The distant rumble of an approaching train echoed through the station, mingling with the soft murmur of conversations and the occasional clatter of footsteps as the scent of burnt coffee wafted from a nearby kiosk.
Kinoko was almost thirty minutes early, her nerves not allowing her to sit still. She wore a short pink dress, her hair tied in two cute pigtails - capitalizing on her appearance that leaned towards adorable than traditional sexy. She fidgets, the balls of her feet rubbing the ground, and she glances back and forth between the entrance and the train, her stomach a ball of anxiety and butterflies.
An unmistakable shock of green hair caught her attention - belonging to a man whose physique would stand out even amongst the tallest heroes. Though his hair was styled differently, this time. His hair was slicked back, and as he adjusted his dark suit jacket, she felt her heart skip in a way that six years of friendship hadn't dulled. Their eyes met and she could already feel her knees go weak.
He walked towards her, each step closer a flutter to her stomach like missing a step on stairs. "Did I make you wait?"
"No, I was just early, is all, shroom," she smiled, her cheeks feeling hot.
His eyes traced her figure appreciatively. "You look cute."
'This is it!' she internally chanted before letting out the line she practiced. "I-I w-want you tosayI'mprettyatleast," she murmured.
It sounded better on her head than said aloud. It was a line Mina, who barged into her dorm room, told her to say today. She wanted to cover her body up with mushrooms to hide, but she was explicitly told to deliver it naturally.
"Oh, I'd say you're gorgeous," he complimented her with a dazzling smile, his tone was gentle yet confident. The sound faded away as his emerald eyes locked onto hers.
"Sh-sh-sh-shroom," she stuttered.
'Was that a compliment?' she asked herself, warmth bloomed across her cheeks.
She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, and her mind going blank. All she could do was stare at him, unable to say a single thing.
She looked down, breaking eye contact, twiddling with the hem of her skirt.
He grabbed her hand in his, letting her feel his warmth, "Let's go."
"Eh-ah!"
He tugged her forward, taking her onto the train. She followed along, her hand feeling safe in his. There weren't any available seats, so they stood in the aisle, him protectively behind her. He was so close she could feel the heat of his body against her back.
A jolt as the train began moving.
She was so focused on him that she almost lost balance, only for him to grab her waist with his other hand. She could hear her pulse hammering in her ears. "You alright?"
She could only nod.
"Good," he chuckled.
They stood there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of closeness.
"I thought you'd be more used to this by now," he teased, his hand brushing lightly against her shoulder. "It's not that rare for us to go out."
She let out a nervous laugh, "T-this is different from the other times," her voice trailed off. "This is an actual date, shroom."
"That it is," he agreed.
The train slowed as the high-pitch sound of it decelerating filled the carriage, approaching a stop. He gently guided her to the side, letting the passengers pass.
His hands guided her through the streets, reminding her of the first day they met.
"Where are we going, shroom?" she asked him.
He squeezed her hand, a reassuring gesture, "We'll be there soon."
She trusted him, and allowed herself to enjoy the stroll, his hand on hers.
He led her to a building, and after climbing several stories, they entered an establishment, all glass windows with a stunning view of the city. The sunset painted everything in a warm golden light, making the polished tables and crystal glasses gleam. Their table was tucked away in a perfect spot - private, but with a stunning view of the city below.
He held her seat, his fingers briefly touching her back, before sitting down himself. Kinoko's eyes were wide as she looked around. "Wow. This place looks super expensive," her mouth was open, taking in the sights. She noticed the other women wearing extravagant dresses. "I feel underdressed."
"You look perfect, Kinoko," he assured her. "We'll have whatever you like. It's my treat."
Her face brightened up. "Really, shroom? Thank you so much."
The waiter approached them, offering menus and water. Kinoko looked through the food menu. There was a long list of dishes, a mix of both Western and Eastern cuisines. Her mouth was already watering as she imagined the flavors but was slightly deflated when she saw the price. Even if it was a date and he offered to pay, she would feel guilty taking advantage of him like this.
"I'll have the beef tenderloin, please. And the lady...?"
