Welcome back to a new chapter of Confirmation. Unfortunately, I have some bad news. My summer job - along with trying to find a place to live - has been kicking my ass. So this is the only post for this week. However, this upcoming week - June 29th through July 5th - I will be triple posting: One Confirmation chapter, one for my Assassin Hero Fic, and one for either my SI Fic, or Hero's Bizarre Journey. My apologies for the delay.
Chapter 6: Kendo's Special Spar
"In two weeks time, the UA Sports Festival will be happening."
Class-1A began to collectively - well, almost - discuss the upcoming event, their plans for training, what the event was all about. You name it, they talked about it. Izuku merely nodded along with his friends as they emphasized the importance of doing well during the Festival. The green haired boy also laughed heartily at seeing Uraraka's competitive side.
Standing, Izuku began to lead his classmates out of the classroom, only to be blocked by...Izuku assumed the assembled group was most, if not all, of the school's student population. A large number of students were gathered outside the door to 1-A's classroom, with the apparent ringleaders smirking.
"So...this is the mighty Class-1A!" A blonde boy spoke, his tone haughty and eyes more than slightly unhinged. "The group that survived a villain attack and now basks in the spotlight, assuming there superiority-"
"You know our teachers almost died protecting us, right?" Izuku interrupted. He liked overdramatic, hammy speeches, but this was ridiculous. "Look in there," Izuku said, gesturing to the resting, bandaged form of Aizawa "that's the result of us "stealing the spotlight". We were lucky to survive, lucky to be saved by All-Might. So please, don't think we wanted to be attacked, or enjoyed our near death experience. Because we really didn't."
The blonde boy sputtered and frowned, as many of the other students looked ashamed of themselves. When the boy began to speak, a large fist came from behind and smacked him in the back of the head, sending him to the ground.
"Damn it Monoma, can you not just read the room." The owner of the enlarged fist said, revealing herself to be a girl with orange haired pulled back into a ponytail. Despite the school uniform, Izuku could tell that the girl was muscled - similar to Momma Nem's frame - with a decent set of D-Cup breasts and thick thighs. Turning towards Izuku, the girl smiled.
"I'm sorry about him, he's a bit of a competition freak."
"It's ok. Healthy competition is all well and good, but stress the idea that it wasn't just our class that almost died, and the fact that we didn't really want to be attacked." Izuku said, extending his hand. "Your...Kendo correct?"
"And your Izuku Midoriya." Kendo confirmed, shaking his hand. "How'd you recognize me?"
"A year ago you placed 2nd in Japan's National Karate Tournament. My teacher's have stressed the point of watching such events as a way of studying different fighting styles." Izuku said, not noticing the blush on the girl's face.
"You practice martial arts! What styles?"
"I practice karate and taekwondo, but I've also studied some acrobatic combat."
"Cool!" Itsuka said, still smiling, her blush remaining. "Maybe we could have a sparring session? I'd love to see how I measure up to All-Might's successor."
"Sounds like fun!" Izuku smiled before pushing his way through the crowd, totally ignorant of the purple haired young man who was threatening his class.
Izuku smirked as he walked into one of UA's gyms, waiving a hand in hello at Itsuka, who was stretching on a mat. Itsuka smiled and waved back, though Izuku could tell she was upset about something. Izuku entered the locker room, swearing softly as he realized he forgot a shirt. Shrugging, Izuku slid on a pair of athletic shorts and wrapped some tape around his hands up to his wrists.
Itsuka turned to look at the approaching boy and stopped when she saw him shirtless. Izuku and her had been sparring for about a week now, yet this was the first time she saw him shirtless. Fighting the urge to blush, Itsuka silently adopted a combat pose. Izuku cocked an eyebrow, noticing that Itsuka didn't say anything - no taunts, jabs, nothing. Again, this wasn't like her.
The two began sparring, blows being blocked and kicks flying. After three minutes of fighting, Izuku noticed that Itsuka was getting sloppy, her punches loose and out of control, her kicks reckless and throwing her off balance. Frowning, Izuku ducked towards Itsuka while dodging a punch, quickly grabbing her outstretched wrist and sweeping her legs out from under her. Itsuka tumbled to the ground, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs.
Itsuka took a deep breath and lay on the mat, closing her eyes and counting to ten, trying to reign in her temper. It wouldn't be fair or right to Izuku if she went off on him for the stupidity of her classmates - or classmates in this case.
Sighing, Izuku sat cross legged in front of her, offering a hand and helping her up into a seated position. "Itsuka, what's wrong?" Izuku pressed. "It's not like you to be this...stressed. Is it the Sports Festival?"
"Kinda." Itsuka admitted. "So, you remember Monoma right?" Izuku nodded, remembering the belligerent blonde from his sister class. "Well he's really pushing the whole 'class competition' thing too far. We have this student who can't speak Japanese very well, and he's been teaching her these phrases to say to you and your classmates. The problem is that they're all insults! And no matter how many times I hit him he just keeps doing it."
Izuku winced, seeing his new friend get more and more worked up, her arms swinging around. This unfortunately brought attention to her bountiful breasts, which Izuku briefly looked at before focusing back on Itsuka.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?" Itsuka sighed, cooling down a bit, and shook her head.
"Sorry. Unless you've got something that'll let me release a whole lot of stress, then I'll just have to deal with it."
"Momma Nemuri would probably make some innuendo about 'relieving stress'." Izuku snickered, to which Itsuka laughed. By now, the whole school knew about Izuku's relation to Midnight, which brought on quite a few comments about him being a 'lucky bastard'. Oddly enough, those students ended up in Recovery Girl's office with broken noises.
'Don't think I haven't considered it.' Itsuka thought, her eyes roaming over Izuku's shirtless form and thinking back to their short match. She would never admit it, but feeling Izuku dominate her in combat really got her engines going. She liked men who could fight, sue her.
