Disclaimer: This is an open door smut chapter, including euphemisms and some crude language. Read at your own discretion.
Kamiko adjusted the collar of her sea foam green lace cardigan for the third time, tilting her head to the side as she examined herself in the wide, circular mirror that hung above the hallway shoe rack.
The natural light that filtered through the living room window landed in a soft slant across the hallway, catching the red-brown sheen of her fox fur and turning it momentarily copper.
She gently ran her hands through the fur on her cheeks, fluffing it a little.
Not too much - just enough to look intentional.
Just enough to look like she had not been obsessing over it for the past hour.
Her amber eyes scanned her reflection critically. Her ears looked fine. Her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair was smooth, pinned neatly to frame her face, with a little bit of curl at the ends for bounce. Her tail, well, she had brushed it until her arm hurt, and it now curved behind her in a plush, healthy arc. Kamiko was technically ready to leave the house. But still …
She leaned in, inspecting the little line under one eye. Was that a shadow or an actual wrinkle? No, definitely a shadow. Maybe. She tapped at her under-eye gently, made a face, then pulled back and sighed.
Behind her, unseen, unheard, soft paws on wooden flooring padded closer.
"You do realize," came the familiar voice of her mother, smothering a laugh, "that at some point, your fur will start falling out from all this fussing."
Kamiko squeaked, jolting back from the mirror and spinning around. "M-Mom!"
Her mother stood in the entryway to the living room, sipping a steaming cup of barley tea with both hands, cradling the mug. Her oversized ears - so much larger than Kamiko's - twitched with quiet amusement. The creamy tan of her fennec fur looked warm and fresh in the morning light, and her long braid swung slightly behind her as she stepped forward.
"How long were you standing there?" Kamiko asked, her ears flattening as her tail did an embarrassed flick behind her.
"Oh, long enough to watch you smooth that exact same part of your face at least four times," she replied, setting her mug down on a nearby vase table with a clink. "You really are your father's daughter. That one used to rehearse how he'd say 'Good morning' when we were still dating."
Kamiko crossed her arms and huffed lightly, though she knew it lacked bite. "It's not that bad."
"You've fluffed your cheek fur three times, your tail four, your cardigan twice, and your skirt once. I'm keeping count."
Kamiko groaned and dropped her head into her hands. "Okay, yes," she mumbled as she covered her face. "I'm nervous. I just want to look nice."
Her mother's teasing softened. "Kamiko, my sweet kit. You look beautiful. Honestly. Izuku will be lucky you even showed up to meet him." Kamiko's tail swished once, involuntarily. She lifted her head and turned around, scowling at the appendage like it had betrayed her because it did. And her mother caught it. Smirking, her amusing demeanor returned. "Ah, there it is. There's that tail-wag of doom."
"It's not a doom wag," Kamiko muttered. "It's just a happy one."
Her mom reached out and gently patted Kamiko's cheek, thumb brushing one of the tufts she had just fluffed. "Exactly. Which means your heart is being loud again. Have more faith in yourself, Kamiko. You're glowing. That boy's going to melt into a puddle when he sees you."
Kamiko bit her lip to hide the giddy smile forming on her face. Then she stopped resisting all together. The anticipation was just too much. "He's been gone for so long. Four months. I just … I miss being able to look at him without a screen between us."
Kamiko's mother nodded thoughtfully. "I remember the first time your father went abroad for work. I nearly climbed out of my fur waiting for him to come home. I planned what I was going to wear a full week in advance. And when the day come, I woke up three hours early just to re-curl my whiskers."
Kamiko giggled, picturing it. "That sounds like something I'd do."
"You are doing it," her mom answered with an unrestrained chuckle. "But it's good. That kind of excitement? It's rare and worth cherishing. You two have a sweet thing, even if you're both so painfully awkward about it sometimes."
Kamiko appreciated her parent's sentiments, though she did not dare correct her mother on how she and Izuku were far past the stage of awkwardness. Not when they had regularly slept together since the year before, until Izuku had to depart for the United States. Rather, she sighed and looked down at her hands. "I wonder if he'll look different. Or if I will. People change in a third of a year."
"He'll look tired," her mother said plainly. "Jet lag is vicious. But he'll see you and probably forget all of it. That's what love does."
She could not help but grin at that. Kamiko really hoped that was true.
Her mom stepped aside and nodded toward the clock on the wall. "You'll miss him if you don't leave soon."
Kamiko snapped up. The clock read 10:21 a.m. "Oh! I meant to leave five minutes ago."
"Do you have everything?" her mother asked, glancing down as Kamiko scrambled to grab her shoulder bag and keys.
"Phone, wallet, ID, and a snack just in case," Kamiko checked, patting every pocket of her purse.
Her mother gave her an approving nod. "And your head?"
"Mostly."
Kamiko reached for the doorknob, then paused and looked back. "You and Dad are still leaving for Hokkaido later today, right?"
Her mother affirmed. "Mmmhmm. Your father's been packing since sunrise. He's already triple-checked our tickets and the guesthouse booking. We'll be back in a week."
Kamiko simpered, and a mischievous glint entered her eye. "So I'll have the house to myself. And Izuku."
"Don't destroy anything," her mom warned with a very pointed look.
"I won't. Probably."
"Kamiko …"
"I won't" she promised, laughing. "I'll be good. You two have fun."
Her mother reached out and pulled her into a quick hug, warm and soothing. "Be safe. And give that boy a thousand kisses for me."
Kamiko flushed red, turning her fur into russet. "Mom!"
"Joking. Sort of."
