Chapter 61—64

CHAPTER 61

Izuku didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath. The moment her dazed, bliss-drunk eyes locked onto him, he grabbed the back of Mitsuki’s head and shoved his cock back past her lips.

“Nhhn—!” she gagged immediately, throat convulsing as he drove deep, his hips snapping forward mercilessly.

Drool and spit spilled down her chin, stringing between her lips and his shaft as he used her mouth like it was made for him.

Mitsuki clutched at his thighs, nails attempting to dig into his skin, but she didn’t push him away. If anything, she leaned into his thrusts, letting him rut into her face while her muffled moans vibrated around his length.

“Fuck, you’re nasty… Katsuki’s mom taking my cock like a pro,” Izuku hissed, tightening his grip in her hair as he forced her head forward until his tip went down her throat.

Her eyes rolled back, tears streaking down her cheeks as she gagged around him, throat bulging from the intrusion. He groaned at the sight, the wet, sloppy noises echoing in the kitchen as her head bobbed frantically under his control.

“Shit—fuck—here it comes,—”

With a final brutal thrust, he buried himself in her throat, holding her nose to his base. Her whole body trembled as she tried to breathe through her nose, gagging and drooling uncontrollably. Then, with a sharp growl, Izuku yanked out and stroked his cock furiously, aiming down at her ruined face.

Hot, thick ropes of cum painted her cheeks, lips, and hair, splattering across her flushed skin. Mitsuki’s mouth fell open instinctively, tongue lolling out as strands of white clung to her lashes and dripped from her chin.

She was a mess—eyes glazed, spit and cum dripping everywhere—yet she smiled, licking her lips greedily, savoring every drop that hit her tongue.

Izuku smirked down at her, chest heaving.
“Look at you… Katsuki wouldn’t believe this if he saw it. His mom… just my personal cum bucket.”

Mitsuki let out a ragged laugh between pants, her voice hoarse but dripping with lust.

“Fuck… you really are a pervert "

She blinked, realizing too late what had happened. Warm streaks painted her face and tangled in her hair. “Fuck! Now I gotta wash my face!” Mitsuki groaned, pushing herself up.

Her legs wobbled, still trembling from earlier, and she nearly lost balance.

Izuku caught her by the wrist, steadying her with a sly grin. “Yeah… that was the plan. Better pray Katsuki doesn’t see you like this.” His tone dripped with teasing cruelty.

Mitsuki shot him a sharp glare, cheeks flushed deep red, but she hurried to the sink anyway.

Grabbing the tap’s extendable spray head, she doused herself, hissing when the cold water splashed over her sticky skin. She scrubbed fast, muttering curses under her breath, while droplets trickled down her jawline and onto her chest.

Izuku leaned back against the counter, watching with lazy satisfaction. His lips curled into a smirk as the water soaked through her shirt, the thin fabric clinging tight and revealing the lacy outline of her bra beneath.

“Man… I think I might be falling in love,” he said, voice low and teasing, though the hunger in his eyes betrayed something darker.

She froze for half a second, her swollen lips twitching as though she wanted to retort—but her mouth was too tender from earlier. Instead, she only shook her head, blushing harder, and snatched the hoodie he held out to her.

“On second thought,” Izuku muttered as she tugged it on, hiding the clingy shirt beneath, “let’s drag this out longer.”

Mitsuki avoided his gaze, pulling the fabric tight around herself before heading toward the stairs. Each step was hurried, as if afraid she’d change her mind and turn back.

Izuku watched her go, exhaling with a crooked smile.

' My obsession with older women is back… Wonder what it’ll bring me this time.'

Grabbing a towel, he casually wiped himself down before sliding his cock back into his pants. He chuckled to himself as he tossed the damp cloth onto the counter.

'Heh… let’s see Katsuki wipe his hands with that.' He thought.

....

Hours passed as Mitsuki finished up dinner. They sat together in the dining room, eating like a family. Even though Katsuki sat there silently, glaring at Izuku from time to time, he ignored it and kept talking casually with Masaru and Mitsuki.