"The shrimp salad, shroom."
"We'll also have a bottle of red wine," he added, taking the menus from them.
Kinoko's eyes widened slightly - she'd never had wine at a restaurant before.
"Thank you, sir."
Kinoko fidgeted with her hands as they waited for their food. She wasn't sure what to say or do, her experience of romantic dates limited to things she heard from others.
"Have you ever been here before, shroom?" she asked, nervously playing with her fork.
"Nope, but it seemed like a nice place to try," he smiled. "How have you been doing? We haven't really seen each other since the training camp."
"I'm doing good, shroom. I've been practicing on the equipment you had someone made for me," her voice picked up, smiling brightly. "And the mushroom colony's been growing, too. It's been fun watching it grow and get bigger."
"That's good to hear."
The waiter came with the food, setting down their plates, pouring wine into their glasses, and leaving again.
Their conversation flowed seamlessly from one subject to another, with Izuku primarily steering the dialogue while Kinoko gradually became relaxed and animated as she settled in. They discussed how Kinoko's life in the dorms was unfolding, his work with Midnight, and exchanged personal experiences.
He observed her closely, appreciating her presence and the sound of her voice. His gaze lingered on the smooth skin of her neck and the small ears peeking through her hair.
"How is the food, shroom?"
"Tasty. You sure you don't want to order something else? I'm not swimming in cash, but I can afford the food here, so don't worry."
"I'm fine, shroom. It's delicious. And seeing you eat makes me feel stuffed, too."
After they finished, the waiter brought them the dessert menu. Kinoko was hesitant, not wanting to make a choice, so he ended up ordering for both of them.
They enjoyed the sweet treats, the atmosphere comfortable and pleasant.
When the check came, she looked at the total, then over to him. He just gave her a smile and slid the check over, not saying a word.
They walked out, hand-in-hand.
She couldn't help but look at him. "What now, shroom?"
"I'm thinking we could see a movie," he suggested, pulling out the tickets for an idol-hero movie she wanted to see.
"How did you get these? They sold out right away, shroom," her eyes lit up, grabbing the tickets and holding them to her chest.
"I pulled some strings. What do you say, wanna see the movie?"
"Yes! Yes, please," she beamed.
They walked to the theater hand-in-hand, her steps bouncy with excitement. Izuku smiled. She was always adorable, even nervous, but seeing her finally relax made his heart warm.
Popcorn scent filled the air from the concession stand as they approached. A child's wail pierced the air - apparently fresh from a horror screening. 'What kind of parents...?' Izuku thought.
Already stuffed, the pair entered the theater without getting snacks and sat down in the middle.
As the lights dimmed, Kinoko grabbed his arm, her fingers interlocking with his.
On the screen, the villains surrounded the heroine. Her eyes narrowed and a determined expression formed on her face.
She stood strong, her determined eyes piercing through the darkness. "I won't let you harm anyone else, villains."
"Foolish little girl," the main villain smirked.
He rushed towards her, his hammer raised above his head. She blocked it with her Quirk, but her arms trembled under the weight of his blow.
The other villains closed in on her, ready to attack before they started singing.
Kinoko was so caught up with the performance that she didn't realize she was still holding on to him, her face pressed against his shoulder.
A few minutes into the movie, his arm snaked around her, holding her close. She jolted in surprise at first, before letting out a breath and leaning her body into him.
The performance progressed, with each attack and defense meticulously choreographed to match the rhythm of the music. It was an intense and dramatic fight scene, the villain's song gradually fading as he lost his power.
When the last note was sung, the heroine landed the final strike. "I win," the heroine declared.
"Noooooooo!" the villain screamed.
"That was awesome," Kinoko squealed. "I can't believe they included all the new moves from the last concert."
"Glad you enjoyed it," he chuckled.
The rest of the movie was typical of the genre, focusing on romance and comedy. The relationship between the idol-hero and the strong fighter hero caught her attention. She imagined herself and Izuku in those roles, a wide smile spreading across her face.
The movie ended as the bright lights turned on, illuminating the theater. They stretched their limbs before standing up and exiting the theater.
