Chapter 39: Special Training – Part 1

“Text” – Normal speech

‘Text’ – Thought

“Text” – Quirk Spirit speaking in the human world

“Text” - Attack

“Text” – Radio/Communication lines

“Text” – None Japanese speech

(text) – Subtext/meaning behind a spoken word

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"Midoriya, I'm doing this right?" Jiro called out. They had gone through warm-ups and that god-awful obstacle course already, so she had worked up a sweat and now was going through her minute of mountain climbers.

"Y-yeah! You're doing great!" Midoriya replied, but a glance showed that he wasn't looking. She would get pissed, but she knew from the moment she entered that she had his attention and what she was doing to him. So really, Midoriya turning away just told her she was too much for him to gaze at.

"You sure? I feel like I'm messing up somewhere. I think you can come over and make sure." But Jiro wasn't about to let him get away that easy. She would get what she wanted…but it seemed like he wanted it almost as much as she did.

“O-of course…” Midoriya agreed, a little devil on his shoulder that sounded far too much like a smug Yuga asked if he was doing it because she felt she needed up, or if maybe he had decided he would take a helping of her? ‘Dammit, Jiro!’

Jiro’s performance through their training had been comparable to the previous days, but she was just as determined. And if she had come wearing the same U.A. P.E. gear, he wouldn’t have minded standing closer to her and watching her, but she hadn’t walked into the danger room in that.

When she announced herself, he had been looking through the tablet for ways to improve the obstacle course without putting too much burden on her. When he looked up, his eyes might as well have fallen out of their sockets.

Jiro was a striking contraction-petite yet curvy in ways that felt almost unfair. Her slender frame walked over to the side with such casual grace, and with her back turned, he could lay witness to her absurdly perfect butt, which made her yoga pants work overtime to keep them contained, the hot pink fabric clinging to her like a second skin, stopping just above her shins. At the same time, her purple sports brat highlights the subtle definition of her torso while firmly cupping and hiding her breasts from his hungry gaze.

Black workout shoes completed the look, though when she turned, he felt his blood heating up and rushing through him as he looked into her onyx eyes, sharp as daggers, framed by long lashes that made her gaze intense and teasing.

The faint red to her cheeks gave away that she wasn't as much of a minx as she appeared while her dark purple hair was tied into a neat bun; practical and professional looking made her seem ready for business, or as a voice in his head joked some fun. Her ear jacks didn't remain idle either, moving about in a way that drew his eye and made him want to gently grasp them.

Once more, he felt grateful that he went for baggy pants, but he knew that he couldn't stand back forever. Jiro came to him for help. What kind of guy would he be if he did a half-ass job? Not the one his mother raised, that's for sure.

"Actually, your form is too loose. When you perform a mountain climber, you mustn't slouch your back or bounce your hips." Midoriya approached her, his eyes darting to her now and again, each time his eyes focused on her ass before he would rip his gaze from then.

"Oh, really?" Jiro pretended to ask, but she caught him without him noticing. She knew where he was looking, and she liked it. She was unsure she could draw his attention when she was so average compared to other girls, but his hungry, wanting gaze dispelled that. Just to keep it up, she bounced around more, her butt hypnotizing Midoriya, who felt like his mouth went dry.

“Yeah, bouncing your hips just makes excess movement, your effort for less gain.” Midoriya absentmindedly replied as he approached and, like the previous day, got close to her to correct her position, being sure not to get his crotch anywhere close to her, fearful that she would feel it and have a very adverse reaction.

Jiro rolled her eyes at that. Could he not see that she wanted that? Well, she was done wasting time or second-guessing herself. She knew what she wanted, and she would take it. When his hand went to her bare stomach, she let out a pleased hum, getting him to freeze. She knew he would know that sound, and he couldn't mistake it. But just to drive that point.