After they finished, Katsuki hurriedly went upstairs, avoiding the dishes as usual. Masaru excused himself too, saying he’d take a bath. The house grew quiet, the kind of silence that only came when the kids had retreated to their rooms.

The sun had already set; the clock ticked close to 19:00.

‘Unfortunately, I don’t plan to leave until I lose my V-card today,’ Izuku thought as he and Mitsuki stood shoulder to shoulder at the sink, washing dishes together. The clinking of plates, the soft sound of water running, and their occasional laughter made the moment feel surprisingly warm.

“So, when do you plan on leaving?” she asked, passing him a dripping plate.

“I’m not sure. Might sleep over,” he replied casually.

“Well, you’re welcome to. I’m sure Katsuki would love to have you sleep next to him,” she teased with a faint smirk.

“Nah, I’ll take the couch. That room is radioactive,” he shot back, making her laugh under her breath.

Once the dishes were done, Mitsuki disappeared upstairs to change. Izuku sank into the couch, trying to calm his nerves. When she came back down, she was in a loose pair of pajama shorts and a simple top, her damp hair tied up in a messy bun. She looked relaxed… but to him, the sight was anything but casual.

Masaru had already gone to bed, and Katsuki had locked himself in his room doing god knows what. The house was theirs for the night.

Izuku quickly texted his mom that he’d be sleeping over. She wasn’t thrilled, but she agreed with a single warning emoji.

‘Alright,’ he thought, watching Mitsuki settle onto the couch right beside him, ‘let’s see where the night takes us.’

Mitsuki leaned back slightly on the couch, smirk tugging at her lips as she caught Izuku’s gaze. She knew damn well what he had planned. The promise he made before was just a lie but she played his game either way because it simply brought her excitement, something she hasn't experienced in her marriage in a while.

“Don’t just sit there,” she teased softly, stretching her legs slightly. “What are you thinking?”

Izuku’s eyes darkened, and he leaned closer, his knee brushing against hers deliberately.

“I’m thinking,” he said, voice low, deliberate, “that you’re going to do exactly as I say tonight.”

Her breath hitched at the tone, and she let out a small, eager laugh. “Oh really? And if I don’t?”

“You will,” he replied, a smirk spreading over his face. “Because I don’t plan on letting you get away. Not tonight.”

She shivered slightly as his hand moved to rest on the small of her back, applying just enough pressure to make her body lean into his.

His other hand slid along her thigh, lightly teasing, testing her reactions. “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, voice low, commanding.

“Yes…” she whispered, her pulse racing as her body responded to every subtle touch. “I… I like it.”

Izuku leaned back slightly, letting the tension build, giving her just enough room to squirm against him. “Good. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

He traced his fingers along the side of her thigh, slowly inching higher, testing her limits, while his eyes held hers. Mitsuki bit her lip, holding back a whine, completely enthralled by his control.

“You’ve been teasing me all day,” he murmured, his hand brushing the edge of her shorts, “so now it’s my turn.”

Mitsuki’s eyes widened, a shiver running down her spine. She shifted slightly, giving him just enough access to make the tension unbearable.

“Y-yes… …” she breathed, letting the word slip, and it made his pulse spike.

He leaned in closer, letting his lips brush against her neck as he whispered, “Good girl. That’s how you do it.”


TO BE CONTINUED

CHAPTER 62

His hand pressed firmly against her crotch, the heat of her bare skin sending an immediate thrill through him.

Mitsuki’s breath hitched as his fingers traced over her folds through the thin fabric, and the realization that she had gone completely bare underneath made him smirk darkly.

“No underwear? What a naughty woman you are,” he whispered in her ear, his voice low and commanding.

The words alone sent a current of heat racing straight to her core, making her ache with need.

Every movement of his hand, every glance from his eyes, every subtle shift of his body had her trembling.

She didn’t understand why he affected her so intensely, but her body needed him—hungered for him—with an urgency she could barely contain.

He slowly pulled down the hem of her pajama pants, teasing her with each inch revealed. Her smooth, shaved mound came into view, and he let his fingers glide over her damp folds before sliding the rest of the pants down completely. His hand cupped her fully now, pressing in, feeling the wet heat of her readiness.

