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