Izuku waited, sitting on the edge of the bed. The silence in the room was a fragile dome, and the only sound was the beat of his own heart, a war drum in his chest. The last time, Toga had been a whirlwind. She had steamrolled him with her chaotic energy, leaving him breathless, overwhelmed, and, to his own shame, desperate for more. She had been the hunter, and he, the mesmerized prey.
Not tonight. Tonight, the rules were changing.
When the door creaked open, almost inaudibly, Toga's silhouette was framed against the dim light of the hallway. Her slender, athletic figure was a promise of chaos contained within a form of predatory elegance.
"Izuku-kun…" her voice was a low, playful purr, the sound of a cat that's cornered its favorite mouse. "You called for me. What mischief do you have in mind?"
She closed the door. The soft click of the latch seemed to seal their little world off from the rest of the universe. The room was plunged into an intimate gloom, lit only by the silvery glow of the moon filtering through the window.
Izuku stood up, and the movement wasn't that of a nervous teenager. It was deliberate, calm. His posture was a statement.
"Last time, you set the pace, Toga," he said, his voice a low murmur, laced with a new authority that made her golden eyes narrow with predatory delight. "This time, I decide how we play."
She tilted her head, a sharp smile gracing her lips as she approached, her hips a pendulum of deliberate provocation. She wore black lace lingerie she had created with Momo's Quirk, a silken web that clung to her curves, a second skin over her pale, athletic body. The perfect curve of her ass was hinted at through the transparent fabric, a promise of softness and strength.
"Look what I made just for you," she whispered, spinning with feline grace, the movement making the moonlight play over the shapes the lace barely covered. "Yaomomo would die of embarrassment if she saw how I use her power. It's our little secret, right?"
Izuku swallowed, heat rising up his neck, but he didn't back down. He stood his ground, the calm center in the storm of sensuality she projected.
"It's perfect," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "But it's missing something."
From under the bed, he pulled out his secret weapon: a pair of delicate, soft, black plush kitten ears, and a long, flexible tail with a polished metal tip that gleamed in the moonlight. Toga's eyes went wide, first with surprise, then with an almost feral pleasure. A throaty laugh escaped her, a sound of pure excitement.
"You... you bought this, Izuku-kun? How naughty! I didn't know you were into this."
"I want to see you wear it."
His voice wasn't a suggestion. It was a soft command, an order wrapped in desire. He placed the ears on her head, his fingers deliberately brushing the sensitive skin behind hers. Toga let out a trembling sigh, her eyelids fluttering. Then, he picked up the metal-tipped tail. The metal was cold to the touch, a delicious contrast against the heat of her skin.
"I'm going to put it in you... and I want you to feel every second of it."
She didn't answer with words. She just nodded, her lips parted in a silent invitation.
"Do it, Coach," she whispered, her tone a perfect blend of defiance and submission.
She turned, offering him her back. Izuku applied lubricant to the metal tip and, with torturous slowness, inserted it. The contrast of the cold metal against her inner heat tore a sharp, choked moan from her.
"Ngh!"
Her thighs trembled, her hands gripping Izuku's shoulders. The metal slid deeper, a strange and overwhelming feeling of fullness that made her gasp.
"That... feels... weird. So weird."
He smiled, a predator's smile she couldn't see.
"This is just the beginning."
He took a small bottle of strawberry oil and poured a few drops into his palm, the sweet, edible scent filling the air. He rubbed his hands together to warm it and began to massage her thighs. His fingers slid over the pale, firm skin, a trail of heat ascending slowly, moving dangerously close to the black lace of her panties. Toga sat on the edge of the bed, her legs parting in a silent, instinctive invitation.
"Like that?" Izuku murmured. His fingers hooked the fabric, sliding it down, but not all the way. He stopped right at the edge, revealing the start of her slick, pink, intimate lips. He used the silk of her own panties to rub her folds, a wet, whispering friction that made her squirm.
She bit her lip, her hips moving uncontrollably, seeking more of that exquisite friction.
"Izuku... don't tease me..." she panted, her voice broken with desire.
But her words were lost in an "Ahh...!" as he increased the pressure, rubbing the soaked fabric directly against her clit. With his other hand, he gently twisted the metal tail. The metal, sliding inside her, amplified every touch, every pulse of pleasure.
"I want to see you lose control," he whispered, leaning in to nip at the curve of her kitten ear. "I'm going to make you come like this, Toga. Just with this."
She laughed, a broken sound, almost a sob.
"You're... bolder than I expected... Keep going. Don't stop."
The now-drenched fabric slid over her clit with exquisite friction. Toga tensed, her body arching like a bow as an orgasm shot through her like lightning. A sharp, choked scream echoed in the room, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
"Yes, ah! Izuku!"
A clear fluid slid between her legs, soaking the lace and dripping onto the sheets. She shivered, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax, the metal tail vibrating inside her with every spasm.
But he wasn't finished. He pulled a black silk blindfold from his pocket, soft and ominous.
"Now," he growled, his voice a deep, guttural rumble that vibrated in the center of her chest, "you're going to feel everything even more intensely."
