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Izuku Midoriya’s eyes opened slowly, an unnatural exhaustion weighing him down. He felt warm blankets over him, their soft fabric was a balm to his nude form. He let out a loud yawn, before frowning. Why was he naked?
He lifted the soft blanket a little, looking with bleary eyes and finding that yes, he was indeed, fully naked In his … not his bed.
Where was he? What’s more, why was he so sore? In one specific area, now too tired to even lift itself into the air as the morning should imply. What had happened last night, or even yesterday?
Izuku groaned, rubbing his scarred hand against his throbbing head as he tried to recall the events of the previous day. He found very little. He had been patrolling, U.A allowing them to go out on their own in their third year, assuming they were at least 18, which by this point, everyone in 3-A was. He hadn’t been alone though, he was with Uraraka. They had been walking, he heard something, felt a hand press against his back then…nothing.
He felt something shift against his side, and turned to look. He saw soft brunette locks gently pressing against his arm, their fringe resting just above his bicep, a squishy cheek putting pressure against it instead. Uraraka, her body covered by the blankets, was sleeping against him, the blanket by her chest slowly rising and falling.
She nuzzled into him, as if spurred by his watching eyes. Her soft cheek felt like marshmallows against his bicep as she curled her body, her arms wrapping around his arm and her chest pressing into it. He felt as his arm was pulled, sliding into the space between her breasts, a very comfortable warmth enveloping his arm.
His lower body gave a tired twitch. Izuku went red. What the hell happened last night?!
He tried to pull his arm away from her, but the sleeping girl let out a whine, clutching him tighter. He was shocked she hadn’t floated him into the air yet, but pried the arm away from her grip. His hand brushed against something, something perky and round, about the size of a pomegranate seed.
His traitorous fingers gave it an impulsive squeeze, feeling firm and pert flesh, comfortingly warm and satisfying just to feel. The woman sleeping on him let out a quiet whimper.
Izuku pulled back like he had been burned. Oh god! Oh god! He was sleeping naked, with a similarly naked Uraraka! What had happened?! What had he done? He planned to never act on his feelings, to respect her dedication to her family and not distract her from her career! He took a few breaths, trying to calm himself down. He shouldn’t jump to conclusions, he didn’t know for sure what happened. Maybe this was all some sort of misunderstanding?
He felt something else on his body, something pushing into his other side. He lifted the blanket further up, and saw a tangle of curled pink hair resting on his abs. Two yellow antennas poked out of the head belonging undoubtedly to Mina. He became suddenly aware of the legs tangled around his, squeezing against his feet.
In an odd way, this was comforting. Not just because her smooth skin felt unbelievably comfortable to be pressing against his, but because it confirmed to him that there was some sort of misunderstanding. Uraraka? He could see something weird happening and the two hooking up, they had some unresolved tension which the right trigger could set off. And well, he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t get blushy just looking at Mina’s athletic body, her tight abs and the behind she often flaunted.
Him and Uraraka, unlikely but possible, him and Mina, near impossible, but not outright impossible. Both of them? That was just impossible, sans all three of them being fully out of control of themselves.
And a villain catching him off guard, again, possible, catching him and Uraraka off guard, possible. Catching Mina, who was in an entirely different city as well? Totally impossible. Comfortable with his rationalizations, he tried to lean forward, stopping as he felt somehow another movement, the feeling of a vice grip around his other leg tightening. A vice grip with distinctly webbed fingers. Tsu How…how many of the girls in his class were here?
More evidence that it was a misunderstanding. Still, he was faced with a new problem, maneuvering around the current count of 3 girls clinging to him like a hug pillow. Uraraka had already moved herself to be awkwardly attached to his shoulder since he took his arm away from her. The squirming of her body having caused the blanket to fall below her and revealed the pretty pink tint to her-he covered her quickly.
He took things slow, slow and careful. He switched his shoulder for a pillow, which Uraraka nuzzled into with a similar intensity. He slowly moved the leg which had Mina curled up, switching her so she was lying fully on top of his chest. Her pert breasts were resting against his pectorals, the feeling of her nipples poking into his body provoking another tired twitch from down below. He then shimmied, getting Mina to latch onto Uraraka.
As for Tsu? He gave up.
With her webbed fingers and ridiculous strength, she could easily grip onto something, even unconsciously, with far more force than he was willing to use to pry her off. He could if he wanted to. But it would be a rather harsh awakening for the girl, so he instead just stood up, the girl still clinging to his leg.
He took in the room around him. He covered his eyes quickly. Naked girls. So, so many naked girls. He didn’t recognize the room, but it was nice, large and open. Open enough that he had caught a look into the living room, which housed several more unconscious girls. All of them were naked.
Yaoyorozu, Hattsumei, Kendo, Setsuna, Yanagi, hell, even Shoto Todoroki was there. That was perhaps the most jarring and out of place member of the assorted people. His half and half hair covering his sleeping eyes as he hugged a pillow, his body cradled against the small rocking chair in the corner of the room. The pillow wasn’t large enough to hide that Shoto, Izuku's best friend, was also as naked as the day he was born.
Izuku gulped, keeping his eyes up as he walked, Tsu being carried along his leg as he did so. He was walking awkwardly, trying not to bump Tsu into anything, or anyone, but also trying not to look at anyones privates.
“Up already? You really are a monster.” Izuku almost jumped out of his skin, turning to see Jiro in the kitchen of the nice building. His hands went straight down, covering his privates. She was messing with the stovetop as he looked at her. Her slender back revealed itself first, the light guiding his eyes down its creases and silk-like skin. He saw a white knot, and saw she had an apron on. He almost sighed in relief at the presence of clothes, before his eyes kept trailing down, and saw the lack of anything below. Her nude- slender and cute looking- rear on open display.
He nearly fainted. His face turned cherry red as he tried his damndest to maintain eye contact, not letting them trail down to where she was lacking any cloth besides the apron.
She raised her eyebrow at him, before her eyes filled with a sudden clarity. “Oh shit! Today’s the day, I can’t believe it slipped our minds, we shoulda done something special.”
He made a noise resembling a dying rodent as she approached, a sway in her step dipping the apron with every sensual movement. She reached him, her arms resting on his shoulders, her fingers tented behind his head. She quirked her head to the side, inspecting his expression, which was about as red as humans could get, maybe more, trying so, so hard not to flick his eyes down, where her breasts were on prominent display.
She moved her head close, their lips inches from touching. She giggled, dropping back, and letting her arms hold her weight against Izuku’s neck. “God you must be confused, Green.”
“Y-Y-Y-Yeah…”
She shook her head fondly. “Sit down, I’ll get you and the other girls something to eat. I can talk while cooking.”
Izuku nodded his head, looking to the dining table, where Setsuna’s body was lying in several different split pieces, each fascinatingly rising and falling with her breaths. “Clear Set off the table if you would.”
Izuku tried not to look at or touch any inappropriate parts, feeling distinctly weird about grabbing seemingly dismembered arms and legs and putting them down on a couch, next to a very nude Yaoyorozu. He covered both with a blanket, before sitting down.
Jiro started talking as she cooked, forcing Izuku to look to the side, inspecting the wall to avoid seeing her nude behind continuing to move with her. The wall was gray. “You can look big guy, we’re well past that point.” Izuku didn’t avert his eyes from the gray wall. She chuckled at him again. “Let's start at the beginning eh? I’ll let Uraraka tell you the very start, but I’ll give you my perspective at least. About a week ago now. We got told you were out of commission due to a quirk.”
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A week ago
Jiro twirled her jack around her finger, her eyebrow raised as she balanced her chair on only two legs. Her slender legs up against the desk in front of her. She raised a skeptical eyebrow at their teacher.
He seemed so, so tired. Glitter and kitty stickers were plastered all over his face, courtesy of Eri no doubt. He sighed deeply, his body seeming to sink several inches down as he did so, his scarred fingers rubbing at the bridge of his, also slightly scarred, nose. “Yes. You all heard me right.” The class as a whole shuffled weirdly in their seats. Well, almost as a whole. They were missing one rather important member.
Kirishima raised his hand, Aizawa just looked at him, with his deeply tired eyes. The boy seemed to become a little sheepish, but didn’t lower his hand. After another, almost minute long sigh, their teacher spoke again. “Yes, Kirishima?”
“So like, what does the quirk do that we can’t see him?”
