[A/N: The next 10 chapters are nsfw so if u want u can skip]
He watched every inch of her body tighten, every breath hitch as the teasing edged her closer to the brink. His fingers finally slid lower, slow but insistent, curling inside her slick heat with precision only hunger could fuel.
His tongue traced hot, wet circles over her swollen folds, flicking and rolling with expert cruelty, tasting her, memorizing every drop. The masked face disappeared into the delicious mess he made, breath mixing with her cries.
Her hips bucked instinctively, chasing the wild waves of pleasure crashing through her, but he held her steady, tongue lashing harder, faster, until she was gasping, trembling beneath him.
"Ah—fuck, right there," she moaned, voice raw, tears brimming in her eyes.
His hands gripped her hips, steadying her as her walls clenched around his fingers, squeezing like they wanted to pull him inside her completely. The sounds she made—a mix of desperate moans, ragged pants, and high-pitched cries—filled the room.
Her juices sprayed hot and thick, soaking his fingers and the sheets beneath them like a storm breaking free, a roaring, unstoppable flood. Her back arched off the mattress as if trying to ride the tidal wave of ecstasy crashing through her body.
"Please, please—oh god—don't stop!" she begged, trembling on the edge of collapse.
He smiled against her skin, eyes burning beneath the mask as he teased her relentlessly—pulling back just enough to build her up, then plunging deep, tongue swirling with renewed frenzy.
Her body shook violently, climax crashing over her again and again, each wave leaving her more helpless than the last. The couch creaked under the torrent of her pleasure, her cries filling the air like a symphony of sweet surrender.
Finally, when she was utterly spent, he pulled back, fingers slick and dripping, his voice a low growl as he whispered, "That's mine. Only mine."
She lay panting, eyes wide and wild, the aftershocks still rippling through her as her soaked body trembled beneath him.
' It's just like the smut said, ' Yuu thought breathlessly, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. ' He likes being dominant—taking control. And damn, does he know how to make a girl melt.'
Her body still trembled from the relentless waves of pleasure, the sticky warmth between her legs a delicious reminder of just how thoroughly he'd claimed her tonight.
"Well, looks like you're out," his voice rumbled low, breaking the silence. "I wanted to squeeze out one last climax... but we can save that for another time."
With that, he slowly pulled down his mask, revealing the sharp intensity in his eyes. For a brief moment, Yuu caught herself wishing she could see more—his full face, the real him. But the mystery only added to the fire burning inside her.
He glanced at the clock on the wall: 10 PM exactly.
Time to head back and get ready for Inko, he thought, pushing himself off the couch. His cock remained rock hard, a stubborn reminder of the night's intensity.
"Don't worry, bro," he muttered under his breath as if encouraging the stiff heat between his legs. "You'll be getting action soon enough."
Izuku grabbed a glass of water, handing it to her with a soft smile before pressing a tender kiss to her flushed cheek.
"I'll text you, okay?" he said quietly, then turned and disappeared toward the door.
Yuu lay back, still feeling the heat radiate off her skin, a dreamy smile spreading across her lips.
' Yep, ' she mused, eyes heavy but heart racing.' He's strong, dominant… but also kind and caring. I have to write a story about this experience. It's too good not to share.'
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Back at home, Izuku moved swiftly through the shower, letting the hot water wash away the lingering scent of Yuu and the night's tension. He scrubbed carefully, especially around his neck and wrists—anywhere that might betray where he'd been.
Stepping out, he wrapped a towel around his waist and climbed into bed, the sheets cool against his skin. His mind replayed every detail, every touch, every gasp.
He waited, eyes fixed on the clock. Midnight. He inhaled deeply, knowing the night was far from over.
When midnight struck, Izuku's ears caught the soft click of her bedroom door shutting down the hall. Moments later, a delicate knock echoed at his door. He didn't need to ask; the door slid open, revealing her silhouette framed by the faint green glow of LED lights lining the room's walls.
She stepped inside, the sheer white nightdress clinging to every curve, the fabric whisper-thin, almost ethereal. Even without his enhanced vision, Izuku could see the outline of her flawless body beneath the translucent veil—the swell of her breasts, the gentle slope of her waist, and the curve of her hips that made his breath hitch.
' Man, she's fucking hot, ' he thought, pulse quickening.
Her eyes gleamed mischievously as she moved toward his bed, sliding up beside him and locking her fingers around his arm like a lifeline.
"So… what movie are we watching?" Her voice was soft, but carried that teasing edge.
Izuku smiled, the low hum of excitement building inside him. "Not sure yet. Let's pick together, shall we?"
He reached for the remote, his arm raised, ready to select their entertainment. But before he could press a button, her hand shot out, gripping his wrist and pulling it firmly against the swell of her chest.
"Let's forget about the movie," she whispered, voice heavy with promise.
At that moment, his cock sprang to full attention, pressing insistently against the fabric of his boxers. She chuckled softly, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Oh, I guess he's ready." She emphasized the "he's" like a tease, knowing full well what she was doing.
"Yeah," he murmured, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. "UnSurprisingly."
Her fingers moved quickly, tugging his waistband down in one smooth motion until his thick, throbbing length sprung free. It gleamed under the green lights, pulsating with energy, thick and impossibly long.
' Man, I used to pray for times like this, ' she thought, eyes locking on him with hunger and reverence.
Izuku's gaze never wavered as she reached out, her hand wrapping firmly around his shaft. Her touch was warm, confident, and teasing. His pulse thrummed beneath her fingers.
' I wonder if she's good at this, ' he mused, intrigued by the eager fire burning behind her eyes.
Her hand began to stroke him slowly at first, savoring the feel of his hardness. The soft, wet sound of her palm sliding over his skin mixed with the subtle hiss of breath escaping her parted lips. She bit her lower lip, eyes darkening as she set a steady, deliberate rhythm.
"Damn," Izuku thought, feeling the delicious friction coil tighter and tighter inside him, every stroke a spark threatening to ignite a wildfire.
TO BE CONTINUED