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An elegant classical piano tune was playing after Izuku got off the hotel elevator at the bar floor. He wasn’t used to being in these locations even after years of awards ceremonies and hero fundraisers. He tugged nervously at his shirt collar. He went with business pants over jeans, as he’d reassured Ochako. Nothing but the best for somebody who’d been waiting so faithfully.
The glass pane windows overlooking the city made it feel like the restaurant was sitting atop the clouds. The bright, blinking lights of the city shone even through dusk as the sun was setting, turning everything a brilliant orange. Perfect setting for a date.
“You look good,” said a voice from behind him after a few minutes of waiting at the entrance. Looking down, he saw Tomoko with her hair done in an elegant braid. She had the most stunning purple dress on that Izuku’s breath was actually taken away for a brief moment.
“Come on,” Izuku said, gesturing inside. Tomoko giggled, taking his arm.
“Thanks sweetheart, but I’m the one who booked the room and the reservation, remember?”
Izuku flushed red. “R-right, sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s gentlemanly and adorable.”
They strode forth, walking past other diners before sitting down. Izuku was slightly nervous about being recognized, but everybody was intently focused on their partners. It was mainly older couples, he noticed. They were dressed in exceedingly fancy clothes and definitely had an air of sophistication about them. This was no family restaurant.
“Self-absorbed tomcats, huh?” Tomoko said, sitting down as Izuku pulled the chair for her.
“Oh? Uh, I wouldn’t want to make any assumptions, haha!”
“You’re too famous and sexy to mask modesty, Deku,” Tomoko said cheerfully, making Izuku blush further. “Part of why I like it here is because everybody’s too focused on themselves to pay anybody else mind. I mean, these are people who handle business at big conglomerates around you. They only turn their heads up when they see a way to make money.”
“Surely they’re not all that bad?”
“I’m not sure. All I know is I’ve never seen any of the guys’ dates look actively happy to be here with them. They enjoy the drinks, the atmosphere, the view. But not the company.”
“What about my company?” Izuku couldn’t help but asking.
“Well, I guess you’re not half bad.” Tomoko grinned, scratching at her nose. “All the same, I very much appreciate how private this place is. I take advantage of it when I can.”
“That’s why you wanted to come here? Very private setting?”
“You should know, Deku. Privacy is one of a hero’s best resources.”
Izuku smiled. “Couldn’t have put it better myself.”
The waitress came up to them. “Hi there, would you two like to order your drinks?”
“Uh… I don’t know what type of wine to get here–”
“Beer.” Tomoko said flatly. She grinned at Izuku’s look of amazement. “Tap here is surprisingly great.
“Then I’ll get that as well,” Izuku said, pleasantly surprised by his girlfriend’s boldness.
After half an hour, sharing some appetizers and downing a flagon of beer, the two were getting a little tipsy. They kept it down, but the other diners viewed them with disdain. Izuku and Tomoko didn’t care though; they were entirely focused on each other in their small talk.
“I mean, there are so many variations of reports when it comes to hero work! I never know exactly how to describe Pixie-Bob’s excited babbling, but Mandalay breaks it all down very simply whether it’s a rescue op or a villain fight. Did you know Tiger can stretch his body up to ten times its normal length? He says it leaves him feeling numb for a couple days, but if it helps him save the day, he does it without complaint.”
Another person might’ve found the information droll or a means of feigning interest to get into Tomoko’s pants. Not Izuku, however, who was both sweet and radically obsessive over minute details of quirks and heroes to boot. He chattered on with his own input.
“Tiger’s Quirk is hard to use, sure, but it offers so much flexibility in how to apprehend villains and rescue people in need! I bet he could even extend the amount he stretches by using a support item as a sort of anchor, and for your reports–”
As they kept chattering and several glasses of beer slid across their table, Izuku and Tomoko found themselves getting tipsy. They were giggling over the smallest things, going over more tales of hero exploits and odd Quirk accidents, or Tomoko’s dress slipping–WAIT TOMOKO’S DRESS WAS SLIPPING, Izuku thought in a panic,
“Ah, whoops! Looks like the girls have plans of their own,” Tomoko said, for her bosom had been sliding out of her dress for several minutes due to her lazily leaning to the side. Izuku caught a quick flash of pink before those beautiful globes were properly covered once again.