"That was better than I expected," Izuku said, glancing at her. "What did you think?"
"It was amazing, shroom," she said, her hands clasped together.
"You were pretty into the performance."
"They're one of my favorite idols, and their new dance moves are really cool. I've been trying to learn them myself," she explained, her eyes sparkling.
Both continued their discussion as they walked out of the theater, his hand holding hers. She leaned her head against his arm, content.
Their last destination was a karaoke place, a couple of blocks from the theater. The interior was brightly lit, with soft music playing in the background.
"We can get a room if you like, or we could just sit at the bar and listen," he offered, pointing at the empty seats.
"I want to sing, shroom," she replied eagerly. "It'll be fun."
"All right. Let's find a room, then."
He booked a private room, and they went inside. The walls were decorated with posters of idols, and the couches were large and comfortable. The place particularly smelled of fresh linen and fabric conditioner.
They sat down, her body facing his.
"What song do you want to sing?" he asked, picking up the tablet.
She chose a pop song on the screen. "I'll go with this one, shroom."
Her eyes closed, and she began singing along to the music, her voice was light and gentle.
He watched her, captivated by the sight and sound. She looked beautiful, her every movement brimming with passion. Her dance moves were incredibly fascinating; her energetic kick to the ground, the spin around, and the cute pose were almost too adorable to handle. It reminded him of the first time they hung out together.
Song-after-song, she sang her heart out, her voice ringing throughout the room. She mostly sang solo, though there were songs they sang in a duet.
Finally, the last song was a love song, eyes locked to his as she began to sing the first line.
As the opening notes of the love song filled the room, Kinoko's heart raced. 'This is it. Don't chicken out now.' She tightened her grip on the microphone, her palms damp. With a deep breath, she started singing, her voice trembling at first but growing steadier with every note.
Her eyes flicked to Izuku, who was watching her intently. 'He's really listening,' she thought, heat rising to her cheeks. The lyrics suddenly felt heavier, their meaning sharper as she sang them directly to him.
Izuku leaned back slightly, his expression softening into something unreadable but warm. When she hit the high note, her nerves melted away, replaced by an almost electric sense of freedom. He listened, entranced by her performance. Surprised, she approached and sat on his lap. Her hand caressed his cheeks as her eyes were transfixed on his.
As the song came to a close, her voice trailed off, lowering the microphone. They stared at each other, tension building, as his lips met her.
It wasn't their first kiss with each other, but her heart grew with how special this one was.
Eventually, their lips separated, their eyes meeting each other. "Again, shroom," she whispered.
They shared another kiss, the feeling sending tingles down her spine. Her hands gripped his shirt as she leaned closer, the taste of his lips making her head feel fuzzy.
His hands trailed along her back, holding her against him.
They broke the kiss, looking into each other's eyes before starting again, each time increasing in passion.
Kinoko wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply, her tongue sliding across his. Their tongues danced as they tasted each other.
After a moment, she pulled away, panting heavily. "Thank you, for the wonderful date, shroom."
"Anytime, Kinoko."
"I wish this moment could last forever, shroom."
He looked at her, "Why don't we extend it a little longer?"
"Yes, please, shroom."
"Good."
He pulled her into another deep kiss, his hands gripping her hips. She moaned softly, her arms wrapped around his neck. His kisses were intense, sending tingles down her spine, leaving her mind hazy and her body warm.
The kisses grew longer and increasingly intense. She felt him pushing further into her. She didn't mind. In fact, she loved it. She couldn't believe how natural it felt to surrender to him, every touch stoking a fire she didn't know she had.
His hands traveled along her body, feeling her curves. His fingers brushed her sides, each touch left trails of warmth that seemed to sink beneath her skin.
Her breath hitched, and Izuku noticed the subtle tremor in her legs, her body revealing her increasing desire. He allowed the moment to linger, savoring the sight of her anticipation mounting.
"Izuku," she whispered, her voice low and husky.
