The following story is a work of fiction. This is an OOC Rumi x OOC Izuku story. The characters portrayed in this story are out of character and will be presented as a modern AU. If sexual content, ageplay (Rumi is a young adult and Izuku is still in grade school), and issues relating to sexuality isn't your cup of tea, then please refrain from reading this story. This story is written by [girlfriendoftheauthor] and co-written by Big Diesel.
All characters in this story are at the age of consent.
Premise: Rumi (who prefers to be called Muriko) works at her grandmother's shop in her absence as she recovers from the hospital. Overcoming a recent break-up with her girlfriend, Ryuko, she plans to spend her summer wallowing in her own teenage misery. Until a certain emerald-haired teen enters the door.
Working at her grandmother's candy shop was not the ideal job she had envisioned for her summer. Two reasons why her planned vacations to Australia and New Zealand came to a screeching halt. One, she received a call from her parents that her grandmother became terminally ill and was unable to run the shop. It was because of her expertise in business since she is a sophomore majoring in finance, they need her to run the shop. Two, following her grandmother's illness, she alerted her girlfriend of her not attending Australia and New Zealand with her family. The response wasn't well-received. In result, her girlfriend ended it with her and invited another boy to attend instead. What made a final insult to her injury was through the boy, he and her now ex-girlfriend have been dating for a few weeks prior to the end of the school year.
With her vacation a bust and her break-up made her feel plenty of emotions for the young girl. At twenty years old, the petite white-haired woman didn't expect it to come like that. She concluded and wrote it off as a part of life, things go wrong. It can't be explained nor predicted.
She knew that business was going to be slow at the beginning of the summer. It was June and the children have yet to finish their Spring term. She was still learning to transition from being out at university in Okinawa and then returning to the main island, Honshu. She loved the university she attended. It gave her an opportunity to branch out and explore herself, in many ways than one. The school gave her liberation, libation, exploration, and identity. Personally, she thought she wasn't the prettiest horse in the stable, but her personality compensated it. Her highlights were her bust. She wasn't ashamed of her blessing and tried her hardest to keep modesty around the boys and girls who took glances from time to time. She was tan-skinned. Although natural, she enjoyed tanning with the friends she was able to have back there. She couldn't speak about it when returning back home. It was a wasteland of regrets, a place where she rather have it seen burn to the ground. She often prayed for some arson to occur in her town instead of the city like Tokyo or Yokohama.
She looked at her rainbow dyed streaks. She blew her bangs as she was clicking on her gallery to delete any photo that displayed her former girlfriend. A girlfriend that she had gone steady since the beginning of her sophomore year of college. Prior to then, her relationship with girls was based on experimentation. Still interested in dating boys, she began fancying women after meeting the girl at a Literature Club meet-and-greet. So, seeing her first girl crush to become diminishing from memory was unbearable. She fought the tears as she promptly deleted them.
After deleting over fifty photos, she decided to take a break. She saw the clock on the wall and was approaching three in the afternoon, she knew that students were steadily coming out of school and since the candy shop was walking distance, she knew a customer would come at some point.
She had only been at the shop for a couple of days. Despite her grandmother's illness, she constantly called around-the-clock to ensure that her business was going well. The girl always got the same monotonous tone from her grandmother.
Muriko, make sure that when you have a customer, approach them with a smile and greet them warmly. Always make sure that the customer feels welcomed and satisfied.
Muriko sighed through her nose with the confirmation of her grandmother's request. She cracked her knuckles after closing her steampunk magazine.
God, if she is so damned concern about running this shop, then she needs to take her ass off from the hospital and run this damn place.
She scoffed at the thought, knowing she was having ill thoughts. She wasn't an arrogant person. Admittedly, she was a bit selfish and in a way, a bitch. But, she knew it was insecurity she covered to protect herself. Within, she could be quite vulnerable. And the two occasions she had felt such vulnerability, the breakup of her boyfriend, which was a high school sweetheart, and her girlfriend from college. Sometimes, she often realized why her family and acquaintances called her an onion.