The cab pulled up just as Kamiko stepped outside, the cool early May breeze ruffling her cantaloupe orange midi skirt slightly. The fragrance of early blooms lingered in the air - wisteria and new grass - and the sky overhead was a cloudless pale blue. Spring had arrived in Tokyo with gentle coolness this year, and Kamiko was grateful for the sun. It felt like a good omen.
The cab was a long, sleek electric model with wide back seats and an open ceiling design made for mutant comfort. The driver, a walrus-mutant woman with round pink sunglasses and an arm full of jangling bracelets, greeted her with a relaxed wave.
"International Airport, Terminal 2, right? Before that, an apartment complex?" the driver said, her voice gravelly but kind.
"That's right! Thank you!" Kamiko confirmed as she slipped into the back seat and adjusted her tail carefully behind her.
As the taxi pulled out into the road, Kamiko leaned her head against the window and let the city pass by in a blur. The train lines above rumbled faintly. Schoolkids biked by in uniforms. Delivery drones zipped overhead. And Kamiko? She sat there with her heart in her throat and her fingers wrapped tightly around the strap of her bag.
Izuku's flight had landed thirty minutes ago; he had messaged as much. By now, he would be collecting his luggage, maybe texting her, maybe scanning the crowd for her already. He had left for the U.S. right after the fall semester ended. For exposure, for university opportunities, for all the right reasons. But that had not made the months without him any easier. They had video-called constantly. Watched movies synced across time zones. Sent each other care packages. He had sent her American snacks and handwritten letters on lined notebook paper; she had sent him scented oil he liked and a hand-sewn plush version of herself. In fact, she was coming to greet him with a bouquet of purple wisteria, sunflowers, and yellow roses.
Now he was home. And nothing felt quite real.
Kamiko looked down at her phone. A new message blinked on the screen. Just grabbed my suitcases! I'm near the exit. You here?
She smiled. On my way. 10 more minutes. I'm going to come with your mother. Don't melt without me.
No promises, was the reply she got back.
She stared at the text and took a long, deep breath. Five more minutes. Just five. Then everything would be real again.
Izuku had barely stepped out past the terminal's automatic doors when he spotted them.
At first, it was just a blur of color and motion. Sunlight glinting off the glass facade of the terminal, the gentle chaos of arrivals unfolding around him. People reuniting, luggage rolling, airport staff weaving expertly between waiting drivers holding name placards. He scanned the crowd, pulse quick with anticipation. And then, suddenly, like a high-resolution image snapping into focus, he saw her.
Kamiko stood near the taxi lane, backlit by morning sun, and for a brief moment, Izuku genuinely forgot how to breathe.
She looked … gods, she looked unreal. Like something out of a dream he had too many times to count over the last four months. Her green cardigan shimmered faintly in the light, delicate lace catching the wind in places. Her orange skirt fluttered gently around her knees, matched by the soft ruffling of her macaroon yellow blouse. And her hair framed her face like it had been sculpted just for him to see. But what hit him the hardest was not the way she looked.
It was the way she looked at him.
Her eyes lit up instantly, amber and warm and so welcoming it nearly undid him. And then she was moving.
"Kamiko-" he started, but that was all he got out before her arms were around his torso, her face tucked into his neck, and a loud, contented purr thrummed through her.
He froze for a moment, suitcases forgotten at his feet, and then melted entirely into the hug. No promises, he had messaged her. Well, here he was, melting in her presence, technically. Izuku's own arms came up, wrapping tightly around her waist, giving her a little lift off the ground. Her fur brushed against the side of his jaw, soft and warm like her personality, and her scent wrapped around him until he did not know where she ended and he began.
"You're here," she breathed, voice muffled against his shirt. "You're actually here."
"I'm here," Izuku whispered, leaning down and pressing his cheek into her temple. His heart pounded so loudly he was surprised she could not hear it over the airport noise. "Kamiko, I missed you so much." And then he let himself disappear into her.
A light cough came from a few meters away, and Izuku turned his head slightly to see another figure approach: his mother.
Kamiko explained, "We decided to greet you together!" She stepped aside just enough to give his mom room.
His mother held out both arms, and when he stepped in, she immediately wrapped him in her embrace. A hug so tight it rivalled that of Kamiko's. Her short frame barely reached his stature, but he did not mind. It was his turn to nuzzle into his loved one's shoulders. "Izuku," she murmured, tone already thick with emotion. "I missed you, my boy. You look tired. Are you sleeping enough? Are you drinking water?"
He chuckled and embraced her harder. "I'm doing okay, Mom. Jet lag's just hitting a little."
She pulled back to inspect him, brushing her fingers against his cheek like she was checking for fever. "Hmm. Well, we'll fatten you back up with some home cooking soon enough."
Kamiko giggled beside them. "You say that like he withered away in the States."
"He practically did," his mom said, narrowing her eyes playfully. "Look at those cheekbones. I can practically see the stress from here."
"I was studying for exams," Izuku responded sheepishly. "And I missed you both."
Kamiko reached out and laced her fingers with his, and just that gesture - small, automatic, grounding - made his chest ache in the best way. His mother caught it, too. Her gaze eased, and she reached into her purse for a tissue, dabbing at the corners of his eyes. Perhaps it was for the best, given their shared history of erupting into geysers of tears. "Well, before I turn into a puddle in front of Terminal Two, I'll go book a cab. You two lovebirds clearly need some time alone."
Izuku blinked. "Wait, you're not joining us?"
She waved a hand. "Oh, I will. Later. I'm going to give you two a head start. Say, two days. You've got some catching up to do."