“Hm? Disappointed?” Tomoko smirked, pinching the tip of Izuku’s nose.
“I-it’s not that, I just–” Izuku stumbled over his words, to which Tomoko giggled again. A waiter took this time to walk forward.
“Ah, miss, if you have had too much to imbibe–”
“Ohhhh I know, here go shut those snooty geezers in the back up for me.” Tomoko shoved a few yen bills into the waiter’s hand and shooed him away, waving at the finely dressed elderly pair viewing her with disdain.
“These people sure do have some… pretty high standards,” Izuku said cautiously.
“Oh they’re just assholes, let’s call ‘em what they are.” Tomoko sipped more of her beer.
“Or we could do that…”
“Jeez. One part I don’t miss about being a pro hero was having to deal with the snottier civilians who couldn’t appreciate being saved. Everybody else would give their thanks, but the more ‘privileged’ individuals see themselves as God’s greatest gifts who are to be naturally and thanklessly protected.”
“So, you do miss the job?” Izuku asked. The question slipped out before he could stop it, before he could think if it might upset her. Yet he couldn’t help but to make absolutely sure people were okay when he felt there was cause for concern.
Tomoko didn’t speak for several moments. Fearing he had upset her, Izuku thought of ways to keep the conversation going, but Tomoko spoke after another minute of silence in a reserved, thoughtful tone that held no trace of irritation.
“I miss helping people with the other Pussy Cats,” she said. “Being a hero out there in the field… they were among the best years of my life. It was ten years out of a dream. But dreams end, you know?”
Izuku thought back to what All Might had said about One For All. The opportunity it granted him. He could relate to what Tomoko was saying: everything that had happened to him in that time had been out of a dream, from his time being a pro hero saving people with a smile, and his time alone with all his women. He wondered what it’d feel like to be Quirkless once more.
A very ugly part of him even wondered if his girls would even love him anymore if so… But no. He couldn’t think like that. Especially not when Tomoko could use some reassurance.
“Dreams don’t have to end,” Izuku said. He reached across the table to grab Tomoko’s hands. Her rose-tinted face grew redder. “Ever. Even if the means by which you do them don’t seem glamorous, or if you feel embarrassed thinking everybody is getting ahead of you… you’re still a hero, no matter what.”
Tomoko was taken aback, a little unsure what to say. Then, with a soft smile, she closed her hand over Izuku’s. “I know, Deku. But thanks for saying that.”
Her yellow eyes, even without Search, seemed to probe the innermost depths of his soul. Feeling pulled toward her, he leaned his head forward until they touched over the table, holding hands. Then, like the touch of softest silk their lips stretched toward each other and they kissed.
Back at the Midoriya mansion, Nejire huffed as she exited the shower. She’d begun the process of moving in over the past couple days and was now getting settled. Like the other girls, she had her own room to chill in while Izuku was out either on hero business or meeting up with another lover for a date.
Drying herself, Nejire walked out of her connecting bathroom in a robe, rubbing at her damp hair with a towel. On her bed, she found Ochako lying on her stomach kicking at her feet, swiping through her phone. She wore a pink nightgown that Momo had made specially for her new figure.
“Ochako?”
“Heyyyy~!” Ochako had always been beautiful in her own right, but the recent boosts from Mei’s experiments turned her into a literal Venus. Nejire’s breath caught in her throat.
“I normally get acquainted with the new girl when Deku’s off doing something else,” Ochako said. She was the same height as Nejire now since their days in high school together, and all of a sudden Nejire didn’t feel like her “senpai” status had much of an advantage with the young woman anymore.
