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All the time (Explicit)

It's all starting to blur together and I don't know how to distinguish it.

I don't know if I want to.

He laid Momo on the bed. She pulled him on top, kissing on his neck. He grunted as she nibbled on his collar bone. He tilted her head with his rough retaliation, saliva trailing her porcelain skin. Her hand was curled over his hair, she clutched locks as she shivered because he had taken a taste of her. His hands unlatched her bra and then roamed around her soft back, keeping her in his arms, owning her.

Her lips were exhaling against his ear in moist want. "I-zu-ku..."

He nodded against her neck, already knowing what she, what they both, wanted. His lips were like a stamp leaving a mark of passion as he went down her body. Her back arched as he kissed her navel, his fingers were already grabbing the elastic waistband of her panties. Her hand was still desperately clinging to his hair, pushing his head deeper into her wants.

And he began to tug. She lifted her hips to help him slide them off. He raised her legs up together, leaving them in the air as he peeled off the soaking fabric.

She was hiding her face to the side, covering her eyes and blushing cheeks with her arm as she left herself bare in front of him.

It was that sucked in hiss she let out as he rubbed the tip of it against her. The way she was biting her lower lip to stop her moan as he slid it in. The wide-eyed gasp she let out as he entered all of her.

Gently, he placed his finger and thumb on her chin as he leaned down to her, forcing her to face him. His eyes were shadowed by lust and it only excited her.

"Say it."

It was shy but drove him over the edge. "Fuck me... Izuku."

She clung to him after every thrust, her nails buried into his lower back, trying to keep him in her as long as possible and she quelled in his arms after every climax, eventually passing out from bliss.

It was warm and musky because of their wrestling match and their sweat and scent had mixed into a salty-sweet aroma in the gym. Rumi had aggressively climbed on top of him, she had grabbed both his hands with her own and pinned them over his head on the mat. She wanted to be the dominant one and he didn't mind, actually aroused and she noticed. Rumi smirked before she scolded him as she grinded against him. He let out a groan and her smirk broke out more, showing her teeth and crooked eyes of glee. She slowed down to a sensual pace, lowering her mouth close to his jawline as she whispered provocative nothings, her lips grazing his skin with her hot breath, wanting to see how far she could take him before he went over the edge.

He raised his hips, pressing deeper against. Her composure broke into a squeal as she tried to hide it burying her face against his neck. She fixed herself pressing her forehead against his, glaring down at him. "Getting a little too excited aren't you?" She let go of his hands, reaching into his shorts.

"Rumi?!"

It flopped out of his shorts. He was shocked at how direct she was and she could only stare at it.

"Izuku's carrot..." Her fingers hesitantly grasped it. She gulped as she had herself over it, guiding it into her shorts through a sleeve, sliding it against her sweaty thigh.

He groaned at the feeling as it snuck inside. He could feel her damp heat. 'Fuck, she's not wearing any underwear!'

"I just have to put it in her-, ooh, f-fuck..!" She squirmed getting the tip in and melted after it was all the way inside her. Her eyes rolled back as she lost herself to instinct. He held her waist as she rode him. Out of pleasure she went back down and began to kiss him, wrapping her arm around his neck, wanting their bodies as close together as possible. Their breathing was in sync, both heavily panting with parted lips, inhaling each other as their eyes remained fixated on the other. Both wanting the euphoric embrace to last forever.

"Camie, uh..!" He groaned. She was on her knees for him.

They were at one of her usual stakeout locations, high up and out of view but still exposed to the city in their hero suits, adding a dirty thrill to it.

Her pouty lips slurped on it like a lollipop. He had his hand on her head not knowing if he wanted to pull her away or see how deep she could go. As if encouraging him she began to gag on it, saliva dripping out of her mouth as she bobbed back and forth.

She finally pulled away as she gasped for air. Her hair was a messy bun about to come undone, her eyes were watery and bloodshot, her nose was a blushing pink and her mouth was a sloppy mess.

And she was looking up at him with such infatuated delight he couldn't help it. He lifted her up and mashed his lips against hers as he pulled down her suit's zipper all the way down. She squeaked in the kiss before returning it. Their bodies were in rhythm with the make out. He was so forceful but protective. She was heating up, and her mind was a mess. Her lips and neck were on fire. Wherever he left kisses the city wind would blow over it and give her goosebumps. She lifted her thigh and wrapped it around his waist. She ran her hands through his messy hair. Her hot breath beat against his ear. She gasped feeling it pressed against her stomach and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her heat rubbed against his thigh. He groaned, she was already soaking. He scooped her thighs, lifting her. He adjusted himself as he guided it in. Her head snapped back and her toes curled as he got all of it inside her.

"...Izuku." She whimpered as he began to lift her up and down. The harder he went the tighter she held him, her bare beast rubbing against his hero suit. She had to keep kissing him or else her moans would have been loud enough to get the attention of others.

"Fuck, I'm about to..." He grunted.

"R-Really? Then..." As they slowed down, she climbed off him with weak, shaking legs, dropping back to her knees.

And her juicy full lips began to go down on him again. He clutched her messy hair, pushing her head deeper and faster until..!

And because of all of it, I can't help but question why am I doing this with all of them? There should only be one I'm with, right?

"Just follow the red string of fate, Izuku Midoriya."

What? Who's there?

"Tch, that Toshinori, he didn't teach you anything about caring for a woman's heart, did he?"

E-Eh, wait! A-Aren't you N-Nana Shimura!?