This chapter will serve as a prequel before Izuku became a father to two daughters. The events of this chapter follow after Izuku and Yuu relocate to a new town after giving birth to their first daughter. In this chapter, Izuku spends the day with his tutoring student, Nagisa. He knows it is wrong that he is doing something without his wife's permission, let alone her knowing about it. But why does it feel so right? He will soon find out why. Enjoy!
NOTE: Unlike its previous comedic predecessor, this story will contain darker elements.
Izuku Midoriya can finally say that he could breathe again. He wasn't saying that because of the cold, brisk early morning. The term itself wasn't figurative. It was the truth. Something that he felt he could never have again in his late adolescence.
Ascending up to the summit of the hill, he couldn't recall the last time he had gone bike riding. In sheer honesty, he couldn't recall riding bikes in his suburban Tokyo town. He could recall running up hills to get away from Bakugo and his goons. He could also recall fumbling down hills whenever they caught up to him. Even so, the thoughts of yesterday were put to a close. Now, he can acquire his bike legs to get to this newfound activity.
"For an amateur, you're not too bad. Not too bad at all." Nagisa told him as she already made the ascent. This wasn't her first rodeo. An avid bike reader, frequenting bike trails was elementary. It was like brushing her teeth or combing her hair. She admitted that it has been awhile since she had a riding partner. Her friends were a bit too girly to dampen their hair or break a sweat. She didn't mind. As a tomboy, getting dirty, getting gritty into the gravel, and spitting out minerals was a favorite pastime of hers. Gives her a reminder that she is one with the earth and should appreciate nature.
He was wobbling, straining hard as he could as he neither wanted to look down or fall backwards. It was her clapping and loud whooping noises that kept him motivated. On the pedals, he pushed and mashed, pushed and mashed, mashed and pushed. His legs were cramping and his heart was racing. He tried ascending further but felt himself going backwards. He gripped the brake cables, concluding that this was as far as he could go.
"Aww…so close. But that's okay. For the first time, you did your best." The black-haired teen carried something he hasn't felt in a while - comforting, authentic, and genuine words. She used her kickstand to park her bike and carefully walked down the hill to get to him. "I'm glad you knew your limits. Last thing we need is to call a medic. We're miles from the city."
On the surface, or at least to Nagisa, this was a day trip. It was on the whim when she asked him a couple days prior during tutoring. She enjoyed that night at the jazz bar so much that she wanted to return a favor. He obliged. He really did enjoy her company.
She grabbed a towel from her back pocket and tossed it to him. "Use this!"
"Thanks!" It was weird that even in 30-degree weather, he could still sweat. Taking hold of the towel, he wiped his forehead and his arms. "Woo~! I take back anything I say about cyclists and their excuses to wear spats for their fetishism."
Nagisa playfully snatched back her towel. "Seems like you've been reading one too many ero-mangas." She glared at him teasingly. "Am I suspecting a pervert?"
"No," he quickly rebuttal.
"I'm kidding, Midoriya! Learn when to relax." She told him as she used the same towel to wipe off her sweat. "Besides, we still have a few more miles to bike."
A teardrop appeared on his face. "Really?" He dropped his head.
"Hey, consider it to be a complement." She grinned feverishly. "By now, I would have been in Timbuktu. Be glad you have me here." She glared her eyes again. "Bears and mountain lions would love to have a taste of you."
"And how's that?"
"You're a cinnamon roll. I'm just green leaf salad." She walked over and slapped his stomach. "And according to your Dad bod, you're an all-you-can-eat buffet."
He slightly frowned. "Excuse me for not going out that much. It isn't easy being a stay-at-home dad."
"Learn to relax, silly. You should know how extensive my humor can be." Nagisa told him, feeling justifiable of her actions. "If you want, there is a resting station up the way if you want to rest your jelly legs."
He frowned again. "My legs aren't that jelly."
"They are certainly not as stiff as a board." She flexed her arms, showing her muscles. "Spend some time with me, kid. I can put you up on a regimen." She tilted her head. "Of course, your wife is more than welcome to come and join us."
