Irresistible Comfort Fruit

Just A Taste

Izuku has suffered the greatest betrayal in his life, performed by something the greenet greatly trusted to remain loyal during a crucial moment.

His dick.

The aroused traitor couldn't help itself, being squashed under the weight of Minerva's dummy thick booty was too much stimulation for it. What else could it do except rising up to become the goliath it was.

It signaled more than just the course change of blood that was flowing into Izuku's brain, but also alarmed the wanting shortstack on top of him that he was intrigued by the offer she set on the table.

"I-i don't need a reward," stammered Izuku, trying to find some arrange of words he can form a sentence with that'll hold off this beast of lust from pouncing on him, "Like everyone else, I tried my best to make sure everyone got out of there alive."

A deviant giggled rang out from Minerva, she slowly crawled her upper body closer before telling him, "But some people certainly put in more work than others."

Diverting away his eyes, Izuku gulped and said, "My contributions weren't special, I fainted before we were properly saved."

"Wasn't special? Hehe, silly Izuku," chimed Minerva, her face was now a few centimeters away from Izuku's, "There wasn't a single guy in the USJ who attempted to pull the ballsy move you did. Not even close."

"I don't think that's fair, there are only six guys in the entire class."

"Don't matter, even if you want to be modest there's still a major gap. No matter how you spin it, you were quite the standout hero today. Saving everyone's life, and mine multiple times," the purple-twin-tail girl said, placing her small hand on the boy's chest. She smirked feeling the bulk of his peck underneath his shirt, having full confidence that she could crack an egg against this brick, "I just thought you should get a little something for an outstanding performance."

Sweat dripped down Izuku's face, unsure of what to do.

"It's fine really, nothing is necessary as a thank you so don't go out of your way. We're here to become heroes anyways," responded Izuku, his voice cracking a bit. Any sense of self-control his facade had was immediately given away by the ever-growing Mount Everest appearing from his pants.

"Well I want to do something special because today you were my hero," Minerva replied, rubbing his chest through his shirt to rev his engine, she could feel the urge deep in him waiting to burst out. All the times she had caught him staring at the girl's goods and being extremely bashful toward them was evidence enough. The more damning proof is when Izuku will do the same to her, thinking he was slick, she knew every time this innocent cinnamon bun glared in delight at a view of her sweet-pack buns. Yet, with his reserved nature, it was going to be a while if she waited for that chained demon to make its way out of the cave. She was going to rip the roof right off.

"How about you sample what I'll give you first, then see if you like it. If not, all you need to do is tell me to stop," Minerva said, kissing Izuku's chin before shimmying back to her original position of using his crotch as a seat, "So just sit back and relax, I'll deliver your gratitude prize."

Paralyzed, Izuku simply watched as Minerva scooted further down his body till the shortstack was resting on his knees. His hands were stationed firmly at his side, after having to put more effort in resisting to grab Minerva's stacked backside and manhandling it like dough, he feared letting them go. He could've easily escaped from this situation, or at least push her off of him, yet some sick bastard inside of him wanted to see where it would go. Even if his sensibility was screaming to bail, Minerva made the genius maneuver of convincing what really mattered.