Izuku could barely contain himself as he made his way home. His new home. The home that he would build a family in with his smart, beautiful, talented, sweet as can be wife, Fuyumi Todoroki. Though, she hadn't been a Todoroki for a while. Over a year now, and quickly approaching two. He had always been happy to come home to her. But this was different. So much different.

Prior to this, they had lived with Fuyumi's mother Rei, her brother Natsuo, and her little brother Shoto, but after getting married and being married for so long, apparently Rei had had enough. And while force was a bit too strong a word for what happened, Rei did pretty much force them to move out so that they could have the privacy to start their own family.

Rei wanted grandkids to spoil.

So now, Izuku was on his way to meet his wife, alone, to greet her properly as newly weds should and not worry about her family - although he did like them - judging them for being so much in love. It really did just feel like they had been sent free, they didn't have to go on trips to be alone, they just had all the time in the world to be in love.

He landed on the walkway to their home and pulled on the collar of his shirt, hoping that no one saw him jumping home while dressed in casual clothes. Not that anyone would care too much, last week Nejire fought a villain in a bathing suit, and Itsuka did so in a dress for her modeling career. Hell, he even fought crime while carrying groceries before. Maybe he should try fighting crime in his pajamas?

Izuku, took a moment and smiled at the door to their home. It was a small town house, just large enough to have a modest yard that was on its way to being dominated by Fuyumi's garden. Between the office he shared with Fuyumi, their bedroom, and the living room, there were two empty, unused rooms waiting for them to fill.

Tonight, he was going to put the moves on his wife, and have sweet, wholesome baby making sex. Followed by or preceding just sex for the sake of sex.

Izuku opened the door with a smile and shouted. "Fuyumi! I'm-" The word stumbled in his mouth as he saw his adorable wife standing in the doorway, wearing a pink apron, and a giant smile on her face. And nothing else. "Home."

"Welcome home, dear." Fuyumi gave him a daring wink, her long snow white hair with bits of red mixed in was tied into a ponytail, a light blush extended all the way down to her pale slender shoulders as she posed for him, showing off that she really wasn't wearing anything under that apron. The sides of her large full breasts peaked out from the side of the apron, giving him a wonderful view of some advanced levels of side boob. The apron fell to her wide hip and when she moved he got a pleasant view of her ass.

"What would you like first?" Fuyumi smiled despite her blush. "Dinner?" she gestured towards the dining room table. "Bath," she pointed towards their bathroom. "Or, perhaps," Finger on her lips, pure seduction all but fogging up her glasses. "Me?"

He married an angel.

Fuyumi's shoulders went slack and her blush grew two fold. "Please tell me that worked, it took me all day to gather up the courage to even put the apron on."

Izuku stepped forward and grabbed onto his wife, pulling her against his chest and taking in a big whiff of the fruity shampoo that she loved to use. He kissed her forehead and then her. Thanking her for the most wonderful surprise he could have imagined. Well, one of the most wonderful surprises he could have asked for. Kissing Fuyumi was always, always, always sweet, their's was a relationship built upon millions of small smooches and tender kisses.

Except for right now.

Right now, Fuyumi was straight up making out with him. Her fingers were in his hair, teeth pulling on his lip, tongue, entering his mouth for a few brief moments. It was just as sweet as all of those other kisses they had before, but so much hotter now. A lot hotter.

"I choose you." He whispered grabbing onto her butt and making her squeal ever so slightly. "Always, and forever."

"That's good. But I was asking if you wanted to have sex, not for you to be so romantic." Fuyumi muttered, placing her head on his shoulder and hiding her face.

"I know. After seeing my cute, adorable, sexy wife in nothing but an apron, how could I not want to have sex with her right away." The rules about touching had been laid out long ago. Long story short, he was allowed to, so long as no one else was around. And they were alone in their home. He moved one hand down from her head and moved towards the swell of her breasts, running his fingers along the outside curve where the apron kept them contained.

Fuyumi shuddered. "That's good. I. The. The other two. I haven't made dinner yet. And the bath. It isn't. Ahh~"

He was barely touching her and she was already moaning so sweetly. "That's fine, we can order take out later but first-"

She looked at him, her turquoise eyes sparkling with lust and her smile grew. Her hands tugged at his pants. "You need to get naked."

He was more than happy to oblige, he took his shirt off, while Fuyumi undid his pants and slid his underwear down. Her cold hands felt great on his hardening dick. He kissed her again, one hand diving under the fabric of the apron to pinch at her nipple, while the other went lower, towards her moist, and yearning pussy. Fuyumi gasped and kissed hard when his fingers brushed up against her, and again when he opened her up just wide enough for a finger to slip in.

They broke the kiss for a few tense moments, Fuyumi pulling him towards the dining room. She leaned over in front of him, her hands and arms on the counter top, her ass presented towards him. She was shaking it. A lone turquoise eye glancing back at him said all that needed to be said.

He moved over to her, and crushed his insecurities on the way. Fuyumi had said that she enjoyed their sex, that she maybe enjoyed it just a bit too much. Which was why they could never do it quite as much as she wanted when they were living with her family. When Fuyumi enjoyed herself, she was a bit on the vocal side about it.

He positioned himself at her entrance, leaving just the tip inside before he leaned forward, his fingertips gracing every part of Fuyumi's body as he moved to kiss her. His hands found her breasts, they dangled against her apron like two large melons stuck in a bag. He smiled as she moaned into their kiss, her hand falling behind his head keeping him there with her. Now for his favorite part.

Entering Fuyumi while kissing her, always made her moan in the cutest way possible. Her entire body tensed up and shook, as he moved slowly, going deeper and deeper with each passing second. Her hips twitched, her breaths shorter, her hand more greedy, and her kiss more desperate. Then when he reached the maximum, he let it float, feeling her twitch and convulse around him for just a second as he took in a greedy glance at her.

