Chapter Text
Months had passed since Tsuyu had joined the small harem. In that time, much had changed.
Firstly, Izuku had purchased a mansion on the outskirts of Musutafu. The large home was stationed close enough to respond to emergencies, but far enough to give them privacy. It was modern, sturdy, and practical.
Shelves lined the insides with books and photo albums. The rooms were decorated with furniture and appliances. The multiple rooms provided the necessary space for their growing family.
Especially the master bedroom. The King-sized bed was more than enough room for his high libido.
Manami and Toga had given birth to beautiful girls, resembling their parents. The little bundles of life were brought into this life with healthy lungs.
Manami's daughter was named Hikari. She had raspberry pink hair on her head, freckles on her face, and green eyes. Her room was set up as a nursery, sharing it with her sister.
Toga's daughter was named Izumi. She had green hair, bright yellow eyes, and sharp canines at the ends of her mouth. She was a perfect combination of her parents.
Momo, Tsuyu, and Camie had fallen pregnant as well during this time. Their bellies were beginning to show. With their expected children, the nursery room was decorated with various cradles.
At the moment, Izuku was sitting on a wide couch. The Number One Pro Hero lazily flipped through channels, a remote in hand. It was a rare day off for him, and he was going to enjoy it.
The TV hummed softly while his eyes drifted. His feet rested on the coffee table, basking in the warm atmosphere of his new home.
Around him, the house buzzed with activity.
In the kitchen stood Momo. She prepared tea and a light meal, occasionally creating small utensils with her Quirk to save time. Her enlarged belly sat on the counter to help ease the stress. She glanced toward Izuku now and then, a smile forming as she pictured her life.
Near one of the large windows sat Tsuyu. She was half-curled in a chair, reading a motherhood book. Her legs were tucked up, taking care not to squeeze her fat belly. She occasionally mumbled out loud in a blunt tone, tilting her head. "Huh...I never would've thought of that..."
Camie walked down the stairs in calm, calculated steps. Her hand gripped the guardrail while the other remained on her stomach, rubbing circles on the mound. She peeked at the TV with a chuckle, her voice teasing. "That documentary sucks."
Izuku rolled his eyes playfully.
In another part of the room, Toga lounged. She snored softly with a blanket, snuggling into a reclining chair. Her expression was soft as she slept soundly.
On the balcony, visible through glass windows, stood Manami. She tapped away at a tablet, monitoring their mansion's security systems. She seemed to pause, smile, and click something on the device. As if the wheels in her head started turning.
While the women around him settled and got comfortable, Izuku couldn't help the wide smile on his face. Each one of them only got more beautiful as they blossomed into motherhood.
Even Toga and Manami looked like MILFs after giving birth. It only made him want to impregnate them again.
Glancing around, Izuku noticed Momo finishing up in the kitchen. Tsuyu flipped another page while Toga continued to sleep. Camie walked down the hall, entering their first-floor bathroom.
And finally, Manami's perverted grin told a story none of them knew. Not yet, at least.
Ring! Ring!
The mansion's calm rhythm was broken by the cheerful chime of the doorbell.
"Huh...we have a visitor..." Momo glanced over her shoulder, stirring her tea with one hand. "Do you think it's your mother again?"
"I hope not," Izuku chuckled, standing up. He set the remote down on the coffee table, stretching his muscles with a pop. "She wouldn't stop gushing over the girls last time she came. I'm not ready to deal with that on my day off."
The green-haired hero walked over to the front door in his socks. He glanced over at Manami, who seemed calm. He knew the person on the other end couldn't wish them danger, or she would've instantly alerted them.
Thus, with a curious mind, Izuku opened the door.
Standing there, practically glowing with boundless energy, was Nejire Hado. Her hair caught the sunlight behind her, glowing beautifully. Her smile, twinkling eyes, and cute outfit were quite the sight.
She had long, periwinkle-blue hair that reached down her legs. It twisted and curved at the ends, swaying in the wind. Her blue eyes and thick eyelashes were striking features. She had a fair complexion, curved build, and an enthusiastic attitude.
She was dressed in civilian clothing, likely having the day off as well. She wore a pink sweater, a gray skirt, and brown sandals. A handbag, likely her purse, hung off her shoulder. It was decorated with golden stars and had dark leather stitching.
"Oh my goodness, hi! It's been forever!" Nejire began, leaning forward. "Your place is huge! I mean, I knew you'd probably end up somewhere nice, but this is like...whoa! You know?"
