The new year had barely settled in, but the buzz around Izuku hadn’t faded—if anything, it had intensified. The calendar reprints were flying off shelves, her signed nudes fetching premium prices on the agency’s site, and her socials hit a million followers. She was the it-girl of desire, a viral icon of unapologetic sensuality. Mineta’s bonus had cleared—enough to splurge on a new car—and their sex life was on fire, his jealousy fueling nights of rough, possessive fucking. But beneath it all, Izuku felt that pull… the memory of Katsuki’s dark promise lingering like a secret thrill.

Mineta’s phone rang mid-morning, pulling him from his desk at the office. “Mr. Bakugou? Yes, sir—on my way.”

He stepped into Katsuki’s sleek top-floor office, nerves buzzing. The CEO sat behind his massive desk, tailored suit hugging his broad frame, that signature smirk playing on his lips. “Mineta. Sit. Good news—we’ve got an overseas meeting in Tokyo. Big client pitch. Two days from now. You’re coming with the team.”

Mineta’s face lit up, chest swelling with pride. Included in a high-level trip? This was huge. “Sir, thank you. I’m honored. I’ll prep everything.”

Katsuki leaned back, eyes glinting. “It’s a quick turnaround—fly out January 7, back by the 10th. Meetings during the day, but evenings are free. If you want, bring Izuku. Show her the sights after hours. Tokyo’s beautiful this time of year.”

Mineta blinked, oblivious to the undercurrent. “That’s generous, sir. I’ll ask her—she’d love it. Thank you again.”

Katsuki’s smirk deepened, hidden behind a nod. In his mind, flashes: Izuku bent over in a hotel room, ass up, moaning his name while Mineta networked obliviously. “No problem. She’s… special. Deserves a little adventure.”

Mineta left beaming, clueless. Back home that evening, he burst through the door, scooping Izuku up in a hug. She wore a tiny crop top and shorts—tits straining the fabric, ass peeking out—as she cooked dinner. “Baby! Guess what? Overseas trip to Tokyo—Mr. Bakugou invited me. And he said I could bring you!”

Izuku’s eyes sparkled, heart racing at the mention of Katsuki. She knew he’d be there—leading the team. Visions flooded her: his thick cock, his filthy whispers, the way he owned her body. But she played it cool, grinding against Mineta playfully. “Really? That sounds amazing! When?”

“January 7. Meetings, but free time after. We can explore—sightsee, shop.” Mineta kissed her neck, hands squeezing her ass.

Izuku moaned softly, excitement bubbling for reasons he didn’t suspect. “I’d love that, hubby. And… Mr. Bakugou will be there?”

“Yeah, the whole team.” Mineta missed the flush on her cheeks, too wrapped in his own glee.

January 7 arrived crisp and early. The Airport buzzed with pre-dawn energy. Mineta and Izuku arrived hand-in-hand—she in a slutty little outfit: tight white blouse unbuttoned low enough to show deep cleavage, no bra so her nipples poked through, paired with a micro skirt that barely covered her ass, thigh-highs, and heels. Her hair cascaded in waves, pink lips glossy. Mineta noticed heads turning but shrugged it off—proud of his hot wife.

The team waited at the gate: Katsuki, looking devastating in a fitted black shirt and slacks, his inked arms flexing as he checked his phone; plus four other colleagues—Denki, a slick marketing exec; Eijirou, the finance guy; Sero, creative lead; and Neito, ops manager. All men, all suddenly starstruck as Izuku approached.

“Holy shit—it’s her! Izuku from the calendar!” Denki whispered loudly, eyes devouring her curves.

Katsuki smirked from the side, his gaze locking on Izuku’s, dark and promising. She felt it like a touch between her legs, thighs pressing together.

The guys swarmed her, phones out. “Izuku! Can we get pics? You’re a legend!”

Mineta forced a smile, arm around her waist. “Sure, guys. But keep it respectful.”

But they didn’t. Denki posed first—arm slung low around her hips, hand “accidentally” brushing her ass as he pulled her close. “Smile! Fuck, you smell amazing…”

Click.

Izuku flushed pink, nipples hardening under the thin blouse. “T-Thanks…”

Eijirou next—hugging her from the side, his chest pressing her tits, hand grazing the sideboob. “You’re even hotter in person. Those calendar shots… damn.”

Sero went bolder—arm over her shoulders, pulling her in so her breasts squished against him, his free hand “adjusting” her skirt but copping a feel of her thigh. “Legendary ass. Can I get one from behind?”