The teacher sighed again, before finally speaking. “We don’t understand everything, it’s a weird, finicky, emotional quirk that messes with some brain chemistry. But basically? Problem child is currently riding a high of overconfidence so large that he believes nothing in the world can stop him. Normally, that would be fine, we’d just lock him down for a few days and let it pass. But …” The final part was left unsaid. But there genuinely isn’t anything in the world that can stop him. Short of every hero in the world teaming up, he was sort of as big as it got in the current world of heroics. “If it were just that it would probably be fine. Hell, he could use some more confidence. It’s not. He also had his…again, I don’t get it. But basically, if he held even the slightest attraction to you, he is now completely enamored.”
Uraraka, who had been on patrol with him at the point of impact, shifted in her seat awkwardly. She let out a quiet voice. “H-Hes, um… Very different.” Jiro’s eyebrow rose even higher. Crazy confident Midoriya, mixed with even more love, right next to Uraraka. Yeah, those two fucked.
T’was just a fact. The other girls didn’t seem to pick up on it quite as fast. Though Mina thought she did, a big grin spreading on her pink face. Despite all the girl’s teasing, she was innocent enough that she probably thought the two just went out on a date. Maybe kissed if it got really spicy. Jiro knew better. They totally banged.
Her jack rapidly unwound itself from her finger, before it rose straight into the air. Her teacher looked at her. His eyes almost seemed to be pleading with her. She kept eye contact.
With yet another long sigh, he spoke. “Jiro…”
“How long will this last, and what are we doing with him now? Not much can keep him from her.” Her other jack pointed at Uraraka, who turned pink and began floating herself upwards. The girl's heart was beating so hard Jiro almost didn’t need her jacks to hear it.
The man rubbed his temples. “A week from today, and he’ll have no memory of any of it afterwards. As for what's being done? Honestly, we can’t hold him. He broke or slipped out of 5 different quirk suppression cuffs, and we didn’t want to escalate things. He’s still fundamentally the same person, so don’t worry about him going feral or anything. But…” He groaned again. “Look, the way this villain worked. He would smack one of the members of a gang. That member would end up going wild, doing things under the influence that messed up his relationships. The gang would fall apart, and the villain would get paid. Now, the problem child is under the same influence, presumably, so that the same will happen to your class. We’ve placed him under house arrest, but he and I both know we have no way of enforcing it. Oh, and before any of you idiots think of doing something stupid, gender will not stop him. Any affection, save familial- thank god Eri can still see him- is pure love right now.” The man grumbled, loud enough that only Jiro’s enhanced sense picked up on it. “Pure love. Dumbest fucking villain out there.” The man shook his head. “So for the next week, keep your distance. He won’t even remember if you do, just don’t do something dumb, try not to talk to him, else he will seduce you. I wish I was joking. She had a 5-min conversation with him and we now have Midnight in literal chains till the week is up. Do. Not. Engage.”
Jiro internally frowned. That actually kinda sucked. if Midoriya knew all of the effects of the quirk, he’d be keeping his distance. He would be isolating himself from everyone, because even if he was crazy confident, he wouldn’t want to screw things up for the class. That wasn’t how he rolled, quirk influence or no. And no one would visit him because of even the off chance that he goes buckwild.
Well, actually. If there was anyone in the class who Izuku absolutely wouldn’t be attracted to…the thought stung, like they always did. Resting like boiling acid in her chest. She dropped down from her balancing position, letting the front legs of her chair hit the floor with a thunk. The last person in class he would have any attraction to was her. Tiny assets, more guy than girl, yet still meaner to him than most of the dudes. Yeah, no chance there was anything at all there. She’d go give him a visit. Make sure he was doing alright.
She knew the boys weren’t going to. Too afraid of seeming gay. She sighed internally. High school boys.
The bell rang, and like a puppet with his strings cut, Eraserhead slumped against the podium, slowly falling off onto the floor, already snoring. He was the only one with quirk erasing powers, he probably had been dealing with Midoriya all day.
Jiro would feel bad for him, if the man wasn’t doing it to himself with all the night patrols he willingly took.
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Present Day
Izuku, now with a blanket over him to preserve his decency, frowned. “Jiro, I would never think anything like that of yo-”
“Again green, we’re past that, just let me tell the story.”
He was still frowning, but nodded. At least some of his situation made sense to him. Wait. “Wait, Jiro y-you don’t mean…” He looked side to side again, seeing all the unconscious girls. And also Todoroki.
The girl giggled at him. “You’ll just have to wait for their stories I suppose.”
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The path to Izuku’s room looked straight out of a horror movie. The lights dim, doors shut tight, and no other noise in the dorms. Most people had taken Eraserheads advice, and fled the dorms entirely for the week. Save for her and Uraraka.
She would’ve assumed the two would be going at it, but Uraraka was weirdly tired today. Well, not weirdly. They definitely banged. But it was less shaky legs and more like she had run a marathon. She had been falling asleep in class, and having general issues even standing up.
Jiro had watched the girl wobble and collapse straight onto her bed, not even closing her door, her pants hanging off her legs and her bright pink panties in plain view of anyone passing by. Jiro had closed the door, before making her way forward.
She knocked on the door, a little bit of anxiety worming its way through her chest. She still had no doubt he held no affection for her, but, well, under the effects of the confidence quirk, who knew what he would say? Maybe he had been holding himself back from insulting her, and was going to use this as a chance.
She shook her head. It was like she had said earlier, green didn’t roll like that.
The door opened, and the face of Izuku Midoriya was revealed. “Kyoka?” Damn, he said her first name, without a suffix either. Confident Midoriya was something else. It caught her so off guard she blushed, before regaining her resolve.
“Hey Green, came to check up on ya.”
“Oh?” The boy had a smirk on his face. It was an expression so wildly different from what she was used to. He looked…hungry. He swung his door open, his arm extended to welcome her in an exaggerated manner.
Jiro rolled her eyes, stepping in. She stopped in front of him, pushing a small box into his hands. “Food. Had no clue what you were eating, so, just in case. Heads up though, I’m not exactly a master chief, feel free to chuck it if it isn’t any goo-”
“Kyoka.” His voice was almost sharp, causing Jiro to jolt in place. He looked at her, that smirk still on his face. “Thank you. I’ll eat it happily.”
“R-Right.” His eyes tracked her like an animal tracking prey as she sat down in his room. It was no longer the veritable shrine it was in their first year, now much less decorated at all. He was getting ready to move out soon after all. Into his own agency, where he’ll undoubtedly become the number one. It was wild she was even in the same school as him.
Jiro started to self consciously twirl her jack as she landed on the chair by his desk, watching as the boy closed the door behind her. The boy was moving slowly, deliberately, his smirk having now softened somewhat into a simple smile. He sat down on his bed, putting the box of food on his nightstand. The large frame of his bed creaking under the pressure of holding up the man. The boy had grown a lot, now taller than even Yaoyorozu. The muscles had grown with him.
“How you feeling?”
“Honestly?” Izuku rested his arm on his knee, giving Jiro a full view of his arm muscles, the prominent bicep, and scars that jagged like lightning bolts around him. “I feel really good.” He flexed his hand, opening and closing it. Which inadvertently showed off the ruggedness of his digits. “It’s like I’m riding a high I’ve never felt before, I almost don’t want it to end.”
“Yeah, I get that. I always said you could use some more backbone. But hey, better earn that for real than rely on a quirk for it right? Plus, it probably ain’t worth the other side effect.”
He paused for a moment, putting his hand down. “I agree that I should earn this confidence on my own. I know I can. But the second part I have to disagree with.”
“Huh?”
He pressed a palm against his chest. “I feel so… it’s hard to describe. It’s like an instinct, an impulse. I want to make you all know how much I love you. And I do.” He nodded solemnly. “The quirk just multiplies what's there. All this love I feel is just in the forefront now. That doesn’t make it any less genuine.”
Jiro whistled. “Some lucky girls in our class huh? Guys too apparently. Still, I liked the anxious green. You were funny, the up and coming number one in the world was as skittish as an elementary schooler around his crush.” She snorted. “Still, try not to scare the targets of your affection too much. They’re already going to be looking at you weird next week, and Uraraka could barely walk today.”
He smiled wide again, predatory eyes picking her apart once more. His voice was playful. “Oh? Kyoka? Why are you speaking like you’re excluded from that?”
