Nana Shimura | My Hero Academia - Fanart

The late afternoon sun, a hazy orange through the dust motes dancing in the air of her dojo, cast long shadows that stretched and writhed like playful spirits. Nana Shimura, her signature white uniform clinging to her form, paused mid-kata, her breath a soft whisper in the sudden stillness. The scent of aged wood and liniment hung heavy, a familiar comfort, yet today it was tinged with something else, something electric. Her gaze, usually sharp and focused on the flaws in her own movements, drifted towards the door, a knot of anticipation tightening in her chest. He was late. Again. And as always, his tardiness sparked a ridiculous, almost girlish flutter within her usually stoic heart.

He was… a problem. A beautiful, infuriating, breathtaking problem. Their relationship was a tightly coiled spring of unspoken desires, a delicate dance around the edges of professionalism and something far more potent. He was her prized student, her protégé, the one with a spirit as bright and fierce as any star. And she… she was the One For All holder, the symbol, the mentor. But beneath the weight of those titles, there was Nana, a woman who craved connection, who felt the pull of a gaze lingering a moment too long, the warmth of a hand brushing hers in a shared moment of triumph.

The dojo door creaked open, and there he stood, silhouetted against the brighter light of the hallway. Koji, his brow furrowed with what she knew was a mix of apology and that familiar, almost shy adoration she found so disarming. His shoulders were broad, even in his simple civilian clothes, and Nana felt an involuntary appreciation for the way his shirt strained slightly across his chest, hinting at the powerful muscles beneath. He held a small, crumpled bag in his hand, and she knew it contained the snacks he always brought, a gesture of genuine thoughtfulness that melted her resolve like snow in a hearth.

“I’m sorry, Sensei,” Koji’s voice was a low rumble, laced with genuine regret. He stepped inside, the door swinging shut behind him, muffling the sounds of the outside world. The air in the dojo seemed to thicken, charged with the energy of their shared space, their shared history, and the unspoken. Nana felt her own cheeks flush, a tell-tale sign of the heat that always bloomed within her when he was near. She pushed a stray strand of white hair behind her ear, her movements deliberately casual, though her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs.

“It’s alright, Koji,” she replied, her voice a touch huskier than usual. She crossed the polished wooden floor, her bare feet making no sound. She stopped a few feet from him, her gaze sweeping over his features. The way his dark hair fell across his forehead, the soft curve of his lips, the deep, earnest pools of his eyes – all of it was etched into her memory, a landscape she often revisited in the quiet hours.

He offered her the bag. “I… I got those mochi you like.” A faint blush bloomed on his cheeks, and Nana’s smile softened. It was these small, innocent gestures that chipped away at her defenses, revealing the vulnerable man beneath the formidable hero’s potential. She took the bag, her fingers brushing against his, and felt a jolt, a spark that leaped between them like a stray lightning bolt. Koji’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and he seemed to hold his breath, his gaze fixed on her face.

“Thank you, Koji,” Nana murmured, her voice barely a whisper. She opened the bag, the sweet scent of red bean filling the air. She offered him one, then another, their hands meeting as they both reached for the same treat. This time, the contact was longer, a sustained brush of skin against skin that sent tremors through both of them. Nana could feel the heat radiating from his palm, the slight tremor in his fingers. He didn’t pull away, and neither did she.

The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken desire. The sunlight shifted, painting a golden stripe across Koji’s chest, highlighting the subtle swell of his pectoral muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt. Nana’s gaze lingered there, a traitorous thought forming in her mind, a fantasy she’d long suppressed. She imagined the feel of those muscles, hard and taut beneath her touch, the strength she knew resided within him. He was… built. Not just strong, but with a raw, untamed physicality that spoke of deep reserves of power and passion. The thought sent a wave of heat through her, making her breath hitch.

“Sensei,” Koji finally broke the silence, his voice a little rough. He cleared his throat, his gaze dropping to her lips. “Are… are you alright?” The question was laced with concern, but Nana heard the unspoken beneath it: *Are you alright with this? With us?* She met his gaze, her own eyes mirroring the burgeoning desire she saw in his. The professional distance, the carefully constructed barriers, began to crumble. The weight of their responsibilities, the demands of their roles, faded into the background, leaving only the raw, undeniable pull between them.

“I’m… I’m more than alright, Koji,” Nana said, her voice low and steady, a promise in its tone. She took a step closer, the air crackling between them. Her gaze dropped to his lips, then to the slight, tell-tale bulge in his trousers that spoke of his own arousal. It was a bold observation, and she saw his pupils dilate slightly in response. She enjoyed the power of her gaze, the way it could make him so deliciously flustered, so open.

