Oceanview Lovemaking

(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of My Hero Academia stories)
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The sun hung low over Dagobah Municipal Beach Park, painting the water in molten gold and turning the scattered trash Izuku had bagged that afternoon into dark silhouettes against the sand. The place was almost unrecognizable from the junkyard it had been years ago—clean, open, the breeze carrying only salt and distant seagulls instead of rust and rot.

 

Izuku leaned on the railing at the top of the concrete steps, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, eyes soft with memory.

 

“…and that’s how I spent ten months hauling refrigerators and washing machines up these stairs,” he finished, a small, sheepish laugh escaping. “All Might kept saying ‘You’re almost there, young Midoriya!’ while I was dying under a sofa.”

 

Momo stood beside him, arms folded on the railing, the sea wind tugging strands of her dark hair free from her ponytail. She wore a simple cream t-shirt and jeans—casual, but somehow still elegant—and watched him with that quiet, fond smile she saved just for moments like this.

 

“You turned a landfill into a park,” she said softly. “One piece of trash at a time. That’s… very you.”

 

Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, cheeks pink. “I just kept coming back. Even after I inherited One For All. Felt wrong to let it get bad again.”

 

Momo reached over, fingers brushing his. “I like seeing this side of you. The boy who cleaned a whole beach before he ever saved a single person.”

 

He turned to her, green eyes catching the sunset. “I like sharing it with you.”

 

The beach stretched empty below them, waves whispering against the sand. No schedules, no harem calendar pings, no Busteez shifts—just the two of them on a quiet evening date. The place where his journey began now brought witness to the life they’d built together.

 

Momo leaned her head against his shoulder. “Thank you for bringing me here, Izuku.”

 

He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

 

“Anytime, Momo.”

 

Momo leaned deeper into Izuku’s side, a soft, contented hum vibrating in her throat as the sea breeze played with her hair. He responded by tightening his arm around her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She let out a happy giggle, the sound light and bubbly, like champagne fizz.

 

“You know,” she said, voice warm against his shoulder, “it’s perfect like this… but it would be nice if one or two of the others were here too. Ochaco would be floating seashells, Tsuyu would be teaching everyone how to skip stones properly…”

 

Izuku chuckled, then hesitated, fingers tracing idle circles on her hip. “Speaking of the others… Are you sure you’re not mad about Camie?”

 

Momo pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes sparkling with amusement. She laughed (bright, genuine) and leaned in to press a soft kiss to his freckled cheek.

 

“Of course I’m not mad, Izuku.” Her smile turned playful, almost proud. “You succeeded where I failed, spectacularly.”

 

He blinked. “You… tried to recruit her?”

 

“Mhm.” Momo nodded, resting her chin on his shoulder again. “Twice, actually. Once right after she helped you with that first big date practice, and again a few months later. Both times she gave me the politest ‘thanks but no thanks’ you’ve ever heard. Said she wasn’t looking for anything serious, and definitely not a harem setup.”

 

She poked his chest lightly. “So tell me, Mr. Irresistible… What exactly did you do on that Hokkaido curry date that finally changed her mind?”

 

Izuku’s ears went pink, but his smile was soft, a little awed.

 

“I didn’t really do anything special. We just… talked. Laughed a lot, had a nice curry dinner. She told me a bit about her life, why she liked that restaurant, stuff like that. Later, while we were there, I saw the path to a shrine she told me about, so we went there and I bought her the same shaved ice treat she had as a kid.”

 

Momo’s expression melted into something tender. “Ahhh, I see. You romanced her without really trying.” Momo hugged him tighter, pressing her cheek to his. His confusion must have been plain on his face because she giggled again, “I’ll explain it all to you later.”

 

Izuku’s smile lingered as he took Momo’s hand, fingers lacing naturally. They left the railing and wandered down the concrete steps onto the sand, shoes abandoned at the bottom. The beach stretched wide and empty in both directions, only the occasional piece of driftwood or seaweed reminding anyone that the ocean still delivered its gifts (or garbage) daily.

 

They walked in comfortable silence, the waves a steady hush beside them. Eventually Momo tugged him to a stop, sinking down cross-legged onto the cool, firm sand just above the waterline. Izuku dropped beside her, knees drawn up, shoulder brushing hers.