"Umm…yeah, sure!"
It was a blessing in disguise that Yuu had to go on a covert mission with Kamui Woods, Endeavor, and Burnin' for a few days in a neighboring prefecture. With Yuriko being watched by his mother, he had the liberty to peruse and spend as much time doing whatever of his choosing.
The Lord only knew when the next opportunity would occur. If it ever occurred.
A few hours earlier….
Yuu was rummaging through the drawers in search of clothes. There was a covert mission in the Ryukyu Islands and she was needed immediately. As she packed, Kamui Woods was waiting for her in the taxi so they could go to the airport. According to Woods, the mission shouldn't be more than a few days. Best Jeanist and Burnin' were already out there doing surveillance. Yuu ignored the details surrounding this mission. It was a few days away without her husband.
A few days without her would give her husband thoughts. How could he think if he wasn't surrounded by her love without a moment's rest?
If they only knew the circumstances surrounding their relationship. Even if they did, would they dare pry? Would they dare bet their life on intervening? They wouldn't understand. They couldn't understand, breaking her neck and back to make their relationship for it is – true love.
She would do anything to please her Izuku, meaning protecting and keeping him away from others who would hinder their marriage — her parents, his parents, family, friends (if there were any or dared to remain his friend), neighbors, traveling salesmen, preachers, pets — they were all suspects! She could be brash, overzealous, overly dedicated, but that was what a passionate wife does. She was the leader of the pack and protected those who threatened to destroy her family.
Izuku was naive. He didn't know better. He was too nice, timid, and cute, qualities that make others yearn for him and Yuu didn't like that. So she had to be callous to him a few times. She may have said a bad word or two to lower his esteem. Although she didn't like it, there were times she would have…to strike him. They were accidents and she didn't want to do it, plus it was nowhere where others would see. They were slight taps, a knuckle here and a back hand there, but she felt it was necessary if she was pushed too much.
It was a message to her beloved, enough to know that there wasn't anyone else that would love him.
Anyone else except her.
Yuu loved Izuku and deep down in his heart, he loved her.
However, it was in his conscience of a brain that needed to come to terms with that.
Times in which she had doubted. Times in which the unthinkable entered her brain — ending things. That was how paralyzed she was if he ever decided to leave her. She would do the unthinkable and it wouldn't be long before she would join him following that. She didn't want anyone else. Not another man, not a woman, no one else but her Izuku. If reincarnation did exist, she would want to be with him again — again and again and again and again. An endless cycle of love and happiness. Either it went, a world without her husband was a world she wouldn't dare want to live in.
"Why can't your mom come and visit you here?" Yuu have to give him props to approach her with this question at the last minute, knowing she wouldn't have time to fully process this. It wasn't that she didn't trust her husband.
She couldn't trust her husband. She didn't know how to trust her husband. Just the thought of lover's remorse irked her and if it happened, if he had dared her to make it so….
"He doesn't love you. You have no control."
"Useless, defected, weak. You can never please him, Yuu. He'll leave you. They all do!"
"He is forced because you are with child. He only pretends to stay with you for the sake of the baby. You're going to die alone."
"You have no control, Yuu. You have no control, Yuu. No control..no control…no control…"
The voices in her head tell her to do unspeakable things to him to keep him in check. She had to manage it or else her love would suffer. She should be taking her pills more often.
The emerald-haired teen sat at the foot of the bed cradling Yuriko. No longer having a fever, but still making a fuss and vying for her father's attention. When would the child learn? Would she have to….
"The doctor said that Mom can't exert her body as she is still in that cast," said Izuku. "And Dad just left for Seattle yesterday. He won't be back for several weeks!"
"She fractured her leg, baby," retorted Yuu. "What's the point of crutches?"
"Mom is already overweight. It's a struggle as is. I just thought if I come there, she can take it easy for a few days. Or at least until she manages walking with the crutches very well."
"That is why doctors made wheelchairs, sweetheart."
