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It was days later, after her birthday party, that Itsuka had messaged Izuku about another training session. Only this time it would be just the two of them, “Alright, are you ready this time?” she asked him as he stretched his arms across his chest, which Kendo absolutely did not use as a chance to appreciate the formed muscles he had. No, not at all.
“Y-Yeah! I’m ready.” Izuku nodded as he got into his familiar fighting stance. She smirked as she looked down at his feet, he saw her look and readied himself for a low attack. She rushed forward and drew her leg back, he coiled and readied to jump over the attack to his legs only to be surprised when she swung her foot high and slammed it into his side with enough force to knock him off balance! Stepping back to try and regain it, he ended up falling square on his behind with his hand rubbing his side, “Ok, guess I wasn’t ready. Ow.” he winced.
“That’s the whole point. It’s called a feint. You telegraph what you're going to do so your opponent thinks to get ready for it, only to do something else they don’t expect.” she explained. “When I looked down at your feet, I made sure my gaze lingered there for a second so you’d notice.”
The knocked down boy nodded in understanding, “Ok but how often does that work? I mean if you keep doing that won’t your opponent just anticipate it?” he questioned as Kendo walked over to him.
“Yeah, which is why it’s best used when you can’t predict it.” She informed, “It’s not something you really pull off often, the first time is really the only time you can rely on it to work. After that, they’ll be on guard.” she expounded. Izuku hummed as he thought over the information, suddenly he rolled onto his side and drew his foot in. Kendo was quick to react by crossing her arms to block, but didn’t see his other foot slide out along the mat and into her foot.
As Izuku smiled in triumph at his success, he failed to realize that due to Kendo’s proximity and where her foot placement was, she would fall forward….onto him. “Uh-oh.”
BONK!!!
“GAH!” he yelled..
“MOTHERFUCKER.” She swore.
The pair held their foreheads, sore from the collision that neither had anticipated, “Ugh, sorry! I was gonna surprise you but I didn’t want to do that.” Izuku apologized. Kendo hissed as she drew her hand away, opening her eyes she saw that Midoriya was still wincing…..she also realized that she had basically fallen right on top of him. Her hand was lifting her up above him while her other had rubbed the point of impact, Izuku was back on his elbow while he did the same with his off hand which was laid down atop her own.
Her face was parallel to his, her chest barely touching his and her legs laid between his own. As Izuku drew his own hand away and opened his eyes, he blinked when he saw how close they were. His face lit up red like a fire hydrant, “I…..this…..er….” he tried to formulate another apology but the words died on his tongue.
They both blinked, “Sorry!” they said in unison, both trying to get up at once, only for Kendo’s hand to draw back from underneath Izuku’s, making him slip and fall back onto the mat with Kendo pulled down from him grasping her wrist to stop himself and pull her onto him, this time they didn’t bonk foreheads, but were face to face.
“That….that was…” she began, her breath skimming his lips from how close they were…..
He opened his mouth ever so slightly but nothing was said as he looked into her eyes, the cyan pools looking back into his own. She wetted her lips at the emerald looking so intently at her…..like she was the only thing in the world. “I should……get off….” she heard herself whisper, just low enough for him to hear it. His hand, which had grabbed her wrist, slowly traced up her arm.
His touch against her skin was almost electrifying, it caused her own hands on his chest to size up slightly and grab onto his dumb tee shirt. His hands were soft against her defined muscle and she felt herself relax against his touch. When it reached her shoulder it clasped it firmly, and in a moment she feared he would shove her off…..but instead he simply held her there, unsure himself of what to do.
So she made the choice for them.
She pressed her lips onto his, his eyes widened at the sudden touch and just as quickly as she did it she pulled away. And it was only then she realized what she had done, “I-I’m sorry I shouldn’t-” she stopped when he pulled her down and kissed her again. She breathed out against the kiss as her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him by it so she could kiss him even harder.
Her breasts, covered by her sports bra, pressed into him, causing him to let out a shuttered moan against her lips. She pulled back just enough to draw breath before he once again closed the distance, his lips kissing her cheek and around her mouth sloppily as his other hand left the ground and cradled the back of her head. He was totally inexperienced but she couldn't care less, a fire was ignited in her core and she was being consumed by it. “M-Midoriya-” she breathed out.