Midoriya felt her soft, firm ass pressing into his crotch, his rising boner only growing even faster as his dick, still in his pants, didn't so much poke as it thrust into her butt cheek, Jiro's face growing red as she felt just how…big he was. She hadn't seen it, but she knew he was having a pleasant surprise for her.

“J-Jiro.” He sounded out, but to her delight, he didn’t move away, his hand remaining on her stomach, feeling her up and lighting up her nerves while he pressed his dick deeper into her butt.

She let out another moan, shifting her butt a little bit so that his dick came to rest above her two cheeks, then she pressed in, both moaning at the sensation, even with their clothes still on.

"Kyoka," she sounded, looking over her shoulder at him with longing but also nerviness in those beautiful and expressive indigo eyes. It was a clear sign that, for all her confidence, it was only skin deep, as…this was her first time. "Call me Kyoka...please.”

Izuku's lust was overtaken by care and admiration as he pulled her closer, nuzzling his face into the back of her neck, taking in her scent off her neck. Kyoka let out a shocked but pleased grasp when he licked her neck.  “Of course, if you’ll call me Izuku.” He replied as he continued to massage her, licking at her neck as she continued to grow more flustered before she smiled as she started rolling her butt around, returning the favor with a clothed ass-job; that was the correct term, right?

Screw it. Who cared for the right words when she was going to get screwed before the day was done?

Neither was sure when it happened, only that it did. One moment, she was on her hands and knees with Izuku pressed against her back; the next, she was laying on her stomach as he continued to ravage her, his legs shifting to hold her down as he had his way with her, the purple haired girl loving every second of it as she turned her head to him, her gaze half-lidded but wanting more.

"Kiss me," Kyoka asked; Izuku acquiesced without a word as he moved forward, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, Kyoka moaning under him as his lips were soft, smooth even. Izuku took control of it as his tongue got into play. The flustered, horny girl parted her soft, wet lips for him, giving his entry to dominate her as his tongue wrapped around hers, dancing about her mouth.

One hand had remained on her stomach, but now both moved up her body towards her sports bra, his fingers shifting under it and capturing her breasts in his grasp, getting another whimper out of her, Kyoka shivering as his hands massaged her petite chest. But she couldn’t banish her insecurities about it as she broke the kiss, a line of saliva still connecting their lips as she looked away the best she could given her prone position.

“I know they’re not the biggest…” Kyoka couldn't help but wonder if he was comparing her to Saiko, who, even in her uniform, Kyoka could tell had an ample bosom while she was…her. She could use tricks, dress in gym wear she called incredibly slutty, but they were getting past that point, and she didn't know what to do.

Izuku ceased in his motions, but he didn't pull away as he felt his breath over the nape of her neck, his hands like shaped fire as they cupped her breasts, but he didn't move. Kyoka felt a pit in her stomach as she thought she had caught him out. He was scrambling to lie and save face with her, so she braced herself as she turned back to him.

Whatever she wanted to say died on her lips as she saw his gaze, his eyes burning with a sense of loss and wrath that made her feel weak, scared, but incredibly aroused. That clued her into the fact his cock was still pressed against her, and she could feel it somehow getting hotter as it throbbed between her ass cheeks.

She yelped as Midoriya grabbed her and turned her over, her back hitting the ground with a thud that was nearly painful as he loomed over her, his eyes filled with a scorching her as he kept his gaze on her face, on her eyes as he wordlessly took off his top, exposing his torso and arms to her. Kyoka's eyes hungrily took in his chiseled build, his pecs and six-seemingly carved by master craftsmen. Powerful yet compact in chest and shoulders, built for function, not vanity. Every muscle was honed through grueling training and what she now knew to combat.

His top gone, he grabbed her sports bra, and before she could stop him, he reached for the zipper that happened to be on her bust. He pulled it down, exposing more of her before her bra came undone, and he pushed it out of the way, exposing her breasts to his gaze. Her bust wasn't large, but she was far from flat as Izuku could see and appreciate the swell of her chest, especially how she had the cute inverted nipples that were just begging to be played with.

