Detention
Izuku and Himiko walked through the empty halls of U.A. on their way to serve their detention; Himiko, of course, though initially puzzled about her being pulled into this punishment, quickly let that go as she realized that she would be with Izuku talking about sex. Her pulse quickened, thinking of him maybe taking her across a desk or perhaps him being a teacher, and she desperately needed to get her grade up. She pleads and begs; he tells her to stay after class; with a lustful gaze, he reminds her of how badly she needs to raise her test score. Himiko was giggling and rubbing her thighs together as they walked the halls.
She wore her best schoolgirl skirt, hiked to a slightly inappropriate level, a freshly laundered shirt, an undone tie, and a few buttons.
The purred answer from their knock beckoning them sent shivers down her spine; they entered to see Midnight leaning back against her desk. Poured into a pair of black leather pants, black leather stiletto boots, and a tight white ruffled shirt that stretched ever so seductively across her breasts, her hair was pulled into a tight flawless bun, her trademark glasses that she adjusted ever so slightly as her tongue moistened her ruby red lips.
Izuku's hormones raged, not just because he was next to Himiko but because he remembered the close combat lessons he had received from Professor Midnight, which had sparked some primal urges in the young man. Then there was this sweet scent in the air and the…bed in the center of the room.
"Welcome," Midnight purred to your dentation, "Today we will discuss sex and some education." Izuku began to sweat, wondering where the riding crop had come from. "There will be a test that must be passed before I sign off that you have. If not, you must take it repeatedly," she moaned. "Till I am satisfied," she whispered, gently closing Izuku's jaw with the riding crop. Himiko shuddered as the riding crop ran along the outside of her thigh. "After all, isn't satisfaction so important," she whispered.
"Now I know you two know the difference between boys and girls, so let's get on the bed and begin some…proper sex education." Midnight purred as she gently placed her hand on their chests and pushed them back till the legs hit the bed; with a playful shove, Izuku sat back on the bed. "Now, Himiko, there are many ways to approach your lover once they sit on the bed. A simple but properly performed strip tease can not only delight and stimulate your partner by heightening the anticipation of the next reveal but can help to boost your confidence and arousal as you are their sole focus."
Izuku was on the verge of fainting seeing Himiko standing there looking like his every school girl fantasy that he lied about not having, and Midnight was there behind her, gently placing her hands on Himiko's hips as the music began to play softly, guiding them in a playful and arousing swish.
"MIDNIGHT!" a breathless voice from the doorway bellowed. Aizawa stood there, breathing hard. "Detention wasn't supposed to start for another half hour. Why are they here already?"
"Oh, something came up, and I asked them if they wouldn't mind coming in early," Midnight tapped the riding crop against her cheek. "Didn't I send you a message?"
"No, you did not!" Aizawa replied, stepping in and closing the door.
Midnight pulled a cell phone from between her breasts, "Oh silly me, I forgot to hit send."
"Sure you did," Aizawa said dubiously. "What are you doing?"
"About to lead them in a practical demonstration of Sexual Education," she said innocently.
"No, no," Aizawa said.
"Oh, you're right. It would be better if we showed them, and they took notes," Midnight cooed at him, making Aizawa freeze and Izuku swear and blush. "You could always tie me to the bed again. I think Mic is free right now…"
The silence was immediate as Izuku began to process everything. During the five-second silence, he felt like he was about to faint several times, but he did not.
Aizawa wanted to kill Nemuri, tie her to bed, and disappear all at once. Somehow, this was all Izuku's fault. He knew it; he just had to figure it out later. After a very deep breath or two, he said, "Midnight, how about we keep it theoretical for the sake of students?"
Midnight pouted before having Izuku stand. She pressed a button, and the bed returned to the floor, leaving desks in their place. Izuku was very confused, and Himiko was excited. "Now, let's talk about sex; there are many different types of intercourse. The common three are oral, vaginal, and anal. We will cover all three of these and discuss how to prepare for all three. You have all had the regular stuff already: unwanted pregnancy, STD, and such. I trust that you both understand consent and how it is okay to change your mind no matter how far you are into an act. I remember this one time I thought I was ready for double vaginal penetration, and I was not, so I had to say, 'Hey boys slow down; why don't one of you take my ass, and we can try again later." Izuku fainted, and Aizawa slammed his head on a desk.