Mineta’s jaw clenched, anger simmering. “Hey—easy.”

But Izuku, flushed and wet now, posed anyway—arching her back slightly, ass out. Click. “It’s okay, hubby… just fans.”

Neito last—straight-up hugging her front-on, hands low on her back, practically groping her ass cheeks. “Your tits feel as good as they look. Sign my calendar later?”

Mineta controlled his rage, fists balled. “Alright, that’s enough pics.”

Katsuki watched it all, smirking—knowing he’d have her to himself soon.

They boarded business class—spacious pods with privacy screens. Mineta and Izuku side by side, Katsuki across the aisle. The flight dimmed for the red-eye, lights off, most passengers dozing.

Two hours in, Mineta snored softly beside her. Izuku’s phone buzzed—a text from Katsuki.

Come to my seat. Now. Lights are off—no one will see.

Her heart pounded, pussy throbbing instantly. Guilty glance at Mineta—sleeping like a rock. Satisfied? Hell yes. She slipped out quietly, robe over her outfit for “cover,” creeping to Katsuki’s pod.

He was waiting—seat reclined, pants open, his massive cock out and hard, stroking slowly in the dim glow of his screen. Thick, veined, the fat head leaking pre-cum. “About time, beautiful. On your knees. Suck me like the cheating slut you are.”

Izuku dropped instantly, knees on the carpeted floor, mouth watering. “Katsuki… Mineta’s right there… what if—”

He fisted her hair, guiding her down. “Then be quiet. Or moan loud enough to wake him—let him watch you worship my cock again.” His voice dropped filthy. “Look at it—hard for you since the airport. Saw those idiots groping your ass and tits. But only I get to use you properly.”

Izuku whimpered, kissing the tip, tasting the salty pre-cum. “Mmm… so big… throbbing already… I missed this cock…”

“Lick it,” he commanded, leaning back, one hand on her head. “Tongue out—trace every vein like a good whore. While your husband’s asleep, dreaming of his innocent wife.”

She obeyed, flat tongue lapping from base to tip, swirling around the head. “Yes… tasting you… salty and hot… your veins pulsing on my tongue… fuck, Katsuki, it’s so thick…”

He groaned low, hips twitching. “That’s it… lick my balls too. Suck them—feel how full they are. Been saving this load for your married mouth.”

Izuku dipped lower, tongue bathing his heavy balls, sucking one into her mouth gently, then the other. “Mmm… so full… gonna cum down my throat? Fill my belly while Mineta sleeps?”

“Fuck yes,” he rasped, pulling her up. “Open wide—take it deep. Choke on my cock like you did in the studio.”

She engulfed him—lips stretching around his girth, sinking down until he hit her throat. Gagging softly, eyes watering, but she pushed deeper, humming vibrations up his shaft.

“Quiet, slut,” he whispered, but thrust up slightly. “Feel that? My cock owning your throat. Bob on it—suck like you’re starving for my cum.”

Izuku did, head bobbing sloppy and wet, saliva dripping down his balls. “Mmmph… so deep… gagging on your huge dick… love sucking you… better than him…”

He smirked in the dark, hand guiding her rhythm. “Damn right. Tell me—whisper how wet your pussy is right now. Bet it’s dripping down your thighs, thinking about me fucking you later in Tokyo.”

She popped off with a gasp, stroking him fast. “So wet… soaking my thong… pussy aching for your cock… gonna fuck me in the hotel? While Mineta’s at meetings?”

“Every night,” he promised, filthy. “Bend you over the balcony, ass up, pounding that fat cunt while the city watches. Now suck harder—make me cum. Swallow every drop like the cum-hungry wife you are.”

Izuku dove back down, sucking with everything—cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling, hand cupping his balls, massaging. “Cum for me… flood my mouth… I need it…”

Katsuki’s breath hitched, hips bucking. “Fuck—here it comes! Swallow, whore!”

He erupted—thick ropes shooting down her throat, her swallowing greedily, not spilling a drop. “Mmm… so much… hot and thick… filling my belly…”

She milked him dry, licking him clean, then sat back on her heels, lips shiny. Guilty thrill mixed with satisfaction—Mineta still snoring across the aisle.

“Good girl,” Katsuki murmured, tucking himself away. “Back to your seat. But remember—this trip? You’re mine after hours.”

Izuku nodded, flushed and dripping, creeping back. She curled up next to Mineta, hand on his thigh, but her mind raced with anticipation. Guilty? Yes. Satisfied? Absolutely.

Tokyo awaited. And so did Katsuki’s promises.