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Fuyumi Todoroki walked down the silent hallway. The only sound that could be heard was the slight clatter of the dishes she had on the tray in her hands. She made her way to her father’s study, as she did nearly every night, apart from the ones when he wasn’t home. She opens the door with her foot, the massive, barrel-chested man’s turquoise eyes focused on the documents he had in his hands. Fuyumi sat down the tray on his desk, several kinds of small dishes together that were prepared to give him all the energy and nutrients he would need to continue working. She had long since given up on trying to enjoy a meal together with him, or any of them really. Shouto and Natsuo moved out as soon as they could; Touya refused to speak to anyone without venom dripping from his every word in his hospital room; and her mother was functionally catatonic in the room she occupied. Assistant Police Commissioner Enji Todoroki had no interest in his family, only in ascending rank.
“I brought you dinner, dad.” He gives her a grunt, and she knows that is the closest she’s going to get to a thank-you, so she turns on her heels and leaves. As she looks into the dark corridor before her, she decides then and there what she’ll do. She walks into her room and opens the small drawer by her nightstand, taking out a package of cigarettes and a lighter before making her way out of their home and standing by the gate. The streets were empty; all she heard was the buzz of the lampposts as she pulled one of them free before putting the filter between her lips and bringing the flame from her lighter to the end. She takes a drag, letting the smoke fill her lungs before she lets it out through her nose. She felt a touch of guilt when it came to her small white crutch; it was probably one of the least concerning vices she could have, but she thought of her doctor younger brother and what he would have to say about it: ‘Then again, if he cared, he’d be here…’ She sighs, feeling shame fill her lungs instead of the soothing nicotine. It was unfair of her to say that about him.
Fuyumi, being the only daughter, was spared the same expectations that were thrust upon her younger brothers—the same expectations that led to Touya’s psychotic break and got him put into the hospital—that made Natsuo take a job that put him on the other side of the world or gave Shouto his scar. She missed being a child; things weren’t better then, but at least she had her siblings, and her mother was slightly more responsive. Once it was just the three of them, she fell even deeper into the abyss. Still, on some level, she was jealous of her brothers; they got to leave, and she was grounded here. After all, someone had to make sure the elder Todorokis didn’t die from neglecting their bodies, not that she felt any kind of fulfillment for doing so.
“Fuyu-nee?”
She turns to the voice, and beautiful emeralds swallow her vision, familiar gems that color the sobriquet with the same warmth she remembered from her childhood. There, standing in a short-sleeved shirt that did little to obscure his muscular build, was Izuku Midoriya. A smile comes to grace her expression as she taps the ash off her cigarette. “Hello Izuku-kun! It’s been a while!” She’d seen him a little over half a year ago, remembering the way his tuxedo looked on his large frame. He gives her a smile and waves, a plastic bag in his hand. His mother undoubtedly forced some kind of treat on him after visiting.
He had grown a lot from when she’d first met him—a small, meek boy who was sniffling after getting beaten up by some of the bigger boys when trying to step in to help a bullied girl, worried about going home. She tried easing him up, quickly dashing into her house to grab a first aid kit, and helping clean him up. She managed to get him to smile and thank her for her help. She thought of her brothers when she tried prying a bit into his home life; sure, nothing could stop her policeman father, but she might be able to do something for him. As it turned out, the concern was not for himself but for the ones who’d hurt him. Izuku’s father, Hisashi, was even more terrifying than her own; not that he seemed to do or say anything, but as she stayed in his son’s good graces, the man seemed to have no interest in her. He was tall and imposing, his face sharp and angular, and his eyes spoke of a cold malice barely tempered by his loving wife and son. The man also definitely had dubious morals, as Izuku told her that if his father knew what happened, the older boys would disappear, and he didn’t want to make their families sad. His mother, Inko Midoriya, was Hisashi’s polar opposite, a small and genial woman who exuded warmth and kindness, her round and gentle face detailing just what she was like the way Hisashi’s did the same.
When Izuku was a chubby-cheeked little boy, it was easy to see who he took after, with Inko’s emerald eyes and hair along with her button nose, but now that he was a man, more of Hisashi shone through. He’d grown into more handsome features, his face still carrying some softer lines that were now sculpted by his high cheekbones and strong jaw. The freckles his father had that were barely visible before were now clear under his eyes, having darkened over time and adding a boyish charm that complimented his gorgeous eyes. He’d also shot up like a tree; she remembered how small he was as a boy, but now he stood slightly taller than his father, and when added to the massive amounts of muscle he put on with his martial arts training, he certainly cut a terrifying presence. That was until you actually looked at his face, and the tender kindness of Inko bled through, immediately setting people at ease.
There is sadness in his smile as he walks closer. “Fuyu-nee, it’s good to see you. Would you like to talk?” He holds out his hand, and she glances back at her parent’s house; she would’ve said home if she thought the word applied, so she shrugs her shoulders and decides to follow him. He brings her to a restaurant she remembers from one of his birthday dinners, back when he still lived at home and she saw him every day, before the accident that led to him leaving. They enjoy their meal, catching up on the latest goings-on and telling her about how happy he is. When they finish eating, he orders her an ice cream, putting a smile on his face as she gently raises the spoon to her lips. “I didn’t forget."
She laughs while shaking her head. “I didn’t think you would; you’re really good at that kinda stuff!” He nods. The way he leans forward makes his arms flex, and the warm light above them draws her eyes to the scarred arm. She glances and feels her face flush with shame when she realizes she’s been caught staring. “S-Sorry.” She expects him to be uncomfortable, remembering the way the light had faded from his eyes when she visited him at the hospital, the blonde girl’s hand clinging to his and unwilling to leave his side. Fuyumi remembered being worried he’d be like Touya, but he came out of it, unlike her brother.
He chuckles instead and raises a hand to wave her off. “It’s okay, Fuyu-nee; it’s not that big a deal!” She remembered thinking about it at the wedding, but seeing him like this, she was filled with pride. She hadn’t seen him the several years he’d been away at college and had been surprised when she was invited to the wedding, expecting him to have outgrown needing her around, but he was excited to see her, and as she sat enjoying the simple pleasure of his company, she realized some part of her had missed him too. “Feeling better now?” She wants to refute his claim, but she knows better. She’d tried being vague during their chat, but someone as astute as him found it easy to read between the lines.
“Yes, I am. Thank you, Izuku-kun.” He gives her a grin before excusing himself to the bathroom, and when she took out her clutch to pay, he placed a hand over hers before gently shaking his head, admitting he’d paid on the way back. She wants to admonish him; she was a fully grown adult, and he was still in university! Even if he was graduating soon, he now had a wife to concern himself with, and as she peeked at her phone to check the time, she realized she must’ve been keeping him. He stands, holding out his arm for her to take as he walks her back to her home. She tried insisting that they part ways earlier, but he pressed on, telling her that he wouldn’t be able to sleep well if he didn’t make sure she got home safely. As Fuyumi waved goodbye, she quickly turned on her heel and shut the door, pressing her hands to her face as she slid down the length of the door. Her face was flushed, embarrassed that she let herself be led so easily by someone she once thought of as a younger brother. She enjoyed the warmth of his body, contrasting against the cool breeze of the spring evening.
