"Boy, what kind of god of good fortune blessed your life?"
The scene was familiar but different. The inside of a ferris wheel carriage, but so far as Izuku could tell, there was no world outside of it. Just an endless, empty sky. And inside it was not his girlfriend, or his.. His other girlfriend. It was his dream, after all. And his dreams had only involved one woman over the past few days.
Nana Shimura sat casually on the bench seat of the carriage, her legs crossed, her arm leaning on the backrest. She looked at him with amusement, dressed in what might have been her preferred style of casual dress. Baggy jeans that still managed to hug her powerful thighs, a sleeveless crop top with a jacket over it and sandals.
The implications of the location and her comment weren't lost on him. "Y-You saw all that?!"
"I'm always with you, Izuku," she reminded him.
"Right, I guess I forgot that part, heheh," he laughed nervously, rubbing his neck. "Is it weird to say that's both comforting and completely mortifying?"
"From where I'm sitting, getting used to people watching your intimate moments is in your best interests."
Izuku didn't speak for a moment, feeling himself grow warm from her teasing smirk. "It feels... Weird, talking about this," he admitted. "You're my mentor's mentor. Shouldn't you be, you know, telling me to focus on my training, mastering One for All, that kind of thing?"
"I can do that if you'd rather," she offered with a one shoulder shrug. "Truth is, you're doing fine. You're making good progress and you've got a good head on your shoulders. If you start straying too much I might say something but... Well, you're still young." She reached out to ruffle his hair. "It's okay to enjoy life too, Izuku. Being a hero is a stressful job." Suddenly, a burst of laughter escaped her. "Well, from how things are going your personal life is gonna be pretty stressful too."
"Yeah..." The date had been fun. And it had continued to be fun when Ochako had joined them. But, "Did I do the right thing?"
"Can't really answer that for you, kiddo," she said apologetically. "I have plenty of life experience but this is a new one on me. You're in the debatably enviable position of having a girlfriend who is gay with exceptions, and you're the exception." She shook her head with a smile. "From what I understand, that makes you the envy of every man alive. But for as fun as it sounds, it's not going to be easy. Relationships take work and–"
"I know they take work!"
"Okay, take it easy," she reprimanded him slightly for his interjection. "Relationships take work, but the one you have with your girlfriend will be more complicated than most. The fundamental truth of relationships is compromise between what you want and what she wants. Take it from a happily married woman who had a very stressful job. Taking time to put each other first is so important. And an open relationship, oof, like I said, that's a new one on me."
"So I shouldn't have said yes?"
"Pay attention," she chided him, poking him in the forehead. "I already said, I don't know. No one will know until you see how it turns out. She said what she wanted, don't bother pretending you didn't want it too. But now you're not just considering your girlfriend's wants, but this other girl's too." The fallen hero began counting on her fingers. "Is she also your girlfriend? Do you treat them the same? Can you keep up with both of their needs, emotional and physical? What about other girls, like she said? These are all questions you need to consider carefully before y–" Her words stopped, her eyes flicking down to the pen and paper in her successor's successor's hand. "Where did you get that?"
Izuku blinked, suddenly wondering the same thing. "It... I wanted to take notes so... Huh."
"Okay, well you know you're in a dream, right?" Nana asked. "Can't really take those with you."
"It's fine, I'm taking mental notes."
She couldn't help but laugh. "Whatever makes you more comfortable." Slapping her own thigh, she nodded to herself. "Okay. If you're taking notes, I'm gonna give you the ultimate secret. As my successor, I feel it's only right that I entrust you with this secret knowledge that will help you with your predicament. The secret..." A long pause for dramatic effect. "Of what women want."
"Really?"
She nodded again, a wise and superior smile on her face. "A lot of men would kill for this knowledge, so make sure to keep it to yourself. So long as you understand it completely, you'll have far less trouble surviving your current predicament."
"... Okay!" Izuku sat up, pulled his legs up onto the seat to sit cross-legged, notepad in hand, poised and ready to write. "Please instruct me, teacher!"
The hero Miss Sky gave a sage, serious nod, looked Izuku dead in the eye. "The secret of what women want is..." Another pause for dramatic effect. An answer given entirely in whisper, to declare the severity of the secret she was about to disclose. "Entirely different things."
Izuku's response to her wide grin was an entirely flat, yet somewhat defeated look. "You're making fun of me."
