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“I know why you’re here,” Izuku Midoriya said, smiling at the three female heroes who had infiltrated his hideout. “The Public Safety Commission has labeled me a villain and sent you to capture me.”
“That’s right,” Ryuko Tatsuma, otherwise known as Ryukyu, the Dragoon Hero, nodded her head. “Make this easy on yourself and come with us without a fight, Deku.”
It wasn't a surprise to Izuku that she was the one taking the lead here. As someone who closely followed developments in the pro hero world, Izuku was familiar with both Nejire Hado, known as Nejirechan, and Momo Yaoyorozu, who went by the hero name Creati. But they were both newer to the pro hero ranks, with Nejire recently having been promoted to a full member of Ryukyu's agency and Momo, who’d only graduated from UA a little over a year earlier, working with them as a sidekick. It was natural that Ryukyu would be the spokesperson of the trio, but Izuku could see that she was having trouble making her voice sound authoritative as she asked him to come with her. That wasn’t a surprise, either. Izuku knew the effect his quirk had on people, and it was even more effective with people who were sexually attracted to men. Not even a hero as experienced as Ryukyu could ignore her attraction to him, and that attraction would make her more receptive to the impassioned words he was about to share with them.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Deku said, smiling at them and shaking his head. “There are people who need me, and who will be a danger to both themselves and society at large if I allow you to arrest me.”
“W-we have you alone,” Nejire said, trying to step up and fill the role of a full-fledged pro hero. She looked distracted, and Izuku could see her eyes occasionally lowering to gaze at his body before she shook her head and her eyes snapped back up to his face. She was having an even harder time ignoring her attraction to him than Ryuko, but she still managed to make the attempt. Izuku was impressed with her resolve. “It’s 3-on-1, and we know that you don’t have a quirk. This fight can only end one way.”
Izuku was not quirkless, as doctors and specialists concluded. In their defense, by its very nature, his quirk could not manifest until he had matured, so there was no way for them to identify his quirk when he was a child. By the time he’d made it through puberty and he began to notice that people were reacting to him differently, with women in particular listening to him attentively and staring at him in adoration, any trust he had in the pro hero system had been extinguished for years. It wasn’t just people without quirks who suffered, either. In some ways, it could be even more dangerous to have the wrong kind of quirk. Izuku had seen the way society shunned people with quirks they feared or didn’t understand.
That was why, when he realized that his own quirk had finally manifested in the form of shifting his appearance to match whatever the person looking at him considered their ideal, he told no one. He saw the potential he had to use his quirk to appeal to people. His appearance opened the door by getting people who didn’t know him to view him as someone respectable, knowledgeable, and worth listening to, and in the case of those who were attracted to men, there was the added pull of him looking like whatever their brain viewed as the ideal man. From there, it was up to Izuku to use his words to convince these people that his way was the right way.
He’d learned how to make the most of his quirk, and over the last year or so, he’d gone from using it to settle arguments before they could become fights to using it to recruit sympathizers and build a resistance force aiming to remake their hero-obsessed society and overhaul the system. Their size was growing, and so was their influence. It was no surprise to him when the Public Safety Commission branded him a villain. They feared the threat that he represented, and they were right to fear him. He wasn’t going to stop until people who bullied and looked down on the quirkless were no longer celebrated, and people with quirks that were misunderstood or feared were no longer shunned and punished for existing. Conflict was inevitable when a group like his came along and strove for change in a society with powerful people who were going to resist that change.
“I’m not going to fight you,” Izuku said, shaking his head. He held his open palms out, letting them see that he held no weapons and would not be launching any attacks.
There were people in Izuku’s group who could fight quite capably when necessary. Himiko, for one, could fight, in addition to her mastery of stealth, After he’d shown her the love and understanding she’d so desperately needed when the rest of the world shunned her and tried to repress her quirk rather than helping her channel it in healthier ways, he knew she would kill for him without hesitation if he asked it of her. Several of the heteromorphs in his group, who were discriminated against solely because of their mutant-like appearances, were strong fighters with enhanced strength and abilities. However, Izuku did not want the heteromorphs in his group to default to violence to solve their problems. They could fight when absolutely necessary, but his dream was for them to one day be able to live their lives in a reformed world that was kinder to them, and that would never happen if they attempted to change things through fear. And Himiko, loyal as she was to him, deserved better than to have him use her as a knife in the dark. She was one of his loves, one of the women he shared his body and his heart with, and he wanted her to remain happy by his side for the rest of her life.
“If you aren’t fighting, are you prepared to surrender?” Momo asked. She licked her lips as she looked at him, struggling more than either of the others to suppress her overwhelming attraction to him.