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The next time she ran into him, he was with his wife, a young brunette woman he met at college and who Fuyumi had heard a lot about. Having remained in the same neighborhood, she would often find herself running into Inko, who loved gushing about her son’s bride, a sure sign that she was an amazing person. There was also the occasional collision with Himiko, who was still a regular presence in the Midoriya home, visiting Inko regularly. The few brushes she had with Hisashi were awkward to say the least; he’d remained the same stern man she knew and, as such, had nothing much to say, but at the very least, Fuyumi never had to keep up a conversation with the man, so that was nice. Fuyumi had arrived earlier from work than usual, which meant she managed to make dinner ahead of time and could just relax. Grabbing her cigarettes, she walked out past their gate and looked into the warm-colored sky, admiring the reds and purples of night beginning to set in. Then she heard his voice again: “Hi Fuyu-nee!” She met those gorgeous emeralds again as he waved excitedly while they made their way down the street, his wife’s arm locked with his.
She gave him a gentle smile and returned his gesture, though hers lacked his energy. The brunette woman waved as well with her free hand; her voice was bright, and Fuyumi could feel the vibrancy rolling off her. “Good evening, Todoroki-san! It’s a pleasure to meet you again; Izuku-kun has had nothing but great things to say about you!” Fuyumi blinked owlishly for a moment before nodding at her. “I know we didn’t get to talk much during the reception, but I’m sure we’ll get along great!”
Fuyumi gave a softer smile to her, “Thank you very much, Ochako-san; I like to think so too.” She glances over at Izuku, who beams with delight at the interaction between the two before turning back to his wife. “Were you visiting your parents, Izuku-kun?”
She watches as his face flushes slightly, and Ochako giggles before patting his broad muscular chest. “Actually, Todoroki-san, Izuku-kun wanted to come visit you~!” Fuyumi’s eyes widen as she glances between the two, and silence hangs for a moment before Izuku holds his hands out.
“T-To be clear, Fuyu-nee, it’s just because we were already in the neighborhood!” She nods, her mouth still open in shock, and her eyes move to watch Ochako, whose lips curled in obvious disagreement.
Fuyumi decides not to press any further, letting herself smile instead, before taking a step forward and gently taking Izuku’s massive hand. “That’s very sweet of you, Izuku-kun; thank you for not forgetting about your big sister!” His lips curl back into a happy grin, and she feels lighter.
“Todoroki-san, would you do us the honor of coming to have dinner with us?”
She responds without missing a beat, the concerns melting off her like frost on a spring morning. “I would love to!” Fuyumi found herself loving every bit of their time together, trading stories of the muscled sweetheart with his wife and laughing at their shared memories. Dinner was always best enjoyed with good company, and the Midoriyas made for excellent company. When they finished their meals and finally found a lull in conversation, Izuku excused himself from the table, leaving Ochako and Fuyumi alone.
The light air of earlier seems to melt as Ochako sighs, “Todoroki-san, may I ask you something?”
“Of course!”
“What do you think about Izuku-kun?”
Fuyumi finds herself blinking owlishly as she stares into unwavering chocolate eyes. The placid expression on the younger woman’s face gives her nothing to work with. She was hoping that silence would force her to clarify, but Ochako sat perfectly still, which forced Fuyumi to test the waters. “W-Well, he’s always been a very wonderful boy, and that doesn’t seem to have changed!” The weak chuckle she gives after an attempt to bring levity to the thick air, but Ochako simply nods.
“So, do you still think of him as the boy you knew as a child?” Fuyumi feels sweat dripping down the back of her neck and takes a sip of her water before clearing her throat.
The ball now in her court, she finds her eyes avoiding the intense gaze of Mrs. Midoriya, her mind flying through every possible interpretation of her actions tonight and the previous, desperate to be sure that she hadn’t crossed any boundaries. None of their brief touches were anything approaching something romantic, nor had they shared anything more intimate than a gentle smile with one another. “Well, I guess? He hasn’t changed much, but he’s certainly happier than I remember him being, which I think is because he met you. So, that’s great!” She glances back at Ochako, hoping her words conveyed the intended message, ‘I am not trying to take your husband!’
Chocolate eyes study her, and after some time, Ochako turns to watch the bar, humming to herself, “He doesn’t talk much about his childhood; I guess there’s a lot of things he doesn’t like remembering.” Fuyumi finds her smile faltering. The image of a beaten young boy trying to staunch the flow of tears comes to mind. “But...” The brunette woman meets Fuyumi’s gaze again, staring deeply into icy blue eyes as she nods. “He told me about you and a few other things. So, I just wanted to know what you think. He really treasures the memories he has of you.” Her face flushes, and the sudden sincerity of Ochako’s voice is a far cry from their earlier jocular storytelling. A hand reaches across, and Fuyumi swallows harshly, feeling it rest over hers. “Fuyumi-san, would you like to come to our apartment sometime? I think Izuku-kun would really love seeing you more often.” She finds herself answering before considering what might lie underneath the brunette woman’s words. All she knew was that the more time she spent away from the cold and indifferent Todoroki estate, the better her life would be.
“I would love to.”
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It took Fuyumi some time to work up the nerve to ask them about visiting, and then when she settled on a day, she had to plan things out. She bought everything she needed for dinner that evening before and the moment she arrived home from work, she started cooking. Quickly, she portioned out what her parents would eat on individual trays and left them in the refrigerator, writing notes and placing them where she knew they would find them. With that done, she dressed herself conservatively, after all she didn’t want Ochako to misunderstand her as she had back at the restaurant. She wore a black turtleneck sweater paired with a cream-colored skirt, a neat small belt wrapped around it and ending at the middle of her shin. As she arrived at their apartment complex, she took a deep breath, the chilly air of the night making her pull her coat closer to herself as she entered an elevator. She walks down a long hallway to find the familiar nameplate, her stomach doing a flip when she knocks.
Izuku opens the door, his sparkling emeralds even more brilliant in the dim light, his massive body takes up almost the entire doorframe “Fuyu-nee! I’m so happy you could make it!”
She gives him a shaky smile as her eyes briefly take in his shirtless appearance “H-Hello Izuku-kun!”
He follows her gaze, and his smile weakens “Oh! S-sorry! It’s just that the kitchen is small, and it gets really hot sowhileIwascookingI-!”
His wife’s voice from deeper inside shuts him up “Izuku-kun, just let her inside already!” Without another word, he moves out of the way, both Fuyumi and Izuku have their faces flushed red as she enters their apartment. Fuyumi finds herself struck with an intense warmth as she enters their living room. The kitchen is a thin strip, separated from the larger room only by a small, windowed breakfast bar. They lack for furniture, which makes sense considering the small area they had, a table low on the ground in a more traditional style. Seated on a cushion, Ochako sits with a large bottle of whiskey next to her “Hello Todoroki-san, would you like a drink? Dinner’s almost ready!” Fuyumi takes a moment to consider the offer, and Ochako takes note of her reticence “Please don’t think much about it, worst case scenario we set you up with somewhere to sleep it off here!”
“Well… I guess I can have a drink then!”
After an amazing meal and several drinks, the trio find themselves inebriated. Izuku rests his head on his wife’s thigh while she gently plays with his hair, Fuyumi sits across from them, one knee up while the other leg lays flat on the ground, her cheek resting on her thigh, enjoying the view as they show their gentle and tender intimacy.
