For the rest of the day, Izuku stayed locked in his room, headset on, fingers dancing across his controller as the sounds of Battlefield filled the air. He barely noticed the hours slipping by until his stomach growled and the clock ticked over to six.
Dragging himself downstairs, he found Inko perched on the couch, carefully working on her nails, her posture casual but elegant.
"I was thinking of going out for a movie tonight. Wanna come with?" Izuku asked, leaning against the doorframe like it was nothing.
Inko glanced up, blinking once before her lips curved into a small smile. "Well, I am kinda bored, so why not. Let me finish here—we'll leave around eight," she said.
He nodded, but behind his calm expression, thoughts simmered. He walked back to his room, his steps steady but purposeful. Tomorrow was his day off, but tonight… tonight he wanted to remind her exactly who held the reins.
Opening his drawer, he pulled out something wrapped in plastic. The faint crinkle of the wrapper was enough to make his smirk widen. He carried it to the kitchen, boiling water to sterilize it, rinsing the toy until it gleamed. Clean. Ready.
By the time he returned to his room, he'd changed into a sharp, casual fit—nothing too flashy, but enough to look good by her side. He sat on the edge of his bed, scrolling through his phone, watching clips of his fight with Shoto. His chest swelled with pride as he replayed the moment his flames and ice collided with his strength.
'I always wondered how I looked like in battle,' he thought, smirking faintly.
Finally, her voice rang up the stairs, calling him down. He sighed, slipping the toy into his pocket before heading out.
And there she was.
Inko stood at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in a tight black dress that hugged her body in all the right places, her curves outlined perfectly under the soft living room light. Black pumps clicked against the floor as she shifted, adjusting a strand of hair behind her ear. For a split second, Izuku almost forgot to breathe.
"Wow," he muttered, before catching himself and letting the smirk return. "Well, it doesn't matter. Let's go. But before that…"
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pink, bean-shaped instrument. The moment it caught the light, her eyes widened.
Her cheeks flushed instantly. "You wouldn't," she said, her voice somewhere between warning and playful.
"I would," Izuku shot back, his tone steady, eyes locked on hers.
She exhaled through her nose, shaking her head, but her lips tugged upward despite herself. That little smile told him everything—she wasn't going to resist. She reached out, snatching the toy from his hand with a half-smirk of her own.
"I'll find you in the car," she said, her voice laced with amusement as she turned going upstairs.
Izuku chuckled, tucking his hands in his pockets as he followed her with his eyes. His mind was already racing, imagining her sitting beside him in the car, the dress clinging to her skin, that toy hidden under the fabric.
This movie night was about to get dangerous.
A few minutes later, Inko walked down the stairs, her face slightly flushed though she tried to hide it under calm composure. Her dress clung tighter now that she was moving, every step deliberate, and when she slid into the passenger seat beside Izuku, she gave him a quick slap on the shoulder.
"You owe me big," she murmured, her lips curling into a teasing smirk.
Izuku's gaze flicked down to her thighs, watching the hem of the black dress shift as she adjusted herself in the seat. His smirk only deepened. "I guess. How is it?" he asked, his tone low, his eyes lingering a little too long.
Inko crossed her legs, shifting again before exhaling through her nose. "Well… it's not the first. So, not much. But—" she leaned back, her voice softening, "it's the first time I've worn it outside the house."
Izuku opened his mouth, "Oh, no wonder—"
But her palm shot out, covering his lips before he could finish. Her cheeks burned brighter now, though her eyes dared him to push further.
"Let's just go, alright?" she whispered.
He chuckled against her palm, eyes gleaming, before nodding. She withdrew her hand and sat back, pretending to be composed. He started the engine, rolled open the gate, and the car slid smoothly out into the night.
"Why did you choose the Benz?" she asked after a moment, shifting again in her seat, her tone casual but her thighs pressing together in a subtle squeeze.
Izuku grinned, eyes never leaving the road. "I wanted to be close to you, is all."