"H-Hey, Nejire," Izuku laughed with a sheepish expression, "Sorry for my surprise, but I wasn't expecting you. I haven't seen you since my time at U.A. High."
Nejire didn't seem to mind. She waved off his words with a giggle, "Don't sweat it! I was in the area and thought I should visit! I heard that Tsuyu-chan was pregnant and wanted to check out the baby...! If that's okay?"
Her head tilted slightly with a cute smile. Her beaming attitude seemed to remain the same after all these years.
"Damn! Those thighs are thick! I never really noticed how curvy she was..." Izuku thought with momentary shock, not expecting Nejire out of everyone to be at his door. He wondered if this was Manami's doing.
Hearing the commotion, Tsuyu walked forward. Her book was tossed on the chair, her hand resting on the bump in her stomach. "Is that who I think it is?"
Nejire caught the woman, peeking past Izuku, "Tsu-chan!"
Izuku stepped aside, allowing Nejire to walk in. Out of respect, the woman removed her sandals while he closed the door.
"It's been a long time, ribbit~."
Nejire seemed to light up even more, "It has! I knew we couldn't hang out as much since you started dating Izuku-kun, but man, it's great to see you! You're glowing!"
"Thanks, ribbit~," Tsuyu smiled, adjusting a strand of her long hair behind her ear.
The two women had been great friends. Tsuyu had been in the right area at the right time, saving Nejire from falling debris during a mission. Since then, they have become close friends.
Nejire couldn't visit because of her responsibilities, but on her day off, she decided to see her friend. And she wasn't regretting that decision!
"I guess no more nights out at the bar," Nejire giggled, grabbing Tsuyu's hands. Her thumbs ran circles while her eyes were focused on the enlarged stomach. "It's surreal to think you're a mother...but it suits you."
The rest of the house began to stir. Camie peeked over the couch; Toga slowly awoke from her slumber; Manami walked in from the balcony; and Momo set down her tea.
Nejire barely made it three steps before the living room buzzed with activity. People began to walk forward, creating a small circle around her.
"Okay, this is amazing..." Nejire began with awe in her voice, "Not only are your hero rankings skyrocketing, but you're training with other heroes too!"
"Training?" Manami repeated with a shake of her head. She glanced at Tsuyu with a half-grin, "You never told her about our situation?"
"I forgot, ribbit~," Tsuyu shrugged. "I just told her I was with Izuku-kun and nothing more."
"Hmm? Am I missing something?" Nejire repeated with an innocent look and tilt of her head.
"We're not sparring partners," Toga yawned while sitting up, tossing her blanket aside, "We're all lovers. Specifically to Izuku-kun."
"Oh...OH!" Nejire perked up, understanding the implication. She glanced around the room, a realization setting in her voice. "Is that why you're all pregnant?"
"Well, yeah, that's how sex works," Toga repeated with a smile. She stood off the reclining chair, popping her back. "...Fuck, I'm still getting used to these big tits. It's a pain in my back."
"What Toga-chan is saying is that we're all in a relationship with Izuku-kun. Think of it as a harem," Momo clarified, both hands on her stomach. With her flowing dark hair, gentle eyes, and small smile, she seemed like the picture-perfect wife. Especially with her impressive rack, which had only been enlarged by pregnancy.
"A growing harem," Manami interjected with a wiggling finger, "We always have room for one more!"
Camie rolled her eyes. That was typical Manami behavior. She trekked forward, bowing slightly, "It's a pleasure to meet, Hado-san. I've seen some of your hero work online."
"Oooh, Utsushimi!" Nejire smiled brightly, "I remember you from that battle with All for One. You're just as elegant as ever! I love that for you!"
"You're like a sparkly firecracker," Toga chuckled, glancing down at the milk stains on her shirt. It seemed she lactated through the fabric once again.
"Thank you! You're way cooler than back then!" Nejire complimented genuinely, dropping Tsuyu's hands.
"I hope so...the last time we saw each other was on the battlefield," Toga chuckled, "But that's behind me now. I would much rather prefer being a bed warmer than a fighter. It's better for the soul."
Tsuyu chose this moment to speak up, "Come on. You came to see me, so let's go talk. We gotta catch up."
"If you want, you can take her to the nursery," Manami pointed out, pointing over her shoulder. "I'm sure Hikari-chan and Izumi-chan wouldn't mind meeting someone as nice as her."