Kamiko flushed, her tail swishing left and right behind her with amusement and bashful excitement. "Thank you, Auntie."
"Don't destroy the living room," his mother called over her shoulder as she retreated with a wink. "At my home or Kamiko's. I just had the floor cleaned!" The remark turned them both pink, but that dissipated soon enough once they were alone. At least, alone enough in the middle of an airport drop-off zone.
Izuku focus on Kamiko again, who was already staring down at him with eyes wide and bright. "You're really here," she spoke again, just as breathless, just as disbelieving as earlier.
"I am," he echoed. "And so are you. And you … Kamiko, you look …" His words trailed off as he took her in once more, slower this time. "You're beautiful." He imagined the warmth of her skin, the softness of her touch, how it felt to worship her like the goddess she was. To lose himself in her, fully and completely, like he had dreamed of every night she had been away.
Her ears twitched, and a flustered little noise escaped her throat. "Stop, you're going to make me combust."
"I'm serious." He reached up and cupped her face. She instinctively leaned into his touch. "You always look stunning, but today, goddess, you look like springtime incarnate. Absolutely phenomenal."
She blinked, stunned into a silence for a heartbeat. "Izuku …"
He pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead. Then another to her nose. Then, finally, a soft, lingering kiss to her lips. It was not wild or hurried. It was gentle, familiar, filled with months of long-distance ache and a thousand messages sent at 3 a.m. and the shared knowledge that this - being here, in each other's arms again - was home.
But the kiss did not stay gentle for long. Soon, fires of passion begin to dominate the formerly sweet gesture of affection. That aching sweetness began to smolder into something deeper, hotter. A long-distance hunger rising between them. It was only a matter of time when they took matters to the bedroom. When they finally broke apart, Kamiko's face was flushed to her collarbone, her tail flicking so wildly it brushed the back of his knees. In fact, it began curling around them, indicative that she too was incited as he was.
"I brought flowers," she blurted, fumbling for the bouquet she had set on a short pillar earlier. "Wisteria and sunflowers and roses. I thought it'd be bright and happy. The perfect welcome-home flowers."
Izuku's heart cracked open at the sight. "You remembered my favorites. Thank you so much."
"Of course I did. How could I not?"
He took the flowers and held it like it was something sacred. "I'm going to take a hundred pictures of this when we get home. And when they wilt, I will save them between the pages of a book."
She smiled, "Good. That's the plan." They stood there for a moment longer, sunlight pouring over them, the scent of fresh spring blooms mixing with the airport exhaust and wind. For all the world, it was just two souls meeting again at the edge of a long journey. And to Izuku, it felt like everything was clicking back into place. "Well," Kamiko broke the silence first, slipping her hand back into his. "Are you ready to go to my place? I have some surprises waiting for you."
Izuku nodded, eyes locked with hers. "More than ready."
And hand in hand, they turned toward the waiting taxi and the next chapter of their reunion. Kamiko had said it still did not feel real. But as they stepped into the cab, their fingers intertwined and her flowers in his lap, this was very much real. And it was everything.
Kamiko watched Izuku with fondness as he polished off the last bite of simmered nikujaga. He looked completely at ease. His shoulders relaxed, his eyes half-lidded with comfort, and a faint pink coloring his cheeks from the hotness of the meal. She had spent hours preparing everything the night before, making sure each dish would taste just the way he liked it. Teriyaki salmon, a bowl of steaming miso soup, pickled daikon, even his favorite tamagoyaki - soft, golden, and just a little sweet.
"Okay, seriously," Izuku murmured, dabbing the corner of his mouth with a napkin. "You're going to ruin every other home-cooked meal for me after this."
Kamiko sat beside him, arms crossed, her lips tugging into a coy smile. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
He grinned in return. "It's not. It's very much not."
Soon enough, they moved to the living room.
She stood at the entrance of the living room, studying him from the shadows like a fox preparing to pounce. Because that was exactly what she intended to do. Izuku seemed at peace, tilting his head back on the couch cushion, one arm resting along the backrest, his other hand resting on his stomach, rising and falling with each slow, post-lunch breath.
The three buttons of his blue-grey shirt were undone just enough to reveal the subtle line of his collarbone, the faintest glimpse of sun-tanned skin catching the light. He seemed like he belonged there. In her home, in her space. As though he fit seamlessly into the rhythm of her world. Almost like no time had passed at all. Kamiko loved it.
Her chest tightened with an intoxicating kind of sensation. This was not like being out on a date. This was not a public dinner, was not her reaching for his hand across a table or sneaking a leg up his pants beneath the dining table. Not for the first time, and definitely not for the last, this was him in her home. Surrounded by the aroma of soy, miso, and simmered broth, eating the dishes she had mad just for him.
She could still hear the echoes of his compliments from earlier: "You made all this?" "It tastes like something out of a dream." "You remembered I like extra green onions in the miso."
Every praise had made her feel like her heart might float out of her chest. And yet now, watching him, she was focused on something lower. Deeper. Warmer. Manifesting since that kiss in the airport.
Kamiko took a step forward. Her bare feet made no sound against the hardwood floor. The room was quiet except for the birds outside and the occasional creak of the walls cooling in the late afternoon air. She moved until she stood directly in front of him, just outside his peripheral vision. "Are you really going to rest there like that?" she asked quietly, cocking her head to the side.
Izuku opened his eyes and stared up at her, blinking a little as if waking up from a lovely reverie. "I'm just … content. You fed me too well." He gave a light laugh. "I might be in a food coma."
