-covered missile."

Uraraka threw her head back and guffawed, clearly imagining Midoriya going about his day, then suddenly getting knocked out by a girl tumbling out of the sky directly on top of him. Nana didn't blame her; it was a hilarious image, one that she made sure to send to Izuku so he could enjoy it too.

"How did that go over?" Uraraka asked.

Nana replied, "Well, obviously. Izuku definitely enjoys strange women who suddenly fall into his lap semiconscious, tell him he's cute, then pass out."

She smirked as Uraraka bent over laughing, then continued, "After that incident, we kept in touch. We didn't get together officially until the summer after his first year at UA, when I was back in Japan for a break and met up with him for a few days, then spent a big chunk of the summer with him."

"What did you do?" Uraraka wondered.

Meeting her gaze, Nana replied, "I had an empty house for three days, a hot boy in my bed, and three boxes of condoms. What do you think I did?"

Uraraka's grin turned into a sudden, inexplicable coughing fit, turning her face bright red. When she finally recovered, she said, "Just like that?"

Nana nodded. "Just like that," she confirmed, "for three days."

Uraraka stared at Nana with growing respect. "What did your parents think of that?" she asked.

Nana smirked. Time to throw Toshi under the bus (or into the ocean, she liked doing that, too.)

"My mom just laughed and called me her daughter, and my dad recognized Izuku from UA. I'm pretty sure they both wanted to die," Nana responded.

Uraraka put together a few of the pieces, and turned red. "Ew, thinking of some woman doing that to All Might is so... weird! He's like everyone's dad, nobody wants to think about that!" she said eventually.

Nana retorted, "Oh, you think that's bad? Try having All Might as your actual dad."

Uraraka laughed again, then decided to move on, having at least been assured that she hadn't been crushing on a taken man.

She began, "Okay, I think that's enough of that. Should we talk about the elephant in the room?"

Nana agreed, "Yeah. Stupid elephants, always getting into rooms. Someone should do something about that."

Uraraka looked at her strangely; Nana just stared back, her expression completely deadpan.

Eventually, Uraraka said, "I assume you know what I'm going to say."

"That if I hurt your best friend, you're going to kill me?" Nana assumed.

"Close," Uraraka told her, "I was going to say that if you ever hurt Deku's feelings, I will hunt you down, torture you, cut you up into tiny pieces, jump up and down on the pieces, set the pieces on fire, then put them in a box and launch them into the sun."

Nana ignored the chill that ran down her spine at Uraraka's matter-of-fact tone to ask, "Even if All Might tries to stop you?"

Uraraka's eyes bored into Nana, so that the resurrected girl didn't doubt it for a second when Uraraka said, "I'll fight All Might too."

"That is absolutely fair," Nana admitted, "and for the record, I am completely okay with those terms. If I ever hurt him, I'd want you to launch me into the sun."

At last, Uraraka grinned. In an approving tone, she said, "I have to say, it seems like you and Deku are perfect for each other. Friends?"

She held out her hand, pinky out to avoid activating her quirk. Nana took it.

"Friends," she agreed, "sun-launching included."

Uraraka chuckled. "Now, do we actually want to go shopping, or not?" she asked.

Nana was still borrowing Izuku's clothes, and Toshi had lent her his card to get new ones, so she figured she'd make the most of the opportunity to have a second set of eyes to help her decide what would break Izuku's brain the most.

"Let's go," she said, "I want to make my boyfriend worry that we've killed each other."

Uraraka's smile wouldn't have looked out of place on the Cheshire Cat.

"You," she said in an impressed tone, "are an evil and devious woman, and I am honored to be your friend."

"I know," Nana said, her grin just as wide as her new friend's.