"Oh. My. GOSH! Do you have babies? I didn't know that!" Nejire sparkled again, placing both hands on her face. "You gotta show me those precious little girls!"
Tsuyu shook her head in amusement. As good-hearted as Nejire was, she was scatterbrained. She meant well, but she was rather straightforward. The girl wore her emotions on her sleeve.
"Alright, follow me then."
As Tsuyu led Nejire toward a quieter part of the mansion, the energy shifted slightly. The others fell back into their rhythms, though there was a clear interest in the newcomer.
None more so than Manami.
...
"So," Nejire began, "Tell me everything! How have you been?"
The two sat in the mansion's backyard, taking a seat under a large umbrella. A glass table separated the two, while smooth winds and chirping birds filled the environment.
They had just finished visiting the nursery that made Nejire gush with love. Seeing something so precious made her heart burst.
"I've been well," Tsuyu said simply, leaning back into her chair. "Busy but comfortable...I originally went to look for Momo-chan and ended up finding her trail to Izuku-kun's apartment. One thing led to another, and before you knew it, I was knocked up."
"Oh my!" Nejire placed her chin on her left palm, "You practically stumbled into this life then, huh?" Her eyes squinted with positivity, a giggle escaping her lips.
Tsuyu nodded, "It's been good here. Izuku-kun treats me well, and I don't mind it."
"Lucky gal!" Nejire smiled, "Most women would be jealous of your situation! I mean, you're sleeping with the Number One Hero and living in a mansion! I think that's a win!"
"You should see us in bed, then most women really would be jealous."
"Hmm...?" Nejire trailed off, glancing over her shoulder. She watched as Manami, with her bouncing hair, took a seat next to them. She placed her tablet on the table, humming softly. "What do you mean?"
"Well, Izuku-kun is quite the breeding stud. How else do you think he can keep up with all of us? Not to mention that every creampie practically guarantees a baby," Manami giggled behind her hand. The environment seemed to shift as Nejire imagined the hero naked.
Manami continued, swiping through a few applications on the tablet. "Good thing you visited when you did."
"Why's that?"
Tsuyu seemed to catch where the conversation was going. She remained silent as her harem sister directed the dialogue. "Well, you caught us on an off day. We're usually dressed in our normal attire."
"Normal...attire?" Nejire dragged the words out as Manami pulled up the tablet. The tech-savvy woman had pulled up photos of their day-to-day routines. She turned the device toward her, tilting it on the table.
And it was mind-blowing!
She could see pictures of each woman dressed in nothing but a thong. No bra, no socks, no shirts, just panties. Their tits were out in the open, lactating in some cases. It was almost overwhelming for Nejire.
All of it was footage from their home cameras. Screenshots that Manami saved for future use. Pictures that could turn another woman into her man's hands.
Manami swiped the photos, occasionally glancing to read Nejire's reaction. "Yep, this is how we typically dress. In our house, we have a 'thong-only' rule. It gives Izuku-kun easier access to our bodies when he's in the mood."
"Free use is what we call it, ribbit~," Tsuyu added on with a nod. It was something she didn't mind.
One picture showed Momo bent over the couch, receiving a pounding from Izuku. It only captured his back muscles, but he looked like a brick wall of flesh.
Another picture displayed Camie with her eyes rolled backward, wrapping her legs around Izuku as he fucked her on the kitchen counter. She looked like the spitting image of a satisfied woman.
Nejire's eyes widened as the final photo came into view. It showed her friend, Tsuyu, blushing with a lidded gaze. She had her tongue wrapped around Izuku's cock while it penetrated her gushing pussy in the missionary position. All the while, they fucked on the table she was sitting at.
The blue-haired woman glanced at the glass table. She was setting her elbow at a spot her friend fucked on.
"Don't worry, we clean the surfaces when the fun's over," Manami assured with a smile. "But it's a little taste of what Izuku-kun's capable of. Imagine being topless, walking with freedom, and having a bull to fuck at all times? It's paradise."
"Alright, that's enough. Nejire-chan is already in a relationship; she doesn't need to see this. Ribbit~," Tsuyu replied in a flat tone. She knew that Manami's scheming mind was always on the move.
"Well...actually, Mirio-san and I broke up a few weeks ago. Things didn't work out in the end," Nejire revealed, trying to calm her racing heart. A faint blush spread across her pretty features as she looked back into her friend's eyes. "I was meaning to tell you."