Mitsuki shivered violently under his touch, her chest rising and falling as he wrapped his other arm around her, pulling her closer. His palm pressed against her breast, squeezing lightly at her left nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from her.

“Take it off,” he commanded, his voice firm, leaving no room for hesitation.

Without a second thought, Mitsuki obeyed, pulling the rest of her pajamas down and sitting back, fully exposed. Her body was relaxed, but her skin tingled under his gaze, each nerve ending alive.

“Good,” he murmured, a slow smile spreading across his face as his fingers began to explore her folds more deliberately.

He pressed, teased, and slid his digits inside her wet heat, each motion drawing soft, shaky moans from her lips. Every second that passed made her wetter, her desire mounting as he continued to command and caress simultaneously.

His fingers traced lazily along her slit, barely dipping in but enough to make her thighs twitch. Mitsuki let out a shaky breath, her hips bucking forward on instinct, desperate for more.

“Easy,” Izuku whispered in her ear, his lips brushing her skin, “you don’t get to decide when.”

Her nails dug into the couch, her chest heaving. Every little touch sent sparks shooting through her core. His thumb pressed against her clit in circles, not giving her the full pressure she craved—just enough to keep her trembling on edge.

“Y-You’re cruel,” she whimpered, her voice husky, broken between gasps.

Izuku chuckled darkly. “Cruel? You’re the one dripping all over my hand, Mitsuki. Who’s really the shameless one here?”

Her eyes fluttered shut as his middle finger slipped in slowly, curling upward just right. A sharp gasp tore from her throat, her body arching. He didn’t stop there—his other hand stayed on her chest, kneading her breast, tugging at her nipple until she squirmed helplessly beneath him.

Her hips rocked against his hand now, chasing more, her breath coming out in moans she couldn’t suppress. Each wet sound from between her legs filled the room, mixing with the low rumble of his voice as he teased her.

“Look at you… soaking, begging without saying a word. Say it, Mitsuki. Tell me you need it.”

Her lips parted, voice shaky, desperate. “I—I need it, Izuku… please… don’t stop.”

" What about Masaru, you do know he could run down those stairs at any moment? " Izuku asked, his tone calm but sharp, eyes locked on her like he was testing her resolve.

Mitsuki froze for a second, her chest rising and falling as her mind played out that dangerous possibility. But then she turned to him, face red, lips trembling before curling into a smirk.

" I don’t think I care anymore," she whispered, voice husky with both defiance and need.

Izuku’s lips twisted into a smile, satisfied. " That’s what I wanted," he said, pulling his hand away with deliberate slowness. His movements carried a weight that reminded her who was in control.

In one motion, he grabbed Mitsuki by the waist, lifting her with ease, and set her down on the dining table. The cool wood pressed against her back, grounding her in the reality of what they were doing.

Izuku leaned in close, his breath brushing her ear. " Your family was just eating here a moment ago," he whispered darkly, his hand sliding down to grip her thigh. " How does that make you feel?"

Her body shivered, goosebumps racing across her skin. She bit her lip, her face burning. But instead of shame, her eyes gleamed with excitement.

" It kinda excites me," she admitted, blushing hard but wearing a smile that betrayed her growing addiction to the risk.

" Good answer," he growled approvingly. Izuku lowered his pants just enough, freeing his thick cock that was already throbbing from the teasing.

His hand wrapped around it, and with slow, deliberate pressure, he pressed the head against her slick entrance.

Mitsuki gasped, her nails digging into the table for a second before she quickly grabbed onto him, pulling him closer like she couldn’t stop herself.

Then he slid inside.

Izuku gritted his teeth as he felt her pussy wrap around him like a vice—wet, hot, and unbelievably tight. It wasn’t just her body—it was her quirk amplifying every sensation, as though countless tiny, wet tongues were lapping at his shaft, milking him, dragging him deeper with every inch.

Immediately, Mitsuki’s back arched, her mouth falling open in a muffled cry as she tried and failed to hold back her moan. The dining table creaked beneath her as her thighs instinctively clamped around him, pulling him in.