His hand lingered just at the hem of her dress, fingers brushing against her bare skin with deliberate slowness. Each movement was calculated, teasing, drawing a soft gasp from her lips before he finally cupped her ass, the firm squeeze leaving no doubt what his intentions were.
His eyes held hers with quiet intensity as his fingers traced her jaw. "Tell me what you want," he commanded softly, his tone confirming he already knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it.
Heat rose to her cheeks as she felt the weight of his question. She hesitated, her mind bouncing between the thrill of the moment and the nervous flutter in her chest. Six years of unspoken feelings churned inside her, pushing her forward despite the tremble in her knees. "I-I want you to make me yours," she breathed, her heart pounding. "I've wanted to do this for a while, shroom."
"Good, because I want to take my time with you," he murmured against her ear. "Let's go somewhere private," he murmured against her ear, his warm breath making her shiver.
She nodded, already missing his warmth as they separated. Her legs felt slightly unsteady as she stood. "Okay."
They stood up and headed out of the karaoke room. The lights were dim, casting long shadows in the quiet hallway. The bass from distant music vibrated faintly through the walls, a rhythm that seemed to match her racing pulse.
The night was quiet, and the streets were mostly empty. Kinoko occasionally bumping his arm. The cold winter air made her shiver, her dress doing little to protect her from the chill.
"You're cold," he noted, pulling her closer. "You want my jacket?"
Whether it was because of the gesture, or the cold wind, she felt her face warm up. "No, shroom. You don't have to."
"It's not a problem," he assured her, taking off his jacket and draping it over her shoulders.
She clutched the jacket closer, smiling softly. "Thank you."
His hand rested on her lower back, leading her through the streets. "You're welcome."
They continued their walk, enjoying the silence until they arrived at a hotel. It wasn't fancy, but it was clean and modern, with a view of the city.
They booked a room and made their way there. Her heart raced as the numbers ticked by inside the elevator. When the door opened to their room, she was struck by the size of it, her eyes widening.
The bed was massive, and the carpet was plush. Everything was clean and new, the smell of roses filling the air. The room itself was decorated in a western style, with an antique armoire and a king-size bed covered in luxurious white linens. The thick walls promised privacy from the neighboring rooms.
Kinoko gasped, taking everything in.
LEMON WARNING
He led her inside, closing the door behind them. "So, 'cosplay'?" he asked with a grin, remembering her unexpected boldness at reception.
"The date has been amazing so far, shroom. I want some way to pay you back," she told him, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her dress.
Her hand sank on the bed, the covers were soft and plush. She gulped, remembering what they were about to do, and how much she wanted it. She turned to Izuku, and seeing the desire in his eyes sent shivers down her spine.
He walked towards her, both his hands on the bed by her side. He loomed over her, and she fell on her back, staring up at him.
His body was so close, she could feel his warmth. His lips pressed against her ears; she could feel the warm breath on her neck.
"W-We should probably wait for the costume, shroom," she whispered, only to be met with a wet sensation behind her ear. She squealed, squirming under him.
"Right, but I wanna see your expression now," he teased, his voice low. His hands exploring her smooth soft body, sending jolts of pleasure through her.
"I-Izuku," she whispered, her voice quivering slightly.
He chuckled softly, kissing her neck. Her skin was soft, and his lips left tingling trails of warmth everywhere they touched.
"You're adorable," he murmured against her skin.
He kissed her neck going down, leaving a trail of goosebumps. But it was interrupted by the doorbell.
He pulled back with a teasing grin on his face, "Must be the costumes."
"R-Right."
He got off the bed and went to open the door, greeting the hotel worker who was bringing in a few boxes.
"Thank you," Izuku said, taking the packages.
"Have a good night," the employee replied, and then left.
Locking the door again, he brought the boxes in and asked Kinoko where she wanted him to take them.
Still slightly dazed, she told him to put them on in the bathroom. She sat back up, trying to catch her breath before going inside.
He could hear the sound of a package being opened, and rustling clothes. After a few moments, the door creaked open.
"S-Shroom," a soft voice called out.