"Kind of yes, kind of no!" she answered the non-question cheerfully. "It really is something a lot of men can't grasp to save their lives." She raised her legs, mirroring his position as she turned to face him and crossed her legs. "In a relationship, the number one priority is to figure out what your partner is looking for."
"So you can be that," Izuku nodded.
"People pleaser, huh?" Nana asked. "No. You figure that out first so you can decide if that's what you can be for them. Some will want a lifelong partner. Some will want a fling. Some won't have a defined end-point at all and just want to see how things go. Some want intense romance. Some want you to be there when they need you and won't mind distance otherwise. Some just want a really good lay."
"Starting to feel a little uncomfortable again..." the boy murmured, looking away bashfully.
"Hey, if you'd rather talk this out with your mom, that's fine." It seemed like she took a little too much enjoyment from the momentary look of panicked discomfort. "That's what I thought. Okay, here's advice that may be a little more tangible. First," she counted on a finger again, "girls like it when you're emotionally there for them when they want you to be. That's whether they ask you to be or not. Be considerate of their feelings. Make sure they know you're emotionally available for the highs and especially the lows. That's good for any relationship but especially romantic ones. Being there for her without her even needing to say it tells her you care, that you're someone she can rely on. Understand?"
"Right," Izuku nodded, scribbling down notes. "It's... Kind of like a hero, huh? When there's trouble I have to figure it out and resolve it."
"One track mind, huh kid?" she laughed. "Not a bad analogy, but resolving it isn't necessarily the answer. Maybe it's her problem and she wants it to stay that way, and in that case your job is to be a shoulder to cry on."
"I'm not sure how good I'd be around a crying girl," the boy fretted uncomfortably.
"Yeah?" she grunted as much as spoke in response. "You'll learn. Everyone has to. Hugs, soothing gestures, listening. There's not much more to it. Oh!" She ticked of another finger. "That's another one. Important. Listening. This kind of falls under being considerate, but you specifically have a problem of getting into your own head a lot. If she's trying to talk to you, pay attention?"
"R-right, I'll... I'll work on it."
"Good. Do that. Next. Confidence!"
"Right. Like Kacchan."
"Gods, no!" the former pro reeled in discomfort. "Let me put it another way. The kind of confidence you don't need to shout from the rooftops, yeah? Feeling confident in who you are, what you're capable of and where you're going in life. Here, take off your shirt."
"What?!"
"Just do it!"
"Umm, okay?" Izuku reached for his collar, realising he was wearing the clothes he wore to his date. Carefully he flicked the buttons open one by one before shrugging the shirt off, blushing.
"You're embarrassed," Nana observed. "Why are you embarrassed?"
"Because I'm shirtless!"
"You're also a handsome young man in incredible shape, you're smart, you're caring, and you're on the path to becoming a hero," she reminded him. "So lift those shoulders, puff out that chest and show the confidence of a hero!" Nana watched as only the last word seemed to galvanise him, his posture straightening instantly. A one track mind indeed. But if it worked, it worked. "That's better. It's not about declaring how great you are. It's about knowing your worth and expressing it. That you're a capable young man worthy of a woman's attention."
"I'll try!"
He watched her tap the fingers of one hand to her chin, the other still showing three fingers. "Nothing else is really coming to mind, outside things some women like and some don't. Better to figure those out as you go. Cooking is a pretty popular one. Not vital, but popular. So I guess we're left with the last near universal expectation for romantic relationships." Another finger. "Take your pants off and we can get started."
After getting mildly browbeaten through this entire conversation, Izuku's hands went to his pants before he could even think about what she just said. "Wait, what?!"
"What did you think the last thing would be?" Nana asked as she shrugged off her jacket, leaving her in a plain white crop top that distinctly showed off her abs. "There's women out there who'll say they don't care if their man is good in bed. Not sure I believe them, but I know they'd prefer it if he was."
"Di-di-di-didn't you say you were married?!" Izuku stammered feverishly, trying not to let his eyes wander and failing miserably. He shouldn't have cared. He had seen her in far less. Yet what she was suggesting put the entire situation in a whole different context!