Koji swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He didn’t move, but his stance shifted, his body leaning almost imperceptibly towards her. The unspoken question hung in the air, thicker than the dust motes. He wanted her. She knew it. And she wanted him, with a ferocity that surprised even herself. It wasn’t just the physical attraction, though that was undeniable. It was the connection, the shared understanding, the feeling that in him, she had found someone who saw her, truly saw her, beyond the hero, beyond the legend.

“Sensei,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and cupped her cheek. His thumb brushed over her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Nana leaned into his touch, her eyes closing for a brief moment, savoring the unexpected intimacy. When she opened them, she saw the raw need in his gaze, the vulnerability he rarely showed. It was intoxicating.

“Koji…” she breathed, her own hand rising to cover his, her fingers intertwining with his. The feel of his calloused skin against hers was a potent reminder of his strength, his power. Her gaze dropped again, this time lingering on the undeniable evidence of his desire straining against his clothes. Nana had always been bold, but this was a new level of daring. She traced the outline of his burgeoning arousal through the fabric, feeling the heat and hardness beneath. Koji let out a soft groan, his grip tightening on her cheek. The sound was pure, unadulterated pleasure, and it fueled her own desire.

“You’re… you’re beautiful, Nana,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. The use of her given name, stripped of its title, sent a jolt of pure intimacy through her. It was a vulnerability, a gift. She smiled, a slow, languid smile that promised everything and nothing. Her eyes, filled with a warmth that had been building for too long, met his.

“And you, Koji,” she replied, her voice a low purr, “are… irresistible.” With that, she closed the remaining distance between them, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was tentative at first, then bloomed into a fierce, consuming passion. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him, and Nana gasped into his mouth, her hands instinctively finding their way to the broad expanse of his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart against her palms. This was it. The dam had broken. The long-suppressed desires, the unspoken longing, were finally unleashed. The dojo, once a place of discipline and training, was about to become the stage for a different kind of power, a primal force that pulsed between them.

The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, tasting each other, exploring with a desperate hunger that spoke of years of repressed longing. Nana felt his muscles clench beneath her touch, his body responding to hers with an intensity that mirrored her own. His hands roamed her back, his touch firm and possessive, then moved to her waist, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them, only a shared breath, a shared heat. Her uniform, usually so demure, felt suddenly constricting, an unnecessary barrier. She moaned softly, arching into him, her breasts pressing against his chest, the soft fullness of them a stark contrast to his hard, defined muscle. She could feel his hardened nipple through the fabric, a small, sensitive point that made her own flesh tingle.

Koji broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes, dark and molten with desire, searched hers. “Nana… I’ve wanted this… for so long,” he rasped, his voice a low growl that vibrated through her. He traced the curve of her jaw, his thumb brushing against her lower lip. Nana tilted her head, inviting his touch, her own desire burning bright. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the sheer masculine power he exuded, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating. She knew, with a certainty that settled deep within her bones, that this was a threshold they would not uncross.

Her hands, emboldened by his raw admission, began to unbutton his shirt, her fingers fumbling slightly in her eagerness. With each button that popped open, a new expanse of his chest was revealed, a landscape of toned muscle, dusted with fine dark hair. Nana let out a soft gasp of appreciation. He was magnificent. The sheer size of him, the breadth of his shoulders, the solid power in his arms – it was all a testament to his strength, his potential. She moved her hands over his chest, her palms caressing the smooth, warm skin, marveling at the hard planes and defined muscles beneath. She traced the line of his pectoral muscles, feeling the firm flesh, the tautness. His nipples hardened at her touch, and he let out another low groan, his body tensing. Nana smiled, a wicked, knowing smile. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his sternum, then trailing lower, her breath hot against his skin.

Koji’s hands tightened on her waist, pulling her up, his gaze fixed on her face. “You’re… you’re incredible,” he breathed, his voice thick. He then did something that made her heart skip a beat. He reached for her uniform, his fingers deftly undoing the sash, then unbuttoning the front of her gi. Nana felt a thrill of anticipation as the fabric parted, revealing the swell of her breasts. Her breasts, often remarked upon for their generous proportions, were a source of both pride and occasional embarrassment. But here, in his gaze, they felt solely like an offering, a testament to her womanhood. Koji’s eyes widened as they took in the sight, a raw hunger igniting in their depths. Nana could feel his gaze like a physical touch, an intimate caress that made her nipples ache with anticipation.