“Where’d you get all this confidence?” Nejire murmured. She couldn’t say she didn’t feel an attraction towards Ochako, especially now that she’d grown fully into her own. That, and they’d had a foursome together just the other night.
Her mentee grinned, groping at her breasts through her robe.
“Like that?”
Nejire blushed. “Ah! Who knew my beautiful kohai would grow up to be such a passionate, ravenous lover…”
“This is my harem too, after all,” Ochako said, pecking Nejire on the cheek and leading her to the bed. Laying her down, she untied her robe and then began kissing down her body, her stomach, all the way to her legs. Shivers of electricity ran through Nejire as her bosom brushed against her.
“You’re sexy as hell, Ochako.” Nejire’s heart was hammering inside her chest.
“You have no idea how hot it is to hear that” Ochako grinned wide, thrills running through her at the sight of her senpai being captivated by her and her new body.
Reaching Nejire’s feet, Ochako began kissing them and lightly biting her toes. Nejire moaned softly, legs stretching out towards Ochako in their passion.
Leaving her toes alone, Ochako returned to her abdomen to kiss and lick her way down towards her core. As that brilliant tongue parted her folds, Nejire gasped again, legs locking around Ochako’s head.
Her hair was a curtain against the covers, parting like her pussy was, being spread apart, being explored so valiantly by this person she was so close to. Years of friendship blossoming into something new. Something exciting. Something that was reaching a fever pitch within her.
Nejire’s strongest reaction was when Ochako reached up to start rubbing at her clitoris. The combined stimulation made Nejire’s eyes roll back in ecstasy, losing her control.
“Ochako, please… Oh God, Ochako! You’re… yes, yes! Ughhhhh~!” Spasming, Nejire came into Ochako’s mouth, who greedily and thoroughly lapped up the ejaculate.
Rubbing at her mouth, Ochako lay on the bed with Nejire lying on her arm. She ran her hands up and down her new partner’s thighs,
“Ahhhh… I needed that.” Nejire said. Then, she began poking at Ochako’s breast with a captivated, curious expression.
“Oh, like what you see?” Ochako grinned.
“Daaaaag, these are huge! Can mine get as big as yours?”
“It’ll take some preparations on Mei’s end, but sure. Well, I’m not sure if you’ll want the exact same size–”
“I say go Plus Ultra, right? Hehehe!” Nejire’s mischievous laugh was endearing, and she leaned down in order to begin suckling at Ochako’s gigantic brast.
“Ohhhhh~” Ochako moaned sweetly, hugging Nejire to her bosom. Her hand snuck down, pinching the woman’s butt as she inhaled her tits.
In between her sucking, Nejire paused for a question. “But hey, Ochako? I have some questions?”
“Shoot,” said Ochako, welcoming Nejire going back down to suck her nipples again. She was very used to Nejire’s random bouts of curiosity. In fact, it was part of what she loved about the girl. Well, that and her tongue, as she was beginning to discover…
Nejire asked her questions in between sucks. “ Mmm… Why isn’t Tsuyu part of this yet…? Mph , or Miss Ryukyu?”
“That’s…” Ochako scratched her chin awkwardly. “I mean, when was the last time you got up and asked somebody to be part of a poly relationship? Without any prompting?”
“I’d do it right now if I could,” Nejire said bluntly. “Want me to call them?”
“No!” Ochako said, slightly panicking at the thought of Nejire spilling the beans before taking a deep breath and calming herself. Despite being older and fairly observant, Nejire could sometimes act innocently airheaded in a way that proved reckless at best, and outright disastrous at worst.
“No. I appreciate the thought, Nej, but I’d really like to tell them myself. Actually, with how long we’ve had this going, I’ve been getting more and more afraid of what Tsuyu’s reaction will be. But I guess the longer we wait, the more upset she’d be, so better rip off the band-aid sooner rather than later.”
Nejire pouted. “So long as you promise. Otherwise…”
She took a playful bite at Ochako’s nipple, making her gasp in shock. She smacked Nejire’s ass, both of them giggling.
“Naughty girl~!”
