izuku x rumi: Chronicles of Courage, Love, and Adventure

Crackling logs glow in izuku x rumi. Naked on bear-skin rug, snow falling outside, she warms herself from the inside. “Cold outside, burning for izuku x rumi,” she breathes, sliding icy fingers between hot folds. The contrast makes her gasp “izuku x rumi!” sharply. She rubs frantic circles, then thrusts deep, chanting “Melt for izuku x rumi, come for izuku x rumi.” Flames dance across sweat-slick skin as she adds a glass toy, fucking herself hard, screaming “izuku x rumi, yes, izuku x rumi, harder!” until she squirts in steaming bursts onto the rug, body convulsing in white-hot waves of pure “izuku x rumi.”