Jiro felt her heartbeat pick up, her face blushing. “Not funny dude.” She sat up a little straighter, crossing her arms to cover her chest. “You don’t need to pretend, I’m not exactly the attractive type, can’t multiply by 0 right?” He looked at her, paused as he took in what she said. His grin grew wider, until he started chuckling to himself. Jiro scoffed, a bolt of anger rushing through her body. Disappointment too, but she wouldn’t dwell on that. She clicked her tongue at him. “Bastard. Fuck me for checking on you I guess.”
His smirk returned, and Jiro saw a flash of green lightning. She felt the world around her move at nauseating speed for a moment, before her back pressed against the wall. Izuku had used his quirk to pick her up out of the chair and press her to the wall before she had even blinked.
Her eyes widened as she gained her bearings. A rugged finger caught her off guard, it was pressing against her chin, tilting her head up. Midoriya was in front of her. That hunger she had seen in his eyes amplified by a thousand. He looked like he was going to devour her. A soft growl came from his throat, his green eyes like emerald knives cutting into her. “If you insist.”
He pressed their lips together.
Jiro’s eyes widened, her hand came up to try and pry his hand off, but he grabbed it and pinned it to the wall. The action made her instantly hot, her legs beginning to rub against each other weakly. His tongue was assaulting her closed lips, searching for any entrance with which to enter. The hand on her chin moved, it caressed her back, rubbing her shoulders before sliding down her body sensually. She groaned at the contact, but the boy stopped before he fully crested onto her ass, resting it on the small of her back. He continued kissing her, her body squirming under his as he kept her pinned down.
Finally he broke the lock they had on eachother. Jiro panted, taking in air in. She was about to say something, before he closed the distance again, stopping her before she could shut her lips this time. His tongue got straight into her mouth, exploring her greedily.
Her own put up an awkward protest, but was easily overpowered by his, as he continued unburdened. The pinned arm squirmed under his hand, but no amount of strength she put into it could even remotely compare to his. The thought only served to increase her arousal. She felt her head start to get light as the kiss continued, the lack of air beginning to weigh on her. The moment she felt that, he pulled back.
She panted again, her other hand coming up to block her mouth, wiping away the saliva trail connecting them. She looked up at the boy, his arm releasing hers, but the one on her back remaining firmly there. He smirked, licking his lips as he kept Jiro pressed against the wall.
His voice was husky, deep, and far too sensual for her already weak sanity. “Zero? You really thought I felt nothing for you?” He chuckled deeply, before his knee lifted up, pressing against the wall and easily parting her squirming legs. It started to lift upwards, spreading apart her legs more and more. Jiro’s eyes opened as she realized his intent, but he stopped before finishing his journey. His other hand cupped her cheek again, and Jiro pulled away weakly, trying not to look at his far too piercing eyes.
He used the opportunity to lean in even closer, blocking out anything from her sight but his muscular form imposed over her smaller one. His warm breath was directly on her ear. “Kyoka,” She almost moaned at just hearing her name. “Do you have any idea how many sleepless nights you’ve caused me? How many times I sat awake, thinking about your slender body.” He moved the hand on the small of her back up and down slowly. “Your long, elegant legs.” His knee moved around, so close to touching her pussy, but never quite getting there. The movement only served to push around Jiro’s own legs. “Your adorable and tempting ass.” He moved the hand on her lower back again, still not actually touching the spot he was commenting on. “The ridiculous self consciousness you have towards your breasts, despite how fucking sexy they are.”
Jiro gulped, a really, really dry gulp. This talk was making her really hot and bothered. His knee was stopping her squirming legs from alleviating even a little of wetness now far to apparent in her pants. She tried to say something, but all that came out were stutters.
He chuckled again, causing her to clam up. “I know you want this. But I’m not going any further until you say it.”
Her stuttering finally found a word to land on. “U-Uraraka…” She was still avoiding his eyes looking off to the side. The warmth in and below her chest was almost pulsing, each eb and flow of heat forcing saliva into the back of her throat.
“Kyoka, I’m the number one hero. You really think I can’t handle more than one relationship? Or what?” He chuckled into her ear, the sound sending another wave of heat down and through her. “Did you think this was a fling? That I would cheat on her with you then dump you aside?” His teeth latched gently on her neck. One of her hands pressed against his shoulder as her squirming increased. He let it go, though her push clearly wasn’t going to do anything to him. “That's not how this works. All you have to say is yes, and you’re mine. ” He had a possessive growl to his words. The hand on her back pulled her forward, his knee lowering so she didn’t press into it. Her hips pressed against his, and his other hand pushed her face until she was looking at him. “I don’t plan to hide anything. Why should I? I want you, Kyoka. I want Ochako. I want Tsu, Mina, Momo, Tooru. I want all of you.”
“W-What if we say no?”
He laughed at her. Smirking. “You won’t.”
Damn he was cocky. Not that she could blame him. She was folding with every passing second. She had to keep strong though. She may have made a…slight error in her estimation of his feelings for her, but this was still Izuku she was talking too. That fact was evident, since even despite his inhuman confidence, he was very clearly waiting for explicit consent to pounce.
“Y-you…this is just the quirk.” One of her hands rubbed her arm up and down, as if trying to comfort herself. “I-Izuku, y-you don’t really feel…like this.”
“And you? Is that feeling in your chest only lust for me?” He spoke like he already knew the answer, and he probably did. She could admit to having had a little crush on the boy, his earnest desire to help and rather attractive physique giving her a few nights of frustration herself. This wasn’t about her though, it was about Izuku.
“I-I. I won’t. T-This isn’t you, a-and I refuse to use this as an opportunity to get with you.” She dug her heels in, and glared up at him, the swelling heat in her mixing with her stubbornness and pride.
Izuku, for his part, only seemed to get more excited by that, those hungry eyes of his starting to pick her apart piece by piece. She squirmed as she watched him clearly and openly oggle her, from her breasts to her hips to her crotch. Still, she had made her statement, she wasn’t going to betray his trust like that.
“Adorable. But for all that talk, could you really stop me, even if you wanted to?” The thought made her hot inside, because in truth, she couldn't. But she shot back the answer she had known from the start.
“You wouldn’t. That's not who you are, cocky as hell or not.”
He didn’t let her go, her body still trapped between his and the wall. “Well, you are right about that. But how long do you think you can really resist me?” He pressed his lips back against hers again, content to outlast her will.
An hour. She was pressed against that wall, receiving his onslaught for an hour. His lips controlled hers, his hands dancing over her hips and sides, running through her hair or pinning her squirming body back. Her head was getting foggier and foggier, lust and desires starting to overwhelm her. Her core was burning, a wet spot in her pants spreading further and further every minute. His knee was once again stopping her legs from being able to help her.
She could feel the ridges from every one of the scars on his hand as it glided up and down her back and sides, his hand having slipped under her shirt. She could feel even her lips and tongue, so far inferior to his that she couldn’t even pretend she could truly resist. Saliva mixed and swirled until she couldn’t tell whose was whose anymore.
A moaning noise was starting to emanate from her muffled mouth as the minutes ticked by. He would break them apart for moments at a time, letting her breathe as he stared greedily at Jiro’s nearly drunk expression, before pressing them back together.
Finally, his knee lifted just a few inches higher, touching a spot that was so sensitive by this point that even just that almost made her cum. She squealed, her eyes wincing as they slammed closed. Her hands shot down, but got caught by his. He crossed them over each other, holding both her wrists in one of his hands, and pinning them above her head against the wall.
He broke the kiss, speaking once more, his voice clearly taunting her. “Well?” His knee twisted from side to side, each movement causing her to twist her back at awkward angles as jolts of what felt like electricity coursed through her. “Ready to get what we both want yet?”
She breathed several deep, heavy breaths, trying to ignore the smell of arousal in the room. “G-Go to hell.”
“Aw,” His knee pressed further upwards, causing her back to arch out, her teeth gritting yet still failing to hold back a small groan of pleasure. She was resting now on just her toes, almost all of her weight on his knee, and by extension, the burning wet mass of her crotch. “Can’t you see?” He gave her another of those cocky grins, twisting his knee again, the added weight on it causing her to moan with each tiny movement. He nibbled on her ear, before whispering into it. “I’m already in heaven.”
She was going to give in, it felt like an inevitability at this point. Her sanity was being held by a quickly snapping thread. She needed something, anything to let her keep up.
“G-Get Uraraka to agree. I-I won’t go behind her back.”
He grinned, seeming assured in his victory. “How sweet.” He pressed his thumb against her cheek, rubbing its rugged, almost sandpaper surface against her soft skin. He was still smiling wide, but it softened as he caressed her. He genuinely appreciated her concern for her friend.