"..."
Less than a month ago, Inko was involved in an automobile accident. It was a single vehicle accident – her brakes stalled and she crashed into a ditch. Fortunately, the vast vegetation served as a cushion for the vehicle. Either it was the Lord that spared her life or the negligence of city maintenance, it could have been worse.
"Dad can't take anymore time off and I wouldn't dare put that pressure on Auntie Mitsuki as she has too much on her plate," said Izuku. He rocked his legs to keep his daughter stimulated. "I wouldn't have to spend the night. I can drive back and forth daily. I just want to see her. Is that so much to ask?" He picked up the pacifier and put it in his daughter's mouth. "Besides, I think she is long overdue to see her granddaughter."
"If you need money, I can give it to you," she told him. "I'll pay her way to come to us."
"Why are you so afraid of me visiting Mom?"
"Baby, you know our situation," she said.
"No, I don't!" Izuku retorted.
"Why are you trying to start a fight?"
"I am not starting anything!"
"You're acting like I am on trial." She furrowed her eyes. "Better choose the right side. The plaintiff or the accused."
"Why are you acting like this?" He retorted in a harsh tone. "What are you accusing me of? You don't trust your husband?"
A pregnant pause. The way she looked at husband was like he had spoken an expletive word. In a way, he did. Her eyes slightly dimmed. She told herself that he still didn't know better. But why were her fists tightly wrapped?
She didn't respond, only continued to pack up her things. Time was of the essence. "I have to go and meet Kamui Woods." She stuffed the last article of clothing into the suitcase. Once securing and locking the luggage, she grabbed it, passed by Izuku and walked to the door. "I left money in your account. Be sure to lock up when you leave and please notify me whenever you are in and out." She blew a kiss to him and stepped out of the room.
She bit her lip, even to the point it could bleed. Her authority was challenged. She didn't want to do that to him again. Speaking down and forcing him in the ways of sex was done, physically harming him was another thing. He was a work of art and no precious art such as that should be damaged.
She made it to the entryway and put on her shoes. As her hand touched the door, she looked at the knob, tears coming out of her eyes. "It isn't that I don't trust you. I can't trust you." She turned the lever and stepped out of the door, leaving him with their baby and his thoughts.
Back to the present….
Izuku and Nagisa spent the greater portion of the day enjoying the national park. Afterward, they returned back to Nagisa's car where they went to the rest area so they could shower and change clothes.
He took that opportunity to check on Yuriko as she was being watched by his manager. He was frozen stiff when seeing the missed calls from Yuu. There included endless text messages and voicemails warranting his whereabouts. It scared him how afraid he was of her. A woman that wasn't that far in height from him give him chills of terror. He dared not to bother with it. This was his day. Either way it went, he already knew what he was facing when he got home, so why not bother with it. Plus, how often was he going to get this kind of freedom again.
Once he felt Yuriko was safe, he went and changed clothes.
After leaving the rest area, they return back to town. There was an ice cream parlor Nagisa suggested and decided to check it out. He went and got a mint chocolate chip ice cream. The raven-haired teen got a double scoop vanilla ice cream.
Nagisa mentioned a spot near the bay where it was desolate and gave a scenic view of the city — a private oasis. The day was still young and Izuku's boss gave him all day for some peace of mind. With that being said, he accepted.
Nagisa put the car in park before partaking in her ice cream.
"That was a clever idea to stop for ice cream, Nagisa," he said to her, eyeing that minty goodness.
"That spot is one of my favorites," said Nagisa.
"That is definitely a spot to bring my mother sometime," he said.
"And not your wife?"
He paused, unable to find the right words. It didn't go unnoticed by her. "Sorry if I hit a sore spot. I can tell that you aren't trying to bring her up." She leaned against the door, continuing to eat her ice cream.
"It's okay, Nagisa. You mean well." He took a bite into the dairy treat. "You can say that there is trouble at home." He was nodding, unsure it was to her or to himself. "Let's leave it at that."