When he regained consciousness, he wondered if he had imagined the whole thing; he looked over and was even more confused, seeing HImiko's hair was pulled into a single tight bun and wearing a pair of glasses she did not have to his knowledge and taking notes feverishly. "At what point am I allowed to ask him to breed me like whore?" Himiko said.
Bam Izuku was out. "Good job, Himiko; if you cup the balls like so, I have found that this stimulation will encourage an even larger load." Himiko was demonstrating her blowjob technique on a dildo when Midnight took over and started giving pointers. Izuku world wobbled; he saw Aizawa tied to a chair in the corner with his capture scarf and a gag. "He fainted.
"So plenty of lubrication, and I should start with this and work my way up until I feel comfortable having him fuck me in my ass," HImiko asked, various sex toys before her.
"Oh yes, some find it quite enjoyable; the best way to start, in my opinion, is with an egg vibrator on a low setting while you go about your day," Midnight said. "You may enjoy it for sharing that information with your partner and giving them the remote for the day. Or just a simple butt plug can be a naughty secret just for you. I find that I enjoy them and use them quite often."
Izuku fainted.
"Okay, Izuku," Midnight said, snapping him back. "Himiko has praised your cunnilingus abilities; please demonstrate so I can offer some pointers." Izuku looked around the room, and Aizawa was nowhere to be found. "Come on, chop, or do you wish to serve detention again? I would hate to think what that would do to your permanent record."
20 Minutes later.
"Fine technique now. I like how you adjusted your technique based on your partner's moans. Now pay attention as I show you some special techniques, as well as you, Himiko."
20 Minutes after that.
"Now, when she is on top, she may want to hold your hands for balance, or you can place your hands on her hips; don't simply trust up like a wild monkey. Pace is important; in this position, you let her set the pace."
10 Minutes later
"Now, when taking your lover from behind, you have more options than most would think but remember to keep in mind what you and your partner have discussed before you place a finger up her ass. The classic is to grab her hips, now grab onto her hips. Listen to your lover as you set the pace; she will tell you what she likes and how she wants it." Midnight turned her attention to Himiko. "Now, this is the classic all four. There is the downward dog, but you can do things as well to heighten the pleasure and experience for you both; you can tweak your nipples and reach between your legs to stimulate your clit. But don't be afraid to communicate, you two, harder, faster, pull my hair, spank me."
25 Minutes Later.
Missionary gets a bad rap from the inexperienced; this is a great way to make eye contact and allows so many variations that I can be tender, feverish, primal, loving, and incredible depending on the mood." Midnight told them as Himiko was lying on the bed with Izuku on top of her, still fully clothed.
"Himiko, place your hands above your head; Izuku uses one hand to hold her hands there. Himiko, wrap your legs around him, Izuku reach back with your free hand and grab her thigh or butt, and now both of you move your hips together," Midnight purred.
Everything drifted away as they stared into each other's eyes. "Like this," Himiko whispered. "I want our first time like this."
"Me too; I want to look in your eyes," Izuku said. A cough from Midnight broke the spell.
"Now that we have covered all that, we are going to talk about the most important part," Midnight smiled. "Kissing. For most, not all, everything begins and ends with a kiss; it can convey a million words or just one. Hello, I love you, and goodbye. A kiss for every goodbye, as someone once said, "Mistletoe could be deadly if you eat it, but a kiss is deadlier if you mean it."
"For your homework, I want you two to practice kissing," Himiko and Izuku grinned like idiots. "Not just any kissing; I want you to try different ways of kissing, try to convey an emotion or a thought to the other, and they have to guess. Now go on and get out of here."
Himiko and Izuku had both forgotten about Aizawa. Once they were gone, Midnight slowly stripped out of her clothes, revealing a leather corset, thong, and fishnet stockings. She pulled out a pair of matching thigh-high stiletto boots. After she laced them up, she retrieved her riding crop and walked to the back of the room. Typing a code, a panel slid away, revealing Aizawa still tied to a chair.