“Your hair’s so springy~!” Izuku grumbles a response, totally inaudible to Fuyumi but Ochako responds with a snort “Please you have more hair products than I’ve ever seen!”
“Occhan~!” His pained moan is something that makes her giggle, the muscular young man whining like a puppy at his wife’s feet was a real sight. Ochako switches to gently scratching his head, giggling to herself as his eyes slowly close, a delighted hum leaving his lips as he drifts to sleep.
She looks over to Fuyumi, noting how her eyes focus on Izuku, and raises an eyebrow. It takes Fuyumi an entire minute to realize she was being watched, and once it registers her face burns red. “It’s not a big deal Todoroki-san, like you said, it’s nice to see him relaxed, right?”
“Y-Yeah!” She winces at how loud her voice sounds in the silence of the small apartment. “Sorry…” Ochako tilts her head slightly, observing her closely before nodding. Fuyumi’s eyes again trail back to Izuku and takes a deep breath. She reaches over for her phone and unlocks it before taking a picture of his sleeping face. She glances at Ochako, a weak giggle leaving her lips as she waves her phone slightly as she mutters “I, uh, thought it would be a nice picture to send to Inko-san.” Ochako hums but says nothing, letting Fuyumi look away and quickly send it off in a text.
“Fuyumi-san, please forgive me if this is too much, but I was wondering something. Izuku-kun said you were there to help him a lot when he was a kid.” She nods, unsure where the conversation was going but also afraid of divulging too much in her drunken state. “If Izuku-kun needed your help today, would you still try to?”
“Of course!”
She slaps a palm over her mouth, watching as he grumbles lowly, turning onto his side and readjusting himself. Ochako smiles as she gently scratches him again, cooing lightly as he returns to slumber. “Izuku-kun and I really want to get a house, but we don’t make enough money for banks to be willing to discuss financing.” Fuyumi feels her lips curl, her family came from means definitely, but that had nothing to do with her nor did she have the sway to be able to convince her father to help them. “We’ve been doing some things for extra income, and I was wondering if you might be willing to help us out!”
Fuyumi leans forward, raising her voice again “Of course! Anything you need!” Relieved that they didn’t want money, she was prepared to throw herself fully into it. Ochako raises an eyebrow before taking out her phone and unlocking it, holding it out for Fuyumi to take. She stares at it in curiosity before taking it, reading on the screen “Analytics for Green Tea Productions” scrolling through, she finds thumbnails to videos as well as prices and sales. She wonders what they could be when one particularly explicit thumbnail catches her eyes. Izuku sits on the ground, his muscular body tied up in intricate patterns of rope, over his eyes is a blindfold and in his mouth is a red ball gag, beyond that he wore absolutely nothing, his massive erection standing at attention. Beneath the image, the title reads “Green Rope Bunny!”
“Well, Fuyumi-san?” Her eyes are wide as she turns back to meet Ochako’s cool gaze “Are you sure you’d be interested in helping?”
Fuyumi drops the phone, but it makes a muffled sound against the carpeted floor beneath her. Her eyes flit over to Izuku’s sleeping form, none the wiser that his wife had just propositioned her, and yet, despite his angelic face, the image of the thumbnail pops into her mind. Until recently, she hadn’t thought of Izuku much, at least not the one across from her; occasionally, the memory of the kind boy popped up. Meeting Ochako’s gaze again, she finds her mouth dry but tries swallowing anyway.
“U-um, if I s-said yes, wh-what are we d-doing?”
And as she watched a grin spread on Ochako’s face, Fuyumi wondered if that was an appropriate expression for a married woman to be making.
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Ochako explained that it would be better if she talked things over with Izuku herself, and so Fuyumi went home, waiting for the next invitation. It was only a few days later when she received a text from Izuku that read, “Good evening, Fuyu-nee. I hope you’re available this coming weekend. If not, please let us know.” She quickly responded in the affirmative: her weekends were mostly spent at home, mindlessly attending to chores. On the morning of, she made breakfast for everyone as usual before making dinner as well, she was unfamiliar with how these things worked so it was better to leave things ready in the event it was a full day affair. The word “affair” lingered and brought to mind the last relationship she’d had.
His name was Keigo Takami, and he’d been one of the youngest people to ever make detective. She met him when he visited her father on a police matter. Her father didn’t seem fond of him, but Enji Todoroki had few people he was fond of, including his own family, so Fuyumi didn’t pay it much mind. Keigo was playful and light-hearted, a very needed change when compared to the dour and serious faces of the Todoroki house. He was smiles and warmth, and in that sense, he reminded her of Izuku, though he also had a certain roguish charm about him. His blonde hair disheveled like he’d just gotten out of bed, and stubble graced his face, but not enough to say he looked unkempt. When he asked her on a date, she was beyond excited. Having spent most of her time at home and at work meant her choices for a love life were scarce at best, and someone as handsome as Keigo was even more unlikely.
That first date led to many more, and for a while Fuyumi was happy, but then the facade fell when her father came home one day with a manilla folder. He handed it to her without a word, his lips curled in a harsher line than usual. She opened it and found pictures of Keigo with a number of other women; if it had been one, maybe she could’ve convinced herself that there had to be a misunderstanding, but by the fifth woman, she knew she couldn’t deny what was in front of her. She called him, knowing she would break down in front of him if she had to look at him one last time. She refused to give him the satisfaction. She hated that she still managed to spill some tears at his fake expression of torment over her leaving him, but at the very least it was over.
Fuyumi had taken the time to check out a few of their videos, having a job but still living with her parents meant that there was little by way of expenses in her life. As it turned out, the thumbnail she saw was barely scrapping the surface of what they did. While she only watched the sample video for most of them, they painted a clear picture regardless. Izuku and Ochako were very much in love, and through the medium of these videos, they went about exploring one another’s limits. That intrigue was why she bought one, the thumbnail had been burned into her memory since she’d seen it.
“Green Rope Bunny!” started with a slow fade in, Izuku already only in his boxer briefs while his wife embraced him from behind, an eager grin on her face as she rests her chin on his shoulder. “I’m Tea!”
Izuku follows with a gentle smile, “And I’m Green.”
“And we’re Green Tea!”
“And today we have something special in mind~!” Ochako giggles as her hands rub her husband’s expansive chest. “I’m going to work him over good~!” One of her hands comes up from his chest to stroke his cheek, her chocolate eyes focusing on her husband as he looks at the camera, nervous excitement clear on his face. “You don’t mind if I take my time, right, babe?”
Izuku turns his head, pressing a gentle peck to his wife’s lips, his voice heavy as he swallows, “My body is yours.” Ochako squeals in delight, sitting up and placing her hands on his shoulders. She hops off the bed, walking around him and revealing her outfit to the screen. A black leather bustier glints in the light of their room; heart-shaped cuts reveal her nipples. Paired with it is a pair of the excessively small panties, swallowed by her voluptuous figure; the thin strands would undoubtedly leave a mark when she finally decided to take them off.
She turns her back to the camera, the wet sounds of open-mouthed kissing filling Fuyumi’s ear as Ochako’s ass fills the screen. The gossamer-thin string that ran along her waist was swallowed entirely by her ass as she leans forward. After a fair amount of time, she pulls away a strand of saliva connecting her lips to her husband, as well as showing off the very overt bulge. “Be a good boy and keep your hands at your side~!” Izuku nods, following her order as Ochako reaches down to palm his erection. She strokes it slowly, giggling as her husband hisses behind his teeth. “You got so hard so fast~!” He gives a very slight nod, his eyes staring deeply into hers as she picked up speed. A wet spot appears at the tip of his bulge, and he hisses, leaning back and pushing himself deeper into her hand. “Wow~! You’re already so excited, and we’ve barely started~!”