 

The sky had slipped into twilight purples and oranges, the first star winking overhead. Momo leaned her head against his upper arm, dark hair spilling over his hoodie.

 

Izuku closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in. Even with the sharp salt air rolling off the sea, he could still catch her scent (something clean and faintly floral, like expensive soap and warm skin). It settled over him like a blanket.

 

He opened his eyes and scanned the shoreline. Not a soul in sight. No joggers, no dog-walkers, no couples with picnic blankets. The beach he’d spent months cleaning still carried its old reputation; the tide kept washing up enough junk that most people chose the newer parks farther down the coast.

 

“It’s just us,” he said quietly, almost surprised.

 

Momo hummed, turning her face into his sleeve. “I like it that way.”

 

They sat like that for a long while (no need for words, just the rhythm of waves and the shared warmth where their sides touched). The sky darkened, stars multiplied overhead, and the only light soon came from the distant city glow on the horizon and the soft reflection of moonlight on wet sand.

 

Izuku rested his cheek against the top of her head.

 

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Me too.”

 

Izuku glanced at the darkening sky, then down at the scattered dry driftwood littering the high-tide line. A small smile tugged at his lips.

 

“Hold on,” he said softly.

 

He stepped a few paces away, One For All flickering green at his fingertip (just a whisper of power, 5% at most). With a casual flick, he directed a small pressure wave into the sand. A shallow, perfectly circular pit appeared, about three feet across and a foot deep, the displaced sand forming a neat berm around the edge. He quickly gathered the dry driftwood bits, there were plenty enough around, and tossed them into the small pit.

 

Momo’s eyes sparkled with understanding. She knelt at the pit’s rim, a faint glow blooming from her palm. In seconds, a classic flint-and-steel striker appeared in her hand (simple, sturdy, the steel curved just right). She gathered a handful of the driest twigs and bark scraps, arranged them in a small teepee at the center, and struck the flint.

 

Sparks showered. On the third strike, a curl of smoke rose, followed by a cheerful orange flame.

 

Izuku tossed in a few more larger pieces of driftwood, settling back beside her as the fire caught and crackled. The warm glow painted their faces gold, pushing back the slight evening chill rolling off the water.

 

Momo handed him the striker, then scooted closer until their sides pressed together again. “Efficient teamwork,” she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder.

 

Izuku chuckled, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in. “Couldn’t ask for a better partner.”

 

The fire popped and danced, the ocean whispered beyond, and the two of them sat wrapped in quiet warmth, watching sparks rise into the star-filled sky above the beach that had once been his battlefield and was now their private sanctuary.

 

Momo snuggled deeper into Izuku’s side, her body fitting against his like it was made to be there. He wrapped his arms around her again, tighter this time, one hand splayed across her back, the other resting at her waist. The fire crackled between them, casting dancing orange light across their faces, turning freckles gold and eyes into soft, glowing emerald and onyx.

 

They turned toward each other at the same moment, gazes locking. The world narrowed to just the two of them—the hush of waves, the pop of driftwood, the warmth of the fire, and the quiet pull that had always existed between them.

 

Izuku leaned in first, slow and reverent. Their lips met in a kiss that started feather-soft, almost shy—just the gentle press of mouths, breathing each other in. Momo’s hand came up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing the corner of his smile. The tenderness lingered for several heartbeats, sweet and unhurried.

 

Then something shifted.

 

The kiss deepened. Lips parted, tongues met in a slow, exploratory slide that turned hungry. Izuku’s hand tightened at her waist, pulling her closer; Momo’s fingers threaded into his curls, tilting his head to take more. The soft sounds of their breathing mingled with the fire’s crackle, the kiss growing heated, passionate, full of everything they rarely said out loud but always felt.

 

After long, breathless moments, Momo broke away first. Her cheeks were flushed rose, eyes half-lidded and dark with want. She panted softly, lips swollen and glistening in the firelight.

 

Instead of speaking, she leaned in again—this time pressing a trail of kisses along his cheek, then down the line of his jaw to his neck. Each one left a faint, perfect imprint of her lipstick, soft red marks blooming on his skin like petals. She lingered at the spot just below his ear, lips brushing sensitive skin, drawing a quiet shudder from him.