“I’ll make it up to you, then.” Nejire grinned as she hoisted her breasts up. “I know they’re not as big as yours - yet - but I think a healthy young woman like you should appreciate my pair.”
“Awwww, c’mere you~!”
“Eeeeek! O-Ochako, take it slow! There’s an art to making love to a girl…”
“Deku isn’t the only one who can leave you guys walking funny for a couple days...”
“You’re such a naughty little kohai, teehee! Ah, ahhhhhh~!”
As the intensity of their coitus heightened, the bedframe started shaking to the point of creaking. Frequently, at that.
The hotel room door swung wide open. Izuku knew the hotel was a fancy place, but he was still quite impressed by the spacious suite. A large kitchen, spacious living room, connecting into a master bedroom with a luxurious bathroom. It was everything one could want from a five star experience…
Of course, he was too busy feeling up Tomoko’s body to pay attention to much more than that.
“You’ve been getting so handsy since the elevator,” Tomoko breathed. The beer was still heavy in both of their systems, and whatever caution Izuku usually had was being thrown by the wayside. He’d been exploring Tomoko’s body, at her urging, and was getting a good feel of her by now.
“AH!” Tomoko shrieked as Izuku grabbed her ass through her dress. Massaging the cheeks, he kissed her deeply. He could feel her legs quiver in anticipation, the needy moaning belying her insatiable want of him.
Tongues pressing against each other, Izuku reached back to undo the ties of Tomoko’s dress. The rich purple began slipping off her, revealing more of her shoulder blades and back until it pooled around on the floor. It looked quite expensive, and perhaps if they were more mindful they’d have draped it more carefully over a chair or on the table. But Izuku was too distracted by Tomoko in only her underwear to care much.
Grasping her chin, tilting it up for another kiss, Izuku smacked her ass. Yelping, Tomoko lurched forward right into Izuku’s mouth, who readily began kissing her again. He kept swatting her butt, feeling it up over and over.
“You’re still working out…” he mused.
“Idiot… a hero always has to be at the top of her game whether she’s on duty or not!” Leaping up, Tomoko wrapped her legs around Izuku.
“Was this how you took down criminals? They must’ve had a real treat.”
“In their dreams,” Tomoko snorted, biting at Izuku’s lip, hungrily gasping as they made out. “They’d perv out on me and the girls constantly, but I actually got a thrill out of it knowing they’d never get to hit it. Got to see their eyes full of regret as they got carted off…”
“You could give Midnight a run for her money in the kink department.”
“Maybe I want to,” Tomoko blurted out. She made sure her chest was pressed nice and tight against Izuku, clinging to him tightly. Never wanting to let go. And for tonight, she wouldn’t have to.
Hoisting her up again, Izuku used Blackwhip to nudge open the door to the bedroom and dropped her onto the sheets. Kissing up her stomach, he stopped at her breasts before inhaling one of her nipples. Sighing, Tomoko held Izuku’s head close, especially as he kept feeling up her sides and her butt.
Being pampered definitely had its perks.
“They’re not that big…” Tomoko sighed.
“But they’re absolutely gorgeous,” Izuku said, kissing her cleavage. He involuntarily humped at her leg, the needy friction getting Tomoko going as well. In her euphoria, she began kicking her feet, her pussy yearning for Izuku’s throbbing member to penetrate her in the deepest, most intimate way possible.
As the heel of her foot dug into Izuku’s back, he got the message. Tugging off his own shirt and pants, he was left soon in only boxers and socks. Tomoko stared, reddening at the sight of Izuku’s
“What do you eat to keep that figure?”
“Four thousand calories… on a slower day.”
“Whoaaaaaa…”
“But I’ve picked up a lot of cooking recipes and skills in my time as a hero to reach those I’ll make you some dinner sometime.”
“When?”
“After I’ve fucked you and made you mine,” Izuku said simply. Tomoko gasped as he peeled off her panties, exposing her glistening crotch to him. Izuku leaned close, breathing on it. He gave her a few licks.