Muriko thought she would have time for a smoke break before she heard the bell rang from the door. A customer was in the building. She took sharp breaths. She displayed her infamous fake smile, displaying her shining porcelain teeth and made her way to the counter.
"Hi, welcome to our store. I hope you find this place sweet," she said to the customer with a sarcastic tone.
"Thanks," responded the customer who happened to be a boy. The emerald-haired boy displayed a handsome smile, a smile that was welcoming and didn't display any fear. Muriko blushed and envied about his demeanor. He glanced over her nametag. "Muriko? I like that name."
"Thanks," answered Muriko. She wasn't quite fond of the name. But, it beats being called Rumi any day.
"You are new, aren't you," asked the emerald-haired teen as he scanned the counter. "Normally, Auntie is in here, but I don't see her. Is everything alright with her?"
Muriko shrugged her shoulders. She decided to get a little macabre with the boy. "Yeah, she died." She strained her voice to become dry. "Too bad. Got tired of serving children and decided to end it all in sweet, sweet glory. The coroner said she died a sickly sweet death."
The emerald-haired boy appeared grimaced, in fact, shocked. That was what Muriko expected. Going back to her personality, she wasn't arrogant, but she could be quite a bitch and selfish and also dark. She covered her lips with her hands, which displayed her Panty and Stocking themed fingernails. She gave a slight chuckle before giving her usual demeanor. "I am joking, kid. Grandma is sick and I am running the shop until she feels better." She extends her hands. "I am sorry for earlier. I am Muriko. But you saw that from my nametag. What is your name?"
The emerald-haired boy was a bit hesitant. He had his hand in his red shirt before making the decision to return her handshake. "Izuku, Izuku Midoriya" He gave it a firm grip and made eye contact before returning his hand into his pocket.
"Izuku Midoriya," she retorted. "So are such a green kid?"
"I try to."
She chuckled again before making her way to the register. "It is a little humor. I was thinking about Prime Minister Abe and honest...you know, never mind." She cracked her knuckles. "What brings you here today?"
"I was trying to buy something, but you know never mind," answered Izuku calmly and faintly.
Muriko saw him looking away from her. His face was looking at the exit. Normally, she wouldn't mind, but something about the boy aroused her curiosity. She had no better plans, so she decided to pique with his brain.
"What is it? You can tell me. I won't bite." She raised her eyebrows. Oh my God, where is this coming from? Why in the hell am I trying to be motherly? If the kid wants to fuck off, then fuck off!
"The thing is is that I don't have much spending money," replied Izuku with a sigh.
Then, why come to a store knowing you don't have much cash. But, I can't say that to him.
"Really," asked Muriko while putting her finger to her lip. "How much do you have on you?"
Izuku turned and faced Muriko. Muriko blushed as she saw how beet red was Izuku She watched him rummaged through his pocket before retrieving whatever money he had. With his hand, he scanned over the change after removing the dust bunnies. "I have close to 87 yen."
87 yen? Why in the hell do you want me to do with that? Damn, children these days. Did his parents teach about the cost of the economy in our times? Did he come in here with the premise of my feeling sorry for him? Is this what my grandmother does to poor kids who are strapped for cash? Once again, I can't say all of that to him. He is young and I am sure as hell not want to hear a response from his parents.
Muriko swallowed the emotions she wanted to display but concluded that her girlfriend's breakup and cheating and the illness of her grandmother contributed to her stress. She sighed and scratched the back of her head before returning her sights on Izuku.
"If you want, I have no problem if you want to get an item." She reached out her hand and notion to Izuku to get what he had to her.
"Really," exclaimed Izuku as his eyes were widened by the acceptance of Muriko's request. He gave her the funds and turned to the aisle where they had his Jolly Ranchers. Before he could grab a handful, he stopped and returned to the counter.
"What's the matter? Changed your mind," questioned Muriko with genuine curiosity.