 

Izuku’s arms tightened around her, voice low and rough. “Momo…”

 

She smiled against his throat, planting one last kiss before resting her forehead to his.

 

“Mine,” she whispered, simple and certain, the firelight flickering across the lipstick stains she’d left behind.

 

Izuku’s hand slid up the curve of Momo’s spine, slow and reverent, fingertips tracing the soft fabric of her t-shirt. She caught his wrist midway, guiding it elsewhere (deliberate, certain) until his palm cupped the full weight of her breast. He squeezed gently, thumb brushing over the hardening nipple through her clothes, and Momo’s breath hitched into a low, erotic moan that vibrated against his lips.

 

She didn’t hesitate. Her own hand slipped down his stomach, fingers deftly unfastening his jeans before sliding inside. Nimble, confident fingers closed around his cock (already thick and heavy with want) and squeezed softly, stroking once from base to tip. Izuku groaned into her mouth, hips twitching upward involuntarily.

 

Momo kissed him deeper, tongue sliding against his as she eased him down onto his back in the sand. The fire crackled beside them, casting flickering gold across her face (eyes dark, lips swollen, hair tumbling loose around her shoulders). She straddled his thighs, hand still wrapped around him, stroking slow and steady, feeling him harden fully in her grip.

 

“Izuku…” she whispered against his mouth, voice husky, “I want you. Right here.”

 

Her thumb circled the head, spreading the bead of precum, and she kissed him again (hungry now, claiming), the quiet beach and flickering fire their only witnesses.

 

Momo eased back just enough for Izuku’s cock to spring free between them, standing proud and massive in the firelight—thick as her thigh, veined and heavy, the flushed length reaching past her ribs even while she knelt. The sight stole her breath for a heartbeat; no matter how many times she saw it, the sheer size still sent a thrill through her.

 

She reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it slowly over her head, dark hair tumbling loose as the fabric cleared. Her bra followed in one fluid motion—unclasped and tossed aside, revealing the full, perfect swell of her breasts, pale in the flickering orange glow, pink nipples already stiff and begging for attention.

 

Izuku’s eyes darkened, a low groan rumbling in his chest.

 

Momo smiled (soft, wicked) and leaned forward, hugging his enormous shaft against her upper body. The hot, velvety weight of him pressed between her breasts, the head jutting up past her collarbone. She kissed the tip tenderly, lips brushing the slick crown, tongue darting out to taste the bead of precum there. Izuku’s hips twitched; another groan escaped him, deeper this time.

 

She began to move, slow and deliberate, using her entire upper body to stroke him. Her arms pressed her breasts together, forming a warm, soft channel around his girth (though even her generous size couldn’t fully encircle him). She rocked forward and back, sliding her torso along his length, the friction slick from his precum and her own saliva as she continued kissing and licking the head on every upstroke.

 

“Mmm…” she hummed against the tip, voice muffled but vibrating through him. Her nipples dragged along his shaft with every motion, sending sparks of pleasure through her own body. “So big… so hot against my skin…”

 

Izuku’s hands found her shoulders, fingers digging in just enough to feel her tremble. His head fell back against the sand, breath coming in ragged bursts as Momo worshipped him with her whole upper body (tits stroking, lips teasing, tongue swirling), the fire crackling beside them.

 

Momo leaned forward, lips parting as she took just the swollen tip of Izuku’s cock into her mouth. Her tongue swirled slowly and deliberately, tracing the ridge, lapping at the sensitive slit, tasting the salt and heat of him. A low, throaty moan vibrated from her chest, as though it were the most exquisite delicacy she’d ever savored. The sound alone sent a shudder through Izuku; he groaned deep in his throat, hands moving to yank his hoodie and shirt off in one hurried motion, tossing them aside into the sand.

 

The grains beneath them were warm from the day’s sun, soft but still faintly gritty, shifting under their weight like a living blanket. Momo rose, eyes locked on his, and shimmied out of her jeans and panties in quick, graceful motions. Izuku mirrored her, kicking off his pants and trunks until both of them were bare under the firelight and stars.

 

She fell on him like gravity itself, bodies colliding in the sand. Momo’s skin was impossibly smooth—silken, warm, the subtle give of her curves pressing against his harder muscle. Her breasts molded to his chest, soft and heavy, nipples dragging deliciously across his skin with every breath. Her thighs straddled his, the slick heat of her pussy gliding along the underside of his cock, coating him in her arousal. The contrast was intoxicating: her plush softness against his firm planes, the faint grit of sand clinging to damp skin, the salt-scented breeze cooling the sweat that was already beaded between them.