"Oh no," she teased with mock concern. "Guess I better make sure you don't pass out."
Before he could respond, she stepped forward, climbed onto the couch, and without hesitation, sat down squarely on his lap, straddling him.
His breath caught audibly.
Kamiko settled herself carefully, savoring the warmth of his thighs beneath her, the immediate tension in his body as he tried to figure out whether he should be alarmed, excited, or both. The answer was definitely both. She ensured as much as she scooted closer to him and placed her hands on his chest to steady herself.
"Dessert's served," she said casually, leaning in, her voice smooth and low like velvet. "And I don't mean mochi."
"K-K-Kamiko?" he stammered like an innocent boy. But the way he was gazing at her, nothing but lust and desire growing in those green forests of eyes, belayed his real feelings.
She brushed her lips against the shell of his ear, moving to his earlobe, giving it a good bite, before whispering, "And in case you need the menu … tonight's special is me."
He shook his head, though his hands hovered awkwardly around her waist, unsure of whether to grab her. Like he was afraid that touching her might cause the moment to vanish. "Your parents," he began, but she cut him off with a sultry little chuckle.
"Gone. Gone for the whole week. They left this morning. Business trip. They won't be back until next weekend. So we've got the house to ourselves. No rules. No interruptions. No curfews. No one to walk in while we …" She let the sentence trail off, her mouth brushing down his jawline until her words were nearly a breath against his skin. " … get creative." Her fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt, tugging it slightly to expose more of his neck. "For seven whole days."
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, carnality intensifying with each second. "Are you serious right now? You mean it?"
Kamiko smirked, then slowly rolled her hips forward. The barest movement, but just enough to make him gasp. Four months without making love elicit that kind of reaction. "I'm very serious. I've been planning this since Tuesday."
"T-Tuesday?!"
She could not help the laugh this time. The entertained one. "You think that grocery run was innocent? That I just happened to buy all your favorite ingredients?" She rolled a bit of flesh on his skin between her teeth before letting it go. And then kissing it. "I've been waiting since the day you left to have you like this. Comfortable. Full. And completely at my mercy. I got my chance on Tuesday."
Kamiko shifted back a bit now, still sitting tall in his lap, her hands sliding down his chest to his stomach. His muscles tensed beneath her palms. She wanted to feel them without the barrier of fabric between them.
"My demon goddess," he started, voice hoarse with desire, "you're driving my crazy."
"That's the idea," she murmured. "You've been so good. So patient. I think you deserve a reward." He looked like he was about to let her ravish him any way she wanted to. Izuku could not stop staring at her lips. Finally, his fingers settled on her hips. He wanted this as much as her. Kamiko moved forward again, slow and deliberate, until her nose was just brushing his, her mouth a breath away. "Say it," she commanded.
"Say what?"
"That you want this. That you want me."
Izuku's breath hitched again, and he gazed into her eyes like she was the only thing tethering him to earth. "I do," he answered, hardly audible. "I want you. I've wanted you since forever."
That sent a bolt of heat straight down her spine. Oh, she was going to ravish him senseless by the week's end. Because she smiled. Slow, pleased, and dangerous. "Good." Kamiko slipped her hands beneath his shirt, feeling his abs just the way she wanted to. Taut. Smooth. Ready to be defiled. "Then let's not waste any time."
Izuku's skin burned beneath her fingertips, the heat of her touch chasing away the last remnants of his food-induced haze. Kamiko dragged her fingers along the ridges of his abdomen slowly, carefully, as if memorizing every contour. Her thumbs circled just beneath his ribs, teasing, promising. She felt him twitch beneath her.
"You always tremble when I do that," she whispered, tone like smoke curling through the air.
Izuku looked dazed, lips parted, a shiver running through his spine. "I can't help it," he gasped. "You do something to me. Always have."
She leaned in, brushing her lips just barely against his jaw. So soft, it was more suggestion than contact. "Perfect." Kamiko loved how her breath ghosting across his skin made him blush with passion. "Then you'll be easy to ruin."
He groaned, a helpless sound, low and reverent, and his fingers slipped below her skirt. Tentative at first, then firmer, like he could not hold back anymore. Pushing the article up, up, up, until it settled in a pile around her thighs. She rewarded him with a roll of her hips that made his eyes flutter shut, made his jaw clench. "Don't you know? You've already ruined me, my goddess. Made me your devotee."
Kamiko very much liked hearing him say that he was going to worship her body. "You've been waiting." She dragged the syllables out like honey. Honey … that would make for some interesting foreplay later. "Haven't you, Izuku? All this time. Imagining what it would feel like to have me like this again." Izuku nodded, eyes shut, lips pressed together like he might beg otherwise. She kissed the corner of his mouth, barely a touch. "Say it."
"Yes," he rasped, raw. "God, yes. Every single fucking night."
Satisfied, Kamiko trailed one down from his chest to the zipper of his jeans, letting her fingers toy with it. Not undoing it, not yet, just resting there, enough to make him lose composure. Her mouth hovered over his cheekbone, his temple, the edge of his mouth. "Tell me what you thought about," fully adopting her silk-wrapped sin persona. "What you imagined I'd do to you. What you wished I'd say. What you wanted to do to me."
He stifled a gasp, and his eyes opened slowly, dark with longing, vulnerability, need. "My goddess …" he began, pleadingly.
Softer this time, almost kind, she urged him, "Tell me. I want to hear all of it."