“S-Sorry!” His voice is tight, a whimper trailing off at the end.
She giggles, tightening her hold and drawing another pained hum from him. “Don’t apologize, it’s really sexy~! But one thing~!” He looks over to her and opens his mouth, silenced by tone as her eyes narrow at him. “Don’t speak unless told to; got it gorgeous?” He clamps his mouth shut, nodding furiously, and is rewarded with an increase in her hand’s speed. Her other hand reaches behind his neck, gently squeezing the back as she was unable to wrap it entirely around his neck.
She lets go of his erection, slipping her fingers under his waistband and tugging it down low enough to free it. Fuyumi’s eyes shoot wide as she sees it; while the briefs hadn’t been exactly modest, they bunched him up enough to obscure the real size of it. As the hand returned to stroking, Fuyumi felt her face flush, the thick mast so big the fingers couldn’t close around it properly. She watched it ripple as the hand pumped up and down the full length, stopping just under the head before sliding back down the shaft. On the bulbous head, fluid begins to leak, the vibrant red tip occasionally twitching as it does.
Ochako lets go suddenly, and she giggles as her husband squeaks out a pained whimper. She shifts on the bed, a hand trailing up his abs to his shoulder as she wraps herself around him from behind. She looks at the camera, a coquettish grin on her face as she grabs his face, making a show of his flushed and aroused expression. “I bet your cock’s so hard it hurts, huh, baby~?” He nods, and she hums against the back of his head. “Good boy, remembering only to speak when told to~! I think that gets you a reward~!” She feels the flexing of his muscles as he swallows harshly, her hands moving down to his chest. Fuyumi finds her lips parting as Ochako’s fingers delicately trace circles around his nipples, a shudder apparent as her nails ghost across his skin. “If you’re enjoying this, then thank our viewers~! They’re the reason we can even do this, baby~!”
Izuku takes a breath, nodding slowly before looking deeply into the camera. Fuyumi feels warmth spreading across her face as his emerald gaze seems to look directly into her eyes. “Th-thank you very much for buying our videos and letting me feel this g-g-goooo-!” Her fingers take his hard nipples, rolling them, and the change in sensation pulls a groan from him, silencing his words of gratitude. She pulls on them slightly, letting them go as the hard nubs spring against him.
“I have an idea~!” She moves from her place behind him, opening the drawer in the nightstand and pulling out a blindfold. She slips it on his head, giggling as he gasps in surprise, “This’ll be fun~!” He shifts slightly, but she grabs his biceps immediately. “No moving~!” He swallows again as he nods, and she goes to the drawer again, this time pulling out a massage wand along with some small pink bullet vibrators. Fuyumi was remorseful for knowing them well; Keigo had been very fond of toys. Ochako turns on one of the bullet vibrators, leaving them on a low setting before gently bringing them to Izuku’s left nipple. His cock twitches as she traces small circles just as she had with her fingers; her chuckle comes out huskier than before, pressing a gentle kiss on his shoulder as she continues to tease him. “One of these days, I’m gonna make you cum with just your nipples~!” She looks at the camera, winking as she presses the vibrator to the hard bud. “I bet you guys would love that, watching him squirm as he shoots his thick cum all over himself~!”
Izuku’s tongue flicks over his lips, and Fuyumi mirrors him, in awe of how erotic his vulnerable state is. Ochako’s other hand takes the wand and flicks it on; the buzzing noise makes him flinch slightly. She presses it to his hip, slowly trailing her way down to his knee, before pushing it against the inside of his muscular thighs. The gray bulb presses against the bed, sliding up with the same agonizingly tepid pace. Then it finally hits paydirt, nestled snuggly under his erection, pressed against his smooth balls. Fuyumi watches him fight every instinct to pull away, the sensation probably too intense for his sensitive member, having been left so close to the end earlier. “You like that, baby~?” He nods furiously, and she bites her lower lip, a throaty chuckle in her response as she turns the vibration up on the wand. He moans as he throws his head back; the tip of his erection leaks like a broken faucet, furiously twitching as he tries to resist again. “You don’t have to hold back~!” She presses her lips to his ear, nibbling on his earlobe before she whispers harshly.
“Cum!”
Fuyumi pants as she watches thick strands of white fluid land all over his thighs and abdomen. “You did great holding on~!” She turns the toys off and puts them to the side, her hands reaching up and grabbing his face, cradling him delicately as she presses their lips together. She opens her mouth, and he pants into her kiss, their tongues visible as they dance together. When she finally breaks away, his emerald eyes are glazed over, clearly still coming down from the high of his intense orgasm. “And you’re still so hard~!” Her hand reaches down, and Fuyumi’s thighs squeeze together, seeing just how eager he was. “Since you did so well, I think you’ve earned another reward~!” She watches off the screen, coming back with a red spool of something. Playfully tapping his shoulder, she giggles, “Come on, get into position!” He takes a deep breath before going to the floor, sitting in Seiza before spreading his legs. He puts his arms behind his back and closes his eyes as Ochako takes her place behind him, undoing the spool and starting. A series of lines go across his body, forming diamond patterns across his scarred flesh; knots and ties go down his chest; a loop forms around his balls; and a small ribbon is tied at the base of his erection. His feet are tied to his thighs, and his hands are bound behind him, the strands forming an intricate picture that reminds Fuyumi of lingerie.
Once she was finished, Ochako sat next to him, one of her fingers reaching down and tapping the bulbous head of his cock. “Beautiful, isn’t he? I think we’re missing one more thing before we can start again~!” She moves to the nightstand again, pulling out a ball gag on a thin leather strap. “Open up~!” Izuku does as he’s told, allowing her to slip the red ball into his mouth, humming in delight as she secures it. She winks at the camera as she holds up tape, her hand sliding across the bed and grabbing the bullet vibrators again. She uses the tape to secure them to his nipples and the ropes to hold the controllers. A confused sound is heard from behind the gag, which then turns to moans when she turns them on at full force.
She hops onto the bed, swinging her legs over his shoulder, the soles of her feet tapping away on his thighs. Her hands caress his face; she turns to rest her cheek on the crown of his head. Peering into the camera, Ochako giggles, “I think you’re really gonna like this~!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she wraps her feet around his erection and begins to pump, the motion surprisingly smooth considering what she was using. “I went out of my way to get a pedicure in preparation~! My feet are as smooth and soft as they could possibly be~!” He groans through the gag, and she turns her head to press kiss after kiss to his head. Fuyumi’s hands rub her arms, her body closing in on itself as she watches his cock twitch in excitement. Ochako’s breasts push into the back of his neck, and she leans forward, her chocolate eyes peering down at the way his hips struggle against his bonds, wanting to thrust in her hold.