“Oh~! D-Deku, I can’t believe you’d… Ahhhh~!”
In Izuku’s analytical breakdown of sex with his numerous lovers, he’d come to realize that offering service pre-coitus was actually the best way of making sure they were the most comfortable. And he was nothing if not eager to serve.
Izuku leaned forward and licked up Tomoko’s slit. The wet appendage brushed her bean, which made Tomoko kick her feet from the intensity. Gasping, she held tight onto Izuku’s head and pressed him further into his crotch.
Prodding further past her folds, Izuku reached for Tomoko’s depths like it was a succulent feast. The way her walls wrapped around his tongue, the plushness of her thighs as he sought purchase for better cunnilingus. All part of the process in making Tomoko feel the best she’d ever felt in her life.
“Mmm… oh God… you’re too good at this!” Tomoko was smiling lazily, eyes unfocused due to the pleasure of both Izuku’s tongue and the buzz she was still feeling from the beer. “Ahhh, I’m gonna… I’m gonna… Nnnnnnnnnnngh~!”
Tomoko finally came, her legs growing rigid. She relaxed after the orgasm had run through her, taking deep gasps of air to overcome. Wiping his mouth, Izuku was about to rinse out his mouth before Tomoko grabbed him by the shoulders and yanked him down, planting a huge, passionate kiss on his lips, pussy juice and all.
“D-Dominate me again…” she panted when she let him go, eyes murky with lust as she began begging for more. She wore a somewhat vacant smile, mind fixated only on Izuku and his sexual prowess. “Penetration, this time…”
“Yes, ma’am.” Izuku kissed her again, and then gave a few more loving licks to her chest as well. He did a quick rinse in the sink and came back, resting his long penis over her pussy, reaching up to her stomach.
“E-eek!” She yelped, lust-clouded smile widening as she stared at the massive member in delight.
“Make it hard,” Izuku ordered.
“H-how…”
“All you gotta do is stroke it. Gently, though.”
Biting her lip, Tomoko began lightly brushing his cock. She felt it twitch against her abdomen, rising slightly. Transfixed, she continued stroking and felt the soft flesh turning hard as rock. Stiffening into a rod that filled her palm, Izuku’s cock pointed up at an angle aimed between Tomoko’s eyes.
Biting her lip, Tomoko tapped at the bulbous head curiously. The cock twitched in response, like a snake ready to strike. Feeling another shiver run through her, Tomoko guided the rod towards her entrance. Halfway there, Izuku grabbed hold of her hips again and angled himself down towards her pussy. Maintaining eye contact with her, he managed to enter her halfway before her tightness prevented him from going further.
As his huge cock sank into her, Tomoko’s eyes crossed from the sensation. More wonderful than anything she’d ever experienced. It was both fulfilling and “filling” in both senses, stretching her insides to a point before it’d be uncomfortable allowing her to experience maximum pleasure.
“Ehhhhhh~” Tomoko moaned, the alcohol and the powerful feeling of Izuku’s dick inside her finally overwhelming her sluggish senses. Izuku grabbed onto her shoulders and began moving his hips. He pulled out, and then pushed in, sinking deeper inside Tomoko until more of his penis was fitting inside her.
Shifting so that Tomoko was now sitting in Izuku’s lap, the extra oomph her weight gave to their sex let Izuku’s dick push into her with more ease. The deeper it went, the more numbed Tomoko felt. She kissed Izuku again, surprising herself with her enthusiasm. The bucking and riding she was doing was milking that amazing, throbbing cock for all it was worth.
Tomoko threw her hair back as Izuku kissed at her collarbone and up her neck, pushing her hips further into his motions to keep herself in step with his movements. It was truly amazing, feeling the gentle strength with which he fucked her.
“Faster…” she whispered, and the great beast that was roiling inside Izuku, raring to go, appeared to be let further off its chain. Grabbing onto both of her hips, Izuku pumped her up and down his shaft, possessed only by the concept, the sheer need, to fuck her until her eyes would roll into the back of her skull overwhelmed by pleasure.