"I shouldn't do this," answered Izuku. "This isn't right. I should have known better to come here knowing I was broke. Plus, I shouldn't take anything from a stranger in the first place. A creed from my parents." He gave her a smile. "Listen, keep the money. Let it be a tip for the store and for Auntie. Thank you anyway. I think I should go."
At this point, Muriko couldn't help but feel sorry for Izuku. Should I really give a damn? Why is he giving me the feels? Is this a ploy, boy? Do you do this to all of the girls you come across? That smile! That damn, lovely smile. Damn you! Damn you!
Muriko extended her hands the moment Izuku had his hand on the door. "Wait!"
Izuku turned to her direction.
What am I doing? What am I hoping for? What do I want of him?
"Listen, I can tell you are a sweet child. No pun intended," said Muriko. She waved her finger to him to return to the counter. "How about we make an arrangement of some sort."
"An arrangement?"
Muriko shook her head. "Yes, sir! You seem like a kid who is an honest lad. I think we can make it work. Look, I want you to have this candy. And I am no stranger. We have shaken hands. That should be some form of affirming a relationship."
He put his finger to his lip. "In some way, that can be true."
Muriko smiled. "Good." She pointed to the Jolly Ranchers. "We will trade for the candy. In exchange, let's keep this to ourselves." She gave an awkward smile. "I don't need any other neighborhood hoodlums to think I am this generous. I am not my grandmother. Capiche?"
He shook his head in agreement with Muriko's orders.
"Alright then, a pound of Jolly Ranchers are going to cost you 300 yen. You are going to need 213 yen," she said to him. "Let me think on what you could trade for me."
Okay, this shouldn't be difficult. You are in Finance, damn it. What can Izuku give me in exchange? She was scanning through her thoughts until she felt a notification from Facebook. She reached for her phone and saw her ex-girlfriend having fun with her new flame on the beach. Seeing her with somebody else made her fist clenched. She tucked in her lips and wanted to hit something, but she saw Izuku. Ok, I need something to relieve myself. That fucking bitch and her punk of a boyfriend want to ruin me and my summer?! Now, I need something to relieve this stress. Even if it means something drastic. She looked at Izuku and observed him for a few moments. She withdrew a slight smile. She had made her decision.
"For the remaining money for the pound of Jolly Ranchers, can you show me your stomach," she said.
"My stomach," retorted Izuku with a surprised tone.
Muriko shook her head in confirmation. "Yes, Izuku, your stomach. Look, don't think anything harsh. I am just seeing if you really want the candy. If not, I can completely understand." She took enough psychology classes to know this. Make him think that he is responsible for the decision. That way, if he does it, it is based on his own volition. I am at the booth, he is just paying a toll.
Izuku was hesitant, but without a second thought, he pulled up his shirt, exposing his stomach. Muriko smiled but didn't display it in front of Izuku. I want to see more.
"You actually have done it. Can you raise it a bit more, like you were seeing a doctor," she asked calmly. "If not, I understand."
He shook his head in disagreement. "I don't mind." He sighed quietly as he exposed his chest in front of Muriko. Muriko's stomach churned at the sight of his body. He takes care of himself. Not bad for a lad of his caliber.
"Not going to lie, kid. I am amazed," replied Muriko. "I didn't think you had the guts to do it."
"It is just I wanted that special kind of Jolly Ranchers."
"What about them that makes them special?"
Izuku blushed. He returned to be quiet while he kept his shirt in the position.
"You can put it down," said Muriko. Muriko walked from around the counter and helped Izuku poured the candy into the bag. She put the money in the register and gave him the bag of candy along with the receipt.
"So, for showing your stomach and 87 yen, here is your candy," she said.
"Thanks," answered Izuku shyly. He bowed and made his way toward the exit. Before he left, Muriko stopped him.
"Feel free to come back and see me."