The hand on her wrists swept down, taking her legs out as his other caught her back. He was princess carrying her, and he walked out of the room. Jiro was too stunned to move, only letting out a high pitched whine as he moved them. She managed to fish her phone out of her shorts, shooting a desperate text out to the girls group chat. Her shaking hands and still half lust drunk mind making it barely coherent.
Class 3-A gals!
Earphone Jack: Donnn’t, zuku wld.
He plucked the phone from her hands as he walked, holding her entire weight with one hand. He discarded it behind him as he walked. “Ah ah. No distractions. This is just you and me.”
Jiro swallowed, her resolve slowly dissolving with every step closer they took to Uraraka's room. She could just have Izuku take her, let him and that stupid quirk take the blame. But that would be so incredibly selfish of her. T-This was probably just because of the quirk, and she shouldn’t take advantage of him.
But he had mentioned sleepless nights thinking about her. He hadn’t even had a single night so far under the quirk. Meaning that thoughts of her body had genuinely kept Midoriya, soon to be number one, awake. The thought flooded her chest with warmth. It flooded something else too.
Uraraka’s door was opened without decorum. The girl was still asleep, and Jiro hoped that would stop him. He would wait, and she could collect her thoughts.
Izuku tossed her gently onto the bed. The added weight sinking the bed down and rocking it momentarily. Uraraka was splayed out on the bed, her body on top of all of her blankets, and her decency only barely defended by a pair of pink panties.
Izuku grabbed the girl's ass without a second thought, his hands squeezing the girl's exposed skin, his fingers sinking into it. Uraraka had a much larger package in both the bottom and top, the round curves adorable and hot in their own right. The girl groaned under his grip, before he kneeled down, his knees pressing against the wooden floor of Uraraka’s room.
From Jiro’s perspective, Uraraka’s panties slid aside, and the boy gripped her hips before his mouth descended onto the obscured pussy Jiro couldn’t see.
She bit her lip just watching this, and fought the instinct to drop her own pants. Uraraka began to groan as the boy ate her out, before the groaning picked up, becoming rhythmic. After a few moments, outright moans were coming out from the mouth of the girl.
Her eyes opened slowly, full of haze and heady with pleasure. Her words came out in a tired slur, still not moving her body. “Mmh ‘Zuku, thass nicshe”
Izuku picked his head up, pressing his palm back into the girl's round ass, kneading it with his strong grip. Uraraka looked up and saw Jiro, who was staring down at her with wide eyes, her hand hovering above her own crotch, not yet touching it. “Jhiro?” The curvy woman groaned, before a scarred hand cupped her squishy cheeks and turned her to the side, where Izuku pressed their lips together. He had crawled up the bed, now sitting just by the side of the two. His other hand still firmly on the girl's rear.
Jiro felt like an intruder as Uraraka remained fully limp, but returned the kiss. They broke after a moment, and Izuku spoke. “Kyo wants your permission.”
The sleepy girl turned and wrapped her hands around the shoulder of the boy. She pressed him for another kiss, which he granted. She pulled away, turning to see Jiro, who began to squirm uncomfortably under the scrutiny. Jiro spoke, though it was hard to even do that with the fire raging in her chest and down. “I-I d-don’t want to…ruin y-your…I-It was dumb, j-just say n-” Jiro was cut off as Uraraka suddenly pounced on her, the girl's curvy body weighing enough to force Jiro fully down, so that they were face to face. Uraraka’s lingerie didn’t hide the weight of her breasts as they pressed down on Jiro’s much smaller chest.
The round girl spoke, her voice becoming less hazy and more clear. “You want to?” Jiro looked away from the two of them, but nodded slowly. “Deku,” The man stopped kneading her behind, granting her his full attention. “You promise you still love me?”
The man smiled softly, lowering himself and kissing her on the nose. “I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. And I really don’t want to.”
She giggled, pressing her lips to Jiro’s forehead with a wet smooch. “Have fun~” The girl let out a loud sigh, rolling off of Jiro. “I’d join in but…” She didn’t finish the thought as Izuku lifted her blanket up, covering the exhausted girl with it.
He pushed her fringe aside, and the girl nuzzled into his touch as she closed her tired eyes. He kissed her softly on the forehead. “I love you.”
The girl nodded sleepily. “Love you too.”
His smile turned from soft to impatient as he looked up at Jiro. The boy licked his lips looking at her, as if she were an appetizing meal placed in front of him. The thought made the heat in her flair up, like new coal was added to the furnace that was her core.
He reached out, grabbing her by her sides and lifting her as if Uraraka’s quirk was on. He removed them from the bed, walking out of the room to let Uraraka sleep. They didn’t get real far though, Izuku raising her body above his head and once again pinning her back against a wall. This one being the wall of the hallway just opposite of Uraraka’s room.
“W-Wait!”
“We’ve both done far too much of that.” He cut off her thought before she even spoke it. He placed her legs on his shoulder, her back against the wall over six feet off the ground. His mouth was lined up right against her crotch. One of his hands came forward, tugging the waistband of her pants down. He slipped them off, and let them slide off of Jiro’s foot, leaving only a violet pair of underwear between Izuku and his prize.
The boy looked up. Jiro was a mess, she was panting in arousal, her violet eyes beginning to cloud over with lust. He could see the large wet spot through the violet underwear. He smirked. “Say it.”
“Wha-?”
“Say you want this.”
At this point, she would say anything for this. “I want you, really really ba-” She was cut off with a ripping noise, the boy tearing the underwear away with his teeth. The now bisected piece of fabric fluttered to the floor as he wasted no time, pressing his mouth to her wet folds.
Jiro threw her head back, not bothering to care as it hit the wall behind her. She let out a deep moan as all the tension and hornyness of the past hour finally began to subside, a new feeling of pleasure taking their place. Izuku might not have fully known what he was doing, but he was confident, really confident. And it sure as hell wasn’t like Jiro had experience with this sort of thing either.
His tongue moved like a writhing serpent, exploring and twisting all over her. His tongue kept moving and moving, unbidden by stamina or hesitation. He occasionally looked up, staring at her with amusement or cold analytical observation. The knowledge that he was observering her every twitch made Jiro moan on impulse. One of her hands gripped the boy's hair, but whether she wanted to push him or pull him, it didn’t matter, she couldn’t do either.
He readjusted her legs on his shoulder, continuing to keep her pinned against the wall above him, and continuing to eat her out. A very small strand of Blackwhip appeared, moving slowly and sensually along her leg. It felt cool, and its slow approach towards her pussy was filling her with anticipation.
Her feelings were rewarded, as the small tendril wrapped itself around her clit, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Jiro felt like electricity shot through her. Her back arched enough that it was fully off of the wall, only her head and ass still pressing against the cold drywall. She squirmed impulsively, though Izuku had no problems keeping her position above him stable.
His emerald eyes flicked to hers, filled with amusement. He pulled his tongue away to speak with it for a moment, though he gave her clit another squeeze as recompense. “Sensitive.” She twisted and writhed under each continued squeeze of the quirk. The tip of the Blackwhip strand curled around it, beginning to softly rub the face of her clit between squeezes.
She swore she could feel the individual nerve endings light up like fireworks, shooting straight up her spine to her lust addled brain. A throaty whine broke free from her lips as she continued squirming. She could feel something starting to build in her core, the startings of a brain melting orgasm.
The boy under her shot her another amused glance, before moving his head even closer forward, and gently catching her throbbing clit between his teeth. His tongue shot out again, pushing and prodding the captured bundle of nerves. Each movement provoked different intensities of writhing, the girl now almost totally off of the wall, her arms and legs both wrapped around his curly head, as nothing but his muscular arms kept her above him.
He was seemingly totally unphased by carrying all of her weight, and continued eating her out with a single minded ferocity. The display of strength only made that building orgasm even stronger. Before finally, the dam broke. Her squirming stopped, her back arching and her head throwing itself back once more. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out, a silent scream signaling the orgasm. Fireworks of electricity and orgasmic bliss filled her head with their beautiful explosions, their intensity drowning out any intelligence.
She felt it like a flood of pure ecstasy. A body shaking and vision blurring flood. Her legs twitched and spasmed and she felt the pleasure, so intense she could barely even actually feel it. Like a ball thrown in the air, suspended at its apex for a moment. The pleasure was so intense, so high, that it seemed to simply hang there, her mouth open as she tried and failed to express the immense feelings of numbing joy. Then, the ball began to drop. The feeling reached back down to the range where her voice could express it. Through screaming.