"See? It all works out!" Manami wiggled her eyebrows, continuing to scroll on her tablet. "I know that look on your face! You have an itch to scratch, don't ya? Probably got baby fever from visiting the nursery."
Nejire didn't confirm these facts, but she had to rub her thighs to lessen her arousal. Seeing those lewd expressions, even with no noise, got her hormones spiking.
She hadn't been touched by a man in a long time. Even during her relationship with Mirio, she didn't have much sex. The man had a low sex drive, and since she didn't want to make him uncomfortable, she never pushed him for it.
An awakening formed in the deepest part of Nejire's heart. An awakening that she didn't know was there, but had been with her the entire time. An awakening that could only be triggered by seeing what a real man could do.
Izuku was that type of man.
"Nngh...I can't be thinking this stuff! I'm fantasizing over Tsu-chan's man!" Nejire tried to reason with herself. However, it was difficult when she imagined herself in these women's positions.
To be in a thong only, used whenever he wanted, was something she wanted to experience. To be taken roughly, left as a mewling mess by the end of it. It was tempting.
Tsuyu raised her brow while Manami's smirk grew wider. They both examined Nejire's blushing face and rubbing thighs. Signs that clearly spoke for her unsaid arousal.
"You just want to be fucked, right? I can feel the heat radiating off you," Manami spoke in a sing-song voice, stopping the pictures on an image of Izuku balls-deep in Toga. "There's nothing wrong with following your body's desires. Especially since you're single now."
"I-I...I just need a second to breathe..." Nejire huffed, biting her lower lip. The cheerful attitude had shifted into something lewd. "I-I don't think I can...do these kinds of things..."
"Oh yeah? Then why can't you tear your eyes away from the screen?" The edges of Manami's mouth curved upward, "I don't even think you've blinked since I started showing you."
Tsuyu tilted her head. She rubbed her pregnant belly, wondering if her friend would join their harem after all.
She didn't mind her joining; in fact, Tsuyu would've enjoyed spreading Izuku's love with someone as deserving as Nejire. It truly came down to her decision.
Manami leaned forward slightly, whispering with a grin. "Think about all the fun you can have. Keep your hero career if you want, just take time off when Izuku-kun knocks you up. That way it's a win-win."
"I...you..." Nejire huffed, curling her lips inward and shuddering. Her thighs rubbed furiously, her flower moistening.
"Accept, and you'll experience a euphoria that most women dream of," La Brava finalized with a glint in her eyes. "Just know that once Izuku-kun fucks you, you belong to him and him only. No running back to whatever ex-boyfriend you have."
Nejire sat in that chair for a long while, contemplating what to do.
She had arrived at this location to catch up with her friend. Maybe share a cup of tea. Maybe gossip about the latest drama. Anything to pass the time.
And yet, as she sat in the backyard of this beautiful mansion, she couldn't shake the thought of Izuku using her body. Taking what he wanted. Slamming his massive girth inside her tight poontang.
Manami's sweet words made her will falter. The promises and fantasies made her exhale loudly.
The rubbing of Tsuyu's belly was a reminder of what was to come. There was no doubt in Nejire's mind that Izuku would knock her up if given the chance. She would have to permanently alter her hero career to raise her children.
Was she willing to make that leap of faith? To forget any chance of reconciliation with Mirio and take a chance with Izuku? Did she truly want to make that choice?
The answer came that night.
...
The door to the master bedroom swung open with a soft click. Izuku Midoriya stepped inside, yawning into a closed fist. He had fallen asleep on the couch and decided it was time to call it.
The Number One Hero was shirtless as he walked. His chiseled torso was a testament to his countless battles, his sweatpants hanging loose on his hips.
Just as he turned on the bedroom light, his eyes absorbed the scene before him.
It was breathtaking eroticism. His bedroom, a vast space accompanied by a King-sized bed, had been transformed into a place for his sexy harem. And the women were waiting for him.
Momo, glowing with the beauty of late pregnancy, was lounging against a mountain of pillows. Her hand rested protectively on her swollen belly, her G-cup tits leaking milk down her breasts. Her legs were spread slightly, allowing him to catch a glimpse of her pink pussy glistening.
Camie lay next to her, a satisfied smirk on her face. She had both hands above her head, revealing shaved armpits. Her luscious hair fell to her shoulders, while her strawberry nipples leaked breast milk in spurts. Her enlarged rack and belly were enticing.