"You were a very naughty boy, Shota," she cooed. "You didn't let me have nearly as much fun as I could had. Now, you need to be punished."
A weekend to remember
"I know that the anticipation of today is heavy on both of your minds, but this is not something to be rushed," Inko said, looking at the kneeling forms of Himiko and Izuku. "I forbid you both from giving into your desires till this evening after you have eaten dinner. Before heading to the beach, you must arrive at the hotel, check-in, and change. The resort will provide all you need to frolic in the sun. You are to savor these moments as an appetizer to your evening delight."
"Yes, Mother," Himiko said, her head bowed. Izuku wondered why he was kneeling but felt it was best not to question it. "May we tease each other?"
"Yes, I find that acceptable, but you shall deny each other full release until this evening. Think this a test," Inko said, head tilted up slightly. "Should you fail, I will have you both return home, and I will be forced to reconsider this union."
"I will not fail you, Mother," Himiko said, her fist over her heart.
"I will now speak to my son privately," Himiko slowly backed away before turning and leaving the room. "Izuku rise," Izuku did as he was instructed. "Tonight is a special night."
"Mother, please don't," he said.
"No, please do/Don't stop on our account," Twice said. Magni grabbed a handful of popcorn while Spinner tried to look away, but a glare from Inko stopped that.
"Tonight, I know that you may wish to proceed hastily, but I would tell you to savor this moment; it will never come again," Inko placed her hand on his shoulder. "Tonight, make Himiko feel like a goddess; she will forever allow you to worship in her temple. Now go, do not miss thy train. Leave but a boy and a girl return man and woman."
Izuku closed his eyes before he kissed his mother on the cheek. "This is so weird, but thank you for everything, Mom."
Inko turned to those watching. "Now, thank you for agreeing to help renovate my new home. The dumpsters have arrived, and I believe we can accomplish much with your assistance. Let us depart once Midnight and Eraser Head arrive."
"No problem/It is our pleasure," Twice said with a crisp salute.
"It will be nice to get off campus for a bit," Magni said. "And thank you, my lady, for trusting us." Spinner looked at her questioningly. Magni shrugged, seeming just as confused as him.
"My son has shared your stories, and since Himiko trusts in you, I will as well," Inko said. "You are dear to her; she is dear to my son. I look forward to getting to know you more. I see our heroic escort approaching. Let us depart."
Himiko and Izuku nervously entered their hotel room. They looked at the single bed, and both wanted to unleash all the pent-up frustration. They set their bags down. "What do we do?" Himiko said, "Oh god, Izuku, I am so fucking wet right now."
"We are supposed to wait for tonight," Izuku said. "I bet they have someone watching." Izuku bit his lip. "Himi, will you do something for me?"
"Anything Izuku, anything you want," she said, staring at him.
"Take off all your clothes," he said. Himi shuddered, and she went to take her shirt. "Slowly," he whispered.
"Sweet god, Izuku," she moaned, slowly stripping out of her clothes; once her shirt was off, he removed his; she took off her bra. The feeling of his eyes on her breasts made her breath quicken. Shoes, socks, he took off his pants and struggled to control himself, watching her slowly lower her pants past her hips; she was bent over, showing him her simple white panties. Himiko was rubbing her thighs when his underwear hit the floor, and she could see how hard his cock was. She swore it was more significant than ever before.
"Tell me what your fantasy is," he said as he moved around the bed towards her. "What is it that you have fantasized about? What did you want me to do the first time we met?"
"I wanted you to push me to the ground, take these white panties of mine," she couldn't keep her eyes off him, staring at his mouth, his cock, his abs. "and fuck me, fuck me so everyone would know that I was yours, every hole, as much as you wanted. Just claim me, mark me," her breathing was getting heavier, "Will you do that? I will be anything for you Izuku," her trembling hand lightly touched his chest. "I will be your whore, your saint."
"When we get back to this room," Izuku hand grazed her breast. Himiko nearly came right then and there. "I am going to claim you, just like we wanted when we were in detention." His breathing was slightly ragged. "Then we will take a bath. Please put those back on, and I will claim you as you want. I promise."