"I was married, happily married," she confirmed with a smile. "You were listening and you're being considerate! Good job!" Her smile turned a little wistful, like she was remembering better times. "I loved my husband. I wish we had longer together but what we had was wonderful. But that's over now. He's gone and so am I. Maybe he and I are together in some afterlife. This me," she waved a hand, gesturing at herself, "it's just a shade. A remnant of who I was, kept alive in One for All. This, well this probably isn't quite what the first wielder had in mind when he left me here to help you, but it's the help most useful to you now and it's what I'm here for." She pursed her lips, sensing the lack of mood. "How about this, we'll start slower, come sit closer to me," she said, patting the bench seat right next to her.
The green-haired boy dropped his legs from the seat and sidled his way over until his hip was touching hers. The moment their bodies connected, Nana rolled over to sit astride him, knees up on the seat, looking down at him.
"Let's start simple," she suggested breathily, "Kiss me. Show me your technique."
"Technique?" But as he asked the question, her beautiful face neared his, her lips parted, and he stopped asking questions. He rose to meet her, pressing his lips softly but insistently against hers.
"Hmm..." It was a hum of pleasure but also consideration. She soon pulled back only to find her lips were resistant to the idea. "Mm." A grunt of discomfort as they parted. She wore a thoughtful expression. "Your sticking problem."
"Yeah." It wasn't intentional. He genuinely couldn't help it. "Sorry."
Nana's look remained thoughtful. "You know, I don't think I like that," she chose to declare. "This," she grabbed his hand on her waist that refused to come off. "I like this. Feeling your hands on me, your quirk telling me just how much you don't want to let me go?" Her voice was breathy, sensual, drawing him in so every word spoke to a primal part of him. "But the tug on my lips when I'm just trying to get air, I don't like that. You know, I bet those girls of yours wouldn't either."
"They... They wouldn't?" he asked, feeling fear, doubt, bombarding himself with recriminations.
"No. You need to work hard so we can enjoy your kisses, don't you think so, Izuku?"
Such a beautiful, mature, powerful woman cooing his name. It sent a thrum through his entire body. "I-I'll work on it!"
"Good," she cooed, hand on his face to draw him in again. "Let's keep practicing, hm?"
"Okay..."
More kissing, and much less inconvenient kissing. Nana smiled into his lips, feeling as her own were allowed to part from them freely. All in his head, all it took was the right incentive to cure him of his little bad habit.
... In hindsight, she shouldn't have encouraged him about the rest of her body. But there was one thing she was wondering about that she looked forward to finding out. Something for which she wondered whether it might enhance things rather than mar them.
"Not bad, Izuku," she praised him when their lips parted again. Her arms raising and taking her top with them before tossing it aside.
"Miss Shimura–"
"Nana, please."
"Miss Nana, I, I don't think this is a good idea. I mean, with Kyoka and everything, I–"
"Izuku," she said, unbuttoning his pants. "This isn't anything. It isn't even real. I was gone from this world a long time ago. All this is, is you having a very pleasant dream that will teach you a few things. And maybe leave your bedding messy when you wake up." She winked at him. "Sorry about that in advance. If you really want to stop, we can stop, but there's nothing for you to feel guilty about."
Izuku looked down to her hands resting in his lap, the prominent bulge of his erection between them. Nana had stopped and was waiting for his answer. Oh how he wanted it to continue. And he really was learning. But... As much as she said it was a dream, it all felt so real. He could still taste her on his lips. "I don't want to go all the way," he finally decided. Kyoka had established the boundaries of their relationship. Women they agreed on, but he couldn't tell her about this for reasons that were so outside the bounds of this. Nana was right. She wasn't real. This wasn't real. But even so, "I want the first time I experience it to be with Kyoka."
"Aww!" Nana cooed, pulling him into a hug that pressed his face into her bosom. "That's sweet! Okay, we'll start with one of the important parts then. You won't get anything at all. Instead," she said as her hands reached back and unhooked her bra, "You'll be focusing only on how to make a woman feel good." Her shoulders shifted as she shrugged out of the bra, letting it fall to be grabbed and tossed aside. Then she turned around, presenting her firm, jeans-clad backside to Izuku. "Take these off for me. Try to do it in a way I'll enjoy."
"In a way you'll..." he trailed off, doing his best to keep his thoughts in order, treating the instruction like a puzzle. The muscular young man stood, wrapping his arms around the taller and more muscular woman. She smiled over her shoulder at him, feeling his body pressed against hers, his hand reaching for the button of her jeans while the other ran its fingers over her tightly packed abs. Izuku tried and failed to keep his smile off his face when he managed to undo the button with one hand, unzipping her pants and moving both hands to slowly peel them down over her large and shapely ass.