There was a moment of silence. Thick, electric, before he finally exhaled, like he was surrendering wholly. "I thought about this. About you crawling into my lap like I belonged to you. I thought about your hands on me. Your lips. Your voice in my ear, saying the filthiest things you'd never dare say in public." His face burned, but he kept going. "I thought about begging. About making you beg. For every touch. Every kiss. Every thrust."
Kamiko trembled at that, desire blooming molten-hot in her stomach. Her mouth curved wickedly.
"Oh, my fallen angel. That's exactly what I had in mind, too."
She kissed him then. Not hard, not fast, but deep. A kiss that pulled him under like a riptide. His arms wrapped around her instantly, hands sliding under the hem of her shirt, dragging her flush against him. Skin to skin. Heart to heart. Their breaths tangled, their bodies pressed so tightly it was impossible to tell whose pulse was thundering louder. The sensation would be even more splendid when he would be inside her.
And just when his hands started to roam lower, just when he began to lose himself in her, Kamiko pulled back. Just a centimeter, and looked at him with fire in her amber gaze. "We've got time," she said, breathless but controlled. Kamiko glanced at his mouth. "So I'm going to take you apart slowly. And then I'm going to put you back together my way."
Kamiko made the first move. To be specific, the first of many moves since Izuku's arrival. The straddling, the sexual teasing, now onto the foreplay. Pulling his shirt over his shoulders, over his head, she studied his body. Memorizing those scars she had seen countless times. There was a new dark line running across his side into his jeans. She made a mental note to ask about it later. Once she was done making him come a dozen times.
She buried her face into the slope of his neck, biting, sucking, kissing the skin. Laving it with an eternity's worth of affection she had pent-up inside her. Wherever her mouth went, it left behind a trail of red love bites. Izuku's fingers dug into her hair, dropping the bobby pins she had used to keep the curls in place. Not that she minded. Rather, it would be delightful to observe just how mussed up her locks could get after having sex in such a long time. His movements dragged her closer, and Kamiko was all too willing to oblige.
She ran her hands up and down his back, tracing the raised bumps of his ropelike scars. She pressed hard into him, as if afraid he might disappear if she let go even the slightest. He was beautiful as always. A Greek god. Adonis. And she wanted to pleasure her god, just he wished to pleasure his goddess.
Izuku pulled her head back to bring his mouth to hers. Kamiko immediately parted her lips so he could taste her. And so did he. Their tongues met, dancing like old-time partners. Their teeth clashed, deepening the kiss. He tasted faintly of their meal and strongly of sin. Absolutely delicious. She ran her tongue along his bottom teeth, inviting him to bite her. He did. Izuku tugged her bottom lip between hers, bruising it with his fervor, before moving to her upper lip and granting it the same courtesy.
They broke apart once, mutually panting for air, before locking into each other again. She ran her fingers through his green curls, cocking his head to the side to deepen the angle of the kiss. And as Izuku fucked her mouth, he undid the buttons of her cardigan, shoving the garment off her shoulders. It hung off her wrists, stuck, until Kamiko briefly released him to do it for him.
"How do I get this blouse off?" Izuku gasped between kisses.
She smiled against his mouth as she pressed against his crotch, flicking open the button of his pants. "It's a corset. Untie the laces, and I'll let you lavish my breasts."
He groaned into at the vision of fucking her tits until they were sore. Izuku's hands came around her back, searching for the knots and hooks that kept the article together. He tried and failed, much to her amusement. Meanwhile, she took her time undoing the zipper and tugging the jeans little by little off his legs.
Ultimately, he gave up. Ending the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing hard. "How much do you care for this corset?"
"What do you mean?" Kamiko asked, confused.
"I mean, if I tear it off you right now, would you be upset? I'll buy a hundred more if you would like."
At that, Kamiko pushed him, making him softly crash against the backrest of the couch. He glanced at her face, wondering why she did that. The bewilderment faded soon enough once he caught note of her wide grin. "Rip it to absolute shreds if you want. I won't be upset in the slightest. But I will expect you to fuck me as hard as you get rid of it. Destroy me, Izuku."
Izuku needed no further cue. Like a predator that he was in the bedroom, he held the back of her neck with his left hand and the grabbed the front of the corset with his right. Just the barest touch of his fingers against her chest had Kamiko aching for more.
And without further preempt, he split the macaroon yellow garment.
It fell off Kamiko, landing behind her on the floor, revealing her tits for him to lavish.
Izuku took one nipple into his mouth while pinching the other. Kamiko threw her head back, marvelling at how glorious it was to be damned like this. He ran his tongue over her left breast, drawing circles and other inane patterns as she rode to heights she had nearly forgotten about. Her right breast was subjected to the ministrations of his hand squeezing, rubbing, grabbing, rolling the tender flesh.
"Gorgeous breasts. Absolutely beautiful," he praised in between ravishing her.
Kamiko pushed her body further into his mouth, wanting more. Desiring more. She rolled against his dick several times, providing fuel to the stars that were aching to burst. Closing her eyes, she envisioned those rainbow supernovas sparking and flickering, steadily building as lust overcame her with each passing second. "Oh my gods, yes. Just like that Izuku. Touch me just like that." Dirty moans fled her lips as she imagined herself and Izuku in all sorts of debaucherous positions this week. On the bed, on the couch, on the sofa. Over the deck railing, over the kitchen table, over the bathtub rim. And a hundred more locations for sexy time.
She was more than ready to have his cock inside her. Forgetting all talk about taking things slow, Kamiko pulled either side of his pants, desperate to take it off. Izuku, understanding her intentions, scooped one arm below her thighs and stood off the couch. Crossing her legs around his waist, she now had better access to shove the article of clothing down his legs, leaving him in just his underwear. Her skirt, which had been hiked around her hips, demanded to join the jeans on the floor. And so did her underwear, which was already soaked with arousal.