Her blush spread deeper across her face as she turned toward the window, hiding the way her lips curved into a smile. "Oh… well, okay."
The city lights soon swallowed them, neon and billboards glowing against the night sky. They parked outside the theater, the bright marquee flashing the names of blockbuster films.
The moment they stepped out, Izuku casually reached for her hand, fingers weaving through hers. Inko's eyes darted around nervously, but she didn't pull away.
Inside, the smell of butter and salt hit them, warm and nostalgic. They bought two tickets and a bucket of popcorn before finding their seats.
"It's been a while since we've been to the theater," she said, her voice carrying a soft, almost wistful edge as she looked around.
"Yeah, it has. I always liked coming here, you know," Izuku replied, settling into his seat beside her, his tone almost too casual, like he wasn't hiding something devious.
"Really? Should've brought you here more often," she teased gently, her eyes flicking to his face.
But then her gaze dropped—subtle, quick—down to his right hand. She could see the faint bulge of the remote in his pocket, his thumb resting against it like it was the trigger to her sanity. Every second he didn't press it was torture.
She crossed her legs again, shifting uncomfortably, her body hyperaware of the toy still inside her cave.
Izuku noticed the way she squirmed and smirked to himself, leaning back, completely relaxed.
He wasn't rushing this. No, he was playing the long game. A game that would drive her insane before the night was over.
They found their seats near the middle of the theater, the lights dimming as trailers began to roll. Inko sat with the popcorn balanced on her lap, shifting slightly as she adjusted her dress. Her heart was already racing.
Izuku leaned back casually, one hand resting inside his pocket where the remote waited. He didn't even look at her—his eyes stayed on the screen. That calm, unreadable expression of his made her nerves spike even more.
' When? 'she thought. 'When is he going to do it?'
She crossed her legs, then uncrossed them, trying to relax. The theater was filling with soft chatter and the occasional laugh from other moviegoers. To anyone else, she looked perfectly composed—just another woman out to enjoy a night at the movies.
But inside, her chest was tight, her palms slightly damp against the popcorn bucket. Every second of waiting only wound her tighter.
And then—
Bzzzt.
The vibration hit her without warning, a sharp pulse deep inside her. She froze, her eyes widening as heat rushed to her cheeks. The popcorn nearly spilled from her lap.
Her hand shot to Izuku's arm, gripping it instinctively. He didn't move, didn't react—he just kept his eyes on the screen, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
She sucked in a breath, holding it. He really did it. Right here.
The vibration cut off just as suddenly as it started. Her body ached at the absence, her thighs pressing tightly together. She leaned closer to him, whispering harshly, "Izuku…"
He tilted his head toward her, feigning innocence. "Hm?"
"You…" She bit her lip, realizing she couldn't actually say it out loud—not here, not surrounded by people. She glanced around; the couple next to them were sharing popcorn, completely oblivious.
Izuku just raised an eyebrow, like he didn't understand what she meant.
And then—
Bzzzt… bzzzt…
This time it lingered, longer, stronger. Her breath hitched audibly, and she had to cover her mouth with one hand, pretending to cough. Her back arched slightly against the seat, her toes curling in her heels.
Her body betrayed her—every nerve on fire, her thighs trembling as she clenched them tighter. She shifted in her seat, trying to find some way to hide the way her body was reacting, but it only made her more obvious to herself.
Izuku casually reached into the popcorn bucket, popping a kernel into his mouth as if nothing was happening. His thumb flicked again, cutting the vibration mid-pulse.
Her jaw clenched, her body twitching at the loss.
She turned her head, glaring at him with a flushed face. He only smirked, leaned slightly closer, and whispered so low only she could hear:
"Eat your popcorn. Movie's starting."
Her stomach flipped. Her body needed more, but her pride—and the crowd around them—kept her glued in place.
And the worst part? She knew he was just getting started.
TO BE CONTINUED