He lowered his head, his lips finding the soft swell of her breast, just above the lace of her bra. Nana cried out softly, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His mouth was warm, gentle at first, then grew more demanding, his tongue tracing the delicate lace, teasing her. She felt a delicious warmth spread through her, a blossoming of pure sensation. His hands continued their exploration, his fingers gently parting the fabric, revealing the full glory of her breasts. The sheer size of them, their ample weight, was something Koji clearly appreciated. He inhaled deeply, his lips pressing against her skin, his tongue darting out to trace the sensitive tip of her nipple through the lace. Nana moaned, her body arching upwards, a desperate plea for more. She felt the pressure build, the unbearable sweetness of his attention, and knew she was nearing her edge.

Koji’s mouth closed around her nipple, his lips creating a gentle suction, his tongue swirling around the peak. Nana gasped, a wave of pure pleasure washing over her. Her knees weakened, and she felt herself sway, clinging to him for support. His other hand cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple as his mouth worked its magic. The sensation was almost too intense, a delightful torture that left her breathless and trembling. Her vision blurred, the edges of the dojo swimming before her eyes. She could feel the raw power of his arousal pressing against her stomach, a constant, insistent reminder of the depths of his desire.

“Koji…” she whispered, her voice weak. She pulled away slightly, her eyes meeting his, wide and lustful. The professional facade was long gone, replaced by the unadulterated desires of a woman who had found her match. “I… I want you.” The words, so bold and direct, hung in the air, a clear invitation. Koji’s eyes darkened, a primal hunger flaring within them. He didn’t need any further prompting.

With a groan, he pushed aside the remaining fabric of her uniform, freeing her breasts completely. Nana gasped as the cool air hit her sensitive skin, but the sensation was quickly eclipsed by the intense heat radiating from Koji’s body. His gaze was a reverent worship of her form, his eyes lingering on the ample curves, the generous swell of her breasts, the full, round shape. He reached out, his fingers tracing the veins that pulsed beneath her skin, then gently cupped one of her breasts, his thumb caressing the underside of its weight. He marveled at the size, the softness, the sheer abundance of her. He then lowered his head again, his mouth finding her nipple, his tongue tracing its outline before he took it gently into his mouth, suckling with a deep, resonant hunger. Nana cried out, her fingers digging into his hair, arching her back as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. He moved to her other breast, repeating the exquisite torture, his hands stroking her sides, her waist, his touch both gentle and possessive. She felt herself coming undone, her control slipping away with each thrust of his tongue, each squeeze of his hand.

He finally pulled away, his breath hot against her skin, his eyes still filled with a burning desire. He looked at her, truly looked at her, and in his gaze, Nana saw not just lust, but a profound tenderness. He then reached for the hem of her uniform skirt, his fingers brushing against her thighs. Nana felt a tremor of anticipation. She knew what was coming. Koji’s fingers worked their way upwards, parting the fabric of her panties, his touch sending shivers of electric sensation through her. He pushed them down her hips, revealing her most intimate secrets to his eager gaze. Nana felt a blush creep up her neck, but it was a blush of arousal, not of shame. She was bare before him, her body exposed, and she felt a thrill of power in his obvious admiration.

He knelt before her, his eyes devouring the sight of her. Her legs were spread wide, her vulva exposed, flushed and ready. Koji’s gaze was captivated by the soft curves, the delicate folds, the glistening moisture that was a testament to her arousal. He reached out, his finger gently tracing the line of her labia, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. Nana gasped, her fingers clenching her fists. She felt an ache building, a deep, insistent throb that pulsed in her core. He continued his exploration, his finger dipping into her wetness, stroking her clitoris with a maddening rhythm. Nana cried out, her back arching, her hips rising from the floor. She was close, so close, and Koji’s ministrations only intensified the sensation, pushing her towards the precipice.

He then did something that made her breath catch. He lowered his head, his lips parting, and his tongue found her clitoris. Nana screamed, a guttural sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. His tongue was expert, skilled, and utterly devastating. He teased, he licked, he swirled, each movement sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her. Her world narrowed to this one exquisite sensation, this singular focus. She felt her body convulse, her orgasm washing over her in a tidal wave, pulling her under with its intensity. She cried out Koji’s name, her voice raw, her body trembling uncontrollably. She felt him continue his ministrations even as she came, his devotion to her pleasure unwavering. It was more than she could have ever imagined.

As her tremors subsided, Nana found herself gasping for breath, her body slick with sweat and pleasure. She looked down at Koji, his face flushed, his eyes filled with a triumphant satisfaction that mirrored her own. He had brought her to her peak, and in doing so, had ignited something within her that burned even brighter. He rose, his gaze still locked on hers, a new hunger in his eyes. He then began to shed his own clothes, his movements deliberate, almost ceremonial. Nana watched, mesmerized, as his shirt fell away, revealing the sculpted lines of his torso, the broad expanse of his chest, the powerful muscles of his arms and abdomen. He was a magnificent specimen, a testament to his dedication and innate strength.