Her nails like cat claws digging into his back, Tomoko let herself be swept away. The indescribable bliss of his pulsating cock, the filling inside her, the repetition of that searing heat within her innermost place. Over, and over, and over again.
Heels bumping at the top of Izuku’s buttocks, Tomoko hugged Izuku closer. Her breasts squished tightly against his impressive torso, feeling his rippling abdomen against her own stomach. She bit at his neck, mewing like a cat as she continued to ride him.
“Mph, mph, mph…” She kissed his neck adoringly, licking up and down. It sent shivers through Izuku where she’d nip and suck at his skin like an adorable feline. Facing each other, she bit at his lip playfully before they kissed again, moaning and fucking with verve.
“I’m gonna explode…” Tomoko moaned, still happily bucking. Her heel dug into Izuku’s butt painfully as her breath started hissing. He began sucking on her own neck in return, pushing upwards with a great amount of strength and kissing her roughly as he ejaculated inside her.
Screaming with delight, Tomoko felt the warm seed fill her up. As Izuku pulled out, it dripped out of her.
“I feel so warm, nya,” Tomoko said, flicking her wrist in a catlike way. Unable to stop himself from laughing, Izuku started warmly kissing her, the two happy simply to make out as he lay on top of her.
After a few minutes of the sloppy noises of their lips, the pair lay side by side, looking at one another. Izuku tenderly brushed a few strands of ruffled green hair out of Tomoko’s eyes, to which she instinctively began kissing his fingers.
“Mmm…” Tomoko took a sniff at his knuckles. “That distinct Deku smell.”
“Doesn’t smell bad, I hope?”
“Oh, it’s horrible!” Tomoko grinned, hugging and pecking him on the lips as they both laughed at her joke. Then, a slightly awkward silence fell between them.
“What?” Izuku finally asked.
“Well… it’s kinda embarrassing. It was just a thought that came into my head at random…”
“No, no, say it.”
“Well, I’ve… always wondered what quirks could be like during sex…” Tomoko flushed red. “That doesn’t seem too extreme, does it?”
“I mean, so long as you’re careful with them it’s not a problem. You’ve never tried using ‘em?” Izuku’s fingers were brushing Tomoko’s pelvis, making her core quiver in its yearning. She shuddered.
“I did it with this guy, god he sucked…” Tomoko said. “My official V card getting cut up and I barely got to enjoy it.”
“I’m sorry about that,” Izuku said, smiling. “Wish that hadn’t happened to you.”
“That’s just life,” Tomoko sighed. “So… you ever use Blackwhip for anything… well…”
Izuku leaned in and murmured, “All the time.” Tomoko flushed beet red as he began snaking down, kissing over her breasts, her stomach, and back again. Goosebumps raised over her skin, the lovingness with which he did everything making her gasp and shudder. Running his hands up and down her, savoring her softness, ensuring she felt every last brush and caress of her wonderful frame before he proceeded with the next step.
THWIP! Smoky black tendrils shot out, wrapping themselves tightly around Tomoko’s thighs. Oohing, Tomoko shimmied her body down until the tip of her cock was teasing her entrance again. Smacking her butt, eliciting a salacious gasp, Izuku paused.
“You know about my Quirk Fa Jin, right?”
Tomoko couldn’t hide the excited glint in her eyes. “Dude, fuck yes. Use it.”
“It might hurt…”
“Boy, it’s not about the speed. It’s about the power of it.” Licking her lips as Izuku began pumping his waist back and forth, allowing the kinetic energy to build within his pelvis. Tomoko, gasping heavily, realized that Blackwhip was for her to not shoot off the bed.
“Here I go…”
Drooling, Tomoko held her face in her hands as Izuku lined up. And…
POW! His waist shot forward, cock slipping fast inside her. Gasping, Tomoko arched her back for what felt like the dozenth time that night. The Blackwhip suspension kept her in place, but she could feel the power of it. And it didn’t hurt either, Izuku had judged it perfectly.