He feels the knot in his stomach tense, and she must have noticed the same because she immediately pulled away. “Nope~!” He writhes in his trapped position; Fuyumi’s mouth feels dry as she watches his muscles flex; the red parachute cord digs in and shows off his crafted body. Ochako sits back, her feet pushing against his back and sending him tumbling forward, unable to do anything as his chin hits the carpeted ground. She gets up from the bed, reaching down and grabbing him by the hair, gently tugging him so that he can lie in the same position but in profile, his erection touching the floor. “Now, don’t shoot on the floor, okay? It’s so hard to get your cum out~!” She brings a pillow from the bed and places it under his chin; another gives her knees a place to rest on as she gets behind him again. A loud slap cracks as Ochako palms his tight, muscled ass. Fuyumi gives up on resisting the feeling; she pushes a hand between her thighs, gently thrusting forward and letting her excitement guide her movements.
Ochako looks to the camera, making a circle with her thumb and index finger, winking before pushing her tongue through it, licking around in wild, erratic circles. She giggles, bringing her hands to his ass and spreading him, blowing a kiss to the camera before pushing her face into him. Izuku groans, his cock twitching furiously, and that goads Fuyumi further, pushing rougher against her hand as he cries out in pleasure, unable to do anything besides let his wife toy with his body. He convulses, his cock spasms, the tip leaking furiously as he resists his natural reaction. He fights in earnest, only to then struggle when his wife’s hand reaches out and begins to stroke him in concert with her tongue. She turns her head, digging in deeply, humming into him as she picks up speed with her hand. Pulling back, she presses a kiss to the small of his back. “Good boy~! I know how much you love this, but you’re holding on so well~!” She laps at his balls, giggling as she prepares to pop one into her mouth. “Just a little bit more, baby~!” Now her tongue swirls around his smooth and hefty balls, teasing and exciting him further.
After a few minutes, she stops and pulls away fully. Fuyumi can’t stop watching the way his cock flexes toward his abdomen, every muscle flexing to keep him from tipping over the edge. Ochako swats him on the ass, getting up and showing a small black toy to the camera, tugging a cord with a controller next to it. Fuyumi feels herself nearing the edge herself as she realizes what it is—a vibrating butt plug. Ochako presses a finger to her lips, miming a shushing gesture before circling back to her husband. “Okay baby, last step~!” Fuyumi gasps as she watches her press the toy against Izuku’s ass without pause. Mrs. Midoriya quickly rises to her feet, tugging her husband‘s shoulder and bringing him back to an upright position, his erection an irritated red and looking just about ready to explode. “Alrighty, time for your reward~!” She dives to the ground and swallows him down in a single move, and Fuyumi climaxes together with him, watching the way his balls jump slightly as he shoots every bit of himself inside her. She leans forward, feeling her entire body seize as she takes in every detail of his beauty. A small trail of saliva slides down the side of his mouth, his jaw tight around it, probably biting down. Sweat trickles down his forehead, his head thrown back as a deep and animalistic growl is bitten back by the gag. His entire body shakes, the release everything he’d been waiting for. When he finally relaxes, Ochako slides up and down his length a few times, making sure she has everything before looking to the camera and holding her mouth open. The amount he shot on his chest looked paltry compared to what was pooled in her mouth, her teeth and tongue entirely obscured by his cum. She giggles before closing her mouth, tilting her head back so that her neck muscles are visible while she swallows it all down.
She smacks her lips with an exaggerated moan of delight. “You taste so good~! Well, time for the real show to start~!” Ochako grabs the small controller connected to the plug, pressing a kiss to Izuku’s cheek. Then he struggles again, every one of his muscles flexing as she hits a button. Somehow throughout this entire show, his erection stood proud, showing his excitement like a dog’s tail.
Now was no different.
She presses her breasts to him, her hard nipples grinding into his chest as she sits comfortably on his lap. His erection nestles perfectly against her, welcomed in the cleft of her ass as she reaches behind and undoes the ball gag. “Stick your tongue out~!” He does so without hesitation, and she sucks on it aggressively, her hands grabbing his head and forcing it back. He lets out a small sound; its craven timbre ignites an intense hunger in her actions. Her hips thrust, rising and falling as she strokes him with her pliant, soft rear. She breaks the kiss, thrilled by his heavy panting as her thumbs gently stroke his cheek. “Are you ready, baby~?” He bites his lower lip and swallows down the saliva that had pooled; nodding, he sucks in a deep breath.
“P-Please~! I want to fuck your pussy so bad~!”
“Good boy~!” She lifts her hips up enough to rub his tip to her slick entrance, just as excited as he was to finally embrace again. Slamming her hips down in one thrust, she presses his forehead against hers; a gasping moan leaves her as his mouth hangs open, a throaty groan rolling from deep within him. As they both even out, she begins to raise her hips slowly before dropping them just as suddenly as before; every time their hips meet, a loud, meaty thwack pairs with it. Izuku grunts from behind his lips, and Ochako cries out in pleasure, unashamed about how loud she is. Her hands remain on his face, moving him so that his expression is clearly visible. Her face can only be caught in profile, but her eyes peer to the camera from her peripheral, and they narrow. Her lips curl into a prideful, unctuous smile, riding the high not only of how she plays with her husband but also that it is hers to have.
Fuyumi noted how unfamiliar she looked, and yet her eyes continued to drift back to him. The raw, licentious pleasure he was too shy to show on his face with the same gusto his wife did. It was intoxicating, and Fuyumi ground herself against her hand again. Ochako presses her face into the side of his, making his chin rest on her shoulder so the camera can capture every detail of his desperate face. “You love that, don’t you, baby~? Love the way your fat cock keeps digging out my walls?” He gasps; dirty talk had been something he’d never expected to excite him, but much like everything else he learned about himself, she taught him a lot. He sucks in a deep breath as he feels her walls clench around him, knowing she’d just came lightly. He feels her legs move so that her shins are now on his thighs, the leverage making it easier for her to build up speed as she continued to ride him. “You love my tight pussy, don’tcha~? The way I work this dick makes you go wild~! Answer me!”
He bites down on his lip, nodding before panting, “I love fucking your pussy! I n-never want to stop~! Please squeeze everything out of my dick~!” The vulgar language shocks Fuyumi, his cries of desperation thrilling her in a way she refuses to reflect on. Ochako giggles in response, picking up even more speed; the loud slap of flesh also seems louder as she reaches down and grabs the remote for the plug. Her thumb pushes something, and Izuku lets out a strangled cry in response.
She lets it drop haphazardly, keeping him facing the camera as she licks up a trail of sweat along the side of his face. “Alright, I know you’ve been trying to hold back; don’t!” He whimpers as she bites down on the helix of his ear, her hips moving furiously. “Cum as much as you want; we aren’t done yet~!” Her hand squeezes his shoulder tightly, and he lets loose a moan from deep in his chest, rumbling as Fuyumi finishes again. “Give it to me, baby~!” She slams her hips to his one last time, and Fuyumi slowly cokes down from her own dizzying high, her eyes watching as his balls jump again and again. They take some time, breathing and collecting themselves before Ochako lifts herself up, reaching back so she can spread herself for the camera, moving agonizingly slow as she shows the way her folds try clinging to his erection. Once the head slips out with a popping noise, she sits back down, their combined fluids dribbling out and making a mess of his public hair. She giggles as she presses her face into his neck, affectionately peppering him with kisses. The scene fades to black, and all Fuyumi can hear is his heavy breathing, along with playful sobriquets coming from his wife.
The experience had been something, and she was content with her purchase if nothing else.
