- HEIGHTS ALLIANCE 1-A -

Izuku released a deep yawn as he descended the stairs from the boys’ dorms. Raising his arms, he arched his back and stretched, resulting in a series of satisfying pops. He hummed a jaunty tune, a song mash-up that had been on his mind for a while, and made his way to the kitchen, intent on making himself a cup of coffee.

Last night, his friends and coursemates had hung out and played games together well into the night. Afterwards, most of the guys from 1-A decided to have a night on the town. Iida was currently with his family, while Shoto went home to spend time with his brother and sister. That just left him, Shinso, a few stragglers who didn’t join the other guys, and the girls.

Each group was accounted for, with the more responsible ones sending both Izuku and Momo a message about their whereabouts. With that in mind, Izuku didn’t expect them to come back soon -at least not this early in the morning- and the others who stayed shouldn’t be waking up soon either. Even Shoka elected to sleep in, choosing today to be her lazy day. With all that in mind, Izuku expected to see no one else awake at this early morning hour.

That expectation was immediately shattered by a wonderful sight.

"Good morning, darling~," came the sweet, sultry voice of Momo.

Izuku nearly choked on his words as his mind struggled to figure out a response. His mouth went dry as his eyes lingered on Momo, taking in her appearance and memorizing every detail.

She stood in the kitchen, wearing a pair of red high heels that seemed to sparkle when the morning sun hit them at just the right angle. Her legs were covered by a pair of black stockings, held in place by a matching black, lacy garter-belt that hugged her wide hips tightly. The only other article of clothing she wore was a bright white apron, with red frills along the hems and a red bow tied together just above her rear. The upper part of her apron could barely contain her massive breasts, with what little fabric there was, stretching to accommodate the pair of luscious globes. On the front pocket was a stitched-on peach applique, standing out on the sea of white fabric and giving it a small bit of flare. 

That's all Momo wore. When she spun to look at Izuku, he noted a distinct lack of panties covering her pussy as the bottom of the apron fluttered with her movement.

Momo giggled at Izuku's surprised expression, drawing his attention to her beautiful face. Her lips were a deep shade of red, matching the frills of her apron and her sparkling high heels. A small amount of eye shadow brought out her onyx-colored eyes, making them gleam like the stone itself. Her hair was done up in a different style, as now, instead of her usual spiky ponytail, Momo wore it in a very messy bun, with the large clump of bangs draping the right side of her face.

Momo gripped the hem of her apron skirt and hiked it up her legs ever so slightly, still keeping it low enough to hide her pantyless crotch. She spun on her heel, keeping eye contact with Izuku as she shook her bare ass, giving Izuku a show. “Well? How do I look, Zuzu?”

Izuku just stared at the curvaceous beauty standing before him. He was quiet and still for so long that Momo was worried about him. A resounding smack filled the air as Izuku slapped both his cheeks to break himself out of his stupor.

With two bright red handprints on his face, Izuku finally replied to his girlfriend. “S-stunning. You look stunning, Momo.” He looked back to the stairs and elevators leading to the dorms, worried that someone -mainly Mina- might walk in on them. He had to remind himself that the odds of that happening were low with how late everyone stayed up, but training with Aizawa gave him -what Izuku hoped was- a healthy level of paranoia.

Strutting over to Izuku with her bountiful chest puffed out, Momo took his hands and pulled him into the kitchen. "Don't worry, Zuzu. With how active everyone else was last night, I doubt anyone will interrupt us."

Izuku let out a sigh and nodded. "I know. It just doesn't hurt to be a little paranoid." He felt a pair of lips pressed against his cheek, right on his diamond-shaped freckles.

"Then, as Shoka would say, 'Don't sweat it.'," Momo said. Her lips connected with his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Darting her tongue past his lips, Momo deepened the kiss. She let out a pleased moan as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him, mashing her massive chest against his.

The two stood in place for over a minute, engaged in an intense liplock. Momo, despite not wanting to, was the first to break the kiss. Giving Izuku one last peck, she spun on her toes, causing her apron to flutter with her movement, and made her way back to the kitchen, granting Izuku another clear view of her bare ass, and adding a little sashay to her hips as she moved.