"Now what?" she moaned, their hands lightly dancing across each other's chest.
"I want to see you in the new swimsuit you bought," he whispered, their lips slightly out of contact. "I want to go to the beach and rub oil on your skin while we ache for the night and our fantasy to be true."
"Only if you don't wear a shirt out there," Himiko said. Her hand traced his scars. "I know you are self-conscious about them, but they are beautiful. They are your badges of courage. They are a part of you, and I want to see them today. Can you do that for me?"
"Yes," their lips met tenderly, but they screamed everything to the other. Once they were dressed, he took a deep breath, feeling a slight anxiety about people seeing his scars, but it disappeared when she took his hand.
Himiko wondered if they would notice how wet she was. God bless Midnight for suggesting the wrap. Himiko wore a daring white string bikini that showed off her curves; the wrap was a dark green that played off of Izuku's white trunks with a dark green stripe. She could feel eyes on her as they stepped out into the lobby, but she saw more eyes drifting to Izuku and to his scars; she could see them starting to whisper; she looked at Izuku and could see the brightness in his eyes dimming, as he looked down. His other arm fidgeting, trying to cover some of his scars, she wanted to turn and scream at those who were causing him distress, but she knew he was bearing this for her. Fulfilling her request, she pulled his arm, nestling it in between her breasts; the distraction worked.
"Ignore them, my Izuku," she whispered. "If it weren't for our promises, I would have you take me right here so they know what a real man looks like." His blush was enough to make her smile. "The sooner we are on the beach, the closer we are to tonight."
Izuku's heart was pounding from the desire, from her words, but this warmth spread over his body. Himiko Toga was, without a doubt, unlike any girl he had ever met. Never in his dream would he have imagined being in this place with a girl like her.
He had dreamed of being at the beach this summer, but it was with a different girl, a bubbly brunette. Never had he dreamed of how his life would have gone from zero to one million, upside down, backward, maybe sideways, yet somehow forward.
He watched Himiko at the desk, selecting their picnic lunch for their day at the beach. That day in the forest, everything changed. Had Ochaco said yes, what would have happened with Himiko? Would he have been able to say those same words? Would he have been able to save her? How would Bakugo's kidnapping be resolved otherwise?
He paused; there was no hesitation when he thought about Bakugo's name, not Katsuki or Kacchan. Ochaco…her words still hurt; here he was with a beautiful girl who wanted him for the most ridiculous reason in the world. But she wanted all of him, scars, fears and all. When she glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled, that warmth flooded him again. She didn't make him nervous; she made him comfortable, confident, wanted, desired…loved.
He walked up and slipped his arm around her waist. She smiled as he pulled her close, feeling her snuggle in the contented sigh escape her. He placed a gentle kiss on her head. She turned and looked up at him, and that warmth spread, as did how she looked at him. She always would look him in the eyes, and she saw him. She would truly see him, the hero, the boy. The anger, rage, and passion that he held deep inside, the loneliness and fear that held him back, she saw it all didn't flinch.
"What is it?" she whispered.
"I love you," he said, her eyes going wide. "You see me and make me better. How can I not love someone like that?"
"Not fair," she whispered, burying her head in his chest. "How can you say that and not expect me to make you take me back upstairs after that."
"Your order," the booth worker said as they pulled the ice cooler around the counter. There were towels, a blanket, and a collapsible umbrella.
Izuku grabbed the handle with Himiko at his side, and they headed down to the beach.
Inko and the villains
"We are going to pick up lunch; I trust you can stay out of trouble and listen to Ms. Midoriya," Aizawa said. The former villains all yield some variation of yes with twice, adding that to disobey the Empress would mean death. He would have to address that later as he and Midnight left.
"You're nervous," she said once the door was closed.
"They are villains," he said. "It has only been a few weeks, but Nezu said we must show them trust. They haven't done anything to make us believe they want nothing more than change."
"Are you getting soft on me, Shota?" Nemuri purred; she reached over and rubbed his crotch. "Well, not soft for long."
Of course, once the heroes were away, things had to get interesting.