"You're perfect, Kyoka," Izuku told her, moving in and laying a kiss on her right breast, finding that he loved the taste and how she shivered from it and continued, taking her nipple into his mouth to lick and suckle on it, trying to get the shy tit to come out to play. "You're just…so beautiful that it's driving me insane. Can't you feel what you're doing to me?" He thrust into her, Kyoka feeling his cock throbbing against her moistening crotch, the girl wanting to see it, to hold it and feel it in her.

"Still." Kyoka whimpered, pleasure and wariness warring in her as Izuku released her nipple and pulled her into a deep kiss, pouring all his want, desire, and honesty into it. Kyoka leaned into it as she grasped his head and held him close. 

When he pulled back, it was only that she could feel his hot breath on her face. "It's you, Kyoka, that I want right now. You that I'm not going to let go of till I've made you mine by claiming all you have." He told her her hair had gone undone from her bun as he moved some of her out of the way of her face. “But…do you want me?”

“God, yes!” Kyoka cried as she pulled in for another kiss; even if Izuku quickly managed to win, she didn't care as she kissed him, putting her desires on the table and throwing whatever cautions or fears she had into the trash. "I want this, I want you! I'm sick of waiting and feeling like I can't have you. Even just for one day-"

Izuku silenced her by flicking her left breast, drawing a pained but pleased moan from her. "It won't be one day; it will be for as long as we can; I promise I'll give you all the happiness you can take and then some, Kyoka." He didn't do one-night stands and wouldn't let this be the exception.

Diving in once more, Kyoka's back arched as she let out a breathless grasp as his lips sealed around her nipple, soothing the lingering pain with his tongue, which messaged, poked, and prodded at her nipple, trying to draw out her nub as his other hand went to work massaging her other breast. Izuku enjoyed every moment of it as her flesh was soft, her ties well shaped with their size only playing to that strength, not too big but definitely not small as she foolishly believed.

Kyoka wailed out as he finally got her nub out, with Izuku not caring for how sensitive it was as he toyed with it, over and over as she wrapped her arms around his head, keeping him to her chest as she kept on moaning “More, please more, Izuku, don’t stop.”

Izuku wasn't planning to, as he had gotten a taste of it. Now he wouldn't back down till he was satisfied, no matter how long it took as he pulled back with a pop, the cold air of the danger room hitting her wet, exposed nip, Kyoka's nerves as Izuku went for the other nipple to give it the same treatment as she humped him the best she could, trying to feel more of his cock even with then both still wearing pants.

Kyoka had never felt something like this, even when she played with herself; her hands could never match this heat flowing through her as Izuku seemed determined to mark her chest as his, a notion she had no issue with as she let out another mewl as his tongue had a rapid flick to her exposed nipple. His blatant, animalistic lust for her tits only flooded with greater joy.

She had never thought she would find herself in a situation like this, laid out on the floor of some secret training room, her tits out for all to see as someone she had only met a couple weeks back made a meal of her. At the same time, she continued to thrust her soaked crotch into his dick. She had intended to lose her virginity now that she was in college; who wouldn't? But she had always thought she wouldn't be like those other girls, party animals that went for the first hot guy they saw.

Kyoka thought she would have a committed relationship, maybe not the one she would stay with long term, but she thought she wouldn't be putting out so damn fast, and yet, she didn't care one bit about that.

Who gave a shit that they were moving too fast? So what if he already had a girlfriend? Saiko permitted this, so there was no guilt-just desire, and Kyoka didn't think she picked wrong. Izuku, in the short time she had known him, had proven that he was a dependable guy who didn't care for wealth status or quirks. He didn't make a single comment about her or any of the girls, and now she could see and feel how little he cared for her thoughts about how she was lesser to other girls.

He shared her dream to be a hero for the sake of others and even went beyond to aid the remnants of those who couldn't be saved in time. And there was the fact that he was hot as hell and in great shape. All that just made it easy to declare that she wanted him and that she was a girl in need of him to be the one who took her virginity and plowed his claim to her deep into her.