Izuku never took his mouth off her chest. Rather, he switched breasts, playing her right tit with his tongue and her left with his free hand. In between sucking her senseless, he murmured, "Don't get me wrong. I want to fuck you against the wall like this. But I want to do it after a hot shower."
Kamiko planted her palms on either side of his face, pulling him away from her chest up to her face. Bringing him to another long, hungry kiss, she spoke, "We can do both. Sex in the shower. Against the shower walls."
"Sound excellent."
Like that, they stumbled up the stairs toward her bedroom. Kissing, groping, stripping each other on the way. Her skirt came down her legs, which she kicked away with an absentminded swing of her feet before straddling his waist again. When they reached her bedroom, their undergarments had come off, too, leaving each other utterly naked for the other to worship.
"Condoms," Izuku rasped as he slipped a finger inside her vagina. "Nightstand drawer, right?"
Kamiko moaned, delighted at having some part of him inside her at last. She shook her head. "Not … anymore. Bathroom … sink cabinet."
So they debauched their way into the bathroom. Izuku set her down and dropped to his knees to search the cabinet as he inserted a second finger in her sex. Then a third. Pumping up and down, back and forth. This was so worth it, Kamiko thought to herself. The wait. The anticipation. The mate bond was surging to an all-time high. She had no doubt the welcome-home sex was about to magnificent. Perhaps some of the best sex she had had. Not that he was ever disappointing in pleasuring her.
His penis was hard. Very hard. Begging to be buried to the hilt inside her vagina. Gods, if he did not wear that condom fast enough, Kamiko was going to take him raw.
Once he did, Kamiko hauled him to his feet and shoved him into the shower stall, slamming the door behind her as she jumped and crossed her legs around him once more. Singlehandedly fumbling for the shower knob to turn it to the hot setting, she commanded, "My fallen angel, my god. You've kept me waiting long enough. Now fuck me like the world is going to end tomorrow!"
And with that, he entered her in a swift thrust.
The filthiest of moans escaped her throat as Kamiko had her wish granted. Her vaginal walls, already so familiar with his dick, welcomed him like an old lover, expanding and stretching to accommodate his width and length entirely. "Holy hell, yes! I love it! I love you! Don't stop!"
Supernovas bloomed like flowers in the back of her eyelids. Blue, yellow, orange. The hot water dripping down her body only intensified the sensations. She screamed his name. "Izuku! Fuck! Harder, please!" Kamiko resumed to biting and laving his neck again and as much of his chest as she could access. Izuku tweaked her nipples again and fisted her ass, keeping her back pressed against the wall. "Rail me, Izuku! Rail me!"
He was meeting her every order and exceeding her expectations. She wanted to bite hard into his flesh; he cocked his head to the side to give her better access. He wanted leave his own hickeys along her collar; she tilted her head all the way back. She sought to ruffle his wet hair until it was tangled; he let her. He sought to rub her clitoris; she spread her legs farther apart, swallowing a gracious two centimeters of his length, enabling him to make her come.
"Fuck, Kamiko!" Izuku choked as his orgasm began to build, pounding into her with every curse. "I love you so much!"
"Then promise you're going to make up the past four months with the most rambunctious intercourse possible!"
"I promise!"
Hot pinks and deep violets joined the assortment of stars. Kamiko was getting close. So close. Almost there. "Izuku …" she managed to get out between all the moaning and groaning. "Impale me."
Her boyfriend did as told. Izuku pulled out all the way before slamming into her with full force, making her shudder against the ceramic tile wall. Steaming water ran over the both of them, compensating for wherever their bodies could not reach. He did it again. And again. And again. Until Kamiko shrieked as the last of the supernovas erupted. Until she rode her orgasm through the last vestiges. Come slid down her thighs, sticking to Izuku's legs, until the water carried them to the drain.
Izuku reached up to swallow her little huffs of breath as he joined in her glorious ecstasy. Kamiko felt the hot white liquid explode inside the condom inside her. Together, they slumped down the wall below the shower head. A heap of arms and legs.
Then they laughed.
"That was better than I had imagined," Izuku coughed out in between bouts of amusement.
Kamiko leaned her forehead against his shoulder. "I sure hope so. At least, I know I can still make you come like crazy."
Izuku was still inside her. So he brought her near him until she was thoroughly across his lap, and he gave her a sweet kiss to the cheek. "My goddess, you have no idea how crazy you have always made me. Every single time we are intimate, you find new ways to surprise me. I'm always intrigued to know what you'll come up with next. So don't doubt your performance in the bedroom, Kamiko. You're spectacular."
She looked up at him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "You really mean it?"
"I do," he responded without hesitation.
"Then know that you are an absolute freak in the sheets, angel. You do not disappoint at all." Then in a much naughtier tone, she continued, "Brace yourself because we are not done with the shower just yet. Be prepared to be dirtied and cleaned so many times by my hands and mouth."
Kamiko got off him, mourning a bit at the loss of his cock inside her, but relished the idea of having it inside her soon again. Ushering him to stand up by the opposite corner of the shower head, she gestured for him to balance himself against either wall.
She crawled toward him and sat on her knees, thighs spread so he could see her sex in its full entirety.
He was randy; so was she. Depraved thoughts swirled in his eyes, and Kamiko wanted to turn each of them into reality.
"I look forward to it," he said, parroting her words from their first time a year ago.
Kamiko smiled lasciviously and took him in her mouth.