"Not bad," she praised him. "Extra points for not rushing to grope my chest."
"I, wasn't sure you were okay with that," he admitted.
"Hm, then half points," she amended, turning around in his arms so he could do very little but stare at her bared breasts. "You know what I want you to do. Don't hold back because you're afraid I'll react badly. Do what you think will make me feel good." Slowly, carefully, she guided his hands to the outside of her thighs. "That's another lesson. Be willing to build to the fun parts. You're in no rush." She continued to guide his hands just over the curve of her ass, up her hips and waist, amending, "Unless you're both in a rush. Then you can be a bit more pushy."
"Got it," Izuku said nodding firmly, coming within a hair's breadth of mashing his face in her cleavage, his face flushing a vibrant red as a result.
"What did I just say, Izuku?"
With a great effort, the hero student did his best to recall the words that were already floating into the back of his mind. "What, uh, what I think would make you..." He looked up, realising just how tall she was. Tall enough he wasn't sure he could reach her lips for another kiss without her accommodating him, and she seemed to have no intention of doing that. So... His hands roamed, stroking and sliding over her smooth skin, her powerful muscles. The swell of her curves before finally allowing himself to lean forward and down to kiss at her breasts. Starting from her cleavage before moving to the swell of her left breast, tracing a path to her nipple before wrapping his lips around it.
"Ooh, not bad, not bad, keep going," she whispered encouragement. Holding him by the back of his head. Her thighs rubbing together. "Do you know what you should do now, Izuku?" He didn't answer. Not vocally. But she felt his hands return to her waist before they dragged down, his fingers hooking under her panties. "Good boy." Her panties slipped down, sticking wetly to her womanhood before they dropped to the floor. Gently, she pried him away from her breast, but let him continue to hold her as she moved around to take a seat. "You see how wet I am?" she asked, guiding his hand down to her dripping sex. "Do you feel it? I'm ready. Make me feel good. Do whatever your instincts tell you. I won't be giving you any more instructions. Not all women like the same things so you need to learn to read the signals."
Nana Shimura sat there, her body on display for him. "Do your best."
Izuku swallowed thickly as he dropped to his knees between her spread legs. A large part of him cursing himself for refusing what was clearly on the table. But she was right. This wasn't about his enjoyment, no matter how much he was enjoying it. He was learning. For Kyoka. And Ochako. And whomever else. To learn a skill they would appreciate.
But there was one thing he was absolutely sure of.
He would never, ever, ever, never, EVER, tell All Might about this.
"Ahhhh..." Nana sighed as she felt Izuku's lips and tongue first make contact with her womanhood. "That's–" she forced herself to be silent, biting her hand. She had said she wouldn't guide him anymore so planted her other hand flat against her abs and let him work. Letting her body do the talking. "Ah!" And her moans. Moans and gasps were fine too. And she genuinely couldn't help that one. Just as she wondered when they kissed, his quirk also worked as he kissed and licked at her pussy. The gentle movements made more insistent with the added pulling sensation. More intense than he intended. "Oh, Izuku," she couldn't hold this back. "When you get that quirk of yours under control you're going to drive those girls of yours wild." Just this was thrilling. She didn't dare imagine what it would be like with his cock.
Didn't dare imagine it. But she certainly anticipated it. Just a remnant or not, this Nana Shimura couldn't wait for him to pop his little girlfriend's cherry so she could get a turn. She missed her husband, but it was thrilling to have a strong young man between her legs again.
Her body's natural reactions continued to teach Izuku, giving him his first lesson in how best to eat pussy. Most specifically Nana Shimura's pussy, but also more general lessons. Good tells, bad tells, and just what a woman's orgasm tasted like. Also that between a powerful woman's thighs when she climaxed was a potentially dangerous place to be.
"Hah... Hah...!" Nana panted with a satisfied smile on her face as she stroked his cheek. "Well done. I hope you learned a lot. I look forward to our next lesson, Izuku."
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Izuku Midoriya woke up suddenly, lurching up in bed wide eyed and sweaty.
And sticky.
He threw back his covers, seeing and feeling what he knew he would. "That's not even fair," he complained. He didn't even get to do that in the dream. More proof that it didn't really count. He sighed, getting out of bed to throw his sleep clothes and sheets in the wash.
He pretended not to hear the giggling in the back of his mind.
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