‘ Fuck,’ Izuku thought, savoring the heat that threatened to overwhelm him. ‘ It took some time, but here we are… time to savor this feeling.’

His gaze locked on Mitsuki. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and desire as she looked down, watching his thick cock stretch her open wider than anything ever had before. She was breathing hard, her voice catching in her throat.

Needing something to hold, she reached up and yanked Izuku down, pulling him into a heated kiss. Their lips crashed together, messy and desperate, muffling the whimpers and moans that escaped her.

Izuku’s cock continued to push deeper, spreading her walls apart until she felt full, completely claimed.

Each slow thrust made her body tremble more, and the dangerous thrill of being fucked on her own family’s dining table only made it hotter.

As they broke their kiss, Izuku didn’t rush. He held her hips firmly against the dining table, keeping her pinned in place, his thick shaft sliding deeper with a slow, commanding rhythm.

Each thrust pushed her back against the polished wood, making her nails scratch lightly across the surface before she instinctively clutched at his arms.

“Nice and tight…” he muttered under his breath, his tone low but confident, savoring how her body wrapped around him.

He pulled almost all the way out, letting her feel every inch leave her before pushing back in with deliberate force, making her gasp as her walls clenched around him.

Her head tilted back, lips parting as a moan slipped free despite her attempt to hold it in.

“Ahh—Izuku… s-slow, go… deeper,” she whispered breathlessly, her legs tightening around his waist, locking him in.

Izuku smirked, leaning down until his lips brushed her ear.

“Deeper? You think you get to make requests now?” he teased, giving her one hard thrust that made the table creak before slipping right back into his slow, steady pounding.

Each movement felt like it was testing her limits, grinding her open bit by bit, forcing her to feel every second of him inside her.

Her quirk made it even more intoxicating—slick warmth coated his cock with every stroke, drowning him in sensation.

The wet sounds of their connection filled the quiet house, mixing with her stifled moans as she tried not to lose control.

Izuku never let up on his pace—strong, patient, unrelenting.

“You said it excites you,” he growled softly, giving another deep thrust that made her whole body arch beneath him. “So don’t hold back… let me hear you.”

Mitsuki’s breath hitched, her pride fighting against the growing heat pooling inside her, but each slow, dominant stroke tore down her resistance.

TO BE CONTINUED

CHAPTER 63

Izuku’s hips moved in steady rhythm, his thick cock driving deep into her with each deliberate thrust. The wet sound of her pussy clinging to him filled the quiet dining room.

schlk… schlk… schlk

A lewd symphony that made Mitsuki’s face burn as red as her hair.

Her hands gripped the edge of the table so tightly her knuckles whitened, the wood creaking under her fingers.

She bit down on her lip to hold back the cries that wanted to escape, but little bursts of sound still slipped through—
“mmh… ahhh… hnngh…”

Izuku leaned closer, his breath brushing hot against her ear as he whispered,

“You’re doing well keeping quiet, Mitsuki… but your body can’t lie to me.” He gave a sharp thrust, his cock hitting her sweet spot.

Her legs trembled as her back arched slightly, eyes fluttering shut as another muffled moan broke out of her throat.

“Hhh-ahhh… Izuku…”

He smirked at her reaction, tightening his grip on her waist to keep her pinned against the table as he pounded her with slow, deliberate force.

“That’s it. Take it all. Feel every inch stretch you open. Don’t hold back from me.”

The wet noises only grew louder—shlk, shlk, shlk—as her quirk drenched his cock, her juices dripping down onto the polished wood of the table.

Her thighs quivered, clamping around him, trying to pull him in deeper, to keep him inside.

“Izuku… I-I can’t…” she gasped softly, trying to muffle her voice in his shoulder. “If I keep going like this… I’ll—”

He tilted her chin up, forcing her eyes to meet his. “Then come. Right here, right where your family just ate. Show me how much you want this, even when you know they’re just upstairs.”

Her breath hitched, her body tightening around him, her walls clenching his cock with a desperate rhythm. She tried to suppress her cries, but the pleasure was too much—

“Ahhh… ahhh—mmmhhhnnn…!”