Toga was perched on the edge of the bed, a feral smirk on her face. While she wasn't pregnant, it didn't take away from her motherly beauty. She had flared hips, DD-cup breasts that bounced, and a trimmed bush above her cunt.
Manami, devout and small, knelt on the floor. Her gaze was fixed on Izuku as he walked in, her hefty tits swaying side to side. Her taut stomach, creamy ass, and smooth skin made Izuku want to knock her up again.
Tsuyu sat on a chair in the corner, nestled by a wooden dresser. She had one hand on her stomach, while the other rested on her left tit. Her nipples glistened with milk droplets, threatening to spill out at the slightest touch.
None of them was wearing clothes, and yet, they weren't the focus. Not yet. They were the audience.
The woman in the center of the bed was Nejire Hado. She was a bundle of nervous, lustful energy. Her long hair cascaded down her back, perfectly still. She was on her hands and knees, her head bowed low to the covers.
Her tits were exposed to another man for the first time. Izuku realized the E-cups, topped with large areolas, rivaled some of his other women. Her curvy thighs, smooth stomach, silky flesh, and painted toes made his cock throb.
"We have a surprise for you, daddy~," Camie winked, her voice a melodic purr that was laced with devotion. She curled her hands above her head, wiggling her ass side to side. "A new offering."
"I hope you enjoy it, master~," Momo added on, chewing her bottom lip while squeezing a leaking nipple. "Tsuyu-chan and Manami-chan worked hard to make this happen."
Izuku's lips curved into a slow, cocky smile. He locked his eyes on Nejire, on the trembling anticipation in her posture.
He walked toward the bed, his movements fluid and confident. As if he'd been in this situation a million times before. A certain experience that only the most skilled men had.
"Nejire...you look great," His voice was low, rumbling through the room. It sent shivers down the spines of the women. They knew this tone was only reserved for the bedroom.
"Don't forget what we talked about," Manami smiled, lowering a finger to her wet cooch. She wanted to get off on what was about to happen. "Tell him. Now."
Nejire nodded shakily, "P-Please ask me if I've been a g-good girl."
Izuku glanced at Manami before returning his gaze to the newcomer. Based on La Brava's perverted smirk, something was coming out of this. "...have you been a good girl?"
"Y-Yes...Master..." Nejire nodded, her voice small and breathy. "I-I need your fat cock to survive...p-please fuck me..."
Those words made Izuku's adrenaline spike. He never would've thought that the sweet and bubbly Nejire was capable of such crude speech. It was an incredible turn on.
Whatever Nejire had talked to Manami about, it was enough to make her urges come forward.
"And shake that ass! Wear that thong like you mean it!" Manami added.
Nejire did so, waving her large ass in the air. Izuku focused on the jiggling rump, groaning softly as his mind wandered.
He didn't want to wait anymore.
The hero climbed onto the bed, not bothering to hide the thick bulge straining against his sweatpants. He whispered into Nejire's ear, commanding her to turn around. She shuddered and complied, bringing her rear to his face.
"I'm going to make a mess of you..." Izuku promised with a growl. The only things in his head were lust, sex, and excitement. The same emotions he always felt when things spiced up in the bedroom.
Nejire trembled under his touch, "O-Ooh!"
With his index finger, he slowly pulled down the black thong. Once it hung around her knees, Izuku licked his lips.
The sight was satisfying.
The twat was tight, painfully tight. The creamy, fluffed lips twitched with excitement. A tiny gap between them revealed a pink, glistening slit. The crack of her ass only enticed his body even more.
"Looks like Izuku-kun is about to get started," Momo giggled, "I know that look all too well."
"Shh, don't interrupt," Toga hushed with a playful tone, "I like seeing him when he gets like this."
"Haah~! M-Mee...too," Manami shivered, fingering her cunt.
Tsuyu groped her tits with soft moans while Camie breathed in sharply, biting the inside of her cheek. Both watched in comfortable silence.
The Pro Hero ignored the conversation around him, laser-focused on the bent-over woman. It was then that Izuku decided he wouldn't start with her pussy. He didn't touch her throbbing clit or leaking labia folds.
Izuku leaned down, his face level with her perfect ass. He pulled her cheeks aside, exposing the puckered, pink asshole.
Cool air rushed in, hitting the sensitive spot. Nejire dug her face into the pillows, her fingers grasping the covers, "Nnfh~! Wmhph~!" She had never had her ass played with in this manner before.