"Hmmm!" Kyoka whimpered as her core clenched as she increased the tempo, desperate to fill him inside her. Her tits were the center of his attention as he left them so sensitive and wet it was insane as Izuku switched between them, now flicking the odd hand one with his massaging hand. His hands were bringing her such pleasure but also aching desire that she was tearing up as she wanted more.

But her desire to return the favor was stronger.

Releasing his head, she almost regretted it as Izuku retreated from her tits, her nipple popping out of his mouth with a smack, his eyes half-lidded, nearly as if he had been in a daze brought on by breast, the idea she could have such an effect of him was a major boost to her confidence, but also just made her wetter.

“Get on your back.” She anxiously ordered, as she didn’t know what she was doing and could only rely on what she had seen in porn and heard in passing from other girls.

Midoriya looked like he wanted to refuse, dive back in, and continue to have his way with her sensitive, wet tits. Still, with a grunt, he obeyed, Kyoka getting a show as his muscles tensed and relaxed. He shifted off her, parting from her and laying and sitting away from her. How he settled, his baggy pants showed her two things.

The first was that she had leaked through her panties and pants into his crotch, which was similarly damp. The second was that he was bigger than she thought as his cock was tenting in his pants, it looked like he had something lethal in his pants, and she wondered how it would fit into her as she was such a small woman compared to that.

Such thoughts went straight to her pussy as she felt it burning with desire, but she held back. Not yet; she had to pay him back for making her feel good before she got to the main event.

She fully removed her sports bra, tossing it to the side, forgotten as she crawled towards him, not caring that she was using her mother's advice for this as she could see just how it was affecting Izuku, who seemed like he wanted to just grab her and fuck her. Still, again, she couldn't just rush this. This was her first time, and she tried to make it a splash. She crawled towards him like a horny cat, moving with purpose towards his crotch.

Seeing where she was going, Izuku felt his cock throb even harder as her hands reached for his belt; Kyoka had no idea why he went with such a traditional style of workout clothes, but that was for later as her hands went to work undoing sash and pulling his pants down and off his legs, tossing them where she threw her bra.

To prepare for exercise and assist Kyoka, Izuku donned white and green performance briefs with breathable, moisture-wicking fabric, ensuring optimal airflow and comfort during his workout. But all Kyoka cared about was how snug and supportive it was, as she could clearly see that he was packing some serious heat. Reaching for it, she was in awe at how hot it was, her touch garnering a grunt out of Izuku as his eyes glared at her, anger held back by restraint as he waited to see what she would do to him.

He wouldn't need to wait long as she pulled down his underwear as well, allowing his cock to spring free, smacking her in the chin, drawing a surprised squeak from her as she felt the force behind it. His cock coming to rest on her face, she let out a free awed breath over it, taking it just how thick, hard, and hot it was.

It had to be the biggest one she had ever seen, and she had ever seen, and unlike porn, she would be the one experiencing it. She grasped at his cock, feeling how veiny it was, veins that were why the rod pulsed at her touch, leaving her to wonder if he could get any bigger, a thought which made her scared and aroused.

She stroked him off, but it was clear how little experience or confidence she had as she quickly moved to two hands. Still, Izuku didn't care, instead taking pleasure in her soft hands around his cock. Kyoka's hands made him look larger with how she slowly stroked it. When she squeezed a little, his shaft flexed in approval.

"Keep going that, Kyoka. You're doing great." He complimented her, which drew a surprised sound from her, the woman blushing from his compliment as she continued, happy that she could do so this. Izuku was already rearing to go, and their not-so-dry humping earlier only threw wood into the furnace, so it didn't take for his tip to start leaking pre-cum which Kyoka saw.

Looking him in the eye with a gaze that was both too innocent and too hungry, she cutely asked. “Can I kiss it?”