He removed her panties completely, pulling them off with deliberate slowness. Her skin shone in the moonlight, her neat little mound and the pink folds of her intimate lips, now fully exposed, glistened with the wetness of her recent orgasm. His tongue replaced the fabric. He tasted her. Sweet, salty, addictive. A taste that was purely Toga.
"Izuku..." she moaned, her golden eyes dilating as he explored her sensitive flesh.
He stopped. He slid the silk blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into total, absolute darkness. The knot he tied at the back of her head was firm, a promise.
"I don't want you to see," he whispered against her skin, his hot breath sending shivers down her body. "I want you to feel. To listen. To obey."
Without sight, her other senses sharpened to a painful degree. The soft brush of the sheets against her back, the scent of strawberries and her own arousal filling the air, the sound of Izuku's breathing, now deeper, more animalistic.
"Open your legs for me, Toga."
The command was soft, but unbreakable. She obeyed without hesitation, her thighs trembling as they parted, offering him unrestricted access. She felt his fingers, now slick with her own essence, slide between her folds. They traced slow, torturous circles around her clit, never touching it directly, driving her to a new level of pleasant agony.
"Please..." she begged, her voice a thread.
"Please what?" he asked, his voice a cruel, amused purr. "Say it. Ask me for it."
"Touch me... please, touch me there..."
His mouth descended again, but this time it wasn't gentle. It was demanding. His tongue swirled against her core with a skill that left her breathless, licking, tasting, while his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs. A stifled moan was choked in her throat. She didn't dare scream, not without his permission.
She felt his hand move to her chest. His fingers closed around one of her pink nipples, already pebble-hard. He squeezed, a sharp, delicious pinch that tore a gasp from her.
"Ahh!"
"You like that?" he murmured against her wet lips. "You like it when it hurts a little?"
She could only nod frantically, her mind a haze of pleasure and submission. As his mouth continued its assault, his fingers twisted the metal tail once more, sending a shockwave of pleasure from deep inside her. The dual stimulation was too much.
"I'm gonna... Izuku, I'm gonna...!"
Her body convulsed, another orgasm, this one deeper and more shattering, wracked her. She moaned his name into the darkness, a broken sound full of total surrender.
He let her tremble in the aftermath for a moment, enjoying her loss of control. Then, he turned her with a surprising ease, positioning her on all fours on the bed. The position was vulnerable, animalistic, humiliating. The metal tail gleamed in the moonlight, an unholy appendage that marked her as his.
"Stay like that," he ordered.
She felt the heat of his body behind her. His hands settled on her hips, firm and possessive. A soft smack, open-palmed, landed on one of her ass cheeks. The sharp slap of skin on skin was audible in the room.
"Ngh!"
It didn't hurt, but the surprise and humiliation made her gasp. Then came another, a little harder. And another. The sensation began to change, the sting mingling with a surge of heat that spread through her lower belly.
"You're mine tonight, Toga," he growled, his voice hoarse in her ear. "Understand?"
"Yes..." she panted. "I'm yours."
He positioned himself behind her, his hard, hot erection brushing against the entrance to her pussy. The anticipation was agony. He didn't enter. Instead, he leaned down, and his tongue traced a path of fire from the base of her spine to her nape. She shivered, arching back against him.
"Izuku... please... just put it in..."
"Ask for it properly."
She swallowed, the humiliation and desire an intoxicating mix.
"Please, Coach... fuck me... I need you inside me. Now."
That was the magic word. With a guttural growl, he thrust into her. The penetration was deep, brutal, filling her completely. The cold metal of the tail pressed against her insides, sending a new wave of pleasure through her.
"YES! RIGHT THERE!"
His thrusts were powerful, relentless. Every strike was a possession, every movement a reminder of who was in charge. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, leaving marks. The sound of their bodies colliding was a primitive rhythm, a symphony of lust.
"I want to hear you," he growled, his thrusts becoming faster, wilder. "Moan for me, kitten."
And she did. Her stifled moans turned into screams of pleasure, uninhibited, unashamed. The blindfold freed her, allowing her to completely immerse herself in the sensations. It was a chaos of pleasure, a hurricane of feeling that was pushing her to the edge.
"Faster... Izuku, harder!"
He obeyed, his hips hammering against her with a controlled fury. He could feel his own climax approaching, a rising tide of heat and pressure. The metal tail seemed to vibrate with every thrust, a conductor of pleasure that was tearing her apart from the inside.
"IZUKU!"
She screamed his name as the orgasm hit her with the force of a train, a violent spasm that made her clench around him. He followed an instant later, his own pleasure exploding in a guttural roar as he spilled his seed deep inside her.
They collapsed together, sweaty and panting. The blindfold slipped from her eyes. She looked at him over her shoulder, her golden pupils dilated, shining with something more than lust. It was adoration.
"Izuku-kun," she whispered, her voice hoarse and broken. "I never thought... you could overpower me like this."
He smiled, withdrawing the metal tail with one last, gentle twist that made her shudder. He lay down beside her and pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms.
"I wanted it to be on my terms. And I wanted you to feel everything."
She laughed, a soft, genuine sound, as she snuggled against him.
"You're my favorite hero," she whispered, her voice thick with a confession that was more than skin-deep. "You always will be."