An ear to ear smile was on her face as she moved to rest her on her hands. Her hips moved against him, pressing him to continue. "Why do you always tease me?"

"Because you said you liked it." And he would be damned if he didn't enjoy doing it now. At first, when they had first started, it had been weird to tease her. But now, he loved it. He drew back, hands trailing along her breasts down her stomach, around her waist and towards her wide hips. He grabbed her firmly and started to move in earnest.

"Yeah." Fuyumi let out a cute, moan that for once she didn't have to try to hold in. Part of him was going to miss her cute side when they were desperate enough to try something at their old home. But, seeing her just let loose like this, was even nicer, in its own way. "Keep going,"

"We only just started, Fuyumi." He grunted, holding onto her and moving in and out, in a rhythm all by his own design, with Fuyumi desperately trying to keep up. Every thrust sent a wave along Fuyumi's body, making her firm butt jiggle, then her large round breasts, and even her eyes seemed to get hit by the thrust, with how she fluttered, mewled and moaned with each and every thrust. Each wave was met by the next in a way that never caused her to stop moving for long. And her face grew more perverted with each and every motion, her cute, normally innocent looking face being pushed aside as he glasses slowly fell from her face.

"Izuku," Fuyumi gasped, eyes rolling as she took her glasses completely off, placing them to be forgotten on the counter top. She pressed her hands against the counter top, trying to push herself up, while he continued to thrust inside of her. Her large round breasts bouncing and bouncing, one even flying free of the apron, exposing her pink pale nipple. "Switch."

He grunted in response, letting go of her.

Fuyumi gasped when he exited her and stood on shaky legs, she wobbled, bracing against the counter top for a moment. Then lunged at him, quickly kissing him, and pulling him towards her. Izuku slammed his hands down onto the counter top, kissing Fuyumi in a mad panic to get more of her. She was so beautiful right now, every part of her was glowing from her eyes to her smile.

She sat up on the counter, her legs moving around his hips and her hand on his cheek. She bit her lip, looking at him, and moved the flap of her apron to the side. Both hands fell on his shoulders, then roamed to his back beaconing him into her, her arms were around his neck and he kissed her again, fumbling around without looking to enter her once more.

He found that entrance and felt Fuyumi shudder around him again. She was tighter than before, her insides squeezing him with every inch he took. Her moan poured into their kiss, as her legs tightened around him, one hand, pulling at his hair. He met her moan with one of her own, eyes rolling in his head as he kept thrusting into her, all of his senses were being ravaged. He let go of the table, choosing instead, to grab onto her head, keeping her in their kiss and running his hand through her hair.

Her ponytail coming undone and letting her white hair fall free around her shoulders.

They seperated for a moment, eyes focused on what was happening down below, the slow steady thrusts he was doing everything to please her, every moan she made sent a chill down his spine and made him that much more eager for another and another. Fuyumi leaned forward, hugging his chest, and taking her weight off of the counter top. His hands flew to her ass, holding her there for a moment while she kissed and suckled on his neck.

"Izuku," She said softly. "Can you carry me to the bed room like this?"

"With my dick in you?"

She nodded, "Sorry, it feels so good. You're touching everything." He took a step. "I! It feels so good. Keep going."

She was one to talk, it felt like he was ready to explode at any second, and feeling her juicy tits press against his chest made him want to suckle on them and tease her nipples.

Fuyumi moaned and squirmed with every step he took, her kisses making it hard to focus and he headed towards the bedroom.

When he got there, his head was spinning, and his legs burned from what felt like an impossible work out. But he wasn't going to let Fuyumi down.

"You sit," Fuyumi said firmly. "I~ I want to be on top."

He wasn't going to argue. Not in the slightest.

With some slow, careful movements, he sat down on the bed, scooting along it, and coming out of Fuyumi for just a moment. Kneeling on the bed, she ran her hands through her hair, showing off those silken locks and looking completely angelic. She moved her hands downward, and pulled the apron off tossing it to the side, and then moved over to him.

"Fuyumi." He said looking at her as she fiddled with his dick to get the angle right for re-entry. She looked at him, lust written on her face. "I love you."

She smiled, sitting down and bringing him into her once more. "I love you too, Izuku. I love you so much." She started to move, her hips bouncing up and down, her breasts matching the past. "I love you so much. I want to start a family with you. I want a family with you so much." She panted. "But I want to keep doing this with you. Over and over again. I want to keep having sex with you, Izuku."

He grabbed her hips, thrusting upward into her and matching her frantic pace. She was getting close. She always talked a lot when she was getting close to an orgasm. It was always sweet, tender words too. "Fuyumi, you're so beautiful."

"Izuku," Fuyumi gasped, biting her finger and leaning back slightly. "Izuku, I'm going to cum."

"Me too," he grunted, leaning back into his thrust, and keeping his dick fully contained inside of her.

"I want you to give it to me, Izuku." She moaned, moving to grab onto her breasts. "Please. Cum inside of me." She gasped, moaning loudly. "I want to get pregnant!"

He did so. Feeling Fuyumi climax around him and making her own cute noises as she fell on top of him kissing him greedily.

"I love you," she muttered, kissing him. "I love you, I love you, I love you."

"I love you too, Fuyumi." He kissed her back and pulled her into their usual post sex cuddling position. His hand fell on top of her stomach. "Do you really want to have a kid?"

She buried her face in her hands and nodded. "Yeah, I've been wanting it for a while. Is that okay, Izuku? Can we start a family?"

He laughed and kissed her on the back of her shoulder. "We moved in here to start a family Fuyumi, and I want that too."

"Then, can we try again, in the bath?"

He loved his wife.

AN: I wanted to write Izuku x Fuyumi smut.