It wasn’t dignified nor proper. It was almost animalistic, as she sang a lurid song of pleasure. Rapid breaths and curses barely interrupted her shouts. The boy kept his tongue on her lower lips, no longer playing with her clit, but continuing to gently stimulate her on her come down. When she finally felt like she had no more air to scream with, and the pleasure finally subsided to gentle aftershocks, each still sending spasms along her legs and spine, the screams finally dropped to a long groan. Her head hung, her forehead pressing against his green curls, and the vice grip she had around Izuku’s curls gave way to sheer limpness.
The boy grabbed her by her still shaking hips, finally lowering her to be eye to eye with him. She looked almost comatose, heaving deep breaths as she tried to maintain consciousness. “You taste good. Want to try?” He pushed his lips towards her and she didn’t protest this time, pushing back as much as her tired body allowed. Her tired arms once again snaked around his head, pulling him into the kiss.
Where before the tongues had fought, now they danced. Izuku pushed hers around in looping movements, each forcing hers to move to his whims. She let herself be pushed around without thought, simply enjoying the sensation of breathless pleasure. Just as he had promised, she could taste herself on his tongue. Sweet and tangy.
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Present day
Izuku’s face was bright red, his mouth open in a silent scream of his own. Jiro’s enhanced hearing let her pick up on the fact that the local dogs were starting to bark at him. He had a look of embarrassment and near horror. “I-I-I-I-I-I-I-”
Jiro whistled as the stuttering train continued. “That's the longest you’ve gone on one word before.”
She put the pasta in the pot of water, flicking the knob to start the boiling process. A metric boatload of pasta wasn’t exactly 5 star food, but no one hated it, and for the massive quantity of people here, it would suffice. Especially with just a touch of some of the spices she had on hand.
She spoke as she lifted herself onto her toes to grab the parmesan cheese. “Yup. You did all of that. And more.”
“More!?!”
She scoffed at him. “What? Did you think after spitting all that game you stopped there?” She laughed as she watched his features squeeze together tightly. “Oh we went for a long while after that big guy. A long while.”
His eyes opened wide as he seemed to take in the situation, all the girls still passed out around him. “T-to each of them, I-I didn’t…did I?”
“ Oh you did~!”
“T-Todoroki too…?”
She had a shit eating grin on her face as she nodded her head. “Oh yeah.” She laughed, clearly remembering something. “Todoroki too.”
She frowned for a moment, stopping as she got all the post-boil ingredients ready. She walked over to the boy, the blanket still the only thing keeping his decency. Her voice was a lot softer, the teasing lit now gone from her words. “Hey, I get it green. Honestly, I still feel bad that I participated at all, you clearly weren’t yourself.” She let out a sad sigh. “You’re well within your right to put a stop to all of this, if you want.”
Izuku was silent for a moment, still trying to even handle all of the information being put into his head. His lips moved before he had enough time to process what he was saying. “And if I don’t?”
She smirked at him. Leaning in closer, which left her apron dipping down, enough that he caught a glance straight down. “Then we keep this good train rolling big guy.” She winked at him, before strutting away from his seat to attend to her meal. She called out behind her back. “Still. End of the day? It’s your call. I don’t think the other girls even realized that this new Izuku might not have had all the same thoughts and feelings thanks to the quirk. They got a little caught up in your…uh…what's the male version of feminine wiles? Ah whatever. They got seduced and fell hard and fast. But between you and me? Your boasts weren’t off the board. You're the number one, by a long shot, you can handle us and more if you really want.”
There was a lot for him to unpack there. The two both turned as they heard a loud groan, and saw someone from the couch stand up. It was almost hard to recognize her without her typical ponytail, but Momo stretched her back out with a few small pops being heard as she walked over to the two of them.
Izuku once again averted his eyes from her. The girl spoke as she noticed that. “ Oh! Goodness, sorry about that.” The sound of her quirk activating was heard, and Izuku looked over, seeing that she was now wearing a black bra around her chest. She however, was still wearing nothing below, her long legs cresting up to smooth skin. He tried to keep his eyes up.
The girl walked behind Jiro, who was watching the pot to see when it boiled. She leaned in and the two exchanged a quick kiss, as Momo sat down on a stool by the pot. She lifted Jiro by the girl's waist, causing her to yelp and blush, as the smaller girl was now resting in the lap of the larger one.
Momo giggled, rubbing her chin in the crook of Jiro’s neck. She turned back to look at Izuku, who was now inspecting the roof. She giggled at him. “That's going to take getting used to, you’ve been very…appreciative of our bodies till today.” Izuku’s head stayed staring straight up, though his face flushed. “Did you orient our friend Kyo?”
“J-Just my story.”
“Aw.” The girl placed one of her hands on the side of Jiro’s head, gently gripping her hair and pulling her back so the heiress had an open view of the lith girls neck. She leaned forward, placing several kisses along Jiro’s neck, before climbing up to her face, where she stuck her tongue out and dragged it along the furiously blushing girl's cheek. “It’s adorable how blushy you still are.” The heiresses' other hand reached under the apron, causing Jiro to squeak. Her slender arm reached all the way down, and Jiro let out a small moan, covering her mouth. The heiress giggled once more, turning the girl to face her and kissing her on the lips. The hand on her head gripped the purple hair a little tighter, pulling the girl further back, almost dipping her in Momo’s lap as she devoured the punk rocker.
Momo broke slowly, her teeth capturing Jiro’s bottom lip and pulling away, only letting go after a moment. Jiro looked drunk under her once more, her eyes hazy and unfocused. The heiress laughed again, turning to look at the awestruck Izuku. He turned his head away as soon as she saw him, provoking another laugh. “Perhaps I should share my story then. It occurred very soon after Jiro’s after all.”
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Past
Momo Yaoyrozu bit her lip anxiously as she shot another concerned message to Jiro’s number. She had thought the girl was being foolish to stay behind whilst their classmate was affected by such a volition quirk, and the vague message sent almost an hour earlier now was distressing.
Excessive confidence can also be a failure to empathize, to understand, or even care, about other people’s opinions. And while the Midoriya she knew was an honorable and noble person, she had no knowledge of what he was like under the effects of the quirk.
Her worry had been mounting with every unread text, before it eventually boiled over to the point she couldn’t take it anymore.
Her knee was anxiously bouncing against the floor of her luxurious SUV, her coiffure shooting her the occasional worried glance as they drove. After a few minutes of staring blankly at her unread messages, they arrived at the school.
Momo bowed, and her coiffure returned the gesture, pointing to their phone to silently indicate that should the young heiress have any problems, she only needed to call the reliable driver. Momo bowed a second time in thanks.
She made her way swiftly through the lower floors of the dorms, heading straight to Jiro’s room. She turned a tight corner passing through the kitchen, and slammed her head straight into the chest of Midoriya.
Momo stumbled back, nearly tripping if it weren't for the strong hands that caught her. She shook her head, as she looked up at the boy, who was staring at her inquisitively. He was shirtless, his sculpted muscles and defined abs on display.
Momo jumped back, trying to shake off the tint on her cheeks. A bowstaff manifested in her hands, pointing out at Izuku. “Where is Jiro?” Her grip was unsteady, not sure exactly what was happening.
The boy smirked down at her. “She’s in her room, I was just going to get her some water. You can go ahead and check on her.” He moved past her, his hand ghosting over her shoulder.
Momo shot glanced back at him, uncertainty filling her chest. He appeared honest to his words, filling up a glass of water. He was still smiling, and was looking at her as well. He gave her a little wave.
She moved forward wearily, pressing the door to the punk girls room open. She was lying on the bed, her shirt and jacket still on, though lacking any and all covering for her wet lower body. She was heaving deep breaths, her petite chest rising and falling. The girl didn’t even look at her, her eyes foggily staring up at the ceiling.
Momo’s eyes caught on her exposed pussy. It was visibly wet, glistening and giving her smooth skin a sheen. Her renewed focus also let her see the nearly imperceptible twitches, small spasms still rocking her body.
The sight caused Momo to flush, one of her hands ghosting down to the area above her own crotch. The sight was…delectable. Though she tried to push the thought down hard and focus on the situation.
“Staring a little hard aren’t you?”
Momo yelped, her staff swinging around and slamming into Izuku’s chest. Despite the hit being enough to shatter a normal person's rib cage, it hit his chest like it was made of foam, the metal bow staff bending under the force.