"I am sorry," she said again. "But I will say this. She's a lucky woman to have you. One would be a fool to ever see a boy like you unhappy." She laughed half-heartedly. "Excuse me, Izuku. I wasn't trying to stir up anything." She took a breath. "For all it is worth, I think you are cute, wonderful, and downright dashing to a fault. I really envy your wife."
"Thank you." That was really all he could say. He honestly couldn't recall the last time Yuu ever complimented him or praised him…even just to honor him for being a great dad, a great student, a great husband, or just for being him.
She placed her hand on his shoulder. He felt the hair on his neck standing upon her firm touch. He looked away. He was very surprised and did not know what to do. Her hand never left his shoulder. She slightly rubbed the shoulder while she was continuing to talk to him.
"When I first saw you in class, I became all flustered inside," she said. "I have seen you around a couple of times, but no one knew anything about you." She turned toward him and pressed a little forward. "I saw your beauty. I thought it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. You were like a bishounen in those shoujo manga that I read. You remind me of them. I was very happy that you noticed me."
"In fact, I have a confession, Izuku," she said. "I was very aware of your being married. In fact, I just pretend that I didn't see the ring around your finger. Maybe I'm just jealous of how a man like you gets snagged away. Maybe…maybe…maybe I am falling for you."
Izuku's heart skipped a beat. Did he just hear a confession, he thought to himself. "Falling for me?"
"Yeah," said Nagisa while smiling. She placed her hand on his hair and slid it across his face. "I think you are wonderful. So hard on the outside and so nimble on the inside." She smiled feverishly. "As if you are yearning for something more…something real and genuine."
"How so," asked Izuku; although he already knew where it was going.
She nudged over her seat and came close to him. "Sorry if I am moving too fast, but I won't do anything if you don't want to."
This was too fast, he thought. The inclination of her nature was damning, but it contrasted how he was feeling with his middle man. His erection was at full mast and was pounding against his pants.
"I-zu-ku," she cooed. "What is your answer?" She swayed her hand around his hair. She blew from her lips and onto his hair. The sensation was too much for him, but he was trying his hardest to keep his composure.
"Listen, Nagisa," said Izuku nervously. "I think you are cute. I think you are cool as well. It's just that I don't want to move too fast. Plus I am married."
"Please," she said in a pleading voice. She grabbed his left hand, kissing it tenderly and slowly putting his ring finger into her mouth. "We're not anywhere near her, let alone in the area. Just for this one time. Just for this moment, be my boyfriend."
Before he could answer, she reached over and pulled the seat back further down until it hit the backseat.
"If you want, let's take it slow," she said to him. "Do you know what you do to me, baby?"
He was in disbelief that he was allowing her to take full responsibility for what was to come. Why couldn't he stop her. There was Yuu, his wife, the mother of his kid, the….
…!
Nagisa took another bite of her ice cream. Instead of eating it, she reached over to Izuku. He opened his mouth and exchanged her ice cream with a kiss. He tasted her ice cream as well as her tongue. She wrapped her lips tightly around his tongue, sucking any remnants he ever had. He began feeling lightheaded by the sudden force. He could tell that Nagisa had experience. She took another bite of her ice cream and went for his mouth again.
She lapped his mouth with the ice cream. She placed it inside of his mouth before getting it back. The combination of cold vanilla and hot kisses were making him feel strange. Something that he did not experience with his wife. After having their second kiss, she went back to her seat. She finished the rest of her ice cream and remained quiet. In fact, she was quiet for a few moments.
"Are you alright," asked Izuku.
Before he could get an answer, she pushed him back to the seat. He lied motionless as she began nibbling on his neck. He slightly moaned, already sore from the marks that Yuu left on him from the previous day. He kept telling himself that it was an accident and she didn't mean it. "It was an accident and she didn't mean it. She didn't mean it."
"She didn't mean it."
She then reached for his shirt and took it off. Her eyes widened when she saw the bruises that were on his chest.
"Nagisa, I can explain," said Izuku pleadingly.