She wore a sailor uniform, complete with a red bow, fitting snugly in a way that hinted at its purpose. The fabric clung to her upper body, highlighting her figure just below her chest and revealing her navel. The skirt was quite short, barely covering her backside and offering a clear view of her smooth thighs.
His were eyes drawn to her exposed legs. 'She looks sexy.'
"H-How do I look?" she asked, fidgeting nervously.
"Perfect," he smiled, walking towards her.
"T-Thank you, shroom," she stuttered, her cheeks flushed.
"How about you turn around for me?" he asked, his tone suggestive.
She nodded, slowly spinning around.
He reached out, touching her butt, giving it a squeeze.
She startled at his touch, warmth creeping up her neck.
"Sorry, couldn't resist," he grinned, patting her on the shoulder.
"It's okay, shroom. I-I liked it," she mumbled. "B-But not yet. There are still a few things I wanna show you."
He backed off. "All right."
"B-But um..." she stuttered, before pulling up her top, letting Izuku see her large breasts.
His eyes widened in surprise, drinking in the sight. They were large and soft, her nipples hardening under his gaze.
"Th-That's it for now, shroom." Each word wavering as she pulled it back down. Seeing the immediate disappointment in Izuku's face, she continued. "D-Don't worry, I have something better to show you, shroom," she promised, walking back into the bathroom.
As soon as she disappeared, the sounds of rustling clothing could be heard. After a few moments, she walked out wearing a Victorian maid outfit. The sleeves were puffy, the cuffs white, and the hem of her skirt was trimmed with lace. Like before, the skirt was plenty short, and her navel was in full display.
Slipping into a role, she smiled, her shoulder rolled back with her arms behind her as she presented herself. "How do I look, Master?"
"Like an ideal maid," he responded.
She gave him a sweet smile, her ears tinged pink. "I-I'm glad you think so. But I seem to have broken a vase, Master. What will you do to this clumsy maid, shroom?"
He smiled, walking closer. His hand trailed along her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Hmm...how about I give her a spanking?"
"O-Of course, Master," she nodded, her cheeks growing redder.
"Bend over my lap and lift your skirt," he ordered.
She nodded, moving into position, her hands lifting the frilly material.
He traced his fingers along her skin, admiring their softness.
He squeezed her behind, not feeling any fabric. "You didn't wear underwear. What a naughty maid."
"I-I'm sorry, Master. I thought this would be a good idea, shroom," she explained. Her limbs quaked as she anticipated his next move.
"Oh? And what would that be?"
"W-Well, I-I thought that you would like it. So you could just lift my skirt up whenever you want to be with me."
"Presumptuous maid we have here," he smiled. "Let's get to that punishment, then. I'm giving you five. You will count every time or I'm not stopping."
"Y-Yes, Master."
He lifted his hand, and brought it down with a loud slap, her ass jiggling slightly.
A shudder ran through her body. "O-One."
His hand came down again, harder.
The sharp sting drew out a cry: "Ahh, two!"
A third.
"T-Three," she panted.
His hands trailed along her leg, before another strike came.
"Four!" she cried out.
He lifted his hand and brought it down, a final time. She moaned, her hips grinding against his lap.
A breathless "Five" escaped her lips.
He pulled her into his arms, and her head fell onto his shoulder, panting.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked, kissing her neck as his finger rubbed her clit.
Her eyes fluttered in pleasure. "Y-Yes, Master."
"And what do you say?" he asked, his voice husky.
"T-Thank you, Master," she breathed, her words dissolving in pleasure
"Good girl," he murmured, his fingers sliding into her slick pussy.
She gasped, her body trembling. "I-Izuku," she whimpered, her hands gripping his shirt.
"That's it. You're doing so well," he whispered, his thumb circling her clit.
Her body twitched, her hips bucking. "I-I'm close," she announced.
"Not yet," he said, his fingers slowing. "Not until I'm done playing with you."
She whimpered, his other hand sliding under her uniform. He squeezed her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple.
Her hips unconsciously jerked against him. "B-But there are more cos-hmph!"