And then, the green-haired stud began eating her ass.
Slurp~! Thlick~!
A sharp intake of breath came through Nejire. She instinctively tried to pull away, but Izuku's calloused palms kept her firm. His grip around her luscious thighs was iron-tight.
"A-Aah! Oh!" Nejire's soft moans echoed in the pillows. She gripped the sheets tighter.
It wasn't a gentle exploration. It was an act of pure dominance. He flattened his tongue and licked a wet stripe from her clit all the way up to the tight ring around her asshole.
"Shh...just feel it," Camie murmured with a lidded gaze. She slowly reached a finger down to her aching mound, joining her harem sisters in pleasure.
The hero's tongue became a weapon of carnal pleasure. He circled the tight hole, his movements firm and consistent. He sharpened it to a point and pressed it firmly.
He teased it. He probed it. And he dealt with a throbbing cock the entire time.
Slurp~! Thlick~!
The other women watched in a transfixed daze. Toga was openly masturbating, her hand buried between her legs. Her eyes were glued to the dominant display.
Tsuyu's breath came in soft pants, her toes curling while watching her friend.
As for Nejire, she was lost in a sea of sensation. The feeling of Izuku's hot, wet tongue was overwhelming. Her most forbidden place, a spot that hadn't been touched before, was being assaulted.
It was dirty. It was depraved...and it was the most incredible thing she had ever felt.
"Ahn~! Fgh~!" Her moans were muffled, her face snuggling deeper. She felt her knees shake as Izuku continued to work his magic. He simply couldn't get enough of her ass.
Then, after licking around the ring and teasing her slit, he finally penetrated the winking anus.
Slurp~! Thlick~!
"OOH!"
"She's really feeling it now...her toes are curling," Camie pointed out, licking her lips. Her tits continued to leak milk as she groped them.
"You tashte amazhing," Izuku pointed out, slurping and consuming her dark cherry. He slid his tongue in and out, dragging it harshly. He enjoyed the way Nejire squirmed and vibrated in his hands.
He curled his tongue, stroking the sensitive walls. His movements were a masterful dance that prepared her what was to come.
The hero was exploring her. Tasting her. Claiming her from the inside out.
The slow, deliberate wiggle of his tongue sent shockwaves down Nejire's spine. She squeaked out as her knees nearly buckled. Izuku's tongue had run over a bundle of nerves she didn't know existed.
He smirked.
"Senshitive shpot, huh? Notedh," The hero mused between her ass cheeks. With a final lick, he pulled back. Strands of saliva stretched from the tight muscle and his lips.
Her asshole, inner ass cheeks, and bottom of her pussy were now soaked in Izuku's spit.
"You're ready now for the real thing," He mentioned, gripping the waist of his sweatpants. "Had to lube you up or else I would've torn you apart."
Nejire heard the fabric fall to the ground, but she wasn't able to see the sight of the shaft. The heavy weight of it slapped against her asscheeks as Izuku prepared himself behind her.
Then, she felt it.
CLAP~! THWACK~!
"Urgh! Holy fuck! It's like your asshole is trying to rip my dick off!" Izuku grunted, slapping her left ass cheek. The hero had to channel some of his Quirk to pull back; that's how much it was sucking him in.
As for Nejire, she screamed into the pillows. A sensation of pleasure she'd never felt before rushed through her veins. Her backdoor virginity had been claimed by this stud's 10-inch shaft.
Cock veins pulsed loudly against her anal walls. His mushroom tip speared the deepest part of her ass. It was spreading the unused walls with such intensity that Nejire collapsed in a moaning heap.
Izuku was having none of that.
"Oh no, grunt~, you're not falling yet," He growled, reaching forward. His hands locked behind her head, pulling apart her legs. With a roar, he stood off the bed and faced her toward the group of masturbating women.
He had her in a Full Nelson. And his cock was halfway sheathed in her rump.
From having no experience to playing with her bum, to having 5 inches shoved in at once was too much for Nejire. Yet when she was folded into a pretzel, held like some sex doll, she realized there were levels to this.
Izuku was truly going to show her just how pleasurable sex could be.
CLAP~! THWACK~!
Nejire was exposed in a vulnerable position. Held in a way that even Mirio never did. It was like jumping from a beginner to an expert.\
"I-Izuku-kun! I-I can't mhh~-take it! You're too big! Y-You're stretching my...OOH...AAH...asshole!"