“Again… AGAIN!” Tomoko begged. She squealed once again as Izuku thrust back and then forward, penis expanding her insides rapidly, before slowly being pulled back out. This maximized the pleasure for them both, the sudden bursts of speed, followed by slow extraction, made the process so enjoyable for them both.
Kisses and sweet nothings shared between them, this intimate embrace escalated as Izuku brought Tomoko up so he could begin piledriving her. He adjusted Fa Jin just enough for it to not hurt her. The position wasn’t the most comfortable, but she was really adoring Izuku taking charge like this.
Next, Tomoko found herself carried to the dresser. Her face pressed against the plasma screen of the out-of-date television, the furniture shaking as Izuku railed her from behind over, and over, and over. The coolness of the dresser and TV surfaces soothing Tomoko’s burning skin. She grabbed onto the TV cords for support, inadvertently yanking them out of the wall.
Spinning around, she inhaled Izuku’s lips as he pressed her against the wall besides the door frame. She scrabbled around for purchase before settling on wrapping herself entirely around Izuku, hammering her so thoroughly as they kissed, fucked, and loved each other thoroughly. Blackwhip slowly dissipated, Izuku assured that he had a tight hold of her.
Pumping up and down harder and harder, Fa Jin was making Izuku ram into her pussy at higher power, and higher frequency. Stretching back, her bosom jiggling from the exertion, Tomoko placed her hands on Izuku’s shoulders in another way that reminded him of a small cat. Heels digging into his back, they came together once again.
“Another…” Tomoko whispered. “I need more…”
Not needing to hear another word, Izuku whirled Tomoko around and deposited her gently on the bed. Crawling over her, Izuku grabbed hold of her legs and slowly, gently, but commandingly pushed her legs back. Gasping as Izuku pressed down, her body folded totally in a mating press, Izuku entered her.
Gasping at the pressure, the way he was filling her, Tomoko didn’t let herself be shy about her cries of pleasure anymore. She’d been in a headspin all evening, but this was the cherry on top. The way he was manipulating her body, her natural responses to him, the way each and every pore screamed to be with him.
She could be there for hours, for days. She envisioned endless sessions of relentless fucking in a hazy future, impossible but very real and tangible from where she was lying. Izuku’s weight was keeping her legs in place, but she felt she could lie there forever if it meant savoring more of that amazing, thick, pulsating cock, and the way he would dive deep into her.
Nails scratching at his back, Tomoko accepted Izuku’s flurry of kisses. She wanted to be one with him so totally, so completely, she felt her entire autonomy was his for the taking. She would trust nobody else with it, but she’d found the one person she could confide in and trust.
“Deku… fuck me till I go crosseyed…” she whispered. This sparked another intense kiss. Izuku’s green eyes, normally so gentle and kind, were now filled with lustful want. It made Tomoko’s heart gallop afield at a new, lightning fast pace.
The bed, industrial standard it may be, was also creaking from the intensity of their fucking. Fa Jin assisted in the pounding, and in the heat of their swollen lips, sweaty skin, and mixing fluids, the two could feel a mutual build towards their ultimate release.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Tomoko shrieked. “Own my pussy, own my pussy, own my pussy, fuck me, fuck me, fuckme, fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckfuckmeFUCKMEEEEEEEEE!”
With that final crescendo ringing out, Izuku climaxed, and Tomoko let her orgasm coincide with his. Shudders rocking through their bodies, the two rode out the next amazing few seconds before slumping still, their desire abating for a buzzy, soft satisfaction.
Rolling beside her, Izuku held onto Tomoko’s hand as she came down. They took several minutes to let their brains recover from the high they’d experienced.
“Whoa…” Tomoko said, finally. “I mean, like… it was… whoa, but also… whoa you know?”
“Yeah.” Izuku grinned.
“Is that what it’s supposed to be like?”
“Yep.”
“How hard did you go?”