“Kendo I-I can’t…I can’t…” he panted out, still holding onto her shoulder. She took his hand and moved it, his fingers tracing over the fabric of her training bra as she led it over her shoulder and over her chest, she let out a purr as it traced over her breast. For good measure she guided him over her nipple which caused a jittering breath to come out, she could feel him against her, his hardness groaning beneath his sweatpants as she led him downwards more.
“God it’s….fuck.” she cursed as she took his hand over her abs, which he lingered on before she shoved them down to the waistband of her tight pants.
“K-Kendo I…I’ve never-” He whispered, his face turning a little red at admitting it only after they had become entangled like this.
“It’s ok. I’ll help ok?” she breathed out, slowly slipping his fingers just past the inside of her pants. He thickly swallowed, his eyes looked into her’s with hesitation, but he was met with something he never saw before. Desire.
Have could tell he was nervous and she didn’t blame him but FUCK she hasn’t been this horny in so long. “Just let me show you.” she whispered huskily, sending a shock through Izuku’s entire nervous system, he nodded wordlessly and she let go of his hand that rested right over her pelvis.
She took the sides of her sweats and pulled them down, exposing her grey pantries to him, they weren’t anything risqué, just plain cotton…..that now had a dark and damp spit right at the apex of her crotch. As she shuffled her sweatpants off her legs, in a fairly unflattering display from straddling him, she tossed them aside and then looked back down to Izuku who was just staring at her panties with a beat red face.
His fingers were trembling against her, just above the elastic strap of her underwear. Her hands reached for her shirt, seeing this izuku quickly followed her example and pulled his own shirt off, revealing his torso to her for the first time. Kendo paused in pulling her top off, his broad chest and defined muscles made her bite her her gaze raked over his frame.
Watching her eyes trail over him, Izuku felt his cheeks blush, self-consciousness causing him to become flustered. “It’s not fair.” Kendo breathed out. He blinked, “You keeping all this hidden under those baggy clothes.”
“I-er……sorry?” He squeaked out.
Itsuka reached for her top and pulled it up, the bra she had on underneath, the same white as the painters she wore. They weren’t explicitly sexy by any means but to Izuku they might as well have been Lingerie, he swallowed thickly as he tried to shuffled out of his pants, getting them Only down past his hips with Itsuka atop of him, it wasn’t as much as he wanted but it was enough to expose his boxer briefs and the tent that he was pitching.
The young woman felt a buzz emanate out from her core. If the situation was different things would be going slower, but her adrenaline was pumping, she was aroused and she could see him throbbing for her. Hands reached behind her and all but ripped the strap off her bra before letting it slip off her arms, exposing her chest to her partner.
The look on his face was almost comical, red and staring at her sizable bust. He swallowed thickly and looked up into her eyes, her hands slid down to her hips, hooked her thumbs into the band of her osntoes and pushed them down and exposed her slit, the exposure to air making her shiver. If his face was red before it now looked atomic, “My eyes are up here.” She teased, her pride swelling as his eyes snapped up to hers.
“S-Sorry.” He apologized, Kendo shook her head and reached down to the band of his underwear.
“I think you can make it up to me.” She purred as she pulled his shorts down far enough to reveal his length. It twitched excitedly and stood at attention, not lining up perfectly with her core but close enough to it. She slowly began to lower herself before his hands grabbed her hips, she looked down to Izuku.
“I….are you sure that…..you want me?” He asked nervously. She blinked at down at him in surprise, taken aback by the question before her face softened. Leaning down, her chest pressed into his making him gasp at the feeling of her nipples brushing against his flesh. She kissed him again, pulling away just an inch before she whispered against his lips.
“I want you.” She told him, his hands squeezed her waist before trailing up her sides, Kendo lifting herself up enough so he could fully see her face. His hands stopped on her sides, he looked down back to her breasts, and like before with her instruction moved over them and cupped them in his hands.
“Mhhhhmmm.” She hummed as she felt his hand mold her chest, his hands were firm but he was gentle, as though he was holding the most precious thing in the world. His head leaned forward and kissed her collarbone, her hand going to the back of his head and gripping his hair tightly, his next kiss was lower on her shoulder, then another towards the too of her breast.
SS he pressed into him, his cock brushing against her folds making them both moan. “Fuck baby that’s-mmhhhh!” She bit her lip as her hips bucked against him, he gasped flat her flesh, kneading her tits a little tighter but it only served to make her inner fire grow.