The raven-haired teen was silent. In fact, she was expressionless. She gently slid one finger across his chest, making him feel sensitive. By her touch, he was feeling aroused. She twirled in circles across his chest and then went for his nipples. She circled one of the nipples before tugging at it.
"She did this to you," she said, placing strong emphasis on the word, this.
"She didn't mean it," he tried telling her.
"I am sorry," she said in a broken whisper.
She kneaded his nipple with so much force that he let out a small moan. "Shh! Let Nagi tend to your wounds, Izuku sweetness." She whispered in his ear. "Let me take the way she caused."
She went back and began kissing his neck. Izuku's feet jerked by the double attack she was pulling on him. While this was going on, he was still holding his ice cream. By now, it was melting and began to overlap from the cone.
"Nagisa," said Izuku. "My ice cream. It is melting."
"Try your best to not spill it on anything," she said while continuing to kiss his neck. He felt her tongue lapping the sweat from his neck. She licked then nibbled. Or she tugged with her teeth. Her bites were a bit painful, but it also had a tinge of pleasure. By that time, she got on top of him and proceeded to make him feel good.
"Does it feel good," asked Nagisa while kissing his neck.
He felt her hot breath tickling him. "Yes," he answered.
"Good, I am glad," she replied.
She stopped and decided to go down to his pants where his dick was throbbing, begging for someone to release it from its prison. She unzipped his pants and grabbed his dick. It was already sensitive to the touch. He could already tell he was close to climaxing, just from the touch alone.
"My, my! Your little Small Might is leaking," said Nagisa. She pressed the phallus with her fingers, causing him to shriek from the touch. "You are close," she said. "I can tell how cloudy your precum is."
She opened her mouth and welcomed his throbbing member into her mouth. He felt the intensity of heat coming from her mouth on his dick.
She licked his dick from the shaft to the phallus.
Smacking noises filled the vehicle. A trail of the sticky, wet dairy treat dripped down to his forearm, creating a tiny reservoir around his collarbone. Was this for real? Was this actually happening? And with a woman that wasn't Yuu no less. Why was he letting her do this? His wife! His wife!
His wife?
She made a popping sound as she withdrew his cock from her mouth. Her amber eyes showcased excitement, indicating that she was far from finished. "Your cock is angry and excited at the same time. I can tell you are enjoying this." She continued grabbing her hand and stroking the shaft. The greasy, crinkling sound of her saliva and his juices filled the area. She didn't stop. She wouldn't stop. This was something she wanted to do the moment she laid eyes upon the emerald-haired teen.
He looked like a lone kitten who was in search of a home. She knew it was wrong and with a married man. But she didn't care. If this so-called wife could have been a better partner, let alone a loving, compassionate partner like herself, then he wouldn't be in this position. No sensual lover would beat up such a gem such as him.
"You can relax and be yourself. No one's gonna harm you here. You are safe with me, Izuku. Let out any inhibitions. For now, pretend that we are lovers. Because a lover wouldn't do you like…what your wife has done."
She stroked her hair and resumed to orally pleasure Izuku's engorged cock.
He felt weird. The ice cream had overlapped from the cone, trailed down his arm, and began dripping all over his chest. Some of the contents landed around his dick. Nagisa took some of the melted ice cream and stroked it with his dick.
"Nagisa…Nagisa!" The amount of suction she could place upon it was incredible and her tongue seemed to know every single spot that would bring a moan to his throat. She worked her hand well in tandem with her mouth, and gently rolled his cum-filled balls about within her other hand. For the first time in a long time, he felt something other than sorrow, pain, shame, and disdain.
"Nagisa…I am getting close. Let me pull out." He knew that he was close to climaxing. However, that alone only excited the raven-haired university student.
"Let it out for me, baby. Come, let me hear your cries." Nagisa gleefully informed him.
He cried out and moaned as she continued to stroke his dick. "Oh my God, Nagisa. Oh my God, Nagisa," he said.
"Yes, baby," she screamed. "Come for me. Come for me."