 

Izuku’s hands roamed greedily, one sliding down the elegant curve of her back to cup her ass—full, firm, the flesh yielding perfectly under his fingers. He squeezed hard, pulling her tighter against him.

 

Momo broke the kiss with a gasp, lips brushing his ear. “Spank me,” she whispered, voice husky with need.

 

His palm came down in a sharp, controlled crack against her ass. The sound rang out over the waves, her cheek rippling under the impact, a faint pink bloom rising instantly.

 

Momo let out a soft, delighted squeal, hips jerking forward, grinding her slick folds harder along his length. “Again,” she breathed, and he obliged, the next spank drawing another squeal and a fresh rush of wetness between her thighs.

 

They kissed again—deep, messy, all teeth and tongue—bodies writhing in the sand, firelight dancing across sweat-slick skin, the night theirs alone. Izuku rolled them gently in the warm sand, grains clinging to their sweat-damp skin as he came up on top, cradling Momo beneath him. The firelight danced across her face, highlighting the flush on her cheeks and the way her almond-shaped gray eyes shimmered with need and love.

 

He paused, breath catching, and looked deep into those eyes.

 

“I love you, Momo,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion.

 

Her answer was to pull him down into a kiss so fierce and passionate it felt like lightning. Lips parted, tongues tangled, her hands fisting in his curls as she poured everything into it (love, desire, gratitude, and a dozen other emotions). The kiss sent an electric thrill racing through him, sparking from his lips straight to his groin, cock throbbing hard against her thigh before the current surged back up his spine.

 

When she finally released him, both were panting. Momo’s eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, lips swollen and glistening.

 

“Then make love to me,” she breathed, voice trembling with urgency. “Right now. I need to feel you inside me.”

 

Izuku didn’t hesitate.

 

He shifted his hips, the thick head of his cock nudging her soaked entrance. One slow, deliberate thrust and he sank into her, inch by inch, her walls stretching wide around his impossible girth. Momo’s back arched off the sand, a sharp, erotic cry spilling from her lips as the familiar, overwhelming fullness claimed her.

 

“Izuku…!” she gasped, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his lower back to pull him deeper. The bulge rose visibly in her belly, the ridge of his length pressing outward beneath her smooth skin.

 

He began to move (slow at first, savoring every slick slide, every flutter of her walls around him), then faster, deeper, hips rolling in a rhythm that matched the distant crash of waves. Sand shifted beneath them with every thrust, the fire crackling beside them like applause.

 

Momo’s hands clawed at his shoulders, nails leaving faint red lines. “Yes, just like that. I love you. I love how you fill meeee…”

 

Izuku leaned down, capturing her mouth again as he drove into her, the kiss swallowing her moans. His hips snapped forward with growing intensity, each thrust driving his massive cock deeper into Momo’s slick, clenching heat. The sand shifted beneath them with every powerful stroke, grains clinging to their sweat-damp skin as the fire crackled beside them, casting wild shadows across their joined bodies.

 

Momo’s arms locked tighter around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him like he was her only anchor. Her legs wrapped higher around his waist, heels pressing into the small of his back, urging him on. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, spilling from her lips in a torrent of raw need.

 

“OH GOD, YOU’RE SO BIG! SO FUCKING THIIIICK!!!” she cried, voice breaking as his girth stretched her pussy impossibly wide, walls fluttering around every veined inch. “FEELS SO GOOD GOING INSIDE ME! SPREADING MY PUSSY SO WIIIDE!!! FILLING EVERY INCH OF ME!”

 

Izuku groaned, pace quickening, hips slamming harder. The wet schlick-schlick-schlick of her soaked folds swallowing him echoed over the waves, her juices squirting lightly with every deep plunge. Momo’s belly bulged visibly (the thick ridge of his cock surging upward beneath her smooth skin, rising from her pelvis to just under her ribs with each thrust).