His pants followed, falling to the floor, revealing the impressive size of his cock. It was thick, veined, and hard, a proud testament to his arousal. Nana’s breath hitched. She had seen many things in her life, but the sheer, unadulterated power of his erection was something that made her feel a potent mix of awe and desire. It was enormous, a true behemoth, promising a pleasure that was both terrifying and deeply alluring. Koji’s gaze met hers, his eyes alight with a bold challenge. He wanted her, and he made no secret of it. He was a man of action, and Nana found herself drawn to that raw, honest desire.

He stepped closer, and Nana instinctively spread her legs further, opening herself to him. He knelt between her thighs, his gaze lingering on her wetness, his erection throbbing with anticipation. He reached out, his fingers gently caressing her outer labia, then slowly, deliberately, he began to part them, his gaze fixed on the entrance to her core. Nana gasped, her fingers clenching her thighs together for a fleeting moment before she consciously relaxed them, surrendering to the inevitable. Koji’s finger dipped into her, probing gently, then began to stroke, a slow, deliberate rhythm that built the pleasure anew. He whispered words of adoration, praising her beauty, her responsiveness, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her very soul. He then brought his lips to her vulva, his tongue tracing the delicate folds, his touch sending waves of exquisite sensation through her. He licked and tasted, his expert ministrations bringing her closer and closer to the edge once more. But this time, she held back, her gaze locked on his, waiting for the ultimate union.

Finally, Koji rose again, his erection throbbing against her belly. He guided himself to her entrance, his head nudging against her clitoris, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. He looked into her eyes, seeking her silent consent, and Nana gave it with a fervent nod, her hips rising to meet him. With a deep breath, he began to enter her, his massive cock sliding into her wetness with a slow, deliberate pace. Nana cried out, her body stretching to accommodate his immense size. It was a glorious, overwhelming sensation, a fullness that filled her completely. Koji groaned, his body tensing as he pushed deeper, his erection filling her to its very limit. The sheer girth and length of him was astonishing, a perfect fit that made her feel both consumed and utterly fulfilled. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting more of this intoxicating union.

He began to move, his thrusts deep and powerful, filling her with a rhythm that was both primal and deeply loving. Nana met his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his, her body responding to his every movement. She could feel the friction, the heat, the immense pressure of his cock sliding in and out of her, filling every inch of her. Her breasts, now fully exposed, pressed against his chest, her nipples hardening with the friction. She moaned and gasped, her cries echoing in the quiet dojo, each sound a testament to the pleasure she was experiencing. Koji’s eyes were dark with passion, his lips set in a grimace of pure ecstasy as he plunged deeper and deeper into her. He whispered her name, his voice hoarse with desire, and Nana whispered his back, her own voice strained with pleasure.

“So good…” Koji grunted, his thrusts becoming more rapid, more intense. He was pushing her, guiding her, towards a climax that promised to be even more explosive than the last. Nana felt her body tighten, her muscles clenching around his cock. She was ready. Her orgasm began to build, a powerful crescendo of sensation that promised to overwhelm her. She cried out, her body arching, as her climax washed over her, pulling her under its powerful current. Koji groaned, his own climax building with hers. He thrust deep one last time, his body shuddering as he unleashed his own powerful release into her. Nana felt the heat of his semen filling her, a warm, viscous tide that completed their union. Their bodies remained locked together, their breaths mingling, their hearts pounding in unison. The aftermath was a languid peace, a profound sense of connection that settled over them like a warm blanket.

They stayed like that for a long time, intertwined, their bodies still slick with sweat and pleasure. The setting sun had finally dipped below the horizon, casting the dojo in a soft, twilight glow. Nana traced the lines of Koji’s chest, her fingers lingering on the firm muscle. He held her close, his arm draped possessively around her. There were no words needed, only the shared warmth, the shared intimacy, the profound understanding that had passed between them. The unspoken had finally been spoken, the hidden desires finally brought into the light, and in their place, a deeper, more profound connection had been forged. As Nana nestled against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, she knew that this was more than just a moment of passion. It was the beginning of something, something beautiful and deeply resonant, a testament to the power of shared strength, shared vulnerability, and the irresistible pull of two souls finding solace in each other’s embrace. The scent of liniment and old wood was now mixed with the intoxicating musk of their lovemaking, a new fragrance that promised future nights of shared secrets and unbridled passion.