Izuku's pulse quickened as he crept closer, slipping silently behind her. His fingers hooked under the hem of her pants, tugging them down just enough to reveal the black thong hugging her perfect curves. His gaze darkened, drinking in the sight of her round, firm ass, the thin strap vanishing between her cheeks.
"Yeah…" he breathed, the sound low and husky, a whisper that brushed her ear like a secret.
The warmth of his breath sent an involuntary shiver racing down Mitsuki's spine. Her knees threatened to weaken, her hand tightening on the counter for support.
"Tell him I'm in the bathroom, alright?" Izuku murmured, his lips grazing dangerously close as he leaned in, his face hovering just shy of her ass.
His palms spread across her hips before sliding back, thumbs parting her cheeks slightly, the thong straining provocatively between them.
Mitsuki froze, heat flooding her body in a wave that started at her chest and spread lower. She had just finished the dishes, her hands still damp, but now every nerve screamed awareness of him—the closeness, the audacity, the reckless way he touched her as though she were his.
Her breath hitched, chest tightening, lips parting against her will. A soft, shaky sound escaped her throat—half whimper, half gasp—before she bit it back, teeth digging into her lower lip.
'Why did I ever let him come here?' she thought, mortified at the betrayal of her own body. Her cheeks burned as the realization hit her harder. 'Oh wait… he invited himself.'
But now, with him so close, his hands firm on her, the air thick with his scent—she wasn't sure if she truly wanted to push him away. The audacity, the teasing, the maddening way he held her in place… it was intoxicating, pulling her deeper into something she swore she wouldn't allow.
Izuku leaned just a little closer, close enough that every breath he released brushed hot against her skin. The faint warmth made goosebumps rise along her thighs, a sharp contrast to the heat pooling low in her belly.
Her mind raced, her heart hammering between panic and a dangerous, delicious anticipation she couldn't suppress.
His fingers lingered on her hips, deliberately slow, tracing down until they grazed the curve of her ass. The thin fabric of her thong offered little barrier—he could feel the softness beneath, the faint tremor in her body each time he pressed closer.
The audacity of it made his own pulse spike, hunger thrumming through his veins. His lips hovered for only a second before he gave in, brushing the barest kiss against the sensitive skin just above the string of her thong.
Mitsuki stiffened, a sharp gasp slipping past her lips. The sound betrayed her before she could stop it, and she bit down hard, trying to smother the rest. But her body betrayed her more cruelly than her voice—the heat flooding between her thighs, the subtle tremble in her legs, the way her breathing hitched with every exhale he ghosted over her.
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as if anchoring herself against the whirlwind inside her. She should shove him off—she knew she should—but her body refused to listen.
'This is insane… I can't…' she thought, the words rattling through her head, weak and unconvincing against the fire spreading through her. Her lips parted again, a faint, shaky whimper escaping before she could choke it down.
The contradiction tore at her—every rational thought screamed for distance, but every nerve in her body craved the dangerous closeness of him.
Izuku smirked, his own restraint fraying at the edges. His hand slid lower, skimming the thin string of her thong, tugging it just enough to make her shiver violently. His lips traced a slow, deliberate path along the curve of her ass, each press and graze sending electric jolts up her spine.
"Mm… you're so sensitive here," he murmured against her skin, the words spilling out in a husky growl that made her knees threaten to give out.
Heat surged through Mitsuki's body, a cocktail of embarrassment, longing, and raw desire twisting her insides. Her breathing grew ragged, chest rising and falling as if she were drowning in the sensation.
Her fingers twitched on the counter, aching to grab him, to push or pull, she wasn't sure—but she stayed frozen, trapped in the delicious torment of his teasing.
Then, just when she thought she'd collapse, Izuku stepped back. With a sly, commanding tug, he turned her around, his eyes locking onto the sight that stole his breath.
Her legs parted at his urging, granting him an unfiltered view—her glistening folds gleaming in the low light, slickness trailing down her thighs in sinful, shining lines.
Izuku's chest tightened, hunger blazing in his eyes. "Fuck…" he muttered under his breath, before chuckling low. He leaned in without hesitation, burying himself in her.
