Disclaimer: This is an open door smut chapter, including euphemisms and some crude language. Read at your own discretion.
Kamiko's first thought when she opened her eyes was: Where am I?
Blinking away the last vestiges of sleep, her vision adjusted to the dim lighting of the room.
With no windows, it was hard to tell what time of day it was.
Yet the clock on the wall read it was just past nine a.m.
She looked around, reacquainting herself with the red, black, and cream aesthetic. Then it occurred to her that this was the hotel suite she and Izuku booked the previous night. That reminder delivered another thought: We actually slept together.
As if on cue, a throbbing pulsed between her legs. Dull enough to not make her cry, but strong enough that it caused some discomfort. Kamiko rubbed her thighs back and forth in an attempt to ease the pain. The movement caused Izuku to groan in his sleep. She paused, suddenly remembering his hands were all over her bare body. And then a smile crept on her lips.
Kamiko moved again, slower this time. His cock was pressed right against her ass. She savored the texture as she slid down his length. Another groan left his throat. Louder than the first. Izuku shifted a bit, bringing their bodies closer together. Kamiko choked down a gasp of her own before continuing. Silently masturbating against him.
All of a sudden, Izuku squeezed her breast. "You're naughtier than you appear, you vixen," he muttered against her back. "Using my body to satisfy your desire without giving me the opportunity to do it for you properly.
"You promised me morning sex," Kamiko whispered back, before rubbing his dick once more. He bit into her shoulder. "And I'm one very impatient fox."
He kissed the wound. "That you are. One bold, decisive vixen. I love that about you." His other hand slipped down her back, rounding her ass, before coming to her thighs. He nudged one of them up toward her stomach before sliding his hand to her inner thigh and sex. Izuku drew circles against her clitoris. Counter-clockwise. Just like she had requested after the high had worn down the night before. Kamiko tampered down a moan, but when his fingers began flicking her nipple, a stifled squeak escaped her mouth.
Then she resumed her one-sided thrusting. Kamiko felt the blood course down his penis, swelling the arteries and veins. She could pinpoint the exact moment when his erection was complete. At which point, Izuku's own motions on her body increased in speed. Arousal seeped from her vagina, coating her thighs and his fingers. He brought them up to her mouth and said, "Taste yourself." She did. The salty and bitter flavor of her desire. "Do you like it? Do you want more?"
"Y-yes!" she breathed. All her pain was forgotten in the anticipation of a brilliant orgasm.
Izuku's hand, still sticky with her saliva and her fluids, trailed slowly down her chin, her neck, and her sternum. He played with both her breasts, fondling them, pinching them. His mouth left a line of kisses from her shoulder to behind her ear before going down again. Kamiko lost track of time, but after a long while, he moved his hand down her abdomen back to the part of her body that was desperate to be fucked.
He slipped one digit inside her entrance. Like second nature, Kamiko arched forward, feeling his finger enter her further. She released a long moan just as he pressed against her inner walls, finding a sweet spot that sparked her nerves with excitement. "Add more," she breathed. "I can take more." And so Izuku inserted another finger and thrust her with both of them. Kamiko also pushed back, making his erection tease her anus. When he added the third finger, she was all too ready to have him fill every hole of her body.
Izuku watched Kamiko's orgasm build up.
She was so close to coming all over his hand. And while he would have enjoyed that very much, Izuku was determined to torture her. Just like the way she had done when he woke up. If his girlfriend thought she could get away with making him hunger for her and seek her own release, then she was sorely mistaken. He was going to satiate her lust, no doubt about that. But only after he had a little portion for himself.
Without warning, he withdrew his fingers from her vagina. Kamiko cried. Literally cried. "Why did you stop?" she protested. "I was almost there."
She had turned her head around, and Izuku planted a long kiss to her mouth before getting off the bed. "And you will get there. But not so soon," he murmured against her lips. When he pulled back, confusion marred her beautiful face. But he went over to the nightstand to pull out a third condom. Her whimpering stopped as he unrolled the rubber across his dick. "Get on your stomach," he commanded.