“Please.” He groaned out as dammit, could Kyoka get him turned on with just a look. She smiled at his permission, as really she had no clue about this. Still, other girls said guys loved stuff like this, so she leaned in, supporting herself on her elbows as she bent his shaft towards her parted lips. She kissed the tip, her tongue coming in to draw in his pre-cum as his cock pulsed, Izuku letting out a deep-throated groan.

She found that she liked the taste and his reaction as she went in again and again, kissing his cock's head with quick pecks before she moved to the rest of it. At the same time, her hands hadn't stopped stroking him over, only now she would move them out of the way as she worked her way down his shaft. Just like he had shown his love for her tits, she would shower his cock and balls with all the love they deserved.

She saw how he was affected, by it, his muscles straining, his hands flexing, as he resisted the urge to force her to perhaps deepthroat him. Izuku was moaning without shame as she cared for his cock; when she got to his balls, he pinched his eyes shut with a hiss that she could feel in his cock, which was pulsing about like crazy, his lustful blood only making it hotter in her hands that continued to stroke him off.

Kyoka was about to involve her tongue, as that seemed like the best step, but she had a better idea—something that a quick nerd like Izuku would love, as she looked up at him.

“Look.” She didn’t say more, only waiting for Izuku to open his eyes, dark with lust. With a cheeky smile on her flushed face, her earphone jacks came into play. Her smile only grew when she saw the flash of realization, disbelief but anticipation in his eyes before she wrapped them around his cock several times, her hands leaving it as she continued to stroke him with her headphone jacks.

"This this good?" She asked him as she continued, Izuku biting his lip as he looked back at the ceiling.

"Kyoka, this is amazing." It was like nothing he had ever felt; it wasn't like fingers, as they were too slim and flexible. Kyoka might not have trained for this, but hero training leading up to U.A. might she had exceptional control over her earphone jacks, which could extend to an extent. The result? Was that she could use coil them around Izuku's impressive cock like two snakes, each wrung alternating how and where it squeezed to create an experience unlike anything else.

"Then you'll love this." The tips of them came up to the sides of his cock. Usually, she used them to listen in or jab people she found annoying, sending her heartbeat through them. She kept to a much lower power output when she used it now.

“Fuck! Just like that!” Izuku cried out as he felt the duel pulse shoot through his cock. Lighting up every nerve he had, it was almost as good as when he could cum.

Kyoka happily abided as she continued to use her jacks to send random pulses of her heartbeat into him, his reaction only making her hotter as her heart raced. When she started to gently suckle on his tip, her tongue swirling around the tip and top, Izuku continued to let out pleased, wanting noises as she worked him up to that point of completion. Her jacks helped her as she could tell that he was far too big for her to fit even half his cock into her mouth, not without practice.

Izuku felt his abs tense as she worked him, giving him an experience that only she could as he spared a glance and immediately regretted it. Her mouth on the top, her jacks working his shaft and one hand cupping his balls, the other moving and burying itself in her crotch, fingering herself through it all.

The sight was messy, uncoordinated, and busy, but God did he turn him on. Too much, it seemed, and he felt himself getting close. He bit his lip again, trying to hold off, to experience this longer, but Kyoka could feel his heartbeat. She could hear him mutter a curse and put two and two together.

Pulling back from his cock with a harsh wet pop, Kyoka's breath came out labored and laced with desire. She felt like nothing she had before as she looked at him, her eyes frenzied as she continued to stroke him off with her jacks. "Cum, Izuku. I want to see you cum. I want to taste." Kyoka breathed out as she lapped at the sides of his cock, lathering it and her earphone jacks in saliva.

That paired with her request, and Izuku was done. When she returned to his cock's head, that was when his cock pulsed, sending a thick, hot shot of cum directly into her mouth. Kyoka was caught by surprise by just how much it was. Still, where others would have pulled back, she latched on and started to swallow it as she continued to work his shaft, her hand fondling his balls, which continued to produce more.