Two days after his arrival, Izuku still remained at Kamiko's home. Those forty-eight hours had been marked by lots of cuddling, lots of talking, and lots of raunchy, raunchy sex. So much sex, he was amazed that he could still walk. That Kamiko could still walk.
His fox had taken to wrenching him dry of come every moment she could get. They did not need Echidna's aphrodisiac to drive each other randy with desire. The hours had started to blend together as he spent so much her time with his mouth between her breasts and penis inside her vagina. Day turned to night, morning into evening, sunrise into sunset.
Even now, he was already imagining to take Kamiko over the dining table.
They were in the kitchen, where Kamiko had announced she was going to make them breakfast, despite his repeated attempts at insisting he would do it.
"At least let me assist," Izuku pleaded as Kamiko chopped some onions on a cutting board. "You're doing all the work, and it makes me feel bad for just sitting here doing nothing."
Technically, he was doing something. He was staring at Kamiko's bare behind as she prepared toast and omelettes for them. Donned in nothing but a 'FUCK THE COOK' red apron, Kamiko had chosen to start the morning with no clothes whatsoever. She had to have known what she was doing. Because Izuku had decided to copy her and take it one step further: to roam the house utterly naked. No aprons, no towels, nothing. She had to have known what her bare ass and bare back were going to do to him.
His erection had already began to build once he spotted her at the stove; now it was only growing as he kept himself from penetrating her.
Kamiko refused. "You're my guest; I'm the host. It is the host's responsibility to ensure the guest receives the most hospitable stay possible."
Izuku got up and walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, underneath the apron, where her milk glands were. He tweaked one of them with his thumb and forefinger while slipping the other one to her clitoris, tracing circles in counterclockwise motion. "You've been doing such a splendid job of that, though. Let me help you." He punctuated his point with a slide of his cock against her behind. Even giving a little nudge into her core.
She turned her head back to look at him, fully understanding what he intended to do. "You can. Later. But right now, let me treat you. Now go back to your seat."
Frustrated, Izuku returned to his seat, trying to tamper down the arousal. He tried to satiate himself with renditions of Kamiko sprawled out on the table in front of him. Feasting on her sex. Banging her until the table legs broke. Maybe even eating morself of food right off her sternum. But now that he had the real thing an innumerable number of times, simply fantasizing about making love to her did not have the same charm as actually doing it.
So he observed her whisk the eggs, add the onions, put some spices, pour some oil onto a frying pan, pour the omelette concoction onto the pan, cook it, flip it, heat some slices of bread in the toaster. Then do the same with a second batch of eggs and bread. Kamiko served both plates of their breakfast along with glasses of orange juice.
Quietly, both of them ate their meals. Though, they kept making dirty glances at one another. Kamiko tried her luck by rubbing her foot up his leg beneath the dining table. He reciprocated by grabbing that foot and rubbing his free hand along the length of it. Up her shin, as far he could reach.
"What are your plans for today?" Kamiko inquired innocently, trailing her other foot, too.
He grabbed that one as well and subjected it to the same loving treatment as he had done with the other one. "Mom called me, so I'll visit her today. I should be back by evening."
She nodded, taking a sip of her juice. "Then would you like to see a movie in my room when you get back? Or do you want to go somewhere?"
Izuku decided to get straight to the point. "Well, lately whenever we try to see a movie together, you get handsy, and we forget all about it. By the time the post-credits are rolling, we've gone at least four rounds. And as for going somewhere … where would you like to have public sex?"
"Aw, no games?"
"Goddess, that depends on where you want to play them. I don't mind, but don't play it for so long that I can't hold back anymore."
She was still playing naive. "Is that so? Have I been playing with you?"
He nodded vigorously. "Take all the time you want with that juice. Because once you're done, I'm going to drink your come like it's water."
Her ears rose straight up in anticipation. "On this table?"
"On this very table."
After that, both of them ate the rest of their meals at their normal speeds. But the ambiance had turned from seductive teasing to outright glee at the prospect of making good on that teasing. Minutes later, they cleaned up and returned to the kitchen to act on that foreplay, condom already worn.
Izuku wasted no time in unknotting the apron around Kamiko's neck and back and hoisting her onto the table. All the mats and bowls and accessories had been cleared away, leaving them perfect access to ravish each other without fear of breaking or sullying something. Except for one item: a bottle of honey.
Kamiko passed the bottle to him, and he accepted it. "Eat me," she ordered, lying out on the table, stretching out so that her hard nipples and glistening sex were his to admire. A temple of a goddess whom he wished to worship. "Eat me out."
He moved in between her legs, which were hanging off the edge, and proceeded to squeeze the golden contents of the bottle on her neck. Down her jugular, down her collar, down her sternum, down her stomach, up to her genitals started. His fantasies were about to come to fruition, and he was all too happy to oblige to her commands.
Izuku started from above her clit, licking and lapping his way up her body. Kamiko ran her fingers through his hair, dragging his mouth closer to her incredible skin like she could taste the sweetness of the honey for herself. No worries, he told himself. He was going to grant that desire soon enough. Tossing her legs over his shoulders, Izuku travelled further up her body. Properly adoring it, properly ravishing it. He fondled with her ass, grabbing and molding the cheeks, giving it a light slap which elicited ravenous sounds from her.
Her sex rubbed against his body as he climbed higher. He loved it. So much so that he began rutting against it. Rubbing back and forth against her clitoris, deepening the sounds of carnal delight emitting from her. She shut her eyes and arched her back, bring her stomach even closer to him. Kamiko's legs locked behind his neck, keeping him pressed against her.