Slowly, she did. That tempting ass that had teased him for so long was up in the air. Her back completely exposed for his hands and mouth to explore. That tail, swishing back and forth in excitement. That was exactly what he proceeded to do. Straddling her hips from behind, Izuku let his lips roam the expanse of her back. He felt her muscles contract and ease beneath his touch. She pressed her chest into the mattress and curled her hair to one side. Looking over one shoulder, Kamiko tried to watch Izuku lave her back. And he intended to give her quite the show.
Running his tongue over her spine, Izuku let Kamiko overwhelm his senses. Soon enough, he could see nothing but her body, smell nothing but her arousal, taste nothing but the beads of sweat condensing on her skin, and hear nothing but the ecstatic moans coming out of the depths of her soul. He bit her shoulder blade, tugging the flesh into his mouth before freeing it. Kamiko bunched a pillow in her grip, her knuckles white from the pressure. Moving over to the other shoulder blade, both hands landed on the cheeks of her ass, massaging them back and forth.
"Oh my gods, yes," she groaned. "Fuck me hard, Izuku. Make me see supernovas." Her praises encouraged him. The depraved beast inside him demanded to be released. To give everything Kamiko wanted and more. Izuku granted it permission to overcome him. Sliding his length across her folds, he tormented her with anticipation and carnal desire. Up and down. Again and again. Spreading Kamiko's legs apart into a V, her sex was begging to be filled with every fiber of his being. "Take me. Izuku, take me now! Fuck me like there's no tomorrow!"
How could he resist temptation any longer when she sounded so damn exquisite cursing?
With a single thrust, he entered her.
An audible sigh left her body, followed by all the tension that had been pent-up inside her. Moving in and out with so much force, Kamiko practically shook from the impact. Gasping, more praises and curses escaped her dirty mouth. "Just like that! So good! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Drive me insane with lust!" One glance at her lips, and Izuku wanted to fuck that, too. Keeping one hand on her hip to retain balance, he cupped the other one around her neck, pulling her head back.
Then their lips crashed. Stroking the petal-soft flesh one second before drawing it in between his teeth and bruising it. Their tongues met, and Izuku wished they would never part. Hints of red wine from last night lingered on her tongue. If he was already not so drunk on lust, the wine would have intoxicated him immediately. Nudging her legs apart further, he sunk into her deeper. Kamiko moaned into his mouth. Her hands reached behind her, digging into his back thighs. She dragged him forward until he was buried to the hilt inside her vagina. Izuku thought he would go mad before Kamiko did. Sin was in the air, and it would be a blessing to indulge in it every day, every night.
Although Izuku enjoyed the physical manifestation of Kamiko's desire, if she kept clawing at his legs, some deep scratches would inadvertently form. Hickeys were acceptable to her, but if she saw what she had done to him in her present state of libido, there would be no end to Kamiko's profuse apologies. For her own sake, he pried her hands off him and raised them over her head, pinning them to either side. Lacing his fingers with hers, he increased the pace.
Izuku was going so fast that the bed was shaking. If he kept this up, they would end up breaking the supports.
Fortunately for both of them, their orgasm arrived soon.
Kamiko had hers first, and a few seconds later, so did he. Improvement from last night, when both of them were coming at the same time. Breaking away from the kiss, Izuku and Kamiko relearned how to breathe again. They slumped, all energy having left their bodies. He huffed against her neck, and she wheezed against the pillow. Exhaustion oozed from his voice as he asked, "How was that for morning sex? Did I do a good job?" He knew the answer. But Izuku had just discovered another sexual preference: praise kink. He would never get enough of Kamiko applauding his skills in the bedroom.
"You were excellent," she rasped, also very drained from the ordeal. "Next time, I'll let you wake me up with your face buried in my legs. As a reward."
Izuku smiled into her neck. He looked forward to that very much.
The hotel room was bathed in soft light, the white glow of the LED lights casting gentle shadows across the walls. Outside, the world seemed far away - calm, peaceful, untouched by anything. Inside, there was only the warmth of the blankets, the quiet rustle of sheets, and the slow, steady rhythm of two hearts beating in unison.