Her climax hit her hard, her pussy pulsing around him like it was trying to milk him dry, her juices spilling down his shaft in hot waves.

Her nails dug into his back as she buried her face against him, muffling her scream with a mix of gasps and broken whimpers.

Izuku groaned low in his throat at the way she squeezed him, his thrusts not slowing, dragging out her orgasm until she shivered helplessly beneath him.

“That’s it… good girl… cum for me…”

Her whole body trembled as the aftershocks rippled through her, her breath coming in ragged pants, her voice reduced to soft whimpers—

“ahh… ahh… mmhh… Izuku…”

But he wasn’t finished yet.

Izuku listened closely, and pulled down his pants completely, as he could now hear Masaru sleeping upstairs.

Plus, Bakugo was blasting some K-pop in his room, muffled thumps of bass vibrating faintly through the walls.

' Always knew he was soft inside,' he thought with a smirk before turning back to Mitsuki.

Without pulling out, he lifted her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping tighter around his waist. His hands cupped her ass, firm and claiming, as he carried her back toward the couch. The air was thick with her scent, her breath heavy against his ear, her nails digging faint trails along his shoulders as if begging him not to stop.

Izuku dropped down onto the couch with a solid thump, Mitsuki seated on his lap, his cock buried deep inside her heat. He leaned back, giving her body all the space it needed to rise and fall.

“Now,” he growled low, his lips brushing against her ear, “we’re doing it where your husband sits every night. Are you ready to take me here?”

Mitsuki’s teeth caught her lower lip, her eyes hooded with lust, and she gave a shaky nod. “Y-Yeah… do it…” she whispered, her voice hushed, careful not to carry beyond the living room.

Izuku didn’t waste another second. He thrust upward slowly, drawing out the first slide, letting her walls stretch and shiver around him. Her breath hitched, a sharp little gasp escaping.

“Ahh—ngh…” Mitsuki stifled herself quickly, burying her face in his shoulder, her body trembling as he pulled back and pushed in again.

His rhythm started steady, deliberate, each upward drive sinking deeper into her. The sound of her wetness clung to each thrust, faint but undeniable in the quiet living room.

slap… slap… squelch…

Her hands clutched tighter at his shoulders, her muffled moans slipping past her lips in soft bursts.

“Mmm… ahh—Izuku… nghh, not… not too loud—” she tried to warn, but the way he angled his hips made her bite down on his skin instead of finishing her sentence.

Izuku smirked, tightening his grip on her ass as he thrust harder, but not fast—just deep, grinding, making her feel every inch.

He whispered against her ear, his breath hot, “you like it, don’t you?”

Her response was a muffled moan, her body arching, her chest pressing flush against his. The couch creaked faintly beneath their movements, a dangerous reminder of how close they were to being caught.

slap… squelch… slap… squelch…

Izuku’s cock drove into her again and again, each thrust pulling a shiver out of Mitsuki. She tried to cover her mouth with her hand, but her shaky moans still slipped through. Her hips rocked in sync with him, chasing the rising heat that was building faster than she wanted.

Her thighs quivered, her walls tightening around him. “Nghh—Izu… ahh—f-fuck… gonna—” she gasped, barely above a whisper, her nails clawing into his back.

Izuku held her down firmly, his hips rolling up with deep, powerful strokes, not letting her escape the pleasure.

“Cum for me,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Her body tensed, then shuddered hard as the climax washed through her, her muffled moan biting into his neck.

“Mmhhhnn—ahhh…”

Her juices coated his cock, slick and hot, dripping down onto his lap as her body shook against him. Izuku didn’t stop, thrusting through her orgasm, each movement dragging another wave of aftershocks out of her trembling form.

"Nhhn—Izuku…" Mitsuki bit her lip, her voice low, nearly swallowed by the creak of the couch. She forced herself not to moan too loud, not with Masaru asleep upstairs and Katsuki blasting K-pop in his room. Her nails pressed faint crescents into Izuku’s shoulders, her body twitching with every drag of his length inside her.