The second shot that followed was just as large as the last, causing her cheeks to inflate a little as Kyoka’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she tasted it, the sensation of his cum in her mouth, of jacking him off with her quirk pushed her over her limit as well as she came, a flood of girl cum flowing out of her pussy, through her hands and into her pants. Kyoka moaned directly into his cock, which only prolonged his cumming, the third shot moving too much for her as it overflowed out of her mouth, leaking out over his cock, her hand, and earphone jacks.

She pulled back there, but neither came down from their high as she continued to cum her brains out, same as him as his cock pulsed as it shot out shot after shot of his cum; his cock still aimed at her meant that her hair, her face, and modest chest were all doused, Kyoka smiling like a cum drunk slut though it all, which got her more cum as Izuku couldn't-wouldn't look away from such a sexy visage.

Eventually, they reached their limit; Izuku fell back into his back, breathing heavily as he had never had such an…just wow.

Kyoka was the same, giggling as she now understood why some girls liked getting covered in cum; it was such a liberating thing, and when she came along with it. God, she had never had such a fantastic release in her life.

But she wanted more…so much more, and looking towards Izuku, whose cock remained as hard as steel, she knew he wanted it too.

“Izu…” Kyoka slurred out, her head still fuzzy from that explosive climax she had. Izuku, still trying to get some oxygen back into his lungs, looked towards her as she rose up, covered in his cum. With a needy, lustful, and beautiful smile that could make even a nun wet, she started cleaning herself.

His eyes nearly fell out of his head as she watched Kyoka gather up his cum, on her fingers and hands and lick them clean. Repeating it, each time more sensual and lascivious than the last. She cupped her chest, rubbing his cum into her flesh like it was lotion, only to bring her cum covered hands to her soft, smooth lips where her tiny tongue peaked out to clean off the mess.

She wasn't even done, and yet Izuku felt any restraint he had break.

Pouncing on her, he glared at her with such desire that she sobered up and realized their position and the fact she had his pulsating cock pressed to her soaked crotch.

Izuku didn't speak; he didn't ask as he gripped her pants, and Kyoka didn't fight him as he pulled them down her legs. Kyoka's hips were small and slender but soft and curvy as she exposed the pair of purple cotton panties she had worn, soaked all the way through with her essence. Still, like her pants, they were done as Izuku tore them off of her, leading to her gasping as she saw him tossing the ruined remains of the garment to the side.

"H-hey! You don't jus-" Kyoka's complaint turned into a moan as she felt Izuku's hands on her pussy. His eyes and hands took in her most intimate spot. Her vulva was glossy with her juices, along with revealing the fact that she didn't shave down there, which would be mortifying if she didn't see just how much Izuku desired her even though she didn't have a cleanly shaved and smooth pussy.

Kyoka still squirmed under his touch, grasping at him and the floor as his fingers danced across her pussy, lighting up nerves that had just fired off, teasing her entrance with a treat of fingering, his fingers much larger than her own. Kyoka knew they could get so much deeper than her own, and with prior experience, she was eager to feel what skills he brought that she didn't have.

Izuku robbed her of that when he pulled away, leaving her to whine at a loss, a whine silenced when Izuku took her cheeks and pulled her into a deep, searing kiss. Once more, his tongue invaded and marked his territory.

Kyoka went wide-eyed as didn't guys not like kissing girls that just gave them head? Did he not care? Did he like his own taste? She didn't know, and she didn't fucking care enough to ask as she leaned into it, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close as the two naked, sweaty teens went at it for all they were work, Izuku showing her things she never knew were possible and never wanted to part with.

Izuku shifted them around, grasping her ass at long last and instantly loving how her cheeks felt in his hands. They were warm and plump, overflowing in his hands as he went to work squeezing and kneading them, rewarded with sweet whines and moans from Kyoka. Still, she couldn't speak as he refused to let her break from their kiss longer than a couple seconds before he pulled her in, not that she wanted him to stop as she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in place as Izuku moved, displaying some of that sexy strength, shifting into a kneeling position with Kyoka still wrapped around him.