Izuku laid across Kamiko's stomach, his head resting against the smooth curve of her body, his face up toward the ceiling mirror. He could feel her heartbeat in a soothing beat, like a lullaby that eased him into this moment of serenity. Up in the mirror, he saw her chest rise and fall consistently with each breath. His fingers traced faint lines across her abdomen, the skin hot under his touch. It had been like that since the morning, where after their first round, Izuku and Kamiko had sex a few more times. They had ordered breakfast in between - where Izuku remembered to wear a robe this time - before jumping right back into sessions of glorious ecstasy. When morning had slipped into afternoon, neither noticed.
Even so, neither wanted to leave yet. He was not sure why, but the feeling of her skin against his fingers calmed in a way nothing else could. It also drove him randy, but currently, it grounded him.
He could not help but close his eyes, his breath evening out as he basked in the simple pleasure of her touch. It had become one of his favorite things - those little moments when they did not need words, when they could just exist together in silence.
After a long moment, Izuku opened his eyes and twisted his head, glancing up at her. Kamiko was lying back against the pillow, her eyes closed, a faint smile on her lips. His eyes caught the glint of light in her hair, which had fallen in gentle waves around her face. Kamiko was playing with his hair, fingers moving gently through the strands, tugging slightly at the ends. He let out a long sigh, feeling the tension of weeks melt away with each caress. Her presence was everything he had ever wanted.
"You're so good at this," he susurrated, voice thick with affection. "You make everything feel so … easy." His hand moved to her free one, linking their fingers together, pressing them between them as if to anchor them both to the moment. Steal a few more seconds in this secluded world of their own.
Kamiko lips curved further upward at the edges, but she did not say anything right away. Instead, she let her thumb trace the back of his hand, the simple gesture carrying more meaning than words could convey. Then she released him. Shifting slightly, so her hand could gently cup his cheek, Kamiko tilted his face up to properly meet her gaze. Those amber depths were filled with a tenderness that almost made him believe everything in the universe was perfect.
Almost.
As Izuku rested against her, Kamiko felt a quiet comfort settle over her. She ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the soft, unruly strands tickle, wondering how something so simple could feel so right. The way he looked at her with those wide, earnest green eyes made her heart flutter. He had always been a little uncertain of himself. Even during sex, when he seemingly appeared to know exactly how to debase her. But especially now. There was a vulnerability there that transcended beyond performance in the bed or day-to-day anxiety.
When he murmured about her making things feel easy, Kamiko felt the urge to prove him right. That she could do anything to ease his stress. In whatever way she could. Kamiko had felt the weight of his worries even before he spoke them. Izuku had always been hard on himself, even though he was far more capable than he gave himself credit for. She was not surprised by his concerns - she had seen him question his worth more times than she could count. But it never stopped him from pushing forward, from giving everything he had for the people around him.
Hell would freeze over before Kamiko would let his self-doubt consume him.
Then, "I'll always make things easy for you." Her voice was quiet, tender. "That's what love is, right? Making the hard stuff a little lighter." The words hung in the air, a promise, a truth they both shared. "So tell me, what is it?"
"Kamiko," Izuku began, his voice low, almost hesitant. There was a tightness in his chest. Kamiko felt it in her own body, thanks to the mate bond. "I've been thinking about … well, about the future." His fingers traced random patterns on her sternum, unsure how to put his thoughts into words. "I'm starting college soon. I'm excited, but also a little nervous. Everyone says I'm good with kids, and I like working with them, too. But what if I'm not good enough to teach? What if I don't have what it takes to be like Aizawa-san or the other teachers at U.A.?"
Her heart ached with the desire to show him just how much she believed in him.
Kamiko leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his forehead, her lips lingering there for a while. When she pulled back, she gave him a smile so luminous it rivaled sunlight. The kind that brightened the room in a way that no LED light ever could. "You're going to be an amazing teacher, Izuku," she assured, mixing every drop of warmth into her words. "You already are. I've seen how you've helped people, how you've helped me so many times. You've made such a profound difference in Eri's life. You always put your everything in your endeavors, and that's what makes you a great teacher. And you don't have to be like Aizawa-san or anyone else. Just be your sweet, kind self. That's more than enough."
