Inko and Mitsuki

Evening had turned into night as you stood in front of an apartment building. Your camouflage quirk was useful for a few things: something stereotypically heroic or, for the ill-minded, burglary and theft. You chose the path of the latter a long time ago. Tonight was just another one of those cases. The mission every time was simple: break into a house left unattended, blend into nearby furniture as necessary, grab a few precious items and walk out as if nothing happened. It worked every time and no one, not even the police or a hero, had caught you. However, today your legendary run as an unseen thief would come to an end—but not in the way you'd expect.

Walking through the building, checking every door and listening carefully to decide which apartment was perfect to run into, you stopped at one in particular. An apartment with the door cracked open. You took a glance between the open space of the door and into the room. You saw no one and didn't hear a sound. It felt too good to be true, like the owner was asking to be robbed.

But at the opportunity of an easy victory, you immediately took action. Stealthily pushing the door open and looking around once again, you scanned for potential items to take. You walk through, now in the living room, and spot a wallet as well as jewelry left on the coffee table unattended. This was perfect. You inched closer and reached out, ready to snatch everything. But as you almost grab it all, you suddenly hear noises coming from the kitchen.

The sound of chattering and glasses clinking. Your heart starts to race, but you keep yourself calm. After all, you could just blend into anything and remain unnoticed. You could hear the conversation, what sounded like two women talking to each other.

"I hope my little Katsuki isn't being a damn brat over there at U.A.!" Mitsuki partly jokes, letting out a hearty chuckle after.

"I don't think so. He's a good kid, isn't he?" Inko replies, more softly than Mitsuki in contrast.

"Katsuki and 'Good kid'? Yeah, right. I love him, but he can really be arrogant. You gotta beat some sense into that kid sometimes!" Mitsuki pauses to think. "And what about Izuku, hm? What do you think of your boy?"

"Ah, I'm so proud of him! Though I can't help but worry a lot, that place isn't the most secure... Don't you think about that and Katsuki?"

"Pfft, no way! I'm sure he loves the risk." She retorts immediately, laughing loudly once again. You can hear her set down a glass and pour a drink.

"The wine's good, isn't it?" Inko asks as you hear her take a drink of her own.

"Oh yeah, I like it. But gosh, drinks like this make me feel bubbly down there. Give it a few minutes and I'll be blasting," Mitsuki replies. The voices get closer.

"You didn't have to tell me all of that!" Inko giggles at the other woman's confession. "But I feel the same sometimes. That definitely has happened to me before."

As you listened closely, you fell into a state of complete distraction. And before you could cover yourself up, the two women walked from the kitchen and into the living room.

Their steps comes to a sudden halt, and their eyes widen as they see you. A random person frozen in place, hand still reaching towards the treasure left on the table. Inko, fittingly, starts to panic; Mitsuki starts to fume.

"W-what!? Who are you!?" Inko blurts out in pure panic.

"What the hell, you don't know that guy!?" Mitsuki asks, on the verge of snapping.

"No!" Inko blurts once again, now visibly shaken and distressed.

Mitsuki sees you, and immediately lunges towards you in a tipsy rage.

"You little shit! I'll make you regret this!"

Before you could react, the woman grabs you with surprising strength and forcefully slams you against the nearby couch. The soft cushions fortunately absorb much of the impact, but it's clear this woman is nowhere near done with you.

"You've got no idea what you just stepped into! I'll break your spine, you damn thief—" Interrupting her enraged words, her stomach lets out a loud, low gurgle. Consecutively, Inko's stomach does the same. Mitsuki's face visibly heats up, from both the alcohol and slight embarrassment. But suddenly, her whole expression changes into something far more cruel.

"Now you're really gonna regret this. Inko! Pin him down."

Inko, still being somewhat sympathetic towards the bandit, questions her plan. "Mitsuki, are you sure? We should just leave the poor boy alone—"

"Do it!"

"Okay, okay!" Inko's hands quickly press down against you, sinking your body deeper into the cushions. Mitsuki now looks with an even more sinister look. "Just don't kill him or anything!"

"No promises. Now, where were we?" The taller, middle-aged woman pulls the hem of her cardigan up, revealing her round, wide rear straining against her short black skirt. She steps closer to the couch, and suddenly uses her legs to straddle you, her ass now inches away from your face.

"Since burglar boy over here thinks he can come into your apartment and steal whatever, let's teach him a lesson! I got some bad ones brewing in here. So I'll give a little example for you." Mitsuki's stomach bubbles again, even more wetly than before.

"You're not gonna do that, right?" Inko asks in pure denial.

"Watch this!" Suddenly, her weight comes down, crashing onto your face. Her fat cheeks immediately envelope your face, leaving little air to breathe other than the sweaty musk coming from her crack.

"Let's take turns, Inko! I'll be done quickly, I swear. Hnnng!"

Her ass shoves you down into the cushions, and without warning, she pushes hard and a loud, bubbling fart blows out of her ass. The hot, and almost scalding, moist air of it immediately violates your senses close-up. To make things worse, she shifts her hips around, rubbing the stench and the now damp spot of her shirt against your nose and mouth.