The army of Twice had made the demolition a breeze; under Magne's direction, things were moving smoothly. It seemed Spinner had an amazing knack for gardening and was in bliss in the wild jungle of the backyard, removing and trimming back the plants.
Magne and Twice had just thrown the last walls in the dumpster when they heard Inko yelling at someone on the phone.
"This is unacceptable," Inko said as they approached. I paid in advance for the price that was agreed upon, and I will not pay another yen! I will come down there to settle this matter post haste, so be expecting me." Inko terminated the call.
"Everything alright?/Do we get to fuck someone up?" Twice asked.
"Inko, what happened," Magne said, approaching the normally cool-headed woman.
"I purchased the amount of lumber that you requested and the support beam for opening up the wall," Inko said, calming herself. "I found a wonderful deal after searching, and now these cretins are attempting to raise the price. Magne, would you and Twice accompany me? I will not be taken advantage of."
"Of course," Magne said, not only because she liked Inko. The woman helped her remove unwanted facial hair via her quirk and, along with Midnight, helped Magne with make-up tips to soften her features. Along with some asshole taking advantage of Inko because she was a woman, and the thought of what Himiko and Izuku might do not only if Inko was hurt or if their weekend was cut short before the climax…
"Somebody gonna get their ass kicked/Somebody goon gets their wig split," Twice started to sing as they walked over to the rental truck while Inko went to talk to Spinner about keeping an eye on things. "Beat'em up/break his neck, beat'em up/break his neck."
They drove off, Twice in the back, continuing to sing to himself about how if these people didn't honor their agreement with Inko, they would get introduced to the Hall of Pain. Magne drove to the address with a feeling growing in the pit of her gut, especially as they crossed the tracks, so to speak. Inko sat in the passenger seat, her calm demeanor betrayed by this anger radiating from her.
"Fuck," Magne muttered as they pulled up to a rather shady-looking "Supply" store. Twice echoed her sentiment. "Isn't this Savage's place?"
"I think so/Sure IS," Twice replied. "I wonder if he is still mad about Nagasaki/Surely he has forgotten about Nagasaki."
"Highly unlikely," Magne muttered. "Inko, do you want us to talk to them."
"That is not necessary, Magne. I have my voice, and I will use it," she said as she opened the car door. "I will not be taken advantage of by this lot. Now follow me."
Twice and, Magne stepped out with Magne grabbing her magnet from the trunk before following Inko in.
The double doors opened, and Inko swept inside, flanked by the two "former" Villains. Inko didn't know that the operation was a front for a group of Villains led by a man named Savage. Savage is a large man with green skin, a disproportionately large upper body and arms, fangs, two toes on each foot, and a fin on his head. He possesses immense strength and healing abilities.
The League had had a minor run-in with him before the Summer Camp, Magni had worked with and against him as he was a fucking chauvinistic asshole, and that was his more charming trait; he had tried to take advantage of a group of women while on a job, and Magne had taken exception to it.
Twice had met him on a job in Nagasaki when they were both after the same object. Twice walked away with it, and Savage swore revenge. Now, they were walking into his place of business, and this would not end well. They could only hope that cooler heads would prevail and there would be no blowback for Inko.
A man walked up to talk to them. Inko looked him over and waved her hand dismissively. "No, not you," she said.
"Excuse me!" he started to say.
Inko paused and looked at him, one eyebrow slightly arched. "You are not in charge, so you are not worthy of my time. So unless you will hurry along and get your boss, your presence bothers me." She kept walking.
FUCK! Magne thought.
"Well, that isn't good/She is fucking awesome!" Twice said quietly.
Inko walked up to the counter and stared down the clerk, "Now fetch your boss."
"Ma'am…" they started to protest.
"That wasn't a request," Inko replied. "Now, are you deaf or dumb?"
"Um…"
"Both," Inko said. "I will use smaller words. So listen closely," Her hand glowed, and the counter worker's chin lifted as his goatee glowed. "GET! YOUR! BOSS!"
Magni and Twice saw people moving in the back, and when the counter worker ran off, the other store patrons quickly evacuated.