It was a clear show of how far the boy had come. The process of withstanding the power of his quirk had pushed his body far beyond its natural limits, and that included his durability. Momo wondered if anything she made could even annoy him.
He grabbed the edge of the staff, pushing it away from his chest. “Cute.” He moved towards her, and she took an instinctive step back, before he moved past her once more, headed towards the prone Jiro.
He kneeled down next to the bed, lifting her head up and tilting the glass of water to her lips. He kept his attention locked on the slim girl, making Momo feel somewhat like an intruder. The taller girl swallowed dryly. Her voice came out even as her eyes remained transfixed on the movements of the smaller girl's most private place.
“I-Is she all right?”
He hummed lightly as he continued feeding her water. The girl was coming to a little, her hands reaching up and holding the glass, though Izuku didn’t let go of his grip. He spoke lightly, his eyes still locked on the prone girl. “I seem to have tired her out. My stamina being what it is, It’s hard to remember you all have limits.”
She gulped at the reminder of how much he differed from her, even in base physiology.
He pulled the cup away, the girl under him giving a small gasp of air. He sighed, running a hand through her hair tenderly. “I suppose we’ll have to stop here for today.”
The girl let out a needy whine, and pulled Izuku closer. It was shocking to Momo, to see her normally much more reserved classmate in this state. She spoke, her melodic voice shaky. “N-no. Y-You didn’t-“ the boy interrupted her with a tender kiss.
Not domineering nor demanding as Momo was expecting at this point, but instead, subdued. It was almost a chaste thing, were it not for the girl's nude status. He stood up, leaning down and hugging her. “Not important. Did you enjoy it?”
Jiro shifted, moving her hand towards the boy's crotch. In a flash of motion, Izuku had both of her hands pinned above her head, causing Momo to gasp. “Don’t.” He spoke it as a command, forcing a whine from Jiro’s lips. He sighed, kissing her face in several places, her forehead, tilting his head to kiss her cheek, on the lips, and one on the tip of her nose. “We can continue when you’re feeling alright.”
She shook her head again, a whine escaping her lips again. She spoke after a moment, still gasping breaths out. “I felt so good, Zuku. Please let me give you the same.” She looked so genuine in her plea, so utterly enraptured by the boy leaning over her. It took Momo’s breath away. Replaced by a feeling of heat and nameless hunger in her chest. She wanted the girl to be looking at her like that. She wanted Izuku to look at her like that.
Momo swallowed, trying to push the thoughts down once more. Izuku seemed blind to her internal conflict, his attention fully focused on the girl below him. “Later. That’s a promise. I told you,” he rubbed his thumb against her cheek, and she nuzzled into it cutely. He smirked at her, the expression full of possessive affection. “You’re mine. This was far from a one time thing.”
The smaller girl was still seemingly unsatisfied with the answer, but was lacking the energy to even speak her complaints. Izuku released her arms and turned to look at Momo, who had thus far been standing paralyzed in place. He had a smile on his face, and beckoned her over.
She walked tentatively forward, kneeling down as well. Jiro’s hazy eyes locked onto her, and she smiled lightly. It was a cute expression on the punk classmate's face. Izuku gently took Momo’s hand, taking the metal bo staff and setting it aside. He moved Momo’s hand, placing it on Jiro’s cheek.
The girl's cheek was warm, the skin was smooth and addicting to touch. Momo explored the girl's cute frame with her hand. She caressed the smaller girl's cheek and rubbed a thumb over her lips, feeling the wetness of the previous kissing. The punk girl opened her mouth invitingly.
Momo pulled back for a moment, a feeling in her chest aching and pulsing at the sight of the girl, mouth open and awaiting Momo’s touch.
Momo felt Izuku’s arm wrap around her, his heavy calluses hands gently grabbing her hand once more. He had moved to be behind her, and the grip was causing his unclothed chest to press against her back. The boy spoke in a hushed whisper as he moved it back down to the girl's face.
“Look at her.” He spoke with near reverence towards the girl. Momo’s hand returned to its exploration, and she slowly moved her pointer finger inside the girl's mouth. Jiro’s mouth closed around it, and she began sucking and licking the heiress’s finger.
Izuku held her wrist gently, and began moving it, pushing her hand forward and back. She felt the ring created around her finger by Jiro’s lips, felt the girl's tired tongue lazily licking her finger, running along the side, reaching for its base, twirling around the tip.
Momo’s other hand had already found itself to her crotch, currently just resting under her waistband. The feeling of lust and ardor inside of her was begging to run wild. It felt like if the feelings pulsed out any harder, they would push outside of her body, her depravity so strong the people around her would feel it too. She let out a breathy exhale as she watched Jiro’s face. The girl was still hazy, but her eyes looked into Momo’s, and shone with that same devotion she had seen earlier.
Momo felt a hand brush against the one resting on her waistband, Izuku’s rough palm pressing down, his fingers running gently past her landing strip pubic hair. He whispered in her ear, still moving her hand forward and back slowly. “Were you about to touch yourself?” The voice didn’t sound taunting. “Why?” His hand down below made contact, his index finger lightly touching her labia, beginning to rub the spot gently. “I’m right here.”
He pulled her hand out of Jiro’s mouth, going purposefully slow, ensuring she saw the saliva trail connecting Momo’s hand with the lithe girl's mouth. A quiet pop was made as the pressure from the mouth was removed, and the boy interlocked his fingers with Momo’s.
Momo’s eyes linger on Jiro’s, the girl seemed to be fighting to stay in the moment, but was deeply exhausted, and her breathing steadied, her eyes closing. Momo turned to Izuku, still feeling that massaging on her entrance. His manly fingers running gently against her folds, each movement provoking minuscule proddings of pleasure. She was going to tell him to stop, to push down the bone deep feelings of need and maintain her dignity.
Her eyes caught his, and he was looking at her. Worshiping her with his eyes. They were open, lidded with affection and lust. He was staring at her like she was an art piece that spoke to his very soul, like a stunning length of natural beauty, the kind you stumble upon by accident, and are left feeling unworthy of seeing the majesty before you. He looked at her like she was a physical representation of that kind of heart aching beauty, art made living, natural wonder made human. A goddess among men.
Her breath caught in her throat. She was left unable to speak, simply drinking in the expression. It filled her with an unparalleled quantity of want. She felt saliva in her throat, and started feeling her heart beating, its movements pushing against the throbbing feeling of her core.
He put his head down, as if bowing, and murmured under his breath. “Momo,” she inhaled sharply at his usage of her first name. He looked up at her again, that look of wonder, of lust, affection, desire, need, and almost every other form of affection somehow redubled. “I love you.” Her eyes widened, the feeling of need in her core squeezing tight. After a moment, it too returned with twice the intensity. “You’re beyond beauty. Beyond words.”
He brought her hand to his lips, kissing the back of her hand gently. “I adore every part of you.” He stretched her arm out, pressing his lips to her wrist, then down, along her forearm. His lips were gentle, each kiss feeling pleasant, like a cushion was being gently pressed down on her skin. She felt her body shudder as he continued. The two were face to face after a moment. Her arm came to rest, holding the boy’s side for stability. Her back was still to his chest, and one of his hands was still tucked under both her pants and panties, applying pleasant pleasure.
He leaned close, close enough that she could feel his warm breath on her lips. He spoke, voice low and nearly pleading with her. His eyes locked on her lips. “May I?”
Her body moved before her mind even had time to consider, her lips greedily met his. She closed her eyes, the blindness amplifying the feelings even more. Izuku’s firm lips met her plush ones, the two pressing and pulling against each other, both descending on the other like starving men on a feast. One of her hands came up, her delicate fingers gripping his hair roughly, as she tried to push him even further into her. He let himself be pushed, increasing the pressure on her lips.
She knew she held no real power over him, and yet, he was letting her do as she pleased to him. In its own way, that was very attractive to her. She let out a noise that had been lingering in her throat, a light moan leaving her lips as she continued the kiss. It only finally broke when she pulled him away, greedily taking in his expression once more.
It was full of that same fervent devotion once more, a saliva trail connecting the two. She turned to face him, effectively sitting in his lap. She leaned forward, and his arms came around her back as the two fell, her body landing on top of his.
His cool hands ran up, finding their way up her back, rubbing her body in a pleasant manner. She reconnected their lips, her tongue poked at his lips, running along them.
His lips opened, letting her explore him. She did so freverently, her tongue running along his teeth, curving to lick the roof of his mouth. His tongue didn’t fight hers, instead running alongside hers. It was pliant, letting her push it around, only searching for her touch.