Izuku felt his throat go dry as Momo reminded him he was currently dating two beautiful girls and that they both had their own methods of teasing him.

Momo turned to look over her shoulder expectantly at Izuku. "Zuzu?" A cute pout formed on her face, her eyes meeting his as she pointed at the coffeemaker. "Darling, could you help me? I want to make your coffee special this morning."

Izuku moved robotically towards the coffee maker, his eyes trained on Momo’s bare, firm rump as he stalked forward. As he stood behind Momo -who hummed a jaunty tune, shifting on her feet and causing her ass to bounce with the rhythm, he slowly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a loving embrace.

Momo let out a moan as she melted into his arms, feeling Izuku’s warmth through her body as he clung tightly to her. She bit her lip as his half-hard cock nestled itself in between her cheeks. Her hips moved on their own, stroking Izuku’s length as she soon forgot about the tune she was humming. “So insatiable, darling. To think you manage to run Shoka and I so ragged at night, and you’re still so eager in the morning.”

Izuku groaned as Momo's hips moved down, dragging the hem of his sweatpants with her past the tip of his cock. As soon as his sensitive organ came into contact with Momo's soft ass, he thrust his hips forward.

Momo gasped and braced herself, bending over the counter as she nearly lost her footing from Izuku's sudden action. She craned her head, looking at her green-haired boyfriend over her shoulder. Her onyx eyes became half-lidded as she gave him a smoldering look. "I wonder how your cream goes with coffee."

Izuku went red at her words, with wisps of steam emanating from his head. Momo herself wasn’t faring any better as her heart pounded in her chest like a rapid drum. She didn’t know what had come over her. Her mouth just moved faster than her brain as the words escaped her lips before she could even consider them. It didn’t help that the idea of using Izuku’s cum as a creamer made her body shiver.

It did give her an erotic idea, though.

One of her hands moved her luscious mounds, grazing her hardening nipples through the thin fabric of her apron. The gentle touch caused her to shiver. Her eyes locked onto Izuku’s as she asked him a question. "Perhaps you would prefer some milk with your coffee, yes, Zuzu?"

Izuku licked his lips as one of his hands moved to Momo's other breast, groping at the soft globe and giving it a squeeze. Momo let out a pleased squeak, which turned into a moan as Izuku attacked her on two fronts: groping and playing with her tits with one hand while simultaneously rubbing his cock in between her ass cheeks.

“Yes,” Izuku said as he played with his girlfriend. “I think I would. But first…”

Momo whimpered at the loss of contact as Izuku pulled away for a moment and focused on the coffeemaker. He still stood behind her, allowing her to continue to rub his cock with her pleasant rump. His hands took hold of her wrists and conducted them, moving them to the Wildkat House Blend container. Resting his chin on her collarbone, Izuku spoke softly into her ear. “We need to add the grounds to the maker.”

He directed her hands, going through the process step by step. Momo shivered at the level of intimacy between them. This was already far beyond her expectations, and judging by how rigid Izuku’s cock was, he must have thought the same. She was practically dripping with arousal. By the time they poured the hot water over the coffee grounds and started the maker, Izuku wasted no time and spun Momo around to face him.

Resting against the kitchen island, Izuku pulled the waistband of his pants further down, freeing his large cock and letting it breathe. Momo moaned as she felt the searing heat through the fabric of her apron as the large appendage pressed up against her taut stomach. Her ears twitched, picking up the sounds of what she thought was a squeaky floorboard from the stairs, but her mind was too focused on Izuku to care.

“How long until the coffee is done?” She asked as she wrapped a dainty hand around Izuku’s glans and gave it a few soft pumps.

Izuku wasn’t idle either, pawing at Momo’s massive mounds as he peppered her collarbone with fluttering kisses. “A few minutes. I have the house blend saved as a setting on it.”

Momo angled Izuku’s cock between her legs. She felt him quiver as her wet labia came into contact with his sensitive skin. Locking her thighs tightly together, she started rocking her hips back and forth. From tip to base, her slick juices coated the entirety of Izuku’s cock. She had to keep a tight grip on his shirt in order to maintain her balance as Izuku leaned back.