He pressed his lips against hers, cutting off her words. She moaned, her arms wrapping around his neck, deepening the kiss.
He kissed her hungrily, his tongue exploring her mouth. Her hands gripped his hair, pulling him closer.
Eventually, they broke the kiss, Kinoko gasping for breath.
"Change into the next one," he directed, his tone brooking no argument.
Her gaze locked onto his, the intensity in his eyes grounding her in the moment. Her nerves melted into something warmer, something thrilling.
He watched her hesitate for just a moment before she nodded, her body trembling as she obeyed.
"Y-Yes, Master." she nodded. Her shoulder quivering in excitement. She stood up on shaky feet and wobbled over to the box. Her mind was fuzzy from pleasure, and her body felt warm and tingly.
He slid his hand to her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice laced with warmth and control. The simple act sent shivers down her spine, a mix of pride and anticipation swirling within her. He then gave her a final smack to her behind, "Give me something sexier."
She looked at him, his smile both ferocious and tender. She nodded and then went back into the bathroom.
The door clicked shut, and he could hear the sound of clothes rustling. After a few minutes, the door opened and Kinoko stepped out, her misty breath fogging the air.
She was wearing an open-bust corset. It was black and made of leather, with laces running down the front. She was also wearing a pair of open-crotch panties and garters that hooked up to her black stockings. Her bare breasts were exposed, her nipples hardening from the cold air.
Her cheeks flushed, and she averted her gaze. She fought herself from instinctively covering up, not wanting to spoil the moment.
"Beautiful," he whispered, his eyes traveling across her body. "I want to ravage you right now."
Izuku's gaze traced the evidence of her desire. "You're getting wet just by me looking at you."
She blushed, her inner thighs brushing against each other. "I-Izuku..." she panted.
He walked over to her, his hands trailing along her waist.
Her breath caught in her throat as she shivered.
"What do you want, Kinoko?"
"Y-You," she answered, her eyes filled with lust. "Always y-you."
He smirked, kissing her neck, causing her to grip his shoulders.
"Should I take you until you can barely stand? Until all you can do is cry out my name?"
Her whole body trembled with anticipation. "Y-Yes. Please, Izu-"
He silenced her with a kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. She cried out, her fingers wove through his hair.
He explored her body with gentle hands, cupping her breasts and squeezing her ass. She whimpered and opened herself to him as his fingers found her center.
Her hips bucked forward, a gasp escaping her lips. "I-Izuku." she called out as she felt a finger entering her pussy.
"That's it, moan for me," he whispered against her ear, his fingers pumping in and out of her.
She screamed, the wet sound filling the room. She arched her back, her hips thrusting. "Aaaahhhh! So goo-Mmmmm Ahhh!"
"That's it, good girl. I want to hear your voice," he encouraged, his fingers rubbing her clit.
Her hips quivered as she opened herself wider to him. Her thoughts scattered; all she could focus on was the pleasure he brought her.
"I'm- I'm gonna-"
He pulled his fingers out of her. She let out a whine, her body turned to mush.
"Wh-why did you stop?" she whimpered, her eyes glistening.
He unbuckled his belt, letting his shaft free. "Because I'm not finished with you yet."
She swallowed, her eyes locked on his member. She could see his precum leaking out, and her body grew warm.
"I'll let you start slow. Use your hands," he ordered, his hand reaching for her tits.
She nodded, her hand wrapping around his shaft. She began stroking him, her grip firm but gentle.
"That's it," he groaned.
The cool air from the AC raised goosebumps on her flushed skin.
His cock twitched in her hand; her fingers wrapped around his shaft.
"Keep going," he encouraged.
She began stroking him faster, her other hand gently massaging his balls.
"Such a good girl," he praised, his fingers sliding into her pussy while the other massaged her tender breasts.
She gasped as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her spine arched instinctively as desire overtook her. "Aaaahhhh! S-So goo-Mmmmm Ahhh!"
"Do you like it when I do this to you?" he asked, his thumb rubbing her clit.
The intensity overwhelmed her, and she sank to her knees.
"Yes!" she screamed, her body shaking. "I-I'm gonna-Ahhhh!"