Itsuka's mental monologue was interrupted by a cough. Glancing up, Itsuka saw Izuku's blush and began to put two and two together. "I said all that outloud didn't I?" Izuku nodded. "Well fuck me." Itsuka groaned.
"If you insist."
Itsuka's head shot back up just in time to catch Izuku's lips as they came crashing down on hers. Izuku's body then forced her back onto the mat, his hands pinning her wrists, his body pressing down on hers.
Itsuka's mind was swimming at the feeling of Izuku's body on hers, his tongue roaming around the inside of her mouth. Groaning, and giving in to the imminent pleasure, Itsuka began to thrust her crotch upwards, grinding against Izuku's, and gasping into his mouth when she felt the outline of his cock.
'Shit, he's big!' She thought as Izuku pulled back, a trail of saliva connecting their lips. Izuku smirked - a look that held a type of cockiness that she would never have associated with him before now - as he brought one of her wrists to connect to her other, before he removed one of his hands and brought that down to trace the curves on her body.
"Let me know if I go to far Itsuka." He said before he traced her breasts through her tight shirt and sports bra. Moaning, Itsuka thrusted her hips up again and nodded, biting her lip, trying to communicate her lust to Izuku.
"Oh~" Izuku whispered, bringing his mouth to her ear, his hot breath tickling her. "Is there something you want to tell me Itsuka? Something about...me fucking you?"
Itsuka gasped and moaned, her body on fire due to Izuku's ministrations - he had moved on towards her thighs, squeezing and feeling the muscles. "Fuck me Izuku~" She cried out, her voice breaking with pleasure. "Fuck me hard stud! Show me how the No.1 Hero's successor fucks a woman~"
"Gladly." Izuku growled out, releasing her wrists and pulling her shirt up before removing her sports bra, freeing her breasts which he attacked, licking and nipping at the right nipple while he played with her left. Itsuka groaned louder, begging and urging Izuku to continue.
Reluctantly, Izuku pulled back and traced his hands up and down her thighs - groping and squeezing them - before seizing the girl's tight shorts and yanking them down, taking her panties with them. Admiring Itsuka's core and how wet he had made her, Izuku leant his head down and began licking at her core, paying special attention to her clit and occasionally dipping his tongue deep into her.
Itsuka cried out in pleasure as she clutched Izuku's head, her hands gripping his green curls. After a few more minutes of play, Itsuka's body seized up and began spasming, her core exploding with girl cum. Izuku happily licked up Itsuka's fluids before standing up. Remembering Itsuka's words from earlier, Izuku grabbed her by the ponytail and dragged her up to face his clothed cock.
Itsuka, getting the message, grasped his waistband and nearly ripped his shorts and underwear off, only to be surprised as his massive schlong slapped her across her face. The musky scent invaded Itsuka's senses, her tongue darting out to taste the massive phallus, the taste of which caused her to damn near cum all over again.
Izuku, knowing that Itsuka was ok with being manhandled, grasped her ponytail forced his cock into her open mouth. Gagging, Itsuka despretly tried to work over Izuku's cock, washing it with her tongue and taking pride in Izuku's moans.
After a few minutes of Itsuka wetting his cock, Izuku reluctantly removed it from the girl's mouth, before pushing her back onto the mat. Following her down, Izuku grabbed her legs and forced them up, pressing her knees against the sides of her head. Itsuka's pussy got wetter as she recognized the position - mating press - and wimpered as Izuku teased her hole.
With each teasing kiss from his cock's head, Itsuka lost herself more and more in the pleasure. Eventually, she hit her limit, opening her mouth to yell at Izuku to put it in her, only to be silenced when he slowly but forcefully inserted his cock into her.
Itsuka let out a long moan as Izuku's cock plowed its way into her pussy, battering its way to her womb, knocking at the door to her cave. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she came, pleasure arching through her body.
Grinning, and knowning that Itsuka was now his, Izuku pulled back until only the tip of his cock was in her. "Welcome to the harem Itsuka." He said before sheathing himself in her in one quick hip thrust.
Itsuka's neck arched as her head bent back, her mouth opening in a silent scream. Izuku began to relentlessly pound into her, hammering away at her pussy with his rod, his balls clapping against her toned ass. Dipping his head down, Izuku began to suckle on her breast, adding more pleasure and causing Itsuka's mind to break even further.
Smirking, Izuku gathered the girl in his arms, standing up while continuing to thrust into her. Itsuka, gaining some semblance of sanity back, wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging onto him like a lifeline. The two meet for a steamy kiss, tongues flying into each other's mouths, wrestling with each other as Izuku continued to thrust into Itsuka's pussy. Crying out, Itsuka came again, her body convulsing and her pussy tightening around Izuku's cock. The green haired man groaned in response and roared as he came, his first load blasting into Itsuka's womb. Izuku kept himself sheathed in Itsuka's pussy as he continued to cum, finally finishing after five loads of spunk being deposited into the girl's womb, the excess amount flooding out and dripping down onto the mat.
Panting, Izuku looked at Itsuka and gave a nervous chuckle when he noticed that she was unconscious. Carefully extracting himself, Izuku sat her down before putting her cloths back on her. Quickly pulling his shorts back up, Izuku pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of the fucked stupid girl - while also pulling his shorts out to take one of his still hard cock - and sent both to Momo.
Got something I need a little help with. Get moving slut.
Smirking as he imagined Momo's response - probobly dropping everything she was doing - Izuku sat down and waited for his cumslut to come join.
"Man, its a good thing nobody needed to use the gym."
Done! Right, so as I said, this is the only chapter and I apologize. Aside from that, thank you all for your support.
Next Time: Sports Festival Part 1.
TheSaintsFollower, sighning out.