Kissing his freckled cheek, Momo moved close to his ear, her breathing becoming raspy. “Then I need to get my creamer ready, yes?” Momo paused her ministrations, causing Izuku to whimper. Dropping to her knees, a deep blush developed on Momo's face as Izuku's cock hovered over her face. It twitched every few seconds, begging for some kind of relief.

Momo leaned in close, inhaling the lewd musk emanating from the thick phallus. Taking the base into her hand, Momo looked up at Izuku, her half-lidded onyx eyes dancing with playfulness as she spoke. “So big~.” Izuku’s cocked twitched at her words. Just like with how Izuku knew every weak spot Momo and Shoka had, knowing just how to pleasure their bodies just right, she and Shoka knew how to get Izuku’s motor running.

Cupping Izuku's balls, Momo gave them a light squeeze. "So much of Zuzu's cream. Just for me."

Izuku grunted as Momo's wet tongue flicked across the base of his cock. Soon, the heiress traveled up the shaft, coating the entire underside with her saliva. As she reached the tip, her tongue rolled over every inch, as if she were licking a lollipop. When Momo stopped, Izuku was about to let his displeasure known when a pair of soft, luscious lips wrapped themselves around his tip, cutting Izuku off before he could speak.

Momo moaned as she bobbed her head at a slow, steady rhythm, with her hand pumping in tandem. Her ears picked up the pleased sounds escaping Izuku's mouth, the raspy grunts and gasps that filled the air each time Momo took Izuku to the back of her throat. As Momo pulled back, she kept track of how deep she took Izuku in, noting that there were still several inches her lips had left untouched.

Determined to pleasure her boyfriend with all she had, Momo lunged forward, stopping only when Izuku's cock hit the back of her throat. Just going that far caused her core to burn intensely. Her dripping pussy was gushing at this point as a puddle of arousal formed around her sparkling high heels. 

Pulling back to the crown, Momo ran her tongue along the bulbous glans for a moment, only to suddenly drop back down, reaching the same mark as last time. She did this over and over, each time trying to take Izuku further into her, only to reach the natural barrier in her throat. With each attempt, her red lipstick left a stain along his shaft, acting as both a marker and a taunt to the busty, raven-haired beauty.

Izuku grit his teeth at the sensation of Momo's hot mouth enveloping his cock, at the way her lips formed a tight seal around him. "M-Momo!" Izuku's hands gripped the edge of the kitchen island tightly. His toes curled as Momo devoured his cock with gusto, even if she still couldn't take him all the way.

Momo pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to the crown of the spit-covered, thick cock twitching in front of her. She took a second to catch her breath, disbelief written on her face. Looking up at Izuku, she gave him a cute pout, all while still pumping his cock with her dainty hand. “How can Shoka take it all? It’s quite the undertaking, Zuzu.”

Izuku gave her a soft smile and ran a hand along her head, running his fingers through her hair. Momo leaned into his hand, shivering at his touch. "I think you're doing great, Momo, though I might be a little biased at the moment." That caused Momo to chuckle, any negative feelings she may have had now gone at Izuku's soft tone and gentle touch.

"How close are you, Zuzu?" Momo asked.

"Close, Momo. I'm so close," Izuku replied.

Momo nodded to herself. She gave his cock a long kiss before peppering his length with butterfly kisses. "Then don't hold back, Zuzu~. I still want your cream."

The heiress took Izuku's cock back into her mouth. As she bobbed her head, her hand moved as well, pumping the phallus, adding a small twist to her wrist as she did. Her moans vibrated along the length, causing it to twitch and spasm with each beat. As Momo sucked Izuku's cock, she turned her eyes upward and met his.

Seeing the pleading look in his raven-haired girlfriend's eyes caused something inside Izuku to stir. The hand on Momo's head moved, Izuku's fingers running through her messy bun as he gently nudged her further down his cock.

Momo gagged at the push, feeling Izuku's tip push past her throat. She gripped his pants tightly, taking a second to get used to the intrusion before pulling back only to go down on him once more. With his aid, Momo took more and more of him inside her. Her nose brushed up against the trimmed bush of green pubic hair for only a second before she was pulled back again.