He didn't say a word. He gave her a final stare before walking out of the store. Muriko dropped to the floor the moment he left.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. What in the hell did I just do? I just told a teenager to show his chest to me. What the fuck, Muriko? What made you think like that? Why did you do that?
Before she collected her thoughts, she heard the door opened. She got up and saw that it was Izuku.
"Hey, did you forget something?"
"I was wondering what I can trade for another pound of Jolly Ranchers?"
Muriko put herself in the position of being awestruck from the moment she saw the expression of Izuku's continuity with the trade. Honestly, she did it out of pure frustration of her cheating girlfriend. She wanted something of control; something to give her a sense of feeling. Breaking up from her girlfriend left her heartbroken and stricken with grief. The petite white-haired woman spent many nights under her blanket in her bedroom. She cried to the point where her pillow was soaked like a sponge. If crying didn't suffice, she took it out on any item at arm's reach. A lot of things were in need of repair for the troubled teen.
According to her mother, after giving her the talk, was that she needed to understand that love and life aren't always going to play by the rules. Muriko thought that ploy was fortunate because her parents didn't care for their daughter dating someone of the same sex. Deeply rooted in religion, they found the act as forbidden, but concluded that she was exploring herself. She was feeling "funny," a more suitable word her parents made. Regardless of the matter, Muriko returned to her room and take it out on items from breaking trophies to punching holes in the walls. Her parents hoped that Muriko's working in her grandmother's candy shop could numb the pain or distract her from it.
Muriko returned to reality as she saw Izuku staring into her emerald eyes for the request of making another trade. She gripped her t-shirt before walking to the shop door. On a piece of paper, she wrote that the store was closed for a few hours and would return open later. She pulled down the blinds and locked the door. She took a couple of deep breaths before making herself the decision to follow what Izuku wanted.
Why am I doing this? What am I planning to accomplish out of this? Is this payback? Taking it out on a kid?
Against the advice of her thoughts, she let out a smile and took Izuku by the hand. She rubbed it affectionately, touching every digit of his hands. She felt him shiver, which she didn't mind. In her mind, this was the distraction to take her mind away from her ex-girlfriend.
In the back of the candy store was an office. It was a simple run-of-the-mill office that was located off the grid. Anybody who didn't pay attention would have easily passed it. Inside were a small desk and retro laptop circa the early 2000s. The bulletin board displayed the sales of the month. It had a list of contacts for other companies. It had a wooden chair at the front and had the cushioned seat from behind the desk. Muriko hardly used the office until it was closing time to collect the money and write receipts before taking it to the bank. She now was going to use the office to have a brief transaction of her own with Izuku. She closed the door and instruct him to have a seat.
She went from around the desk and took a seat herself. She put her feet on the desk and crossed it. From Izuku's angle, he could see her black-and-white striped stockings that remind him of a popular cartoon of the early '90s. The smell of butterscotch pudding emitted into the air. He saw that Muriko sprayed the air freshener as she put it down. She looked to air before returning her eyes on Izuku.
"The first thing I want you to do is to take off your clothes." She was very firm in her voice. It was sharp, like a hot knife on butter. It was absolute and didn't go any further. After a few moments of awkwardness, she responded. "Well, do you want the candy or not?"
He shook his head. "I do. It is just. I have never. I have never."
"Never what, kid," she questioned while raising her eyebrows.
"I have never disrobed in front of a girl before," he said without looking at her in the eye.
"Is that all, kid," she replied. "It is like being in gym class. And I am like your sensei." She pressed her nails on the desk. "And this sensei wants you to disrobe. So, off with your clothes!"
Izuku was hesitant but obeyed her orders. He first took off his shirt, followed by his pants. He was blushing red like a tomato when he was just in his briefs. She observed and gave the hand motion that he wasn't finished. "When I mean your clothes, I mean all of it."
He was deeply flushed. He closed his eyes as he slowly took off his brief. The cool air of the office didn't help his embarrassment. He felt exposed as he covered his penis, shielding it from the cold and shielding from Muriko.