Fuyumi had chosen to dress the way she usually did, not wanting to make it seem she was too eager to hop into bed with a boy she’d had a hand in raising. She wore a black turtleneck sweater and a neat cream skirt that went down past her knees. Over that, she wore a matching coat, making sure she gave away almost nothing. ‘I never thought I’d be doing anything like this…’ She thought as she made her way to their apartment, gently knocking.The door opened, and she was welcomed in by Ochako, looking around for Izuku only to see his emerald eyes peeking from behind a corner. Once their gazes met, he slowly stepped out, his face burning red as he walked towards them, Fuyumi’s face filling with the same embarrassment. “H-Hi Fuyu-nee… h-how’s your morning been so f-far?”
“G-Good! I, uh, got everything for the day done, so I’m here!” He nods, his shaky smile warbling slightly as he does so, his wife sighing next to him. She takes Fuyumi's coat, hanging it before crossing her arms and rolling her eyes at her husband.
“Izuku-kun, relax, wouldja?” His head whips to meet his wife’s unamused stare, and he flinches slightly as her lips curl into a pout. “Yer makin’ me antsier than ah awlready am!” He shakes his head, opening his mouth to respond before she rolls her eyes and continues, “Sides, most folk’d be over the moon that they’d be gettin’ ta be wit their first love!”
Izuku jumped, his anxiety skyrocketing and his face burning more than it ever had. He whirled towards his wife, “Occhan! Why would you say that?!” Surprised by her husband’s tone, she quickly turns to see Fuyumi’s eyes, wide with shock.
“You had feelings for me?”
His shoulders droop as he gives a meek nod, unwilling to say the words because then it would be too real. Instead, he glares out of his peripheral at his wife, who pouts despite her shame. “Ah didn’t think ya didn’t tell ‘er…” Izuku sighs, bringing his scarred hand to run it down the length of his face.
He turns to his wife, eyebrow raised as she tries her best to pretend she doesn’t notice his ire. “Did you tell your first love that you like them?” That causes her to stiffen, and she reaches over to run her thumb along her wrist, a nervous habit of Izuku’s she’d since adopted as her own.
“Well, I did, but she didn’t respond well to it…” Izuku reaches over and gently embraces his wife for a moment; she huffs before slapping him on his chest. He hadn’t meant to strike a sore spot, briefly forgetting the conversation they shared about their turbulent youths. Fuyumi watches them part, a smile shared in silence before she clears her throat.
“I would’ve guessed it was Himiko-chan…” He shakes his head, denying it but not adding anything else, preferring to not complicate things further. Izuku had never brought it up, nor had he ever thought he would need to bring it up. As far as he was concerned, those feelings were long gone and buried; he hadn’t had a full conversation with Fuyumi until nearly a month ago. Even beyond that, he was currently married to the woman who he knew he would spend the rest of his life with, the only thing being able to stand between them being a sudden and shocking death.
But now she knew.
“Maybe we should just get started!” Ochako grabs her husband’s arm and pulls him to their bedroom. Fuyumi watches for a moment before following behind. Looking around, she recognizes the setting from their video, and she wonders for a moment what it must be like to know their bedroom has been seen by so many people.
Mrs. Midoriya takes her place behind a small camera, gesturing for Fuyumi to take a seat. Izuku sits down next to her, not sparing her a glance as he focuses on the camera in front of him and waits for the signal. “Three, two, one… action!” He straightens up slightly, and Fuyumi shrinks more, making sure that they don’t touch. “Hi~! Do you mind introducing yourself?”
Fuyumi jolts slightly, her nerves on high alert as she sucks in a breath, her voice making it clear how nervous she is. “H-Hello~! My name is Fuyumi; I’m 30 years old, and I’m a professor of Literature!” She looks over at Izuku, hoping for him to be more grounded; instead, he looked about as nervous as she was.
“Why don’t you tell us how you ended up here?” Fuyumi whips back to look at Ochako, the brunette woman nodding as she rephrases her question. “I mean, how do you know us?”
“Oh!” Fuyumi clears her throat, shifting on the bed slightly, her thigh bumping into Izuku’s as she does. She resists the urge to apologize, instead focusing on the question. “Well, I’ve known, I-uh, I mean, Green since he was a little kid! We grew up in the same neighborhood, and I got to know his family.” She pauses, thinking she was finished, when she sees Ochako raise a hand and gesture for her to continue. “Oh, uh, a-and then he went to college, and you guys got married, and here we are!”
Ochako hums, nodding sagely as she shifts the camera slightly. “Anything else you wanna add, Green?” She raises an eyebrow, and he rolls his eyes, taking the challenge easily.
“Well, since someone brought it up earlier, I might as well say it!” Ochako giggles from behind the camera, and Fuyumi feels her foot bounce as her nerves continue to build. “Fuyu-nee was my first love.” He bites his lower lip, color staining his cheeks as Fuyumi’s eyes focus on the ground.
“I’m sure that must make this exciting for you!” Izuku glances at Fuyumi again, gently taking her hand into his, hoping to put her more at ease. She jumps slightly as she feels his hand dwarf hers. His hand is large and strong, and for a moment Fuyumi thinks back to doing the same for him when he was a young boy. It felt odd to be on the other side of this again, and she felt a sad smile on her face as she realized she fell short of the adult woman she was supposed to be, at least, in her estimation.
She sighs, and she feels his grip tighten, turning her head to face him fully. “I hope that doesn’t make things weird for you, Fuyu-nee…” She shakes her head; her expression strikes him, but he knew talking it out might make things worse.
And so he acted.
Slowly, he raises her hand to his lips and places a gentle kiss on her palm. She stares at him, blue eyes wide open as his emerald stay locked to her gaze. He turns his head further as he kisses her wrist next; finally, she turns her hand and brings it to rest on his shoulder. Fuyumi giggles and sees his lips quirk slightly, delighted by the dulcet tone of her mirth. She brings her other hand up to gently rest on his other shoulder. “I hope you’re alright with this…”
Fuyumi hums as he slowly dips his head down, closing the distance between them. It was strange to think of Izuku as anything beyond the boy she knew in the neighborhood, which was why she tried thinking of Green as someone entirely different. After all, how could she live down being so excited to feel his strong hands on her waist, gently caressing her with his thumbs as he presses his lips to hers? She had wanted to protect and take care of the boy who had no one else, not like now, where she wanted him to pull her into his lap and stuff his massive cock inside her with no hesitation.
Izuku tries to keep the kiss very chaste at first; he didn’t need to scare her off and ruin the shoot. He’d needed some serious convincing from his wife to even consider this. They’d initially agreed to only shoot with one another, trying all sorts of things they wanted to before but now under the premise of it being a draw for viewers. It worked as a good smokescreen for each of them to try experimenting with their sexuality. Which was why there was a concern at the back of his mind when Ochako had asked him about filming with someone else. She said the idea was Camie’s, the same woman who had convinced her to try this in the first place. Despite that, Izuku could recognize his wife’s burning enthusiasm; it was the same one she had when they talked about martial arts together and also one of the many things that brought them together.
When she came to him with the offer of shooting with Fuyumi, his nerves only worsened. He had initially been hoping it was going to be someone he knew less, and while it might not be the kind of thing he’d been expecting to do at all, the distance would’ve provided much better cover. Instead, Ochako was entirely too invested in the idea of Izuku sleeping with his first love, a woman who knew nothing about this. Even when she said that Fuyumi was more than okay with doing it, the older woman looked as unsure about this as he was, not that he was going to force her into it. She could stop him at any time, and she knew that he would just try his best. He hums in surprise when Fuyumi tries deepening the kiss, her tongue flicking out and gently prodding his lips.