As Izuku dictated the pace, one of Momo’s hands trailed down her body, finding her needy pussy and giving it some attention while her other was planted to the ground, helping keep her balance. The intelligent young woman felt a rush of exhilaration as Izuku fucked her mouth to his heart’s content, reshaping her snug throat to better fit his large, thick cock in her.

'So rough,' Momo thought. Her slick fingers pumped into her tight cunt at a furious pace. 'Don't stop, Zuzu!'

Izuku thrust his hips forward frantically, with Momo’s lewd moans and gags spurring him on. Momo fingered her pussy, matching Izuku’s energy. She knew he was getting close as each time his bloated balls slapped her chin, she could feel them twitch and contract.

"M-Momo! I'm cumming!" Izuku grunted as he shoved his cock all the way into her mouth.

Momo nearly choked as the first blast of cum shot down her throat and into her stomach. When the second blast came, her vaginal walls clenched tightly around her fingers, coating them in her juices. She struggled to swallow Izuku's load, with thick streams dribbling past his cock and her lips, rolling down her chin, and dripping onto her massive chest.

Izuku’s release seemed to last forever in Momo’s mind. She had lost track at some point, not that she minded. As Izuku finished filling her stomach with his hot seed, he dragged his hips away slowly, releasing a hiss at how sensitive he was. It didn’t help that Momo’s lips maintained the seal around his cock, almost preventing him from pulling away from her.

She even let out a muffled whimper when he did.

With a wet ‘pop’, Izuku pulled out of Momo’s mouth, his cock coated in a mixture of cum and saliva. His balls churned as one last discharge shot out of his tip, plastering Momo’s face with several strings of cum.

Momo leaned back, moving her arms behind her to brace herself as she basked in the feeling of warmth permeating from her stomach. Her mouth hung open, taking in deep gulps of air for a hot minute. One of her hands moved to her chest, and she used her fingers to scoop up the cum that dribbled out of her mouth.

Izuku watched, entranced by the sight of his onyx-eyed girlfriend sucking his cum off her fingers. His cock twitched and stiffened at the sound of her moans that filled the air. By the time Momo finished, there was a proud smile on her face as she gazed up at Izuku with half-lidded eyes.

She brought the same hand she used to scoop up the remaining cum from her body and brought it to her stomach. "You always give Shoka and I so much, Zuzu. I already feel so full~." Her eyes trailed downward, and she giggled at Izuku's nonexistent refractory period. "And you still have so much to give. Plenty of cream for my coffee."

The world seemed to have a perfect sense of timing, as the coffee maker chimed at that exact moment, drawing Izuku and Momo's attention to it.

Izuku couldn't help but laugh at the universe's humor. "Well," he said to Momo while scratching his freckled cheek, "if you want cream, you'll have to work for it again."

Momo brought her hand up to her face, curled her fingers, and pressed it against her mouth as her eyes darted back and forth between Izuku and the coffeemaker. With a whisper, she asked, "How long will the coffee stay hot?"

Izuku tilted his head, confused by the question but answered Momo plainly. "For a while. Why?"

Momo didn't respond right away. Instead, she stood up and pulled the hem of her apron up, revealing her juice-covered pussy, with her arousal streaming down her legs. She blushed, trying to form the right words. "Because I need you, Zuzu," she whimpered.

Izuku heard the neediness in her voice. In a flash, Izuku suddenly closed the distance and wrapped his arms around Momo. She was surprised at first, but once she realized what was happening, a joyful laugh escaped her lips. The cold, hard surface of the kitchen island touched her bare back, causing her to shiver while Izuku laid her down.

She bit her lip as she felt his cock rub her hungry slit, grazing her sensitive clit with each light thrust. Izuku just teased her, prodding her entrance with the tip of his cock before running its length along her slick labia. It was driving her mad. Momo rolled her hips, trying to entice Izuku into burying himself in her pussy.

He didn't take the bait, causing her to whimper. "Zuzuuuu! Don't tease me."

Izuku smiled at her. "Sorry, Momo. You were too cute just then." Momo blushed at his words as he gripped her hips and took aim. Giving Momo a look, she inclined her head and took in a breath.