He gave a long lick from her belly button to where her breasts stopped. "Izuku," she breathed. "Do it again. Please." And he did. He poured more honey onto the area and ran his tongue over the skin again. During one of these repetitions, he stuck his fingers into the honey before bringing them to her mouth.
"Suck them like you're sucking my dick."
Kamiko brought all three fingers, the ones he used regularly to finger-fuck her, the ones dripping with golden viscous liquid, into her mouth. She licked them, sucked them, savored them like she really was taking in his cock like the demonness she was. Absolutely fucking glorious. Izuku was determined to drag this out for as long as he could. Which was he moved down to her genitals and made love to them like she was making love to his fingers. Still one hand inside her mouth and one hand on her ass, he laved his tongue along her folds. Drinking the arousal like water. Like nectar. As he had promised.
She tasted fucking spectacular. Salt, sugar, sin. All his favorite things. Izuku took her clit between his lips, giving it a little bite. Kamiko moaned like she was thrown into the depths of passion. Then he kissed it. She sighed a long sigh. Another bite, another kiss. A third bite, a third kiss. He pinpointed the exact moment of her orgasm. Of when her thighs stopped quivering, when they unlocked themselves from his neck, when they hung limply on his shoulders, begging for more ravishment.
"My Greek god. Your goddess demands more sex. Don't keep her waiting," she spoke after a long time, face flushed, still devouring his fingers.
He grinned against her folds. "Ironic for someone who teased me all morning with her nearly naked body."
"I'll make it up to you by waking you up with intercourse. How would you like to wake up to see your dick inside me as I ride it up and down?"
Izuku returned to roaming her torso again. Stomach, breastbone, breasts. Bites, kisses, suckling. All the sexy things. "I would like that very much, and I'm going to hold you to it."
"Done," she breathed. She took his hand out of her mouth and brought it to her chest. "Finish what you started."
"Oh, I started it? Alright then. As my goddess wishes."
Izuku drank up the rest of the honey, giving her a taste of the sugary syrup as he reached her lips. Perhaps the best breakfast of his life. He spread her ass cheeks farther apart as he entered her mid-kiss. Kamiko arched her back once more, deepening the kiss with her hands cradling either side of his face. And with her legs still on his shoulders, Izuku made love to her on the table. In and out. Back and forth. His every thrust was met with her caresses to his face, his back, his waist, his balls, his thighs. It did not take long for her claws to protrude from her fingertips, but she was careful not to gouge him.
Lightning bolts appeared in his vision as he sought release. Flashes of white-hot light with accompanying thunder that reduced his entire world down to this. Him and Kamiko. Them fucking each other to tomorrow. Kamiko shuddered against him, the last of her stars of delight exploding. His release came as a raging storm, and he gave one last push into her, marvelling at how perfect intimacy seemed between them.
They ended the kiss with no more than a millimeter's gap between their mouths. "I love you, Kamiko," he murmured against her lips.
"I love you, too, Izuku. I missed you so much."
"So did I. I'll make it up to you. Promise."
Izuku stood in front of the bathroom mirror, tugging his collar up for the umpteenth time.
Kamiko's makeup job had been solid. Great, even. But there were still faint marks here and there. The kind of marks that had no business being on display in polite company, much less in front of his mother. He was not sure if it was the angle of the afternoon light or the sheer intensity of what they had gotten up to just hours before, but even under concealer and fabric, the evidence remained.
He let out a groan, running a hand through his hair, then grabbed a hoodie from his bag. Maybe the hood up would help. He glanced in the mirror again. Nope. Izuku still looked like a guy who had just survived a very passionate vacation.
When he stepped into the nostalgic warmth of his childhood apartment, his mom was already bustling in the kitchen. "Izuku!" she called, poking her head out and grinning. "I thought I heard you come in. I made chicken katsudon - your favorite!"
He smiled despite himself. "Thanks, Mom."
They hugged. She held him tighter than usual. As tight as she had at the airport. He did not think much of it at first, believing it was just a mother who missed her son very much, until he felt her hand shift against his back and pause. Her brows furrowed, and she leaned back and gave him a once-over, eyes narrowing just slightly.
Then her gaze dropped to the base of his neck. Oh, shit.
"My baby," she started, her voice laced with curiosity and just a tinge of maternal suspicion. "What happened here?"
Izuku stiffened. "W-what?"
"I could swear there's something right …" She reached for his hoodie, gently pulling the zipper down just a bit. "Here."
"M-m-must be a rash. Maybe from the scarf … Kamiko's scarf! Yeah, wool. Real itchy stuff."
His mother looked at him. Just looked. That deeply knowing, mother-knows-everything look. Then, with the patience of someone who has changed his diapers and still kept a photo album of his bath time at age five, she asked, "Izuku. Are those claw marks?"
He felt blood course through his whole body, making it turn red. "It's …" His voice cracked halfway through the sentence. "Kamiko was really happy to see me?"
There was a moment of silence. A long one.
His mom blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice.
And then she turned away, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, "I did ask for a strong, confident girl, didn't I?"
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, unsure if he should feel embarrassed, proud, or maybe both. Maybe it was best that his mother seemed rather accepting of his and Kamiko's status. "Lunch will be ready in ten," she called over her shoulder, already back to chopping green onions. "You're setting the table."
"Yes, Mom," he replied quickly, trying not to trip over his feet as he fled to the cabinets.
He could still hear the tiniest laugh under her breath.
Kamiko was very happy to see him.
And apparently, that was all the explanation needed.