She felt so good against him, her chest was so soft and pleasant to feel but the way her entire body felt against his just felt right in the best of ways. “K-Kendo you-god you're perfect.” He breathed out, his head craning back as she thrust herself against him.
His hand left her chest and grabbed her ass, pulling her against him more and drawing out another moan as her slickness coated his rod. Her lips found his again, their kisses becoming sloppy as they ground against each other like animals in heat with no thought behind their actions, tongues wrestling one another as his hand clawed at her ass.
“You-nnngghh! Like my ass baby?” She asked, appreciating how he was gripping her rear cheek.
He looked up at her with a red face and nodded, “Y-Yeah it’s….god it’s so nice and firm bit…so soft too.” He groaned, giving it another hearty squeeze. She giggled at his hands while his other one palmed her breast as well, “A-And your….your…” he coughed, his face still red.
She smiled down at him, “My boobs?”
“Y…..yes, those.” He admitted, “They’re so soft and….oh god.” He breathed out, his thumb brushing over her nipple and making her softly gasp. She leaned down past his face right beside his ear, her teeth gently sunk into his lobe, not hard enough to break the skin but to make him groan beneath her.
“And what about my pussy?” she whispered.
“I want to taste it.” he answered without thinking, his hand left her chest and butt and slapped over his mouth. Kendo reeled back and blinked at him in surprise, “......I’m sorry.” he squeaked out.
Kendo took a breath to try and calm her now racing heart, she leaned down and kissed him to ease his concern, “Under any other circumstance I would let you, but right now I-” she shook her head with a laugh, “-I really, really want you inside me.” she purred out, her hands reaching down and grasping his shaft, slick with her juices from grinding against him for the last…however long it had been.
Izuku swallowed thickly but nodded, unable to hide the excitement in his eyes as he looked into her’s, she smiled before kissing him again. Their lips locked together as she brushed his head against her vulva, she moaned into his mouth before finally letting gravity take her down and-
Kendo gasped as she shot up in her bed, sweat covering her body as it tingled with excitement from the dream she just had. Looking around, her mind was jumbled for a moment as she got her bearings. “I….wha…..huh?” she managed to ask herself, her head turned to the clock at her bedside table. It read 12:30 a.m.
Her breathing was heavy and she could feel her face was still flushed, she pushed her bedsheets off to expose the tank top and shorts she wore to bed, her excited nipples poping at the fabric of her shirt and a noticeable dampness between her thighs. “I…fuck that was…..” she breathed out, looking down at herself.
….she was still horny.
She bit her lip as one hand reached down and cupped her breast through her shirt, sighing at the touch while she coiled herself and reached down to easily pull her shorts down her legs. Under normal circumstances, the idea of getting off to a friend would feel……complicated. Not to mention the fact that it was Midoriya, but she would decide to feel guilty about it later, she just…she just needed relief!
“Mmmmghh!’ She moaned to herself as her finger brushed against her slit, her hand that was fondling herself grabbed the front of her top and yanked it up to expose her breasts properly, grabbing the fabric with her teeth to hold and provide something to muffle herself with. She thought back to her dream, of his length sliding along her silt, her fingers grew with her quirk to around the size she imagined, nothing gigantic for her hand but enough that made her quim drool in anticipation.
Her hand grasped at her tit earnestly, squeezing between one and the other as her hips rutted against her hand. She muffled out a moan through her makeshift gag as her finger finally slipped inside herself, Fuck….Izuku… she thought as she imagined him over her, his length replacing her fingers as she plunged into herself rapidly. She was well past foreplay at this point, she just needed release, she NEEDED to cum!
She tweaked her nipple as her hips lifted up off the bead, drips of her nectar falling to the sheet as she imagined his hands lifting her up, Fuck, fuck, Fuck! That-That’s it baby thats-!!!
In her mind she saw Izuku’s flushed face looking down at her with adoration.
“MMMMHHHHHHHH!!!!” she moaned as her hips jutted up into her hand, her orgasam finally peaking and her one leg slipping out from the bed and making her fall to her side. The fabric slipped from her mouth as she panted, trying to recover from cumming. Her teal eyes stared blankly into the darkness, the grip on her boob softening and her hand shrinking back down to normal size before pulling out from the apex of her thighs.
That…..oh god that was…..fuck. She thought to herself, rolling over onto her back, her mind drifting back to her dream…..and slowly she began to realize exactly what she had done in her spur of the moment.
“What. The. Fuck?”