The back door opened and out walked a short-looking man. His entire body was covered in purple and black feathers, with two large ones sticking out of his head like antennas. He recognized Magne and Twice immediately, and they recognized him. It was Finch, one of Savage's lieutenants. "How can I help you, ma'am?"
"I have come to collect my order; now be a good fellow and have it loaded into the truck out front," Inko said smoothly.
"Have you brought your additional payment," Finch replied mockingly.
"There shall be additional payment, you vile little man," Inko said, placing her receipt on the counter. "You will honor our agreement, or there will be consequences." Magne went to whisper something to Inko, but Inko held up her hand to stop her. Inko looked Finch over, taking a measure of him. "Now run back and talk to the real person in charge."
"I am…" he started to say.
Inko sighed, "No, you are not. Don't toy with me, little man; I better things to do today than deal with you." Twice stepped behind a tall display and duplicated as more of him spread out, doing the same.
"Massive talk from such a diminutive woman," a grave voice rang from the back. The doors opened, and out stepped Savage, a cheap cigar hanging from his mouth.
"You must be in charge," Inko said, not flinching an inch. "Look here, we had an agreement; a purchase was made and paid in full. You will honor our agreement."
"Who the hell are you, lady? And what are you doing on my turf?" Savage said; only the counter separated them as he towered over Inko at 6'5.
"Turf…"Inko nose wrinkled, "Now, I wonder why this place is in such a horrible state. Disgusting and filthy." Savage bristled. "And I am moving in!"
"Like Hell you are!" Savage growled. He was about to continue when Inko's phone rang, and Inko used her quirk to shut his mouth.
"Oh, it is my son," she said, smiling. "Please excuse me." Inko walked out onto the sidewalk. "My darling boy is everything proceeding well…" The doors closed.
Savage opened his mouth and glared at Magne and Twice. "You are serving that fat bitch now; who do you freaks think you are trying to move in on my turf."
"Watch your mouth/Say that shit again!" Twice said.
Magne's eye twitched. "Look, Savage. Just give us what we ordered, and we will be out of your fin."
"Fuck you both," Savage replied. "I owe you both, and after I collect, I am going to beat the shit out of your boss."
Magne sighed and looked at Inko outside the dirty windows, laughing and talking on the phone. "Nah, I don't think so. Twice."
"BOOM, SOMEONE IS GOING TO GET THEIR ASS KICKED/THIS PUNK ASS BITCH IS GOING TO GET HIS WIG SPLIT!" 10 DIFFERENT Twice's yelled.
Savage lept the counter only for a kick from a strong, beautiful rabbit heroine to send him flying back through the wall. Those measurements Twice could always remember.
Outside
Inko was lost talking to Izuku. The boy had called for some advice about a purchase he was making as a surprise for Himiko at a seaside shop he saw when he went to buy them some ice cream. Inko was laughing and looking at the photos, completely ignorant of the chaos that was going on inside.
Inside
Twice, and Magni would have been in for a good fight if it was just them. Well, Twice would have ensured the win, but when two Mirkos came leaping into the battle, it was just cruel and unusual after that.
"How are you going to explain two Miriko's," Magni said.
"Easy/No Problem," Twice said. "I bet you are the stronger one/Hell no, this one is!" Twice said, pointing at both of them.
"THERE IS NO WAY A COPY IS BETTER THAN THE ORIGINAL!" Both Himikos spun and kicked each other at the same time, and then they turned into a puddle of goo.
"That was fucking brilliant!" Magne said.
"There are all kinds of drugs and stuff in the safe/WE HIT THE MOTHERLOAD!" a Twice yelled.
"No, we are better than this," Magne said. "At least we are trying to be. Tie up the Savage, Finch, and any other bigwigs." Magni walked over to the ones still conscious. "Listen up, you sons of bitches, Savage is done; you are going to load us up with what we came for and then get the fuck out of here before the cops show. If we see or hear any of you coming near the Empress, you will not like what happens to you. ARE WE FUCKING CLEAR?" she heard enough answers of yes. "Twice help Inko pull around, and don't let her come in."
"Empress? /Empress?" Twice said.
"Shut up, it was all I could think of," Magni said.