Izuku slammed his hips forward, spearing his cock into Momo’s tight cunt. Momo gasped at the sudden intrusion despite how much she had prepared herself. Izuku gave her a moment to get used to his girth, letting her velvety walls reshape themselves around him.

He started off slowly, pulling back far enough to where only his tip remained within Momo before pushing himself all the way back in. He continued with this steady rhythm for a minute or so. All the while, a series of moans escaped Momo’s lips as Izuku fucked her. Her back arched, causing her bouncing breasts to jut out, drawing Izuku’s attention towards them.

Licking his lips, Izuku brought a hand to Momo's massive mounds and gave one a squeeze. Momo felt her body shudder and her pussy clench as pleasure shot through her body like a bolt of lightning. Through the lust-filled haze clouding her mind, she noticed the hungry look in Izuku's eyes and smiled.

"Care for some f-fresh mmm milk, Zuzu?" She asked as his cock hit her sweet spot.

Her hands moved to the top of her apron and yanked what little fabric that contained her breasts downward, freeing her luscious orbs and all their splendor. They bounced enticingly as Izuku's hips smacked against Momo's ass, which was aided by her as she placed her hands just above them.

"Go on, ZUZU~!" She gasped as Izuku increased his pace. "They're yours. Ah. All. Yours."

Ever since she, Izuku, and Shoka started getting more intimate, one idea continuously floated around Momo’s head, especially when Izuku and Shoka learned her breasts were her main erogenous zone. Momo found the idea of producing breast milk to be a rather arousing prospect, even more so as she thought about Izuku or Shoka suckling at her teats for it.

Thinking along the lines her green-haired boyfriend would, Momo took the time to push her Quirk to its limits. While she couldn’t produce breast milk at the moment, she could trick her body into doing so with her Quirk. It took quite a bit of time and effort, but she managed it after several failures and successes during her experimentation.

Momo grabbed the back of Izuku’s head, enjoying the feeling of her fingers running through his verdant curls, and buried his face in her pillowy chest. She could see her boyfriend’s brain short-circuiting for a moment. The sight made her release a melodious giggle, as it was always a treat for her or Shoka to do that to him.

She let out a throaty moan when Izuku’s mouth latched onto one of her hardened, pink nipples, all while still slamming his hips against hers.

The erotic sounds of their coupling were all that could be heard from the kitchen. Momo’s gasp, mixed with the wet slapping of skin and Izuku’s suckling, created a lewd song for anyone who wandered downstairs to hear.

Not that Izuku or Momo cared. They were too focused on each other that they paid little attention to their surroundings.

Like the small flicker of movement coming from the girl's side staircase.

As Izuku's hips collided with hers, Momo found she had a difficult time focusing on her Quirk to pull off her little trick. The pleasure of Izuku's cock bottoming out within her pussy was nearly too much for her.

Still, as her boyfriend desperately sucked on her hardened nipple. She persevered, pushing her Quirk's limits as she remembered the chemicals and proteins composing the liquid. She couldn't help but find it funny she was turning lipids into calcium at the moment.

A moan resonated from Izuku, and his suckling intensified. Through her heavily lidded eyes, Momo spotted small streams of white pouring past the corners of Izuku’s mouth. She cheered internally, but her celebration was cut short by Izuku, who slammed his cock into her, burying it deep within her. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, coating it in her orgasmic juices as pleasure rocked her body.

She was given no chance to rest as Izuku continued to ravage her like a beast. By the time her climax ended, she was already on the way to her third. "Z-Zuzu~! I'm going to. AH! You're making me cum again!" She declared loudly.

Izuku pulled off her tit with a "pop" and maintained a firm grip on her hips. He thrust his hips forward, grinding and rutting against her sensitive sex before following up with several shallow thrusts. "Do it, Momo. Go ahead and cum."

Izuku grit his teeth as Momo’s velvety walls wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock. His crotch became drenched in her juices the more he rutted himself inside her. Each time he pulled back, he met with heavy resistance as Momo was unwilling to let him go. She was in a daze. Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave of pleasure.

"ZUZU!" With one last desperate cry, Momo's body went slack, like a puppet cut from its strings.