 

“I CAN FEEL YOU IN MY WOMB!” she screamed, back arching off the sand, breasts bouncing wildly. “YOUR COCK IS SO DEEP, PRESSING AGAINST THE ROOF OF MY WOMB! FUCK ME HARDER, IZUKU! HARDERRRR!”

 

He obliged, one hand gripping her thigh to spread her wider, the other bracing in the sand beside her head as he pounded into her with relentless force. Her pussy clenched around him like a vice, gushing around his shaft, the obscene stretch making her tremble uncontrollably.

 

“YES, JUST LIKE THAT! POUND MY CUNT! MAKE ME YOUR SLUT!” Momo wailed, head thrown back, hair fanned across the sand. “YOUR HUGE DICK IS RUINING ME!!! STRETCHING ME SO WIDE I’LL NEVER BE THE SAME! DEEPER, GO DEEPER! FUCK MY WOMB RAW!”

 

Every thrust sent the bulge in her belly leaping, her walls spasming as mini-orgasms rippled through her. Sand stuck to their slick skin, the fire’s heat mingling with the feverish warmth of their bodies. Momo’s moans turned into a continuous, vulgar chant, louder with every brutal stroke.

 

“I LOVE YOUR COCK! LOVE HOW IT OWNS ME!” she sobbed, tears of ecstasy streaking her cheeks. “FUCK ME HARDER! MAKE ME CUM ON THIS MONSTER DICK! BREED ME UNDER THE STARS!”

 

Izuku’s groans mingled with her screams, sweat dripping from his brow onto her chest as he gave her everything she begged for, the beach theirs alone in the firelit night.

 

Izuku’s rhythm shifted, his control fraying at the edges. Green arcs of electricity crackled across his skin, snapping like live wires in the night air, while thin lines of red energy fractured outward from his core, glowing faintly beneath his sweat-slicked muscles. One For All hummed at 5%, just enough to amp his speed and power without losing himself. His hips blurred, thrusting harder, faster, each slam driving his massive cock deeper into Momo’s clenching heat.

 

Momo’s screams escalated, raw and unrestrained, echoing across the empty beach like a siren’s call over the crashing waves. “IZUKU, OH GOD! FASTER, HARDER! YOU’RE BREAKING MEEEE! IT’S TOO MUCH! TOO GOOD! FUCK MY CUNT HARDER!”

 

The change came in a fluid roll. Izuku wrapped his arms around her waist and flipped them, sand shifting beneath as Momo ended up on top, straddling him with her knees dug into the grains. She wasted no time, planting her hands on his chest for leverage and slamming herself down onto his cock. The bulge in her belly was obscenely prominent now, a thick, veined ridge surging upward with every downward plunge, starting just above her pelvis and climbing higher, pulsing visibly under her smooth, flushed skin like a living thing inside her.

 

Momo’s face twisted into a full ahegao: eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out, drool glistening on her chin and dripping onto Izuku’s chest in warm strings. She panted like an animal in heat, breaths coming in short, desperate gasps interspersed with filthy moans. Her pussy stretched impossibly wide around his girth—lips puckered outward on the upstroke, clinging to every ridge and vein as if reluctant to let go, then swallowing him whole on the downstroke with a wet, obscene schlick. The sheer thickness split her open, her inner walls molding to him like velvet wrapped around steel, fluttering and spasming with every inch that claimed her.

 

“SO BIG! STRETCHING ME WIDE! MY PUSSY’S RUINED! FEELS LIKE YOU’RE IN MY STOMACH! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUCK!”

 

Her breasts bounced wildly with every frenzied rise and fall, heavy and full, nipples tracing chaotic arcs in the firelight, slapping against her ribs on the downstrokes. The motion was hypnotic, her pale skin flushed pink, sweat beading and dripping down the valley between them. Sand clung to her thighs and ass, gritty against Izuku’s palms as he gripped her hips, guiding her harder onto him.

 

Momo rode him like a woman possessed, hips grinding in circles mid-thrust to feel every angle of him, her clit dragging against his base on every drop. “DEEPER, CLAIM MY WOMB! MAKE ME YOURS! I CAN FEEL EVERY VEIN! STRETCHING ME SO WIDE I CAN’T THINK! JUST YOUR COCK, JUST YOU, IZUKUUUU!”