Inko
"See Twice, isn't it nice when people come to their senses?" Inko said as they drove away.
"Word, not fists/Words rule!" Twice said. Magni sighed as they drove away, taking a different route as police and heroes entered the area.
At Last
The beach was fun; rubbing lotion onto Himiko's bare back, her top undone, was nearly the undoing of them. She had to ask him to stop when he was rubbing her legs near her crotch as she almost orgasmed. But it was everything else they could want; little dreams and fantasies played out, thankfully without any dumbasses to ruin the mood.
When they returned to the hotel, they showered and dressed separately, as the temptation to be there together was too much. They walked hand in hand down the boardwalk towards the restaurant that Inko had arranged, holding hands in the setting sun's light.
Nejire is watching from a discreet distance, their room already bugged. Izuku and Hiimko strolled past the train station, Himiko admiring the little necklace dangling from her neck, commenting on the beauty of the seashell, and giggling at how Izuku had been nervous about presenting to her before they left the room.
"Yo, isn't that Midoriya?" Kaminari said as the train pulled away.
Sero lifted his head, "Where?"
"Over there…" he paused. He was pointing towards the disappearing train station. "You missed him. I swear I saw him. But it couldn't be him. He was with some girl."
"Midoriya, yeah, right," Sero said. "So Yuga, did you hear the rumor?"
"I did, sir," Yuga smiled, "Monsour Mineta was kind enough to tell me my lady was uninterested in him. Though I feel sorry for Midoriya, the door is now open as she does not seem to like him that way."
"So you gonna shoot your shot?" Sero teased.
"I believe it is now or never as they say," the French man said. "I am composing my proposition and plan and slipping it into her locker on the first day back."
"Hell yea," Denki said. "You go for it. Don't wait too long. I hear you aren't the only one with a thing for her."
"I will not hesitate then," Yuga said. "I thank thee for inviting me to the beach."
"Don't worry about it," Sero said. "Thanks for buying lunch."
Yuga stared out the windows as they moved back toward the main station. He had not heard from his handlers since the forest incident. Maybe they had determined he had paid his debt. Just maybe he would be free.
They sat outside on the patio as they ate. The food was good, but with every bite, their pulse seemed to quicken till the end when they passed on dessert, paid, and left. They didn't run back to the hotel but walked quickly. The lobby, the elevator, their hands touching, she pressed against the wall as his kiss told her he was seconds away from claiming her.
Her hands dancing around his zipper, nearly freeing him to do so, told him the same. They got the door and stumbled inside; the lights were off, and the window to the balcony was open, allowing light to cascade in. She stood silhouetted against the window; she reached up and pulled the thin, slender strap of her sundress off her shoulder, then the other, looking at him through a lustful haze.
He stood on the other side of the bed, memorizing; when she stopped, he pulled off his shirt, her dress fell to the floor, and sandals were kicked off, his and hers. Shorts fell. She stepped to the foot of the bed as he did. "Would you like to unwrap the last of your gift? Izuku reached up and undid the clasp at the front of her bra as her breasts bounced just so slightly as they were freed; his hand glided over hard nipples, making her shudder.
His breath caught as she ran her hands down his sides, slipping her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down his hard cock by her face; she lightly kissed the tip and blew across the shaft; he nearly unloaded. All day, the teasing and the build-up had left him on edge. He was suddenly nervous; as excited as he was, he wouldn't last a second inside of her if he even made it that far.
Then he felt her tongue dart out and run along the shaft, he tried to protest, but Himiko silenced him by taking him in her mouth; she deep-throated him fully, and her tongue came out to lick his balls a few pumps, and he was cumming down her throat. He stumbled back as she looked at him and wiped the edges of her mouth. She slowly stood up; he came back to her, grabbed the strings on her hip, and pulled her panties, falling away.
She fell back on the bed; he could see how wet she was; even her inner thigh was wet; she moved up to the pillows, and he followed after her. Himiko pulled him up so he was over her; slowly, she put her hands above her head, and he positioned himself against her dripping pussy; he grabbed her hands, her legs wrapped around his waist, and with a gentle pull, he ever so slowly pushed past the opening.