As Izuku continued to blow into his girlfriend’s sensitive pussy, he was reaching his limit as well. As he pulled back for another deep thrust, Momo, with the last bit of her strength, locked her legs around him, preventing him from going too far. “You need to cum, too, Zuzu, please. Do it. Fill me up with your cum~!” she begged desperately.

Her words flipped a switch within him. With one final, deep thrust, Izuku slammed his hips against Momo, his bloated testicles slapping against her ass as they churned. Momo arched her back, her hands resting above her head, gripping the air in a desperate search for something to hold on to as Izuku came.

Her relief came from Izuku, who wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her soft, bouncing breasts. Momo nuzzled into his soft curls, keeping track of how many shots Izuku released within her.

It was easy enough for her, as Izuku pulled back enough to weakly thrust his cock back into her snug cavern. His first shot wasn’t the largest. That went to the second one. Another few seconds passed, followed by the third, fourth and fifth shot of Izuku’s load. He petered out at around the seventh shot. By the time Izuku finished, Momo could feel his warm seed drowning her inner chambers.

The two stayed locked together for several minutes, both trying to catch their breaths while basking in the warmth of the other. Izuku laid Momo back down on the kitchen island’s counter, not trusting his legs to have enough strength to help hold her up. He tried to pull out of her, but Momo refused, whimpering each time he tried. She just kept her legs locked tightly around his hips, preventing him from moving at all.

"Noooo," she said to him weakly. As Izuku looked up at her, he saw the desperate plea in her onyx-colored pools. "Don't move, Zuzu. Keep holding me like this, please."

Izuku gave her a gentle smile. As he tightened his embrace, Momo moaned happily. "Okay, Momo."

They remained like that for another five minutes, basking in the afterglow of their intimacy. Momo ran her fingers through Izuku's verdant curls, enraptured by their fluffiness. Her body tingled as Izuku's fingers traced the curve of her back, sending a pleasant shiver through her. When his lips latched back onto her pink nipples, still seeking the milk she created with her Quirk, Momo nearly came again.

“No fair, Zuzu~,” Momo pouted through a moan. She looked at him and chided him playfully, “You know just how to make me feel so good, so erotic. Sometimes it feels as though you’re cheating.”

"I have two wonderful girlfriends, Momo," he replied with a smile. "If I can't make either of you feel good, then I'm obviously doing something wrong. Nothing is off limits."

Momo chuckled, appreciating how attentive Izuku was towards her and Shoka. Burying her face back in his fluffy curls, she rolled her hips, noting that Izuku's lower head had only softened a little. It was a testament of how much stamina he had.

She idly wondered if that might be a thing for men with Emitter-Type Quirks, or if it is only a thing among Stockpilers. It was something she could discuss with Izuku later.

She looked over his shoulder towards the coffee maker, remembering that they still needed to make their cups. "Zuzu~," she said with a husky whisper. When Izuku gave her his attention, she grinded her sex against his groin, causing his cock to stiffen again. A lick of her red lips was all that was needed to get Izuku primed and ready again. "I still need cream for my coffee."

Taking a whiff of her still-hot coffee, Momo let out a pleased hum. She shook her hips, settling her soft rump in Izuku's lap while he sat on a couch in the living room area of their dorm, and took a sip. That hum turned into a moan as the fresh taste of coffee washed over her taste buds. She brought a hand to her cheek, her lips curling into a smile as she spoke. "Quite a unique flavor. Then again, it is yours, Zuzu."

She turned her head to the left, spotting the deep shade of red Izuku turned as he watched her drink her lewd concoction.

Noting that the hand holding his coffee had yet to move, Momo gave him a playful pout. "Zuzu? You haven't even touched your drink yet?" She brought her arms together, drawing Izuku's eyes towards her massive, now shirt-covered chest. "And after all that work I put in to give you fresh milk like you wished for."

That snapped Izuku out of his stupor. "R-right! S-sorry, Momo." As Izuku took his first sip, Momo rested her head in the crook of his neck. For Momo, it was a perfect end to the start of their morning.

It all came to a stop when a creak came from the stairs, alerting them to the presence of one of their dormmates. Both Izuku and Momo had a moment of panic, wondering if they were caught. Their minds raced, retracing their steps to make sure they had cleaned up the evidence of their earlier escapade. While Izuku put on a brave face, trying to hide his overwhelming worry, Momo hid a deep, unhappy pout behind her cup of coffee, before smoothly replacing it with a calm facade.