He opens his mouth, but her tongue stays put, so he takes the lead instead. His tongue traces her lips, and she opens her mouth to him, her hands wringing themselves in his shirt. Izuku's hands slide a bit further, now resting on the small of her back. He can feel her moan as she reaches her tongue out to meet his. Their movements are shy, Izuku unsure of what might be too much, and Fuyumi trying to shake off the dust.
Eventually, their kiss breaks, and Fuyumi pants, her face flushing redder as she sees how composed he is. Her eyes glance over at Ochako, who smiles, her chocolate eyes focused on the small screen of the camera. Fuyumi pouts, and Izuku gives an obviously nervous chuckle. “W-Was it that bad?” She regrets looking at him, instead pressing her head into his chest.
It made it harder to pretend Green was someone else when she had to see him. “No, you’re good." She sighs, closing her eyes and focusing on the rapid pace of his heartbeat. “I kinda wish you were breathing hard too.” She feels him stiffen in her hold, and she wonders if she sounds even worse than she thought she did. She feels his grip on her tighten, and without a word, he lifts her up and sits her on his lap.
She sucks in a small breath in surprise, her eyes wide as she watches his narrow slightly. His lips are a fraction away from hers as he whispers to her, “You want to take my breath away?” She giggles at the turn of phrase but finds herself quickly silenced as his hands dip lower, resting on her ass. She finds it hard to rest on him; the buttons that held her skirt closed also made it harder for her to spread her legs. The thin black belt that sat on her waist was purely for decoration, which made it all the more surprising when one of his hands moved to take the belt off.
He closes the distance between their lips, the deft movements obscured by the way his tongue so easily returns to its place against hers. She closes her eyes, following his lead as her hands continue to hold tight to his shirt. When they break apart again, Fuyumi can feel sweat starting to build on the back of her neck. He chuckles, and she feels the hand on her ass tighten its hold of her for a moment before letting go. He grabs one of her wrists; his firm grip forces her to hold to slack.
He brings her hand to his lips, pushing her pinky and ring finger into his mouth. The lurid way his tongue runs over her digits makes the heated gaze he pairs with it even more intense. He takes his other hand off her body, sliding the sleeve of her turtleneck up to her bicep. He pulls her fingers out of his mouth, his tongue trailing from her nail up to her elbow before pulling away. Moving closer again, he pulls down her turtleneck to begin running his tongue around the newly exposed skin.
Once he reached her jaw again, he pulled back before reigniting another kiss, his tongue moving full force again as one of his hands traveled down to unbutton the side of her skirt. He continued kissing her as he turned them so that he faced the headboard; his hand now climbed to push up her sweater, exposing the simple black bra she wore beneath.
Fuyumi feels herself slowly be lowered to the bed and brings her hands to his chest, pushing back slightly. Izuku stops without a moment’s hesitation, staying close as his eyes lose all their licentious heat. “Is everything alright, Fuyu-nee?”
She pants, resisting the burning desire to start unbuttoning his jeans. “D-Do you have a condom?”
He chuckles as he reaches behind himself, pulling out the pink slip of plastic and holding it in front of her. “Of course I do~!” His eyes narrow again as his laughter drops to a light chuckle. “You already want to get started, huh?"
She sputters as she tries finding a response, part of it being still out of breath from their making out. “I just th-think we should be safe!” He pauses, and she watches as a kind of understanding hits him.
“Fuyu-nee… Are you not on birth control?”
Fuyumi’s face flushes, and she looks away embarrassed, “I don’t h-have a reason to.”
That seemed to do something to Izuku, who quickly sat up and threw off his shirt. His jeans and boxer briefs followed soon after, then he pulled down Fuyumi's skirt, only to be frozen again as he saw her stockings. She sees his emeralds hold still, amazement on his face, and once briefly glancing down, catches sight of his massive erection. The video did it no justice, meaning Fuyumi was immediately overwhelmed by it and brought her hands up to cover her face. His hands were on her thighs, spreading her legs so he could fit between them. He took one off to grab his cock, his eyes continuing to burn a hole through her as he slapped it against her body.
“Fuyu-nee isn’t wearing panties…”
The rough tone of his voice dripped in barely restrained desire. He pulls back slightly, and Fuyumi peeks through her fingers, watching his dazed state as he now takes his cock and rubs the head up and down her visible outer lips. He groans, and Fuyumi squeaks in surprise. He sucked in a deep breath before groaning lowly. “And she’s so fuckin' wet~!” His eyes glance up and meet Fuyumi's gaze from behind her hands. He makes a show of opening the condom and putting it on, every action exaggerated before throwing the plastic over his shoulder.
She had expected him to slip down her tights, but instead he grabbed and pinched the fabric closer to him. “U-um, wha-?” His answer is the loud sound of tearing fabric as he shuffles closer and presses his tip against her entrance. He was right about her excitement; she’s been close to the edge since she felt his strong hands play with her ass. The hand on her thigh kneads the soft flesh as he pushes himself inside, getting only the head in before stopping. Fuyumi wheezed as she felt his massive cock spread her walls. While she knew it had been some time since her last physical encounter, Keigo had been bigger than her toys, but Izuku was noticeably larger still.
Giving her time to adjust, he lets go of his shaft and slips that hand under her, undoing her bra with three fingers. Izuku throws her bra to the side, his eyes now taking in her breasts. They were of a more modest size that suited her figure, but what surprised him was how pale her nipples were, almost blending in to her regular skin.
Fuyumi felt pride begin to take root as she watched the way he was so clearly mesmerized by her chest. She had assumed he wouldn’t be so interested considering his wife had large breasts, and by comparison she felt lacking, but his inability to form words told her otherwise. Her walls relaxed around him, and he thrust deeper, forcing her eyes shut and her hands behind her to grab the pillow she was on. His movement is slow and deliberate, which she appreciated considering how big he felt inside her. She focused on the pleasure; the soupçon of pain meant very little when she felt him bring his hand up to her collarbone and holding her in place. The hand that remained on her thigh kept her legs spread apart, giving him the room he needed to keep his pace.
He shifts his hips slightly, and Fuyumi feels the bulbous head rub up against something. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” Izuku watches as she bites down on her lower lip, eyes still wrenched shut as the hand on her thigh moves to press down on her abdomen. With a strangled groan, she reaches her climax, and he watches as all the tension in her body melts away. Her eyes flutter open as she brings the back of one of her palms to rest against her forehead, her bangs now stuck to her skin thanks to her sweat.
Her icy blue eyes look over to him, her head still in a daze, and she swallows dryly as she watches the proud grin spread across his normally softer features. There was something intense in his gaze, something that didn’t seem like him and yet looked like it had always been waiting under the surface. “You came so hard, Fuyu-nee~!” She nods, her dry mouth not willing to part for her. Without warning, he slams his hips into hers, watching as her back arches in shock as she feels his thick mast fill her at once.