She surrendered to the sensation, her release washing over her in waves.
He grinned, tasting her essence from his fingers. "Someone's eager."
"S-Sorry, shroom."
He knelt down to face her. "Don't be. You did great."
"B-But...I didn't even get to satisfy you, shroom," she protested, her eyes locked on his erect shaft.
He carried her in a princess-carry. "There's always the next round."
"Next round?" she perked up, her cheeks burning red.
He laid her down on the bed, the city lights from the window casting a soft glow across her skin.
"We're just getting started."
He bit her erect nipples, mixing pain and pleasure, eliciting a moan.
He continued his assault, leaving a trail of bites along her breasts and stomach.
Her hands gripped the sheets as she whimpered, her eyes rolling back. "Oh, Izuku!"
She let out a yelp as his teeth sank into her inner thigh, making her cry out in pleasure, making her hips spread.
He bit and sucked on her soft skin, leaving marks that would last for days. His hands slid under her, grabbing her ass, squeezing it.
Her hands gripped his hair as she felt his tongue playing with her clit. "Izuku!"
He licked, sucked, and nibbled as her juices flowing down his chin.
"Please! Please! I need it!" she begged, her hips bucking.
He pushed his tongue inside her, thrusting it in and out.
Her toes curled; her nails dug into the sheets.
"So close! I'm-Ahhh!"
He pulled away, her juices dripping from his chin. "Quite the sensitive girl."
She groaned, her body quivering. "I-Izuku...please..."
He chuckled, kissing her neck.
"You're adorable."
He positioned his manhood between her folds and pressed against her entrance as the head of his manhood prodded against her.
She grabbed his arms, placing them on her chest as he squeezed them. The soft flesh molded to his fingers.
"Please," she begged.
He kissed her forehead before slowly pushing onto her. Feeling resistance, he paused and looked at her.
She gave him a nod, her eyes pleading.
He kissed her lips as his dick pierced her maidenhood.
Her nails dug into his back, and she cried out, her voice muffled by his lips.
The pain was intense, but she felt happiness for every inch of his length entering her. She could feel him stretching her tight inner walls.
"So big," she mumbled.
"Does it hurt?"
"A little, shroom."
He stopped, waiting for her to adjust.
"But I like it."
"Really? Good," he kissed her lips before moving.
He went slowly, thrusting his hips.
Her walls stretched and clenched around his member, her legs wrapping around his waist.
She gripped his arms.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, picking up speed.
"Aahhh! Mmmmmm!"
He saw the pleasure across her face and moved faster, each thrust a trial-and-error to find the spots that got the most reaction out of her.
"Aaah! Yes!"
He slammed into her; their bodies rocked together in rhythm. He felt the slight tension in muscles beneath him and adjusted his angle accordingly; drawing gasps of pleasure from those soft lips. Every touch was deliberate; every movement calculated to gradually build up pleasure. He knew exactly how to read the responses of her body—when to push further and when to ease back just enough for maximum enjoyment without losing momentum entirely.
Her moans and cries filled the room, and her eyes rolled back.
"Oooh! Yeees!"
Her back arched; her toes curled. She felt the heat pooling in her core. Her juices sprayed onto him as she cried out in delight.
She let out a gasp, her vision blurring.
He felt her body spasm, her muscles tighten, and her juices coat his shaft.
"Ahh! Mmmm!"
She was still riding the waves of pleasure as he thrust into her with fervor. Each powerful movement sent shivers through her, and she could feel her body responding, tightening around him.
His hand gripped her throat gently, just enough to feel her heartbeat. He quickened his pace, driving deeper with each thrust, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the room.
"F-Fuck! I'm going to cum!" he groaned, feeling himself swell inside her.
She whimpered, nails digging into his back as her eyes fluttered shut. "Fill me up, please!"
Her body trembled as another wave of ecstasy washed over her.
He growled, releasing himself within her, warmth flooding her senses.
Her vision blurred; her mind went blank as her inner muscles spasmed around him, drawing him deeper.