When the two turned to look at the stairs, a wave of relief washed over them at who they saw.

Kyoka froze like a deer in headlights when their eyes landed on her. She seemed fidgety, opening and closing her mouth several times to greet them, only to come up short. Izuku and Momo thought her face was rather flushed, but from their seats, they couldn’t be too sure.

“Morning, Kyoka,” Izuku said with a friendly smile and wave, hoping to appear as though nothing was wrong.

Momo followed up with a greeting of her own, her earlier displeasure fading at the sight of their friend. "Yes, good morning, Kyoka."

“Uh, s-sup, you two,” Kyoka greeted back with a quick wave, though unable to meet their eyes. She looked over at the kitchen and pointed to the coffeemaker. “I-is it alright if I have a cup, G-Greenie?”

Izuku nodded slowly. "Yeah. It's just the regular house blend if that fits your mood."

"Y-yeah. That's fine," Kyoka replied. As she trudged slowly to the kitchen on shaky legs. "Perfectly fine."

Izuku and Momo shared a look before returning to their special cups of coffee. From the kitchen, Kyoka’s gaze kept shifting from the pair to her own cup of coffee. As she fixed her cup with her usual preferred additions, she reached for the creamer and froze. Her sharp eyes stared blankly at the carton, her fingers twitching as her hand hovered in the cold air of the fridge.

She was glad that the door covered her face, which glowed an atomic red as she looked back at her friends.

In her shorts’ pocket, the weight of her phone grew heavier by the second. Kyoka just stood there, unable to move as her mind was a hive of activity. After finally taking the creamer and closing the door, Kyoka hastily finished making her drink, intent on rushing back to her room to avoid her friends...

And maybe alleviate some frustration she still suffered.

Before she left the kitchen, she spotted a white glob at the edge of the counter. A familiar heat from her core crept up all the way to her face. The ends of her earjacks tapped together nervously as her eyes darted over to Izuku and Momo. Seeing that the two were in their own little world, Kyoka debated with herself on what to do.

In a moment of weakness, she caved. Running two of her fingers across the counter's edge and scooping up the only evidence of Izuku and Momo's earlier coupling, Kyoka turned, and hurried out of the kitchen and towards the stairs, shooting off a hasty goodbye to her friends. "Thanks for the coffee, Greenie! I'll catch you two later!"

She was gone before Izuku or Momo could reply to her.

As soon as Kyoka reached her room, she quickly slammed her door shut, and leaned back against it. She slowly slid down the wooden surface and sat her firm ass on the floor. Her eyes stared at her ceiling as her body remained there, unmoving.

The small, hot white glob resting on the tips of her fingers called out to her. Kyoka set her cup of coffee down and pulled her phone out of her pocket. She plugged in one of her jacks while her thumb hovered over the screen. A few seconds felt like hours.

Kyoka just stared at the screen. "... Mina can never find out," she told herself before she finally tapped the screen, hitting the play button. The camera was blurry at first, before a focused image of Izuku and Momo appeared. It wasn't long before Momo's melodious voice rang in her ears.

[Then I need to get my creamer ready, yes?]

Kyoka bit her lip as she watched Momo get down on her knees and whipped out Izuku's large, thick cock.

[So big~. So much of Zuzu's cream, just for me.]

Kyoka's eyes stared at the phallus, unable to tear themselves away from the sight. Even from a distance, it looked rather large. It just made her wonder how big it was up close.

Kyoka brought her other hand up slowly. She stared at the glob of cum that clung to the tips of her fingers before bringing them to her mouth. Wrapping her lips around her digits, running her tongue over them to taste every morsel she could, she savored the flavor of the green-haired coffee maker. There was a level of shame she felt in doing so, but that shame was replaced by a burning heat slowly building up in her loins.

"Tastes like cinnamon."

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Still working on the tapestries for the last chapter of Re:Awakening. I'm just in a small rut and don't want to force myself into drawing. I've killed plenty of pieces in the past doing that. So, enjoy some zest in the meantime.