Momo’s mind was foggy, all she could think about was the boy below her. His immense strength rendered inert by…her. By the her who was unable to keep up in heroics. The her that felt so far behind. Her strongest classmate, the soon to be strongest in all of Japan, all of the world, was groaning beneath her. The thought filled her with a drunken lust, and she did something she otherwise never would’ve.
Her delicate hand slipped under the waistband of his pants, digging further down and descending below his boxers. She felt an organ she had thus far only read about. Her cool finger inspected the tip, feeling the enlarged organ. The head was more malleable than she expected. She pressed her palm against it, feeling his very tip, the small hole which would release his seed, its presence felt against her palm.
She inspected it with a near medical fascination. She ran her fingers to inspect each part of it, cresting under the head and inspecting the bumps and ridges. It felt…big. She wrapped her hand around it, only barely managing to fully wrap her hand around the head. She moved her wrapped hand down, shifting the skin slightly as she moved.
The boy beneath her groaned with pleasure. Momo broke the kiss slowly, turning back to look at her movements. She could see the outline of her hand stretching against his pants, and vaguely make out his length, the hardened flesh pushing up from his crotch and seeming to end just below his hips, making it far longer then she had thought as well.
The boy's arms wrapped tighter around her back, though he was evidently being very careful not to hurt her. She could still feel his fingertips pressing into her back. She began whispering to him, her logic still marred by her lust.
“The strongest hero. Laid low by me.”
He nodded silently, his eyes still looking up at hers almost pleadingly. She moved her hand slowly, running it all the way down, the side of her hand brushing against his pubic hair, before just as slowly, pumping up.
His teeth stuck out and gently bit his bottom lip in reaction. He let out another throaty groan as Momo continued her slow movements.
His penis wasn’t anything like she had read. It didn’t feel like an implement for the soft nor tender loving her romance novels had described. It felt like a weapon. Thick and hard. It felt like he could use that alone to bring the villains he fought to submission.
Momo’s currently deprived mind began to wonder as she moved her hand up and down. She imagined it, the Toga who had terrorized her class, her cute face in the dirt with her petite ass in the air, Izuku slamming his weapon in and out of her, each hit leaving a meaty slapping noise and provoking a weak moan or twitch from the defeated villain. The killer writhing pathetically under him.
She imagined herself in the scene, making out with the boy as he broke the villain beneath both of them.
A low growling noise escaped her lips, and the boy reached up, his hand pushing a stray strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear. Looking tenderly up at her. She sighed fondly down at him.
It was almost unfortunate he would never. But, she supposed that just left those on the right side of the law to enjoy what he had. And enjoy it she would.
She kept running her hand up and down it, the length and girth making her start to feel empty somewhere in her core. She had an idea as to what would fill that empty spot. It was almost an instinctual calling, her body telling her what she was supposed to do with his instrument of pleasure.
She leaned up, removing her hand momentarily. The boy let out a small groan, disappointment evident. Momo smirked at the noise, her arms crossing over each other and grabbing the hem of her shirt. She threw it up over her head and tossed it aside, revealing her black bra. She reached back, pausing for a moment. She still felt that ache, but some of the lust of the moment gave way to clarity. If she went any further, she’d be giving up her virginity.
The boy below her spoke once more. “Momo…”
She gulped slightly looking down at him. His eyes weren’t locked on her breasts, the parts of her which are so often remarked on, but instead on her face, his eyes still tender. She stuttered, unsure of how to explain what she was feeling. “I-I”
He cut her off, speaking confidently. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
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“Hey!” Jiro pouted, looking up at the taller girl, still sat on her lap.
Momo was running her fingers through the girl's hair, gently petting her with one hand while the other wrapped around her chest in a hug. “Hmm? What is it?”
Jiro pointed at Izuku. “You pinned me to a wall for an hour! But she can just, not do what she doesn’t want to.”
The tall girl planted a kiss on Jiro’s head, stopping for a moment to smell her hair. Jiro blushed, and Momo began talking. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it.” The smaller girl sputtered, causing Momo to laugh. “You were hesitant for his and for Uraraka’s sake, not yours. I wasn’t sure if it was what I wanted in the moment. Though,” she looked up, her eyes poking just above Jiro’s hair to stare at Izuku. “I will admit, you acted quite differently depending on who you were talking to.”
He fidgeted, averting eye contact. “You all. Uh, look for different things in a partner. I…know what they are with a degree of certainty. But I, well, was never confident enough to, uh, make a move on any of you…”
“Oh? The heiress seemed amused. Do tell, what do Jiro and I look for?”
He very slowly trying his best to keep eye contact with the two. “K-Kyo, you like being pushed a little, not forced, but, uh, you like knowing your partner is in control. M-Momo. You like tenderness, sweet and mushy stuff.”
Both girls blushed lightly, but neither argued. “Well,” Momo continued. “As I was saying.”
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Momo bit her lip, still seated above him, her hips on his chest, uncertainty eating at her. “Y-You wouldn’t be mad? If I backed out now?”
He smiled gently at her grabbing her hand and pulling it towards him, kissing her softly on the back of her hand again. He looked up at her, his eyes physically unable to hide a glint of disappointment, but smiling nonetheless. “I couldn’t be mad at you, not ever. I love you Momo.” The simple phrase spoken once again made her breath catch. “I love every bit of you so so much. You could lead me on for years and I would thank you.”
She lowered herself slightly, the two both inches from each other again she spoke quietly. “I’m…scared. I don’t even know why. I’m just…”
“It’s ok.” He placed his hand on her cheek, staring up at her with unbroken adoration. “It’s all going to be ok.” He whispered the quiet reassurance with confidence. “If you aren’t ready, it’s your choice. I would never force you to do anything you don’t want. Please, tell me what you want.”
What did she want? That was obvious. She wanted to fill that emptiness in her core with him. She wanted to feel him stretch her most intimate place. She gulped. “I-I want this. I know I do. I just…”
He placed a finger on her lips, then pushed forward, initiating a kiss. She returned it, much of the hunger and need replaced with a feeling of tender love. The lips pushed against each other lightly, pulling away after only a moment, before returning just as gently. He spoke after a few of the kisses. “Stop me if you feel uncomfortable, ok?” She nodded, not trusting her mouth to speak.
His hands grabbed her waist, picking her up easily and pushing her backward, until she was resting just below his groin. He pulled his pants and underwear down. His member shot up, freed from its prison of cloth, standing straight up proudly in the air.
Momo felt saliva pooling in the back of her mouth. It was everything she thought it was. Long, girthy, and after all he had done with both her and with Jiro, it was throbbing in arousal. Momo felt an impulsive desire to lick it, see what it tasted like. It was so…grand.
He picked her up by her hips again, her knees still on the floor as he held her entrance over his proud organ. He paused, giving her ample time to object. Her hands met his, softly covering them as they carried her weight.
He lowered her down slowly, and she felt the tip poke at her entrance. She bit her bottom lip, tensing. She closed her eyes, nodding her head up and down. She was lowered further, and her entrance stretched to accommodate the intruding head. One of her hands reached up to her mouth, covering it as she got used to the feeling.
After another moment, he lowered her further. She felt it in immense detail, as each inch of flesh protruded further into her. It felt like it was pushing on her lungs, forcing her breath out in quick shallow gasps. The hand still covering one of his gripped it tightly, her nails digging into him, though he didn’t react.
Finally, after what felt like minutes of just steadily taking his length, her groin met his, her body able to feel his pubic hair against her hips. She took an unsteady deep breath, trying to balance herself. She felt so…full. Complete. It was like she was a tool that had been missing a part her entire life, and now it had been filled in. It wasn’t even strictly pleasurable, the current intrusion causing tingles of sharp stimulus all along her inner walls.
He let go of her hips, letting her rest and accommodate to the size difference. She leaned down, the movement sending an onslaught of those tingles from her spine straight to her head. She was face to face with him again, her now bra covered breasts pressing against his chest.
His arms rubbed her back, finding their way to her bra straps. He paused again as his touch found them, letting her object once more, should she wish. She didn’t, and used her mouth to kiss him once more.
He returned it happily, and unclasped her bra. Her straps fell limply to her sides, the material still squished between the two of them. His hands didn’t move straight to them, one resting on her shoulder while the other continued moving, finding the back of her head and gently resting on it as the two kissed.