She crackled. "C'mon, kid. A trade means to display all transaction before giving your dues. It means showing all. Understand?" She leaned forward. "Unless you want some help?"
Not that I don't mind, she thought to herself. Seeing Izuku in his glory made her blush herself, but she grateful of having a poker face. Detailing his body was causing her to get a little arouse herself. She felt the moistness coming from her groin along with the tightness. In a way, she was gaining interest.
"Ok, miss," replied Izuku as he was shaking and trembling as he exposed himself to Muriko. Muriko admitted that Izuku wasn't the biggest she had seen, but his girth wasn't bad. She knew with the right girl, he could make a girl want more. However, she wasn't going to admit that or encourage him. She wanted control.
"Not bad, seen better," she said nonchalantly. "You are a thousand miles if you can any girl want that. I couldn't imagine the girls who have gone off with that."
"I haven't," he said quietly.
"What did you say," she questioned.
He looked away, but Muriko walked to him and put her hand on his chin. She had direct eye contact with him. "Repeat what you had said."
"I have never been with a girl before."
She burst out laughing. "Are you serious? You are such a child. You are telling me at your age, no girl has shagged you with that. The next thing you are going to tell me you haven't masturbated."
He shied away like a turtle hiding in its shell. Muriko once more forced his chin into her direction. "Really? Rubbing it out? Choking the chicken? Going number three?" She released his chin from her grip and turned around.
I am going to be his first. In a way, this kind of exciting. I am going to responsible for popping his top?
She maintained her composure, not exposing her excitement on the matter. She coughed before turning back to Izuku. "Ok, kid. This is what we are going to do." She sat on the foot of the desk. "I can't make a trade if you haven't used the product." She sighed. "So, I guess it is up to me to test the product to see how it works."
"It isn't going to cost me?"
"You are still going to pay for it, kid. Look at it as equity or some sort."
Muriko moved Izuku's hand to see his penis. Muriko looked closer as she was familiar with being around the area. This wasn't her first rodeo. Many boys she had dated or had relations in high school credited her for being good at oral sex. She practiced with tools such as fruits, vegetables, and toys to get a good performance. She often practiced it with her cousin as a teaser. Of course, she kept it a secret and bribed him with video games and pocket money. She pressed over it, recognizing the sweat. She could tell from its scent that Izuku was nervous.
Meanwhile, Izuku has never had a girl this close to his penis before. Once, he let Ochako look at his penis. She stared before blushing away from it; especially when he became aroused of seeing her. He watched Muriko breathe over it before making a touch on the tip, which automatically aroused him.
"It doesn't take much for you to get hard, kid," she said before putting her hands on the shaft. She felt his trembling, but it didn't deter her to continue. "Stand still, kid. I am going to show you how it feels to get your dick wet." She looked at him. "Right now, I think you can't handle getting your dick sucked by me, but a handjob would suffice. Once we have that, the trade is complete. Sound good?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Easy kid, I am still a teen like you. Call me Muriko."
"Yes, ma-, I mean Muriko."
Muriko placed her hand around the shaft and began rubbing it. She was rough, wanting to ensure that he was good affection from the region. She watched as he continued shaking, looking away from the scene. She pressed her other hand on his stomach, rubbing it with soft force.
"Relax, I want to make you feel good," she told Izuku. "This is no way of wanting to hurt you."
"I know, but this feels funny."
"It is your first. But trust me, it feels good. You will enjoy it. Promise."
Izuku trusted her advice and closed his eyes. Muriko took advantage and put her tongue around his stomach. He let out a moan instantly, enticing her to continue. She caressed her tongue around his bellybutton before kissing it. She thrust her tongue there while gripping his dick. She kissed his stomach a few times with light pecks. She dwindled her hand to his nipple where she rubbed and pinched it. He covered his mouth to stop himself from moaning.
"It's okay to moan," cried Muriko. "That is a sure sign that you are feeling good. No one should have to hold back."
"Muriko I feel like I am drifting."