His tongue flicked across her swollen bud, slow and purposeful, savoring her taste as though he'd been starving for it.
"Ah… nnghh—" Mitsuki gasped, a sharp, broken sound she tried to swallow down. Her wide eyes flickered nervously toward Masaru in the next room, still glued to the football game, utterly unaware. The danger only made her body burn hotter.
Her hips jerked forward instinctively, a needy roll she couldn't control. She bit down hard on her lip to strangle the whine building in her throat.
Izuku hummed against her, the vibration thrumming through her core. His hands clamped firmly on her thighs, spreading her wider, holding her in place as he devoured her.
He alternated between long, wet strokes that dragged moans from her lips and quick, precise flicks that made her gasp high and sharp, her voice cracking with need.
"Mmhhnn… yes… ahh—there…" Mitsuki whimpered, the words tumbling out ragged and breathless, half-beg, half-command.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she ground against him, her body betraying her completely. Each desperate shudder, each buck of her hips only spurred him on, his smirk curling wider against her wetness.
Her moans spilled freely now, soft at first, then louder, sweeter, punctuated by sharp squeals she tried and failed to muffle. Her thighs trembled violently, her stomach tightening with the pressure of release building inside her.
"Mmm… Izuku… ahhh—don't stop… right there… nnnghh—" she cried, her voice breaking as he pressed his face closer, tongue diving deeper, lips sealing around her clit and sucking until she was trembling uncontrollably.
Every sound, every twitch of her body was his victory, and he relished it, savoring her taste, her scent, her desperate silent cries, until she was undone—gasping, arching, and completely consumed by the pleasure he forced out of her.
Her thighs quivered violently, the pressure in her core coiling tighter and tighter until every flick of his tongue felt unbearable. Mitsuki clutched at the counter with one hand, her nails digging into the wood, the other tangled desperately in Izuku's hair as though anchoring herself.
Her breaths came in ragged bursts—sharp inhales, broken whimpers, each one louder than the last. The fear of being overheard only twisted the pleasure sharper, her nerves burning under the thrill of it.
"I-Izu—nnghh… I-I can't—" she stammered, her voice cracking as a wave of pleasure slammed through her.
Izuku only tightened his grip, forcing her thighs wider, refusing to let her escape. His tongue lashed against her swollen bud, relentless, while his lips sealed around her and sucked hard. The wet, obscene sounds filled the air, mingling with her desperate cries.
That was it—the last push. Her body snapped.
Mitsuki's back arched violently, her head tipping back as a she screamed silently, stifled only by the bite of her lip. Her entire body convulsed, thighs trembling uncontrollably as heat and wetness spilled over his tongue.
"Ahhh— F-fuck… Izukuuu—" she cried in a low tone, her voice trembling with raw, broken ecstasy.
Her release came in waves, crashing over her again and again, each stronger than the last. Slickness gushed freely, dripping down her thighs, coating his chin as he groaned against her, drinking her in greedily.
Izuku smirked between hungry licks, his tongue never slowing even as she tried to push him back, overstimulated and trembling. He devoured her through every spasm, savoring her desperate squirms and the way her hips jerked helplessly against his mouth.
"Mmhh… that's it… give it all to me," he growled low between her thighs, his voice vibrating against her oversensitive flesh.
Mitsuki's body finally gave out, her knees buckling as she slumped forward against the counter, her chest heaving, skin flushed and damp with sweat.
Her breaths came fast and shallow, each one shaky and broken. She felt utterly undone, her legs weak, her body humming with the aftershocks of release.
Izuku pulled back at last, his lips and chin slick with her arousal, his grin dark and satisfied. He licked his lips slowly, deliberately, letting her see the hunger still blazing in his eyes.
"Damn…" he chuckled, his voice hoarse with desire.
Mitsuki's face burned crimson, her chest rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath. Her body still quivered, betraying her despite her frantic effort to pull herself together.
She opened her mouth to scold him, to say something—anything—but only a soft, trembling whimper escaped instead.
Izuku leaned in close, his breath hot on her ear. "And we're just getting started…"
TO BE CONTINUED