Their eyes were locked as he entered her; she fought the urge to close them when he whispered, "I love you," and pushed his way into her eyes closed as she cried out in orgasmic pleasure. Himiko's body was shaking and quivering under him in a way he never saw or felt; feeling her pussy contract around his cock stirred something in him. Her eyes shot open when he pulled back some, as she was still in the throws of pleasure; when he pushed back, her legs locked around him, and she could only call his name. He started to move; she opened her eyes, his name no longer echoing, but instead her declarations of love; all she could say was "I love you" repeatedly. His return call mixed in with the sound of hers; the sound of their lovemaking filled the room.
Then it happened; she could feel his cock twitch as it molded her pussy to his shape, feel him begin to pulse inside of her, the look in his eyes, the moans that replaced the declarations of love, Himiko's body hit another level of pleasure even higher than the first orgasm that had rocked her. He was about to cum; he was about to cum inside her; his seed was going to be hers. Marking her, claiming her, she pulled his head to her shoulder. "Mark me," she moaned. "Cum deep inside and mark me, my love." She felt his teeth on her flesh as the first spurt of his cum splashed inside of her, and everything went silent for Himiko; she felt him release her hands as he lost control.
All she could feel was the pleasure as the orgasm to end all orgasms took over; she could feel him still pumping inside her pussy, his hot seed flooding her; she felt the sudden rush as she squirted around his cock. She tried to ride the convulsion of pleasure that ran through her; she held to him in a near-desperate manner as she finally found a bit of her voice to call out. She begged him for more, pleaded with him not to stop, as another orgasm claimed her.
"Fuck, fuck," he called out as Izuku nearly passed out; the feeling of being inside her, the way she convulsed and held him, had brought him to orgasm again just as the first one had finished. He was not prepared.
As their senses returned, she released her arms to look into his eyes. He was worried for a second, seeing tears in her eyes, but she rolled her hips against him. "Happy Tears," she whispered.
"Don't stop," Himiko whispered. "I know you want more, fuck me, give me all I can handle and more, don't stop." Her voice got louder as he began to move. "Harder," she growled, calling his name in pleasure as he increased the pace and force.
"Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop," Himiko moaned out. "Break me, Izuku, break me. No other cock will ever compare to yours; engrave it in me, and engrave it in my fucking soul." Her eyes rolled back as she came again, "More," she called. "Let go, let go for me; it's okay; I want it," she begged. "I need it, she moaned. "I won't run away; I won't leave. Let it go; give to me my Izuku."
Her eyes focused as a green light surrounded them; she saw the lightning begin to dance the way his eyes glowed, the fire and passion, all the pent-up emotions began to pour out as he relentlessly fucked her into orgasm after orgasm, all the while she screamed his name, begged him for more. She could feel him cumming, and he kept fucking her. The sounds of the wet mess between her legs, their bodies crashing into each other, the bed squeaking, the headboard pounding as he drove himself into her.
Himiko was at his mercy. She couldn't speak; her eyes would roll back as he relentlessly unleashed himself on her. Then she felt it. Her eyes focused as she heard him calling her, desperately calling her. He nearly sounded lost. She pulled him close as the pace softened, whispering his name, her love in his ear.
One more time, she felt him cum, and one more time, she felt herself come, but this was different; it spread through her body, and the only way she could describe it was joy. It just washed over her, permeating every part of her. It was this heat, this feeling of belonging, that she was his and he was hers. He would never let her go, and he would protect her, hold onto her, and cherish her. A feeling that Himiko only had in dreams she had only had ever so briefly before her quirk manifested.
It was there; she could feel it, the way he held onto her, the way she held onto him. When he finally pulled out of her and slid next to her, their bodies covered in sweat, their juices mixed, escaping her, she could feel the soreness creeping in from how he had fucked her, and she was happy. At that moment, he had surrendered to her and laid himself bare. He pulled her into his arms, the cool night air dancing in, caressing their bodies. "Perfect," she whispered as they fell asleep, exhausted and satisfied.
A sentiment expressed a few rooms over as Nejire pulled the vibrator free, repositioned herself on the bed, and fell asleep.
