The movie started, the surround sound booming with music and dialogue. The lights had dropped to near-darkness, shadows flickering across Inko's flushed face.
She tried to breathe slowly, to focus on the screen—but her body was wired, every muscle tense, waiting for the next jolt.
Her hand gripped the armrest tightly, knuckles white.
' Please… just let me enjoy the movie for a bit, ' she begged silently.
Bzzzt—
Her lips parted, a sharp gasp escaping before she caught herself. She coughed quickly, disguising the sound, one hand pressed to her mouth.
Her thighs snapped shut around the vibration, trapping it deep inside. Her whole lower body quivered, her stomach fluttering.
'God, he's really doing this… in public. What if someone notices?'
She risked a glance at Izuku. He was leaned back, one arm stretched along the back of her seat, chewing popcorn lazily. His thumb flicked inside his pocket, and just like that—
Bzzzzzzzzzt.
This one was stronger, steady. Her eyes widened, head tilting back slightly against the seat. She bit her lip so hard it almost hurt, muffling the moan that threatened to burst out.
Her body trembled, toes digging into the floor. Heat pooled between her thighs, her chest rising and falling quicker now.
' Stop… please stop… she thought' desperately. But another wave hit her, and her body betrayed her again.
"Ahh—" A small moan slipped through before she slapped a hand over her mouth, forcing it into another fake cough.
The couple next to them glanced her way briefly, then back at the screen.
Her face burned crimson. She couldn't look at them, couldn't look at anyone. All she could do was keep her body as still as possible while inside she was coming apart.
Izuku leaned close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Doing alright, Mom?"
The word made her whole body jolt. She wanted to snap at him, wanted to tell him how cruel he was being, but her voice caught in her throat.
Bzzzt—BZZZT—BZZZT.
She bit down on her knuckle this time, muffling a whimper as her hips shifted involuntarily. Her eyes squeezed shut, her chest heaving as she fought to keep the sounds inside.
' God, I'm going to lose it right here… in a theater full of people. He'll make me cum. Oh no—oh no…'
Izuku chuckled quietly beside her, his eyes never leaving the screen. To everyone else, he looked calm, entertained by the movie. But Inko knew—every pulse, every flicker of vibration inside her—it was him pulling the strings.
Her body shuddered again, a bead of sweat sliding down her temple as she clutched the popcorn tighter to keep her hands from trembling too much.
' I can't… I can't hold this forever…' she thought.
The movie thundered on, a chase scene lighting up the screen, but for Inko the world had narrowed to the fire burning inside her. Every pulse of the toy made her body quake harder, every vibration sending sparks up her spine.
Her thighs clamped so tightly together that her calves trembled. She tried to breathe through her nose, tried to stay calm, but her chest rose and fell too fast. Don't… don't… not here—
BZZZZZZZZZT.
The sudden surge hit her deep. Her hips jerked against the seat, eyes shooting wide. The popcorn almost spilled from her lap as her body betrayed her.
"Mmmh—!" she bit down on her lip, hard enough to sting, but it wasn't enough. The moan ripped out of her throat, high-pitched and desperate, before she smothered it into a cough.
A few people shushed her, thinking she was just noisy. But Izuku leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear, voice like molten honey:
"Cum for me."
The command undid her.
Her whole body snapped, thighs shaking as her orgasm tore through her. Her nails dug into the armrest, back arching as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her soaked core.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably, knees pressing together to hide the spasms, but the wet heat spreading across the seat was impossible to ignore.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes wide, before she forced it into a breathless cough. Her body bucked once more, then slumped, utterly drained.
She sat there trembling, sweat dotting her forehead, chest heaving as she tried to disguise it all as nothing but nerves.
Izuku reached over, gently patting her thigh. From the outside, it looked like an innocent gesture of comfort. But when his hand squeezed, she knew—he was proud of what he'd done.
Leaning close again, he whispered with a smirk, "Good girl."
Her face burned hotter than the sun.
' God help me… he's going to kill me like this.'
Though this wasn't the end, now she was as sensitive as a newborn, Izuku knew this. But he didn't want to bore her or push her over the edge too soon. So he left it on the very first mode, the faint buzz keeping her on her toes—never enough to satisfy, but impossible to ignore.
For the rest of the movie, that lackluster vibration drove her insane. Every small laugh, every shift in her seat, every time she tried to focus on the screen—it was there, humming against her, tickling her nerves. She bit the inside of her cheek more than once, disguising small moans as coughs or fake sneezes, her eyes darting nervously toward the people seated nearby.
By the time the credits rolled, she was wound up so tightly that even standing felt risky. Her legs trembled slightly as they walked out. The night air cooled her skin, but it didn't calm her racing pulse.
They slipped inside the car, the silence between them thick with tension.
"How was it?" Izuku asked, a sly smirk tugging at his lips, his voice low and smug.
She turned on him, fuming, her cheeks flushed deep red. "First of all, turn that off!"
He chuckled, obediently pressing the button. The buzzing died instantly, and she let out a shaky breath she hadn't realized she was holding. "What if we had been caught? Do you know how much trouble we would've been in? Especially you, since you plan on becoming a hero."
"Yeah," he said casually, leaning back, "but we didn't. So let's look at the bright side." His grin widened, almost boyish but far too mischievous for comfort. "Now… wanna do it again in a restaurant this time?"
Her heart skipped. Hearing those words, she felt utterly defeated. She knew there was no way to convince him out of it—not when he had that determined gleam in his eyes.
"…Sure," she whispered, hesitant but giving in.
"Yes!" Izuku pumped his fist in triumph before starting the car. "Alright, let's go. I'll wear a mask since I'm kinda famous right now."
As the engine hummed to life and the streetlights slid past them, she realized their hands were still intertwined. His palm was warm against hers, steady and grounding. Despite her frustration, it comforted her in a way she couldn't explain.
'I can never stay mad at him,' she thought, sneaking a sideways glance at his focused profile.
TO BE CONTINUED