“Decent amount, but I also have to spread things out for eleven women now including you.”
“So like… you could go even harder?”
“I didn’t want you to get saddled with the repair bill,” Izuku said sheepishly. Tomoko stared at him, mind racing through how hard he’d already been going.
“Are you part jackrabbit or something?”
“Haha, no!” Izuku laughed, brushing a tear out of his eye. “Just very enthusiastic.”
“Well, me and my pussy agree that your ‘enthusiasm’ is going to raise Japan’s birth rate single handedly if you’ve got a dozen women doting on you.”
Izuku paled slightly, remembering the fortune teller’s words from a few weeks ago, but quickly covered by blushing at Tomoko’s compliment. “Well. Go beyond, and all that.”
Giggling, the two kissed sweetly. Having their fill after several minutes, they broke apart.”
“I gotta ask, Deku.” Tomoko said. “Would I have, like, shot off if you hadn’t wrapped me in Blackwhip?”
Izuku thought about this for a moment, seeming to give it a little thought. “I can’t say it isn’t a possibility.”
Tomoko began giggling with laughter, at which Izuku joined in as well. The two couldn’t help but picture the image of Tomoko being fired off somewhere in the living room
“Imagine if I just, like, shot in through the wall to the next room? Oh my God! ‘Here comes Kamen Ragdoll!’” At this, the two began roaring and guffawing. It took them a few minutes to settle down, their laughs quieting until they fell silent.
“I was quirkless myself, before I met All Might,” Izuku said softly. Tomoko grasped his fingers instinctively, without thinking, to show her support. As she recoiled and said sorry though, Izuku grasped her hand in his. “To answer your previous question, I think… I’ve always seen myself judged in proportion to One For All. Looking back on it, it was me trying to fill in some kind of role and prove I could have value. I’m not proud of it, but it’s how I felt.
“All that to say, though: I know what it’s like,” Izuku said. He brought Tomoko’s hands up. “I’ve realized when you hold somebody’s hand, you can set them at ease. Make them feel alright, you know?”
“Hm… well, it’s working,” Tomoko said. “By the way: you used that line on Uravity, didn’t you?”
“Uh, well…”
“Don’t clam up, it’s a good one,” Tomoko chuckled. She crawled on top of him, gorgeous breasts squished against his chest.
“I know we should be winding down, but…” Tomoko’s fingers trailed up Izuku’s chest, raising goosebumps. The wanting look in her eyes was making Izuku’s heart start pounding again. “I think the alcohol’s making me want you to fuck my brains out until I can’t walk straight…”
Izuku didn’t need to hear another word. In fact, when he recalled that night a few days after, he didn’t think he nor Tomoko uttered another legible word. He just got right to business, to the mutual and raucous pleasure of them both.
The silhouette of a woman was cast on the shower glass. She was was washing her long hair, prominent ass easily visible by the shadow it cast. She hummed and swayed back and forth, loving her hot, sudsy shower. Any man would drool at the sight of water streaming down her muscled yet curvaceous body.
She also took perverse pleasure in letting the shower pane fog itself up and then pressing her large booty straight against it. She’d make sure it made a full imprint, and then pull back to admire the impressive diameter of each butt cheek. Over and over on different sections of the glass, leaving a full moon imprint with a faint hint at her vulva.
Humming as she exited the shower, she heard her phone ring. She read the text she’d just been sent.
Gravity Bae: I have a proposition for ya, homegirl…
Tsuyu stared at the message. Her heart started beating beside herself, for reasons she didn’t entirely know. However… maybe she did know. The suspicion about her female friends and colleagues’ behavior over the past several months was bubbling to the surface.
Gulping, Tsuyu sent her reply.
Frog Butt: What kind?
The response shot back just a second later, Ochako clearly already typing it out in anticipation and waiting for Tsuyu to respond.
Gravity Bae: Me and Izuku have set up a private little arrangement with some other ladies since spring. Hot and heavy stuff, y’know?
Gravity Bae: You want in?