The two heard a noise, both looking up at the bed, where Jiro was peeking down at both of them, her head barely past the frame. The girl was blushing deeply, and had groaned watching them. Momo sat up, Izuku’s hand flowing off of her head, moving to discard her bra. She reached up towards the punk rocker, cupping the smaller girl’s face in her hands and pulling her close, pressing her small lips into Momo’s own pouty ones.
The girl stiffened at the feminine kiss, but positively melted her body going limp and her eyes closing as she opened her mouth, allowing Momo to explore it. She did, comparing the girl's small mouth to the one she had been exploring just a few minutes ago. The boy under her leaned up as well, the movement sending another wave of tingles, causing Momo to moan into Jiro’s mouth.
The boy’s hands were running all along her back and sides, appreciating her every curve. His mouth came up, and his tongue stuck out, running it up along her breast. Momo’s inner walls clenched, sending a much more aggressive wave of tingling flooding forward, and causing the boy to groan appreciatively.
Jiro’s jacks lazily wrapped around the back of Momo’s head, not truly pulling her into the kiss, but making it marginally harder to pull away. Momo still could’ve, but she had no desire to. This situation alone could’ve served to arouse her, all the physical sensations be damned. She had a cute girl’s tongue dancing with hers, and she was hilt deep on the strongest boy she had ever met. That same boy appreciating her breasts with all the fervor of a devout follower worshiping their god.
He licked her nipple again, the sensation feeling like electric shocks straight to Momo’s head. He gave her a smirk, closing his mouth around it, and beginning to softly trap it between his teeth. Momo’s back arched, and all that kept her from breaking the kiss with Jiro was the smaller girl’s head following her. The boy didn’t relent, trapping her bud between his gentle teeth and starting to lick it. She felt something start slithering up her back, and watched as a strand of blackwhip crested over her shoulder, and made its way down to her other breast, wrapping around her other nipple and beginning to give it a similar treatment. The strand wrapping a small circle around it, and its wispy tip caressing its surface.
The ministrations were causing her to twitch and shift, which would remind her of the filling presence of his member. That in turn would cause more tingles, which were starting to assault her head, making her thoughts foggy and hazy. The feeling was addictive, and she already began to morn that the sensation would at some point end.
The boy’s mouth unlatched from her breast, and his hands came to her hips. Jiro’s tired hand came up, and joined her jacks in pressing Momo further into the kiss, the two now having to part for instants at a time to breathe. Izuku lifted her up minutely, letting her feel as his member rubbed against her inner walls. She gasped, and he let go, letting her fall the short distance down.
If she had been feeling waves of tingles, she now felt a tsunami, and endless torrent of electrical pricking and pulsating pleasure. Her lips parted from Jiro’s as she let out a moan. The smaller girl whined needily, both their lips shining with the others saliva. Momo tried to pull back into the kiss, but Izuku lifted her the same distance, dropping her again.
Her hips met his with a small wet slap, and she moaned again. One of her hands came up to her mouth, and she began biting the edge of her finger, bracing herself as she was once again lifted and dropped. The pleasure was beginning to steady, becoming a sensation she was used to. She gasped a few breaths out between each rise and fall, each drop knocking the air out of her.
Jiro whined again, and turned around, her head coming off the edge of the bed upside down, her purple hair falling against Izuku’s head. The girl shimmied down slightly, getting low enough that Izuku could grab the back of her head and pull her into a kiss. Momo felt herself clench watching as Izuku’s lips kissed the lips that had just been on hers. It was like she had shared an indirect kiss using Jiro.
Izuku lifted her again, higher this time, probably a quarter up his length, and dropped her. They were there for upwards of half an hour, Jiro switching which of the two she was making out with, as Momo slowly got used to more and more of the boy’s length. She started using her own hands to push off of his chest, before letting herself drop back down. Each wet slap filled her with arousal, each collision as his head hit her deepest part, each sloppy trail of spit running down Jiro’s face, it all filled her with a building wave of pleasure she could feel forcing itself forward.
Her breasts were bouncing up and down in the air, her voice coming out in lurid moans as she spoke on impulse. “Somethings coming!” She dropped down on his member once more, and saw stars. She threw her head back, a long and deep moan leaving her slick lips. She could feel twitches and spasms rocking her body, starting from her inner walls, which would clench against Izuku’s member, before her thighs clenched, her glutes tensing as she felt a bolt up her spine. Her breathing became shallow and harsh as she tried to orient herself while the all encompassing wave of pleasure rocked her body. Her mouth was open, no noise besides her deep breaths coming out as she looked down.
Izuku was still looking at her like divinity, his eyes roaming desperately over her entire form, wishing he could see all of it in immense detail at once. His hands met her hips, and began to lift her up, likely trying to take her off so she could rest. Momo grunted, and forced herself back down, another clap sounding out. She grunted as the action sent aggressive sparks through her body at the added stimulation. She heaved as she looked down at the boy. “Jiro said you haven't cum. I’m…not leaving until you do.” Momo grunted, lifting herself and slamming down once more, trying to ignore the fireworks in her brain.
Jiro turned around, sliding off of the bed and pressing her exposed pussy to Izuku’s chest, her body facing Momo. The girl pulled her into another kiss, both of them mounted on the boy this time. Momo returned it, the distraction from the overstimulation welcome.
Still, even with her determination, the feeling was starting to get overwhelming. She moaned and winced into Jiro’s mouth, and the girl broke the kiss, placing her hands on Momo’s hips. “I’ll…help.” Momo nodded, finally letting the massive member out of her folds.
It was glistening with all of the wetness it had been inside of. Jiro lifted herself over it, tentatively. Izuku’s voice came out between panting breaths. “Jiro, t-take it slow, y-you haven’t done this yet.” The girl didn’t respond, lining his head up with her entrance.
The small girl gulped, then dropped herself without hesitation, not lowering slowly, or taking it easy at all. She slid down the massive shaft, stopping halfway as she winced and clenched her body. Her inner walls were so tight from the clenching that gravity alone could keep pushing the cock up her.
Momo grabbed the girl by her shoulders. She pressed a kiss to her lips, then pulled back to watch the girl's face as she pushed her down further onto the cock. The punk rocker’s back arched, her ribcage becoming visible under her breasts as she pushed her chest forwards. She looked so incredibly attractive to Momo, writhing and squirming on Izuku’s cock. The rich girl felt a sort of sadistic pleasure in picking the rocker up by her hips and slamming her back down. Jiro’s slender arms came up, wrapping around Momo’s neck as the girl's head hung down, loud moans coming from her mouth.
Izuku swore as he watched them, he winced slightly. “C-Cumming.”
Momo pulled the once again limp Jiro off of the boy and kneeled down. She fulfilled an earlier impulse, and licked the cock, a wet liquid dribbling from its tip. She ran her tongue along it’s length, her hands starting to pump up and down on it. It tasted sweet and tangy, her own pussy juices having mixed with Jiro’s on the thick object. The musky smell she got even just from being near it was likewise sending more spasms through her exhausted body.
Jiro brought herself back from limpness once more, picking herself up and heaving deep breaths. She moved forwards, her petite mouth trying to wrap around the head of the member, her tongue running along it’s tip as she opened her mouth wide enough her jaw started to ache. Momo felt another sadistic impulse, and, electing to apologize afterwords if necessary, grabbed Jiro by the back of her head, and pushed the girl down.
Her throat gagged as Izuku’s member was forced down, and it was enough to finally push the boy over the edge. The cock throbbed, the sound of Jiro’s gagging increasing in volume then becoming deafened as cum filled her throat. The girl's head tried to instinctually move away, but Momo kept her there, her grip tight. Momo watched transfixed, as Jiro’s throat began to gulp, the small girl drinking the liquid straight from its source.
She watched as the cock throbbed, each pulse sending another wave of the stick surface up the small girl's throat. A small trail of drool and cum was beginning to leak out of the girl's mouth. When Momo was sure Izuku was done, she pulled Jiro’s head off.
The girl took a gasping breath, before looking at Momo. For a moment, Momo was worried her sadistic impulses had driven her to go too far. The punk girl opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out. Her breath smelled like cum. The small girl panted deep breaths as she looked up at Momo, returning her tongue and speaking. “I swallowed it all. Did I do good?”
A flash of heat strong enough it hurt ran through Momo. She pulled the rocker close, trying her best to devour her lips in a kiss. She parted breathing heavily herself. “You did so good.” The rocker gave her a hazy grin. Izuku leaned up, beginning to kiss the two as well.