Time passed, and the final bell rang. The halls emptied quickly, voices and footsteps echoing off the walls. Izuku had already decided—no study session today. He had something else in mind.
Katsuki was waiting at the gate, hands shoved into his pockets. "Tch. You're late."
"Had to grab my stuff," Izuku said simply.
They walked together, neither in the mood for conversation. The afternoon sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the street. Katsuki seemed content to brood, while Izuku's mind was far away, turning over the same thought again and again.
' So I edged her last time… she hasn't felt anything close to what I gave her since. He almost smirked to himself. That means she's been restless—frustrated. And frustration leads to… opportunity.' He thought.
The familiar sight of the Bakugo household came into view. Katsuki opened the front door with his usual roughness.
"Ma! Deku's here… for some reason," Katsuki called out before stomping upstairs without another word.
The house smelled faintly of coffee and laundry detergent. Izuku stepped into the living room, lowering himself onto the couch like he owned the place. The cushions were warm from the sun streaming in through the window.
He pulled out his phone, scrolling through a set of personal notes he'd written weeks ago. Little bullet points, strategies, and reminders stared back at him.
His gaze lingered on the last one. He could hear faint movement in the outside—her movement. His pulse stayed steady, but his mind sharpened, every sense ready for what might happen next.
Mitsuki came in, fresh from hanging the last of her laundry outside, the faint scent of sun-dried fabric clinging to her. Her hair was slightly messy from the breeze, a few strands brushing over her cheek. She spotted Izuku lounging on the couch, and her lips curved into that knowing, teasing smirk. Without a word, she sauntered over, bent forward just enough for him to catch the soft press of her chest against his shoulder, and bit his ear lightly.
Izuku felt a sharp spark of pleasure run down his spine at the contact, the warmth of her breath ghosting over his skin. He turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye—her golden eyes glinting with mischief.
"I guess this is how we greet each other now," he murmured.
Before she could toss back a witty remark, his arms slid around her thighs, and with ease that made her blink in surprise, he lifted her off the floor and into his lap, settling her sideways across him on the couch.
"Wow… how strong," she said, though her smirk remained in place, a silent acknowledgment that she liked the display more than she'd admit out loud.
Izuku studied her face closely. She looked relaxed, playful even, no signs of the frustration he knew had been gnawing at her since the last time they were together. He had to give her credit—she was good at hiding it.
"No hello kiss?" he asked with a smirk
Mitsuki smiled yet she kept glancing briefly toward the staircase as if checking for movement.
"Oh, don't worry,"he said, a touch of amusement in her tone. "He's in the bathroom right now."
Mitsuki grin widened. "You have good hearing… does Inko know about it?" she teased.
"Enough about Inko," he cut in smoothly, his hand coming up to cup her chin, his thumb brushing lightly over her lower lip. "Show me how much you've missed me."
The shift in his tone caught her off guard. Mitsuki's breath hitched ever so slightly before she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their lips met, slow at first, testing each other, but quickly deepening into something hungry.
Her breasts pressed against his chest, the warmth of her body melting into his as their tongues tangled. Mitsuki's kiss was deliberate—every movement calculated to tease, to draw out a reaction. She knew exactly how to tilt her head, how to graze her teeth over his lip just enough to send a shiver through him.
Izuku, however, wasn't passive. His hands roamed with purpose—one splayed wide over the small of her back, the other gripping her thigh firmly, holding her in place. He could feel the subtle tension in her muscles, the way she shifted minutely against him like she couldn't quite stay still.
'I should've gotten experience earlier,' he thought, savoring the heat between them. 'This body… might be the reason she wins this round.'
Her nails lightly scraped against the back of his neck, and he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss until her breathing grew uneven. When they broke apart for just a second, a faint flush colored her cheeks, and her lips were parted, still hovering close to his.
"You've gotten better," she murmured, her voice low and slightly breathless.
"Better than your husband?" he asked without hesitation, his smirk returning.
The slight flicker in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.
Izuku's smirk deepened as his hand slid higher along her thigh, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the seam of her shorts.
"Better than your husband?" he repeated, this time letting the question drip with challenge.
Mitsuki scoffed softly, but the way her gaze flickered told him she wasn't as unaffected as she wanted him to believe. "You wish," she shot back.
"Oh, I don't wish," he said, leaning in until his lips were brushing her ear, his breath warm against her skin. "I know."
His hand slipped under the hem of her shorts without hesitation, the pads of his fingers finding the soft heat beneath. She tensed instantly, a sharp breath leaving her as his touch grazed over her already warm, damp panties.
"You missed me," he murmured, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over the thin fabric.
Her lips parted, a faint sound escaping before she caught herself and tried to steady her breathing.
"Cocky little shit…" she muttered, but her hips tilted forward almost unconsciously, chasing more of that pressure.
Izuku chuckled low in his throat.
"That's not denial." His fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down just enough to slip his hand fully inside.
The heat of her bare skin was intoxicating, and the slickness that coated his fingers as he slid between her folds made him grin.
"Yeah… you definitely missed me."
Mitsuki bit her lip hard, nails digging into his shoulders. "Shut up," she hissed, but it lacked any real bite.
"Oh, I plan to," he said, his tone dropping even lower as his fingers pressed against her clit in tight, controlled circles.
He alternated the pressure—light enough to make her ache for more, then suddenly harder, just enough to make her gasp.
Her breathing quickened, and her body betrayed her with every shift and twitch. Izuku leaned back slightly, watching her with sharp, focused eyes. "You're close already, aren't you?"
"Don't flatter yourself," she managed, though her voice cracked near the end.
"Then prove me wrong," he challenged, suddenly sliding two fingers inside her with a slow, deliberate thrust. The wet sound it made was obscene in the otherwise quiet room.
Her head fell forward against his shoulder, a stifled moan slipping past her lips. "Damn you…"
Izuku kept the pace steady but relentless, curling his fingers in just the right way every time. His other hand gripped her hip, keeping her from squirming away. He could feel her legs trembling against his.
"You're not walking away from me frustrated again," he murmured, his lips brushing over her jaw. "When I'm done, you're going to remember exactly who had you like this."
Her nails clawed lightly at his back, and he felt her walls tighten suddenly around his fingers. He smirked against her skin.
"There it is."
TO BE CONTINUED