At last, he broke their make-out, the two panting as they looked each other in the eye. “You’re so stunning.”

Kyoka looked away, blushing as she could feel his throbbing cock pressed against her sensitive pussy. “Don’t just say that stuff like that.”

"I'll keep saying it, day after day, till you believe it," Izuku told her, shifting about so that she felt him even more, the girl moaning at the sensation of his large, searing rod pressing against her.

“Let’s just continue.” Kyoka pouted as she lifted herself, her core muscles coming in as she reached for his cock, her small hand gripping around its girth, she eyed the dot of cum that came out, licking her lips as she desired to taste it again, but her smoldering core let itself be known.

She was reminded of just how large his cock was, its girth almost as intimidating as she couldn't stop the gasp that escaped her lips when she thought about what it would do to her. He would split her so wide, and reach so deep into her, deeper hen she could ever reach on her own, and with she just knew he would fuck her long and hard, that his cum would claim her womb. He was still rearing to go after she stroked him off with a blow job thrown in. Would cumming just once more be enough to satiate this beast?

She didn't know, and the fear mixed with eager excitement as she desperately wanted to find out.

Izuku stopped her, his eyes looking her over, worried about something. "Do…do you have protection or…" Izuku asked. Kyoka was dumbfounded for a moment before she understood what he was asking.

"Don't worry about it; my mom gave me the pill stuff, so…yeah…" She should really do something to thank her mother as the woman, without even knowing, had prepared and got her daughter the fast-acting birth control pills on hand, the type that only needed 12 hours till show-time, and Kyoka had still embarrassed at the time, taken it before she went to bed.

Izuku let out a relieved breath as he got so used to Saiko being on birth control he stopped carrying condoms a while back. So, with the crisis of being blue-balled avoided, they got back to action as Kyoka held his cock in place so that he could rise her, shifting her around till his far, blunt tip pressed against her opening. Kyoka gave him the nod as Izuku started slowly sinking her onto his cock. Her pussy proved unwilling at first, but as the pressure mounted, his rod parted her pussy's lips, getting a groan out of her as she felt him sink in, his cock a different beast to her fingers.

“Keeping going,” She wheezed, as she had broken her hymen training to get into U.A., but that didn't prepare her for just how stupidly big Izuku was, its pulsing pillar slowly filling her as Izuku lowered her more on his cock, the boy grunting and groaning as more entered and thus was subject to the searing, wet and hot embrace, so much like her earlier special ear-job, but different. Izuku kept track of her face and how discomforted she seemed. He was two-thirds of the way in when she whined, and he stopped.

She looked apologetic, as if she had failed some easy task, but Izuku leaned forward and gave her a sweet, gentle kiss. "It's fantastic as is. Do you want to wait to get used to it before we continue?"

“Yes, please.”

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Okay, I'm fully rested. I got my 8 hours of sleep and extra hours to relax after having to work my ass off to finish work on Gwrthryfel y Ci Du's latest chapter. Still, I'm hoping this week isn't nearly as punishing as I don't need to worry about a Thursday upload; that's for next week…But I need to worry about studying more as I should be getting my lost study materials during the week…joy.

This chapter was somewhat stress-free to write as it's all just smut, stuff that was meant to be in the last chapter but was cut because it would have bloated it.

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Have no fear—the next chapter will continue, as I was on a roll there. After that, we'll go to the Sports Festival, which I'm really excited about. I've come up with another creative means to write the arc, similar to the changes I implemented in More Than You Think.

Also, for the record, no, I don't think women that dress like Kyoka while they exercise are slutty. I know some of you would take it like that, but again, how Kyoka sees it partly because of her insecurities about her body, which, as you just read, Izuku called out for being bullshit and made sure she felt his honesty…in more ways than one, AYO! (Sorry, I couldn't help myself)