The mushroom tip scraped against the bundle of nerves, making Nejire mewl loudly. Her blue hair cascaded around them, showering them in a curtain of blue.
Nonetheless, Izuku didn't care for her pleas. Instead, he buried his face in the back of her head. He breathed in her scent, growling while continuing to pummel her tight ass.
Ass flesh rippled with every thundering slam. His balls assaulted her perky clit, spraying the occasional burst of juice.
Her tits jiggled with every impact. Her pussy yawned, the fluffy lips parting from her position. Her legs dangled over Izuku's biceps, held in a firm dance.
She was completely immobilized. A perfect, helpless vessel for Izuku's pleasure. Her ass was lifting, her puckered hole glistening from earlier attention.
If it wasn't for the saliva acting as lube, Nejire fully believed she would've melted.
CLAP~! THWACK~!
Once again, the massive shaft scraped against the bundle of nerves. The action caused Nejire to coo, her toes curling mid-air.
"She's starting to understand why we can't keep up with him," Toga whispered, rubbing her clit in circles. "She's so flexible. So perfect for Izuku-kun."
"She was made for this," Manami added with a low hiss of excitement. Her thrusting fingers created a small squelch. "I spotted the potential from a mile away. Seeing her bubbly attitude turn into an...HMMNH...ahegao slut is so hot!"
"He's so deep! So filling!" Nejire thought with rolled-back eyes, sweat matting down strands of blue hair to her forehead.
She didn't look like the formidable heroine Nejire-chan. Not like one of the 'Big Three' from U.A. High. Not like the cheerful, beautiful young lady they knew her as.
Instead, she looked like some cock-hungry slut. The dark blush on her face, the whites of her eyes, and the twitching of her toes signified that fact.
"He's fucking her like a toy...is that how we look like? Mmnhm~..." Momo asked herself with a sly grin, a blush on her face as well from the constant masturbating. "I love that."
"She's one of us now," Manami huffed.
"Cum, Nejire-chan...NGH...You'll feel better, ribbit~," Tsuyu panted, squeezing some milk from her right nipple. She twisted the erect nub between two fingers.
The sound of the constant thrusting was loud. It sped up, spearing the anal walls with more force. More power. More need.
CLAP~! THWACK~!
When he sheathed himself to the base, Nejire came loudly. She screamed while Izuku continued fucking her ass, smirking cockily from behind.
"FFUUUUCCCKKKK~!" The scream brought smiles to the other women. They watched as Nejire came her brains out, squirting a small stream of femcum onto the bedsheets.
"I feel you tightening up...URGH...shit! Your body is addicting!" Izuku whispered into her ear, his face nestled into the long hair. "I'm almost there!"
It was a frantic percussion that drowned out Nejire's needy cries. Each thrust moved her willing ragdoll body. His muscles flexed around her as he neared climax.
Izuku was chasing his pleasure. Using her ass as a sex toy. Playing with her entire being to get there. To release the pressure building in his groin.
His leathered sack continued to pummel her clit. His mushroom tip continued to scrape against the bundle of nerves. Her ass flesh continued to ripple against his pelvis.
It was an ass-claiming of the century.
"I'm gonna make you a buttslut! Craving this cock down you shithole like Tsuyu-chan!" Izuku grunted, flexing his fingers behind her neck. "I'm about to paint your intestines white!"
It was at this point that Nejire broke. She snapped. The pleasure that assaulted her nerves, body, and brain was overwhelming.
She needed a good fucking. And now that she got one, she never wanted this pleasure to end.
"YES! RUIN ME!" Nejire cried out, cumming a second time. Her pussy sprayed another layer of juices, creating a puddle on the bed. "SPEAR MY ASS! IT'S ALL YOURS!"
Izuku breathed as he focused intensely. He could feel her body tensing. Her legs trembling.
He shifted his angle slightly, continuing to thrust balls-deep. The new spot ripped more screams from Nejire, electric jolts shooting through her.
Her high wails of pure ecstasy fueled him. Her juicy body fueled him. Her painfully tight ass fueled him.
With a slam to the hilt, Izuku came with a guttural groan. Nejire's ass clamped down around him in a tight, pulsating grip.
SPURT~!
SPURT~!
SPURT~!
He didn't pull out. He stayed there, his cock still twitching. Izuku emptied himself inside her, staining her anal walls with his seed.