He groaned, hands gripping her waist as he filled her completely.
Her head fell back against the pillows, surrendering to the sensations.
"Sooo good, shroom," she sighed, still catching her breath.
As he withdrew slowly, she quivered with aftershocks. The tightness of her body clung to him, resisting his exit. Her cheeks flushed red, sweat glistening on her skin as his essence trickled from her.
He moved his dick close to her lips,the tip brushing against them.
"Clean me up."
Her eyes opened at his command, lips parting eagerly. Izuku's hand caressed her cheek in approval, sending a thrill down her spine. Her tongue flicked out to tease the tip.
She savored the mix of their flavors.
Taking him into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around him.
His hand stroked through her hair. "That's it. Just like that," he praised warmly, filling her with confidence.
She continued to pleasure him, lips sliding along his length while teasing his tip with soft licks.
When he pulled away, glistening with her saliva, he praised again. "Good girl," his voice deepened with authority. "You're doing so well for me." His words reignited a desire within her.
"Mmmm," she hummed.
"I want you to move, this time."
She was tired, her body still tingling from their previous activities, but the thought of having him again sent a fresh wave of energy through her veins.
"Okay," she nodded and gathered herself to push him onto his back.
Kinoko hesitated briefly as she placed her hands on his chest. The heat radiating from him thrilled her.
"I love your body, shroom," she whispered while tracing the defined lines of his muscles beneath her fingers.
She felt him respond beneath her touch as his hands settled on her hips.
"And I love yours," he replied playfully, giving a light slap to her jiggling breasts that made her yelp in surprise.
"Ride me," he commanded in a low voice.
She positioned herself over him and sank down slowly.
"Ooooh," she moaned as pleasure coursed through her. Each thrust felt more intense than before due to the heightened sensitivity from earlier climaxes.
"Yesss," she hissed as their bodies moved together in perfect harmony.
"That's it," he groaned.
He gripped her hips firmly, guiding their rhythm as she began to move faster.
"Mmmmm!"
He guided her hips, slamming her down.
"Yes, yes, yessss," she chanted, her eyes closing as her hands gripped his shoulders.
She bounced on his cock, her tits jiggling.
Up and down. Each movement a discovery of an entire world of pleasure. She twisted and turned, exploring every angle that ignited fireworks behind her eyes. Her body felt alive and electric; she was lost in a sea of sensation—only love and pleasure remained.
"Izuku! Izuku!"
She cried out as another climax surged through her. Tremors shook her body as she collapsed onto him.
"Shrrooommm~," she whimpered, fingers clutching at his skin for support.
But he wasn't done yet. He groaned deeply as he thrust into her again.
"Ahhh! Nnngghhhh," she gasped as another wave of ecstasy hit her hard.
He grunted; his grip tightened on her hips while releasing himself deep inside once more.
"Aahhhh, yes! Make me yours! Fill me! Izuku~" she pleaded breathlessly. All she could do was hold onto him while showering kisses across his body.
Her body responded eagerly; their combined essence flowed together in an intoxicating mix of heat and desire.
After a few additional thrusts, he relaxed, panting.
"That was...amazing," he sighed.
"Nnnnnhhh" was the only response he got, her mind too fuzzy to formulate an answer until her breathing steadied as she fell asleep.
LEMON END
They lay together, her body pressed against him, her face buried in his chest as she slowly fell asleep.
Izuku, on the other hand, couldn't sleep, his mind still buzzing with thoughts. He watched her breathing, her breasts rising and falling, and listened to the sound of her heartbeat.
The city lights outside cast a soft glow over her skin, highlighting her features. He stroked her cheek, admiring her beauty he hadn't noticed until recently. He laid there, content, his arm wrapped around her.
Thanks for reading this chapter!
Kinoko's romantic date chapter is quite a challenge, as it required several drafts, but I loved how it turned out in the end. It was a long-time coming.
As a holiday bonus, I'm also planning to release a few back-to-back chapters. Hope you'll enjoy them!
As always, don't hesitate to tell me if you have questions or feedback.
Next up: Yao-Momo!