“Not just yet," Izuku said, shaking his head. "Let me talk to you, and explain why your bosses fear me. Allow me to explain why I formed my resistance group, what our objectives are, and how we hope to accomplish them. It'll just be the four of us talking, and I'll answer any questions you have for me while I explain. If you still think I'm dangerous when I'm done, and that the Commission is right to order the arrest of me and everyone who associates with me, I swear to you on my mother's memory that I will go with you without a fight."
Izuku genuinely meant it, but he knew there was no risk of him actually failing when this trio of beautiful heroes was already staring at him so attentively. They were going to listen to what he had to say and see for themselves that he was right. Perhaps they would even choose to support his cause.
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Momo did not like the way that others spoke about her body. She'd never asked to have a quirk that was easier to make effective use of if her skin was exposed, and it wasn't her fault that she'd grown up to be a woman with large breasts and a mature form. Even when she'd still been at UA, too many people looked at her like she was some sort of exhibitionist. She'd hoped it would get better, and she would be treated with more respect once she graduated and became a proper hero, but she still had to deal with people who looked at her and saw little more than bare skin and big breasts.
Deku was different, though. When he looked at her, he didn’t stare like she was a piece of meat. She could tell that he appreciated her body, but he didn’t leer at her during their conversation, even though she was in her hero costume that left so much of her body exposed. He’d spoken to her like an equal, answered her questions with respect, and even asked plenty of questions of his own about her quirk, which he’d been quite knowledgeable about already. Rather than focusing on her revealing hero costume, he showed great interest in the many uses of her quirk. He even made a couple of suggestions that already had her thinking about improvements she could make in the future. Her conversation with Izuku had been the most stimulating she’d ever had, and she knew well before the end of it that she wanted to keep talking with him like this.
There wasn’t any talking being done at this point, though. The only sounds coming out of Momo’s mouth were moans of pleasure as Izuku threw her legs up in the air and thrust his dick deep inside of her over and over again.
Ironically, the one man who could speak with her intelligently about her quirk, treat her with respect, and never break eye contact to stare at her cleavage in her leotard was also the only man she wanted to stare at her body. Her initial physical attraction toward him had blossomed into a potent lust throughout their talk, and by the time the explanations were over, and all the questions had been answered, she'd been squirming and rubbing her thighs together, eager to strip out of her leotard and get this perfect man into bed. Their conversation had been wonderful, and she hoped that he would always be able to speak with her like that outside of the bedroom. But here in the bedroom, she didn't want eye contact or respect. She wanted him to enjoy looking at, touching, and fucking her body. He deserved it. He was working so hard to improve their society, and she would be proud to stand by his side and use her quirk to support his noble, misunderstood effort. This was a man who she would happily work with to create a better world and also a man she would happily bare her entire body to, along with her heart.
“Yes, Deku!” she moaned. “Fuck me! Fuck me good!” She saw his eyes linger on her bouncing breasts, and it made her smile. “You like my boobs, huh?”
“Of course I do,” he said, smiling. “They’re amazing. Everything about you is amazing.” His hands had been gripping her thighs as he fucked her, but he lowered her legs and adjusted his position on his knees so he could slide his hands up her belly. Just when he was about to touch her bouncing breasts, he looked back up into her eyes. “Can I touch them!”
“Yes!” Momo moaned loudly. “Yes, touch them! Squeeze them! Play with them! They’re all yours!” This wasn’t dirty talk. She meant every word. As much as Momo loathed the way she was treated and looked at as some sex object just because she had a busty body and her quirk required her to expose it for maximum effectiveness, she loved having Izuku’s eyes all over her. When his hands took her invitation and closed around her breasts, she nearly came then and there. His hands were squeezing her big boobs firmly, but it wasn’t too rough for Momo to enjoy. For the first time in her life, she was happy to have a man groping her boobs. If anything, the only problem was that he wasn’t squeezing them hard enough for her liking.
Izuku must have been able to read the desire on her face, though, because she didn’t need to beg him to squeeze her boobs harder. His hands acted on their own, giving Momo’s breasts a firmer grope just as his thrusts picked up in intensity as well. He was drilling her hard now, slamming his large cock deeper inside of her pussy than either of her previous sexual partners ever had and also giving it to her at a far faster pace than she’d ever experienced. Logically, it should have been far too intense for her to enjoy.
Logic seemed to have been thrown out the window once she met this gorgeous, kind, and misunderstood villain, though, because Deku’s cock pounding her made her want to weep with joy. Momo might not be the horny exhibitionist that far too many people treated her as and believed her to be, but she was hanging on every thrust and wishing for nothing more than that this would go on forever. She would never be able to get enough of this feeling, and even if she hadn’t been swayed by the righteousness of Izuku’s cause, she would have been helpless once she felt what sex with him was like.