Her hand moved from his cheek to caress his jaw, her thumb sweeping along the line of his face as if memorizing every detail for the last time. "I believe in you. Don't doubt that."
The mate bond pulled at her. The knot of tension coiling in her heart loosened. Then it disappeared. Which meant Izuku's stress had disappeared. He closed his eyes, and she knew that the storm that raged inside him had calmed down. He let the love of her touch settle over him, and when he opened them again, he stared deep into her eyes.
Izuku felt a glow spread through him at her words, a comfort he could not quite explain. Kamiko had this way of making everything feel all right, of making the future seem less intimidating. How did she do it? When she spoke, there was always such certainty in her voice.
His hand found hers again, and this time, he brought her hand to his lips. Pressing a kiss to the back of her knuckles, he whispered in gratitude, "You always know just what to say. I don't deserve you."
Her eyes brimmed with affection. That was the last thing he saw before Kamiko completely leaned over and kissed him - gently at first, as if savoring the moment. Her lips hovered against his, and Izuku responded, hand moving to rest on the small of her back, pulling her closer. He tasted the sweetness of her kiss, the gentle pressure as they deepened, and the soft sigh that escaped her as she moved even closer. She was kissing him slowly, taking her time. When they parted, their faces were still close, their breaths mingling. "You don't have to deserve anything, Izuku. You're my Izuku. That's more than enough."
The glow burned. Practically searing his heart. He hoped his gaze relayed everything his words could not. Love, pure and unwavering. Gratitude, from his soul. Izuku leaned into her palm, pressing a kiss to her wist before pulling her hand to his lips. Gentle, reverent. Such was his kiss. "I'll do my best. For you." Such was his vow.
Kamiko's heart fluttered at his promise. Nudging him to roll onto his stomach, she pulled him back toward her. As he crawled up her body, Kamiko wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as if to reinforce her words, to make sure he felt the truth of them. Once his face was nuzzled against her breasts, her fingers trailed down his spine, lightly caressing his back. "So," she began, her breath lightly ruffling his messy locks, "what about you? You've got your plans all set with Hero Studies, but what about after that? I mean … once you've finished your degree? You carry the title as the Future Symbol of Peace." His body stilled a little at the thought, but she continued, her lips brushing against the side of his neck. By his ear, she said, "What do you want to do after?"
Her question made Izuku pause. Since his final year at U.A. had ended, he had been so focused on getting to college, on becoming a teacher, that he had not really thought much about what came after. The future seemed so uncertain sometimes, a never-ending sea of possibilities, but he had faith in Kamiko, trusted her vision for the future.
"Well … I don't really know yet," he admitted, sounding rather sheepish. "I just want to keep helping people, whatever way I can. Part of me wants to hold dual jobs, like Aizawa-san used to. But I've also seen my teachers lose all sense of work-life balance. Don't tell him I said this, but I don't love my career as much as I love having some semblance of a normal life. Especially with you." He finished the last sentence with a kiss to her breastbone. "But what about you?" he asked after a moment. "I know you're going to keep working hard at the music academy. You're going to be amazing, Kamiko. But what's your plan for your second year?"
Kamiko shifted her legs in a way so they were bracketing Izuku's hips. Combing back his hair once more, she waited a long time before answering. "I don't intend on dropping out, that's for sure. I want to master the piano, write my own pieces … but I don't know exactly where that will lead yet." Despite the unsure statement, there was a hint of perseverance in her voice. "Maybe I'll perform, maybe I'll teach others how to play. Become a teacher just like you!" And she pressed her mouth to his collar again. "I just know I want to create. I love music. A lot. Not as much as I love you, though. Still, I want to make a career out of it."
Izuku grinned against her body, climbing a little higher to make love to the curve of her neck. "I'm so proud of you, Kamiko," he mumbled, the words coming out muffled.
"And I'm proud of you, too," she replied before bringing his face up to hers once more for a long kiss.
Against his mouth, Kamiko inquired, "Do you think we can have sex one more time before checking out?"
Without breaking the kiss or looking to the side, Izuku simply used his sense of proprioception and touch to grapple for the box of condoms.
"Sure, with a much-needed shower afterward."
"Mutual?"
"Definitely."