"Drift away, kid. I am here to guide you. The good waves are coming soon."
Muriko was feeling aroused. Her nipples protruded from her shirt. Her labia was exposed and fluids were seeping, but she ignored her own feelings. A flaw she admitted. She never cared about the quality of herself when seeking pleasure. It was her partners where she cared the most. Also, it was very hard for her to achieve an orgasm. She has yet to meet a person who could live by her standards. She continued kissing his stomach before returning back to his dick.
Precum was leaking from his dick, which helped Muriko with lubrication. She was gaining strength, knowing he was closing to coming.
"Does it feel good, kid," she asked while smiling. "Does onee-chan making you feel good?"
"Yes, onee-chan."
"I think I like that better. For now on, call me your onee-chan. Okay?"
He shook his head while moaning. She continued getting faster as she knew he was closing.
"I am feeling strange. I feel like peeing."
"There you go, kid. You are getting there. Come for me. Come for me. Let it out. Let it out for your onee-chan."
Izuku gripped his teeth. He let out a loud cry before releasing his fluids to Muriko. She was welcomed with semen in front of her. It landed on her nose and her mouth. Some of it landed on her shirt. He strained before dropping it to the ground.
Muriko stood in shock, but shouldn't have been surprised at the result. She watched Izuku pant and blushed at the sight he gave Muriko.
"I am sorry," he cried. "I did that?" He scanned around the room. "Let me get a tissue."
Muriko waved her hand. She pulled the semen from her nose and her mouth. She rubbed the texture on her fingers before placing them in her mouth. Izuku watched as she cleaned her fingers of his milk. She wiped her hands on her shirt and stood up.
"Transaction completed."
A few minutes later, Muriko and Izuku returned to the front of the store. She went to the Jolly Ranchers and poured a pound into a bag. She gave it to Izuku and he bowed to her in thanks. She returned to opening the blinds and unlocking the door. She looked at her watch and saw that it was close to six in the evening, closing time.
"Thank you for the candy, Muriko," said Izuku while putting the candy into his backpack.
"Don't mention it, kid," answered Muriko while returning to the register.
"Muriko?"
"Yeah?"
"When you made me put stuff out, did it suppose to feel good?"
"I don't know. I am not a boy."
"Did it taste good? My stuff?"
God, you are young. Asking me too many questions. "It isn't bad. Just very salty."
He blushed. "Okay. Well, thanks a lot. I promised this time to have money to pay for next time."
"Sure, sure. Now go home, kid. I don't want to get you into any trouble."
Izuku waved bye to Muriko before departing for home. She locked the door behind him and closed the blinds. She sat on the floor and covered her face. She was still bewildered on what she did.
Holy shit! What in the hell did I do? I hope he doesn't tell his parents. I should have told him to keep it to himself.
She looked down and saw some semen residue on her shirt. With her finger, she scooped the semen and placed it in her mouth. Honestly, she didn't know that a person's first time tasted differently than anyone else. She swallowed it before getting it to collect the proceeds for the day.
As she went to the office, she turned on the laptop and went on her Facebook page. She decided to type "Izuku Midoriya" into the search. She was fortunate to find him quickly. She closed her eyes for a moment to picture the look on his face. She watched as she was taking away his innocence. She was seeing a boy that she could control. She was beginning to enjoy this arrangement. She couldn't get enough.
She wanted more.
Hey kid, this is Muriko from the candy shop. I have an arrangement I would like to discuss with you. If you can, meet me after closing time at the candy shop. Find a way to make an excuse so your parents won't find out.
Muriko
P.S.: Delete this message after reading this.
She turned off her Facebook and turned to the bulletin board. She closed her eyes again and began rubbing her erect nipples. She let out a soft moan from her touch. She used her other hand to slid to her groin. She began feeling something she hadn't felt in quite awhile. She was unsure if she would have achieved an orgasm, but she knew she had a purpose this summer.
She wanted more.
To be continued...