Happily, her mind and her body were both happy to be right where she was, which was in the bed of this so-called villain, moaning with joy as he introduced her body to pleasure previously unimaginable to her. With his hips surging forward to pound her pussy and his hands mauling her breasts, Izuku was making Momo’s body feel just as appreciated as the rest of her had felt while they were talking.
When his fingers started rolling in circles against her sensitive nipples, Momo came with a gasp and a buck, blown away by the pleasure coursing through her body. Izuku was right behind her, giving her nipples a little pinch and grunting as he started to cum inside of her. Momo had never allowed someone to finish inside of her without wearing a condom before, but taking a creampie from Izuku made her body twitch with another surge of pleasure. His explanation of his group and its aims included details about the rather open views that Izuku and his lovers had about sex, love, and commitment. He was involved with several women, all of whom knew and accepted the presence of the others. Such an open relationship would never have made sense to Momo prior to today, but she understood perfectly now.
She was elated to be a part of it all now. She would support Izuku's cause gladly and use her quirk, her intelligence, and her strategic mind to aid him however she could. Momo would also gladly step into a new role as one of his lovers, trusting that he would continue to make her feel as special as he had so far. And if the end result of this creampie was her breasts getting even larger as she carried his child, that would just give him even more reason to admire her body as well as her brain.
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Nejire had always been a curious person. She'd always wanted to know more about things and about people in particular. She didn't look at people who were different and attempt to push them away or hurt them because they were different. For Nejire, it was learning about those differences that was so fascinating.
Not everyone shared her curiosity, though. After one too many negative reactions from people who believed she was insulting them when she'd simply been fascinated and wanted to understand them better, she'd closed herself off and stopped asking questions. She'd put a distance between herself and the people around her for years, and it took Tamaki and Mirio to bring her out of it and restore her confidence. Thanks to her two friends supporting her, Nejire was able to re-emerge from her shell and embrace her curiosity once again.
No one had ever piqued her curiosity quite like Izuku Midoriya, though. It had been interesting enough reading up on the intel that the Public Safety Commission provided for them. None of their sources had been able to agree on what exactly it was that seemed to make Deku such a charismatic villain. They couldn't even agree on what he looked like, only that he was the most attractive man any of them had ever seen.
On that point, Nejire agreed wholeheartedly, The moment she’d first seen Izuku, she’d been fascinated by him. Then he’d opened his mouth and started talking, and she yearned to hear more. His looks had grabbed her attention, and his words commanded it. She'd hung on every word of his explanation behind why he did the things he did, and she found herself agreeing with his stated goals. He wasn't looking to hurt people the way villains of the past like All for One had. Deku's objective was to change their society for the better and create a nation where people were not judged or discriminated against for their differences. He wanted people to be shown acceptance no matter what their quirk was or how it altered their physical appearance. For Nejire, who had always been fascinated by what she did not understand, it sounded like a world she wanted to live in and help make a reality. If the Commission opposed such an ambitious goal, she could not in good conscience continue to do whatever they told her to do.
Agreeing with Izuku’s ideals explained why she wanted to join him and support him, rather than attempting to arrest him as she had been sent here to do. But it did not explain why she was currently holding onto his neck with both arms and crossing her legs behind his back while both of his hands held her ass and bounced her on his cock. That had nothing to do with any of his ambitious plans to create a world where curiosities were welcomed and differences were celebrated. Dropping any thought of arresting him and asking if she would be welcomed in his growing resistance group had come well before she’d requested that he fuck her as soon as he was done with Momo.
This was a different sort of curiosity that was being embraced right now because Nejire finally felt as if she'd found a place where she could freely explore the many questions she had about sex without being judged. More importantly, she'd found the man who was best suited to help her answer those questions.
Nejire was not a virgin, but she’d barely scratched the surface of her sexual interests during previous encounters. She knew how off-putting many people found her questions even now, and even if she’d regained the confidence to let her curiosity show more than she used to, she knew how uncomfortable talking about sex made some people. She had always been afraid that if she let her curiosity show during sex, she would push her partner away and make him think less of her.