She wrapped her mouth inside of his dick before spurting his load inside of her. Slowly, she swallowed each drop, then let go of his member just in time to watch his body tensing up before slowly returning to relax. Each time he spurted, she had the suction just right. He thrust his hips each time he spurted. He dropped the ice cream and it landed on his stomach.
"Did it feel good?" Nagisa said to him while looking away. She felt the glaze that splashed onto her face. Using her finger, she gathered the remnants, putting it in her mouth. "You were definitely backed up."
The unthinkable happened — lost in disbelief as the ebb and flow has ceased. He cheated on his wife and with one of his students. His mind flooded like a swimming pool. The realization hit him as if something pierced his heart. It didn't go without notice from the girl who was on top of him.
"I am sorry," she said with a panicked voice. She climbed back to the driver's side and grabbed the steering wheel. She, too, looked like a deer who was caught in headlights. "I was wrong, Izuku." She put her hands in a praying position. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I have been observing you at school. I think about you each and every day. Before I knew it, I fell in love with you."
He didn't answer. He could only stare.
"I have always imagined myself doing these kinds of things to you. You are on my mind to the point it is a never-ending marathon," she said gingerly. "Izuku…I…I…"
As he tried to adjust, he realized that she reached over and grabbed his dick once more. She continued to jerk him beyond climax.
"Nagisa, what are you doing," asked Izuku before being interrupted with her sudden kiss.
She continued stroking him beyond the point it was pleasurable. She broke the kiss and used her free hand to spit out her saliva. She made a little puddle and then splashed it all over his head.
She then proceeded to do it again.
"Nagisa!"
"I want to have sex with you so badly," she proclaimed. "Please Izuku…I want you to fuck you!"
"Nagisa!"
"Please!"
Troubled thoughts conflicted his mind. "Is she for real? This isn't my wife. I may have my troubles and disagreements with Yuu. However, I am still faithful enough…"
'Baby, you know our situation.'
'No, I don't!'
'Why are you trying to start a fight?'
'I am not starting anything!'
'You're acting like I am on trial. Better choose the right side. The plaintiff or the accused.'
"Why are you acting like this? What are you accusing me of? You don't trust your husband?"
Their conversation was interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone. He picked it up on the first ring.
"Hey, Miyoko-san. How are you?"
"No, I am fine. I just got back in town. What's up?"
"You have to cover a shift this evening? That's fine. We are on the way."
The amber-eyed teen had a look of disappointment, being interrupted from going further. She couldn't be too upset since she did manage to convey her feelings after making the first move. She reached for the keys and turned on the engine as they headed to his manager's house to pick up his daughter.
About an hour later….
Nagisa managed to find a parking spot less than a block away from Izuku's apartment. Yuriko was sleeping in her car seat. Apparently, she had a fun-filled day with her oba-san.
Izuku bowed to the teen. "Thank you for today." He put on a smile. However, even he wasn't sure if it was genuine or not. "I really had a great time. It feels good spending time with friends."
Nagisa let out a tiny smile. She then reached over and grabbed his hand. "When is the next time I can see you?"
"..." He was speechless. He turned around and saw his sleeping daughter, slouched over and looked in perfect peace. He couldn't recall the last time he saw his daughter in that state.
He closed his eyes. Despite the day he had. He had to admit, the odd encounter made him venture for more. "Yes."
"You'll call me?"
"I will."
He and Nagisa shared a kiss before exiting the car. He went to the backseat and grabbed Yuriko from the car seat. Grabbing her backpack and toting the baby, he was ready to head back.
"Hey, let me help you," she said as she stepped out of the car.
"I don't mind. I don't want to trouble you."
"No, I insist. It is the least I can do."
The amber-eyed teen rushed and grabbed the baby carrier that held Yuriko. Izuku led her to the door of his apartment building. He held the door as she stepped inside with his baby. In that moment, he knew that trouble was stirring by inviting her into his supposed love nest.
It was too bad that he decided to ignore it.
To be continued….