Izuku’s chest rose and fell heavily, sweat beading along his forehead. He tilted his head back against the couch, staring at the ceiling, frustration clear in his eyes as he kept moving inside her.

' Fuck, I just can’t seem to cum for some reason. It’s like there’s no danger involved.'

For a moment, his thrusts slowed, his cock twitching inside her slick heat before he stopped altogether, catching his breath. Mitsuki, panting hard, lifted herself slightly and pressed her hands against his chest.

“You… stopping?” she whispered, her tone somewhere between exhaustion and annoyance.

He smirked, his green eyes glinting with something wicked. His hands gripped her ass firmly, holding her in place on his lap.
There’s one way to make this interesting.

‘Kinda risky, but I guess that’s what gets me,’ he thought, his lips curling as his mind spun with the thrill of the idea.

Mitsuki recognized that grin instantly. She froze, her heart thumping in her chest.

“Oh God…” she muttered under her breath, already fearing what he was planning.

The last thing she wanted was to draw attention—Masaru wasn’t a heavy sleeper, and Katsuki could storm down at any second. But with Izuku’s hands keeping her locked down, she knew he wasn’t going to let her go that easily.

Izuku leaned in, his lips brushing her ear, his voice a low growl.

“Done? Not even close."

TO BE CONTINUED

CHAPTER 64

Izuku pulled Mitsuki towards the stairs, making her bend over, her palms pressing against the steps for balance as she arched her back.

Her beautiful ass glistened faintly under the hallway light, a thin sheen of sweat tracing over her skin. He spread her cheeks wide, kneading the soft flesh in his hands, his fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp. The texture, the warmth, the way her body tensed under his touch—it drove him wild.

Mitsuki bit down on her lip, her breath unsteady. She stood there, impatient and anxious, her eyes flicking toward the closed doors down the hall.

At any moment, her son or husband could step out and catch them like this. The thought should’ve terrified her, but instead it only sent a rush of heat through her veins, making her legs tremble.

Izuku, knowing exactly how dangerous this was, only slowed down. His cock slid between her thighs, brushing against her slick folds but never pushing in, the thick length teasing her mercilessly. He moved back and forth in slow, deliberate strokes, letting his tip glide along her entrance, spreading her wetness across her thighs.

“Ugh—Izuku…” she hissed under her breath, trying to push back against him, desperate for more.

“Patience,” he murmured, leaning over her, his breath hot against her ear.

His hand slipped down to her clit, rubbing lazy circles as his cock pulsed just shy of entering her.

Her knees nearly buckled, but she held herself steady against the stairs, biting down on the moan that wanted to escape.

The risk was unbearable—she wanted him to hurry, yet every slow grind made her wetter.

“U want it?” he asked lowly, his voice carrying that cruel teasing edge.

“Yes—I want it. Please, fuck me already,” she whispered harshly, her words shaky with need.

“Do yah really want it?” he asked again, dragging his cockhead across her slit, smearing her arousal up and down.

“Yes! I—” she started, but before she could finish, Izuku thrust forward in one deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt.

Mitsuki gasped, her body arching as she grabbed the stair railing, the sound escaping her throat muffled but desperate.

Mitsuki’s grip on the stair railing tightened, knuckles white, as Izuku held her hips firm, guiding each slow, deliberate thrust. The friction, the slick heat between them, made her shiver from the tip of her spine down to her toes.

Her damp hair tickled his chest, and her shallow breaths came in ragged, hurried bursts, as if she were trying to keep quiet—but the tiny whimpers slipping past her lips betrayed her need.

The creak of the stairs under their combined weight made her heart race.

Every sound seemed amplified in the quiet house: the faint hum of the ceiling light, Izuku’s steady breathing, her restrained gasps. Each slow drive of his cock into her pulled another shiver from her trembling body.

Izuku’s hands kneaded her ass, thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin as he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear.

“Good” he murmured, voice low and rough, sending another rush of heat through her.

Mitsuki pressed herself harder against him, thighs trembling, trying to take in the slow, insistent movement.

“I—I can’t… keep quiet,” she whispered, biting her lip to stifle a moan.