With Izuku, though, she felt free to ask whatever questions she wanted and explore aspects of sex that she'd been too afraid to delve into before. As much as Momo had obviously enjoyed having sex with him on his bed if the loud moans coming through the wall had been any clue, Nejire wanted to try having sex everywhere but in bed. Izuku had been happy to bend her over and fuck her from behind while she held onto the edge of the desk in his room, and when she asked him to spank her or pull her hair, he’d indulged her curiosities readily. For the first time, Nejire was free to enjoy the feeling of a man’s hand grabbing her long hair and giving it a yank while his hips smacked against her buttocks on a balls-deep thrust, and then she got to enjoy the excitement of his hand giving her ass some firm slaps in between thrusts. Nejire knew that she had nothing to fear no matter what she asked for because Izuku was not going to judge her for wanting to experience having her hair pulled or her ass spanked.
Now, she got to experience the feeling of being picked up and bounced on a man's cock, and it was delightful. It was delightful with this man, at least. She imagined that many men would have struggled to keep bouncing her body like this, especially at the pace he'd been fucking her. But Deku was not struggling at all. He didn't even have a quirk to aid him, and he was still giving her the best fuck of her life, supporting her weight, holding her up, and bouncing her to her delight. It was incredible, but as incredible as it was, Nejire's curiosity still wanted something more.
“Could you turn me around in your arms and fuck me in front of the mirror?” she asked. “I want to watch your dick filling me.”
“Of course, Nejire.” Some might have considered it a strange request, but Izuku was ready to indulge her. He lifted her up off of his cock, spun her around so her back was against his chest and his arms were hooked underneath her thighs, and walked her across the room so she could see herself in the mirror along the wall. She watched with fascination as Izuku lowered her back down onto his cock and began to fuck her again, this time keeping his arms under her thighs and letting his hips handle most of the moving. Every thrust he gave her caused her body to jostle in his arms, and the reflection of her body jiggling and her tits shaking was fascinating to watch for Nejire. Equally as interesting to her as her jiggling boobs and the point of penetration was the look on her face, though. Her cheeks were flushed, and he’d been giving it to her for long enough that sweat was shining on her face. Her mouth generally hung open, giving her a dazed, well-fucked look that she watched with great interest. Was this really what she looked like when she was getting pounded?
Izuku did not taunt her for her expression. He gave her no reason to feel like there was something wrong with her curiosity or her excitement at watching herself taking the best fuck of her life. He looked at her in the mirror occasionally while fucking her, and his smile when he did spoke of acceptance along with his pleasure. This was a man who was happy to have her here and would be happy to continue letting her explore her curiosity and satisfy every last sexual thought that popped into her head. That was good because now that the floodgates had been opened, Nejire's head was already buzzing with different things she wanted to try with him in the bedroom. Eventually, they might even make it to an actual bed.
Her reflection was already interesting enough to her, but her eyes were glued to the mirror when she started to cum. The ecstasy that she felt in every muscle while she came hard on Deku's cock was visible on her face, and she could not look away. But then Deku pushed her legs a bit higher up and groaned as he erupted inside of her, and Nejire had brand-new things to watch. Her new lover's orgasm face was definitely interesting, but she was sure she was going to have many chances to study that expression up close now that she had joined him. What she watched with even greater fascination was his cum filling her pussy up. Watching it, as well as feeling it, really drove home just how much thick seed was rushing into her while Izuku held her in the air and creampied her. Seeing that much cum, Nejire's mind began to wonder what she might look like and feel like when pregnant.
That was a question that she’d always been curious about, and now that she’d found a place and a man that would welcome her curiosity, she had a feeling she’d get her answers sooner rather than later.
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Ryukyu was generally viewed as a gentle person, and she liked to think of herself as such, too. She also had a strong sense of justice and personal responsibility, which she assumed was why she and her team had been chosen to infiltrate the hideout of the villain Deku and apprehend him. But the Commission erred when they sent her, or more likely, they erred in their judgment of Deku himself. If he'd been the type to try and evade capture through threats, coercion, or bribery, Ryuko would not have been moved. But he had appealed to her, Nejire, and Momo through his passion.
Had he been attempting to trick them and feed them a string of lies, Ryuko would have seen right through him. But Ryukyu not only listened to his impassioned words but also watched his face while he shared his motives and explained the life experiences that shaped him and put him on this path. She did not believe that anyone could lie with that much passion and conviction. Listening to him speak about what he wanted to do and how he planned on doing it, she could understand why he was attracting such a following and why the Commission feared him as much as they did. This was a man who could change the world, a man who could inspire even a woman as dedicated and sincere as Ryuko to leave the life she knew behind to support him and try to make his dreams possible.