 

Another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy clamping down like a vice, squirting around his shaft in hot arcs that splashed his abs and soaked the sand beneath them. She didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, bouncing through the aftershocks, her ahegao face deepening, drooling from her open mouth as she panted and screamed, becoming lost in the endless, overwhelming pleasure of being filled, stretched, and claimed under the stars.

 

Izuku sat up on his knees in one fluid motion, hands sliding to Momo’s hips and lifting her effortlessly. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he held her suspended, her full weight impaled on his cock. The new angle drove him impossibly deeper; Momo’s head fell back, a raw scream tearing from her throat.

 

“I’M CUMMING! OH GOD, IZUKU! I CAN’T HOLD IT BACK…!” Her pussy clamped down in violent spasms, squirting hard around his shaft as her orgasm crashed over her. “MAKE ME CUM MORE! PLEASE, FUCK ME THROUGH IT!!!”

 

Izuku’s thrusts turned brutal, hips snapping upward, slamming into her with wet, heavy slaps. He groaned deep in his chest, voice ragged. “Momo, I’m… fuck! I’m gonna cum…!”

 

“INSIDE ME!” she begged, nails raking his shoulders, eyes wild and desperate. “PAINT MY WOMB WHITE! FILL ME WITH YOUR SPUNK! BREED ME, IZUKU!”

 

He buried himself to the hilt with a guttural roar, cock pulsing hard. Thick ropes of cum erupted into her womb! The outline of his shaft throbbing beneath her skin as gallons flooded her.

 

The final, mind-shattering orgasm tore through Momo at the exact same moment. “CUMMING, WITH YOU, FILLING ME, CUMMING CUMMING CUMMING! SO MUCH! I’M YOURS!!!” Her scream cracked into a sob of pure ecstasy, body convulsing around him, pussy milking every drop as her vision whited out.

 

They collapsed sideways into the sand, still joined, panting in unison.

 

Minutes felt like hours, and Izuku’s cock softened slowly inside her overstuffed warmth, the pressure building until, with a wet, obscene SCHLORP, it slipped free.

 

A torrent of thick cum followed, gushing from her gaping pussy in heavy waves. It soaked the sand beneath them instantly, turning the warm grains into sticky, glistening muck. The flood surged outward, hissing as it reached the fire and doused the flames in a cloud of steam, leaving only glowing embers and the faint smell of salt, sex, and extinguished driftwood.

Momo lay trembling in his arms, cum leaking in slow rivulets down her thighs. Izuku pulled her close, pressing soft kisses to her temple, both of them breathless and spent under the vast, star-filled sky.

 

The beach was quiet again, save for the gentle hush of waves and their slowing hearts.

 

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The first rays of sunrise painted the horizon in soft pinks and golds, the light glinting off the calm waves. Seagulls squawked overhead, circling lazily as the tide lapped at the shore.

 

Izuku stirred first, blinking against the morning light, then smiled when he felt Momo’s warm body curled against his. The sand beneath them was dry again (the massive flood of his release absorbed completely into the grains overnight).

 

They sat up together, sand cascading from their bare skin. Momo turned to him, eyes soft and adoring, a sleepy, satisfied smile curving her lips.

 

Izuku glanced around the empty beach, rubbing the back of his neck. “We were here all night… We’re lucky no one caught us.”

 

Momo giggled, the sound light and fond. “You’re the boy who beat All for One, Izuku. I doubt anyone would dare complain.” She brushed a grain of sand from his shoulder. “Still… we should probably get dressed. We’re very late for work studies by now.”

 

They stood together, brushing sand from legs and backs. Izuku pulled her close for a moment, hands resting at her waist. “Will you get in trouble with your mentor?”

 

Momo shook her head. “Unlikely. My patrol zone has been almost boring this week, just paperwork and minor property damage calls. They’ll survive without me for a morning.”

 

Izuku’s arms tightened, drawing her naked body flush against his. He leaned down and kissed her, slow, deep, morning-soft but still carrying the embers of last night. Momo melted into it, one leg sliding up to hook around his hip, pulling him closer. Their skin was cool from the night air, but the kiss warmed them instantly.

 

When they finally parted, both breathing a little harder, Momo rested her forehead against his.

 

“We can spare… another five minutes?” she whispered, lips brushing his as she smiled.

 

Izuku’s answering grin was all the agreement she needed.

 

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(Story by User: SailorIo)