Izuku smirked, slowing just slightly to tease. His cockhead dragged along her folds before plunging back in, the slick sound of skin meeting skin echoing softly through the hall:

"slp… thp… schlick…"

Her chest heaved, every nerve alight as he drove deeper, hips rocking in a slow, controlled rhythm. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, nails digging in as her body writhed against him, each thrust pulling another soft, stifled gasp.

"mmph… ah… ugh…"

“You like it when I’m in control?” he asked, slowing for a teasing moment, just enough to let her ache with frustration.

“Yes! Please… don’t stop…” she breathed, desperate, almost trembling. Her voice was barely audible, but every word dripped need.

Izuku smirked, tightening his grip on her hips and increasing the pace, deep, slow, commanding. The warmth, the tightness, the slick drag of his cock inside her made her see stars.

Her thighs quivered with every measured thrust, each one drawing a muffled moan from her lips.

"hhn… mmm… ahh…"

Her body jerked instinctively, every nerve ending alive, building toward that unbearable tension. Sweat glistened over her back and ass, mixing with the slick heat between them. Her chest pressed against his, her ear brushing his jaw as he whispered lowly, “Not yet… not until I want you to come.”

Mitsuki whimpered, biting her lip, her thighs clenching as he maintained the slow, pounding rhythm.

The danger—the fact that anyone could walk out—made every thrust hotter, every stifled sound more electric.

Izuku pressed her harder against the railing, spreading her cheeks wide with one hand as the other gripped her hips tight. Every slow, deep thrust drew muffled gasps and little slaps of skin on skin.

Mitsuki’s body bounced lightly with each movement, her thighs trembling, sweat slicking over her back, ass, and the curve of her sides.

“F-fuck… Izuku…” she whispered, her voice breaking as he pushed in deeper.

pah-pah… pah-pah…

Echoing in the quiet hallway. Each smack of him against her ass made her tremble, every inch of his cock filling her pulling another ragged breath from her throat.

Izuku leaned close, lips brushing her ear.

“You feel that?” His hands kneaded her ass with purpose, thumbs brushing over her wet folds, dragging her slickness up to coat him more.

“Yes… I’m yours…” she gasped, gripping the railing, legs shaking under the strain.

pah-pah… pah-pah…

Following the rhythm of his slow, deliberate thrusts. Her back arched, chest pressing to his, her lips parting as she tried to keep quiet, but each stifled moan betrayed the fire building inside her.

He quickened just slightly, letting the wet sounds of their bodies collide fill the room.

slp… schlp… pah-pah…

He felt her walls clenching around him, tightening with each stroke, dragging him closer to the edge.

Mitsuki’s breaths came fast and shallow, almost frantic, as her hips lifted to meet him, pressing every ounce of herself against his cock.

Her head fell forward, biting her lip to stop the louder sounds,

" mmph… ugh… ahh… " moans spilling out anyway.

“C’mon… come for me,” Izuku growled, gripping her hips harder and thrusting deep, his own control fraying as the wet friction and tight heat pushed him closer to the edge.

Her body tensed violently, shivers racing through her as he kept a steady, pounding rhythm. The stair railing dug into her palms, sweat dripping from her hair and sides.

Pah-pah… pah-pah…

Each smack of skin on skin echoed off the walls as her orgasm approached.

“Fuck… Izuku… I’m—nnngh—so close…” she gasped, voice raw and trembling, legs quivering under him.

He felt her walls clench hard around him, her juices coating him fully as her body convulsed.

pah-pah… pah-pah…


He groaned low, thrusting a few more slow, deep strokes before his own climax hit, heat and tension exploding in him as he filled her completely.

Their bodies shuddered together, chest to chest, thighs slick and trembling. Mitsuki’s muted gasps and stifled whimpers mixed with Izuku’s growls and heavy breathing as their climax rolled through them, a slow, messy, perfect release that left them both shaking.

He held her close as they came down from the high, his hands still kneading her ass and hips, both of them panting, sweat-matted and sated, the quiet of the house around them a stark contrast to the heat they’d just shared.


' Yeah, that’s what i wanted' he thought.

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