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