He lifts her leg, turning her to her side and then her stomach before grabbing her waist, finally putting her on all fours. He grabs her wrists, his chuckle rumbling as he pulls out, “Don’t worry, you’ll be having so many more of those~!” He started slower again, but this time ensuring she felt every inch of his length. She’d been worried earlier that if he began being more verbal, she’d lose that distance. He never failed to call her by the same name; she feared that the treasured childhood sobriquet would be tainted by this vulgar expression of her love for him.
Shamefully, it only excited her more.
With every grunted whisper of her name, Fuyumi felt her walls clench around him. She’d been so sure she needed the distance, that she would falter if she remembered who she was in bed with. He throws his head back and groans, “Holy shit, Fuyu-nee~! Your pussy feels amazing~!” and the knowledge that it was Izuku only intensified the pleasure. The sweet little boy that she’d helped was now a handsome man, one that still had that gentle heart, reaching out to help her. That same man now relishing the pleasure of the flesh with her, and it felt great.
He pulls her back further, angling himself so that he can change where he rubs inside her again. Fuyumi whimpers as she feels his whole length rubbing against that place, and he chuckles, the sound of her breasts hitting her drowned out by his voice, “Fuyu-nee, I’m gonna cum~!” Knowing she was nearing her own end, she tries to squeeze around him. Lacking exceptional control over her muscles, she instead waits for the signs that he was getting close to the end to add the extra touch. Something that gets her rewarded with a hefty sum when he pulls out and shows her the used condom. She falls down to the bed, watching from her peripheral as he bounces the rubber slightly.
He ties it off with a knot, wiping his brow before smiling and pulling another out, presenting it to her with glee. “Don’t worry, Fuyu-nee, I have another one~!” Her hands move slowly and shakily as she reaches behind herself, her fingers landing delicately on either side of her outer lips. She can feel his gaze as she spreads them wide, showing her insides to him, the pink and fleshy walls undulating in anticipation. He chuckles as the plastic crinkles, his hips slamming into hers with scant time for her to breathe. He keeps her pinned beneath him in that pose, her body prone on the bed as he supports himself on his open palms.
Izuku keeps up his brutal pace, and Fuyumi does little besides writhe beneath him, her arms splayed out and unable to do anything. He leans further down, pressing a kiss to the back of her head before shifting so that he can speak to her, “I can't believe this; I’m so deep inside you, Fuyu-nee~!” Her groans and squeaks are all the response she can give him as his erection digs out a place for him inside her.
By the time he finishes for the second time, she’d lost track of her own orgasms, not that she had any complaints. As Izuku pulls out, he turns her on her back, smiling warmly as he brings a hand to gently stroke her abdomen. “You did amazing, Fuyu-nee~! Since we’re out of condoms, we’ll leave it here!” Her drunken slur is understood, and he shakes his head with a giggle. “Yeah, I know. To be fair, we haven’t been using them for a while, so I guess I thought I had more!” As Ochako prepares to cut, both of the Midoriyas are immediately stopped when Fuyumi reaches out and grabs his still-erect cock. She strokes it slowly and gently, her inebriated smile in place as her icy blues stay locked on the engorged member.
“Guess that means you have to go raw~!”
He looks over to his wife, eyes wide, as they share a moment. Fuyumi quickly interjects, pressing her mouth to his ear and whispering so that only he could hear, “It’s okay, Izuku-kun, Fuyu-nee won’t get mad even if you get her pregnant~!” She feels his erection respond for him, twitching in anticipation as she continues stroking it.
She shrieks as he changes their position again, sitting up in front of her and grabbing her wrists. She lets go of his member with a pout; her hands are moved to his shoulders. He grunts as his hands move under her and quickly pull her up to him. The position was different from what she was used to, her body leaning back but her legs and hands clinging to him. She weakly tries to lift herself up, but he grinds his erection against her, her overly sensitive body unready for the sensation. His hands dip lower, now firmly holding her ass and lifting her with no effort. His emeralds burn with a lurid want, and he bites his lower lip as he sucks in a deep breath.
“One more, then we have to stop.” Fuyumi pouts, and Izuku grunts again, his tone firm as he presses his hot tip against her inviting entrance. “If I don’t, then I can’t promise that I will.” Her lips open to speak, but all that comes out is a hoarse groan as he slips himself back inside.
The difference was immediate, and not one she was prepared for. There was an almost scalding heat to him; she could feel his warmth deep inside, and with it, a warmth built in her so much faster than it had before. He lunges forward, biting down on one of her nipples, the pain merging with pleasure into a bizarre mélange. He thrusts with abandon, and Fuyumi feels herself be at his mercy; despite that, she wants more. As she looks into his licentious visage, seeing nothing but animalistic desire driving him into her, she knows she will return.
She wanted to be treated like a woman by the man her boy had become.
Her walls undulating around him, she feels the rapid twitches of an oncoming orgasm. Her ability to form words was stripped from her by his unrelenting ferocity; she tries to communicate her feelings by digging her blunted nails into his shoulder. Despite his current state, or perhaps because of it, he pulls out easily, quickly pulling her off him and placing her down on the bed. A hand furiously strokes his erection as he breathes heavily, the camera capturing the force of his release as it shoots all over Fuyumi’s abdomen and chest. Her breath hitches, and she convulses slightly, her high making the feeling of his surprisingly dense essence even weightier. As they both come down, Izuku smiles at her, and Fuyumi’s lips curl into a pout.
“What’s wrong, Fuyu-nee?” She brings a hand to slowly wipe up his cum, going up her navel and running lazy circles on her marked nipple. He gives a weak chuckle, “Uh, y-yeah, sorry about that. I guess I went too hard there…” Her voice is low, almost mournful as she sighs.
“I meant shoot it inside…” She brings her stained fingers to her lips, gently cleaning them of his fluids. Her eyes slowly meet Izuku’s, his emeralds wide as she smiles slightly. “There’s always next time, right?”
Their moment is silenced by Ochako calling out “Cut~!” Forcing them both to remember why they were there to begin with. Izuku drops to the bed, leaning back as he sighs heavily. His wife puts down the camera on a counter, leaving the room and returning with bottles of water. Izuku takes his graciously, opening it and downing it in one go. Fuyumi feels her face flush as Ochako holds out the bottle to her, realizing she might have overstepped her bounds as she was still in that inebriated haze. “I’m glad you enjoyed the experience enough to want to come back~!”
Fuyumi murmurs a curse, and that provokes a laugh from Mrs. Midoriya. “Don’t worry about it~! It saves me the trouble of trying to talk him into it again!” Icy blue eyes go over to Izuku, his face flushed red as he looks away, the reality of his situation apparent to him as well.
“Izuku-kun?” He turns to face her, his shoulders tightening as he gulps audibly. “Do you want my help?” His lips form an uneasy line, his eyes unable to resist looking down, and then quickly averting his gaze.
“U-uh, only if you want to… b-but if you’re asking me what I think, thenIthinkit'sagoodidea!” He flinches, and Fuyumi wonders what he could possibly fear from her. Taking the bottle of water from Ochako, she makes sure to swallow a good amount of it. She gives a contented sigh before leaning forward and gently taking his wrist. His emeralds take a slow journey up her arm to meet her face, and she smiles gently, realizing now that she wasn’t the only one who feared the change in their dynamic. It takes a moment for his smile to come to him, and even then it looks shaky. A phantom image of the boy she knew appears on his face, and she giggles, amazed to see he was still there.
“I would love to keep helping.”