Deku inspired more than just that in her, though. Like her younger teammates, she was not unaffected by his attractiveness. He looked to her like a man who could live a kind life, and yet also was prepared to get aggressive in the bedroom. That was a contrast that Ryuko struggled to find in a man, and it also happened to be her ideal. It was true that she was a fundamentally kind person, but when it came to sex, the dragon in her liked to rear its head. Tender lovemaking had never appealed to Ryuko. She was a woman who needed rough sex; she needed a man who could give it to her hard and also was prepared to let her take over when she was in the mood to be on top. It was exceedingly rare to find a man who even approached her ideal in and out of the bedroom, and none of the men she'd taken a chance on in bed had been able to keep up with her for long. The Dragoon Hero could go hard for hours without being fully satisfied, and in her limited experience, not even a fellow pro hero could keep up with her long enough to leave her content.
Izuku was keeping up better than anyone else ever had. She’d long since lost track of time, so she couldn’t begin to guess how long they’d been fucking, how many different positions they’d gone through, or how often they’d gone from Izuku giving it to her good to Ryuko taking over. He kept up through it all, and any time she moved to switch, he always went along with it and allowed her to take charge of the fuck without complaint. Finding a man with this kind of physical strength and endurance was a rare gift, but a man this strong also being secure enough to have no problem ceding control to his partner wasn’t a gift Ryuko had ever expected to find.
Izuku had her up against the wall now and had been taking her hard for what felt like at least fifteen or twenty minutes by now. Thrusting this hard for this long shouldn't have been possible for a man without the benefit of a quirk to enhance his strength, but Deku was defying the odds and giving Ryuko the best fuck of her life. He was covered in sweat, just like she was, and she could hear his breath coming out in pants. But the fatigue did not stop him from pounding the horny dragoon hero hard enough to make her butt thump against the wall behind her. She had already been incredibly impressed with this man before she’d even seen him naked, but her estimation of him continued to rise the longer he kept up with her. If anyone was actually going to be able to tame the dragoon hero’s sexual desires, it was him.
As it always did, however, the dragon in her demanded to be on top again. They’d switched so often now that she didn’t even need to explain what she was feeling or ask if they could switch. All it took was a tap on his shoulder, and Izuku pulled her away from the wall, put her back down on her feet, and waited to see what she was going to do next.
She pushed him down onto the chair, and she was already straddling his lap and lining the tip of his cock against her pussy by the time his butt got settled on the chair. Ryuko dropped down onto him, drawing a groan out of him as she impaled her pussy on his massive dick. She moaned deliriously at the feeling of being stuffed full again and quickly grabbed onto the back of the chair for support so she could bounce on him hard.
Even with how long they'd been going at it, she was still able to muster a pace so demanding that even a strong man would have been groaning in something other than pleasure after just a few bounces. Not Deku, though. The sweat was flying, and his muscles had to be sore after all of this, but he just sat up in his chair, held on, and let the dragoon hero take everything she wanted from him.
She’d never even approached this point with a partner before, so the feeling was as new to her as it had to be for him. She gasped and grunted as her bounces brought her toward a climax unlike any other. It wasn’t her first orgasm of the night, but even before it hit, she could tell it was going to be the orgasm of the night. This man had already changed her entire worldview both in and out of the bedroom, but now he was going to set a sexual standard that no one else was ever going to be able to meet.
“Oh, yes!” she gasped. “So good! I can’t believe—so good!” These were the first actual words either of them had said for the better part of an hour now; they’d both been too busy grunting to talk. They were hardly eloquent, and they didn’t even come close to explaining everything that Ryuko felt as she rode Deku to a sweaty climax. Looking into his eyes, though, she didn’t think she needed to say a thing for him to understand perfectly. He knew what he’d done for her, and she was sure he also knew that she was going to remain by his side forever. She’d already vowed to help him make this better world a reality, but even if she hadn’t identified with his cause, she might have stayed with him solely so she could keep feeling like this.
"Ryuko," he grunted, putting his arms around her and holding her sweaty body in his lap as he followed her to the finish. She moved her hands from the back of the chair to his shoulders and hugged his face against her cleavage while they came together. Even after everything, she could feel his cum flooding her womb. How could he still have so much to give?
It probably shouldn’t have surprised her after everything. Deku didn't need to raise a fist in anger or issue any threats to achieve his goals. He was the perfect man; he was a man for whom people would gladly risk everything. And for Ryuko, the life-changing sex, and the thick creampie were yet more motivation to leave her life as a hero behind and never look back.
Deku was going to change this world for the better, and she would be there to help him make it happen. But she knew she wasn’t going to be the only one. A man like this was going to continue building support, and eventually, he would wield the power to change the world for the better from the role of an alleged villain.
She, Momo, and Nejire wouldn’t be the only ones to share his body or his heart, either, but that was no concern. He’d already proven that he had what it took to keep his group satisfied and inspired, no matter how large their ranks might eventually grow to be.