For a long moment, they remained locked together. Nejire gurgled while Izuku groaned. The air was thick with sex and sweat.
When he finally released her, the blue-haired heroine collapsed onto the bed. Her ass was a glistening hole, a well-used testament to his power.
Her tiny asshole winked with a stream of thick sludge. It ran down her thighs like a creamy blanket.
The other women winked, laughed, and cheered on the newcomer.
While it was a great start, they weren't finished just yet.
...
Izuku's back was pressed into the mattress. He looked up at the beauty atop him, a cocky smirk on his face.
Nejire was straddling his waist, angling the tip of his cockhead to her opening. She chewed her bottom lip, a heavy blush on her pretty face. Her other hand pressed against Izuku's leg.
"S-So big..." She whispered, shuddering as her body lowered slightly. After catching her breath, the two decided to shift into the Reverse Cowgirl position.
Izuku slapped her right ass cheek, enjoying the way it jiggled. Nejire moaned loudly, her fingers loosely guiding the tip.
However, it seemed Manami had had enough. Before anybody realized, she crawled onto the bed. Her hands grabbed Nejire's shoulders from behind, while her face leaned forward.
"Lesson number one, it's always better to take it right away."
SQUELCH~! PLAP~!
The soft, fluffy, creamy labia folds were speared by 6 inches of thick cock. In one thrust, Izuku was already exploring unreached territory.
"NNGH! S-Shit! F-Fuck!" Izuku cried out, his toes curling painfully. He reached out, gripping Nejire's waist with white knuckles. "I almost came! You're so tight!"
Manami swallowed Nejire's moan with a quick kiss. The MILF made out with the blue-haired beauty for a moment, silencing the scream.
After the vibrations passed, Manami pulled away. She licked the saliva from the sides of her lips, "Good girl. Now, start riding Izuku-kun..."
With Izuku's hands and gravity's help, Nejire began to rise up and down. Her legs spasmed and saliva leaked down her jaw, but she powered through the pleasure.
Manami removed her hands from the woman's shoulders, realizing she could handle this. With a giggle, she crawled up the bed and kissed her man's chiseled chest. "Fuck her good, smooch~, baby. Turn her, smooch~, into a brainless breeding cow."
The sensation of Nejire's twitching, gushing vaginal walls were euhporic. It was a lightning bolt of pleasure. Izuku felt his cock speared into tight depths, gripping onto him with a vice grip.
When femcum began rolling down his pulsing shaft, he nearly lost it. Even her juices felt like a warm blanket.
CLAP~! THWACK~!
Each downward thrust was a punishing slam. While she was still shaky and out of her depth, Nejire didn't give up. She used her body as a weapon of lust. The sound of their genitals slapping echoed in the bedroom.
"I'm burning, slam~, up!" Nejire panted with her tongue out, throwing her head back. She felt Izuku molding her ass cheeks while she pressed her hands into his thighs. This masculine, breeding stud was consuming her mind.
"Keep riding him, cowgirl!" Camie giggled, slowly reaching her lover. She kissed the opposite side of Izuku's chest, joining Manami. "Claim her, smooch~, tight muff. Put a, smooch~, baby in her!"
"Now you've, smooch~, done it..." Manami glanced up from peppering kisses, locking eyes with Camie. A mischievous grin on her face. "You just had to mention breeding."
"Aww, don't worry. I'll keep him, smooch~, satisfied in the meantime," Camie mentioned with a final kiss on Izuku's nipple. She crawled forward, presenting a leaking tit to her lover. "Drink up."
The hero didn't need to be told twice.
CLAP~! THWACK~!
"Mmngh~! Oh baby! You're so thirsty!" Camie blushed with a lidded gaze. She ran one hand over his hair while the other kept his tit to the hungry mouth. All the while, Manami continued to kiss his torso.
Momo, Toga, and Tsuyu masturbated at a faster pace. The scene was getting hot.
Izuku gulped down the breastmilk in mouthfuls. Some of it leaked down the sides of his face, but he didn't care. He was savoring the tasty flavor.
At the same time, his hands gripped Nejire's waist. Without warning, he decided to take control. With a grunt, he brought her down to the base of his shaft.
With all 10 inches inside her twat, Nejire came again.
"KUUUUAAAHHHH~!"
Izuku didn't care. He didn't care that her walls clamped up dramatically. He didn't care about the femcum spraying down his lower body. He didn't care about her mindless wails.
All he cared about was shooting his virile seed inside this beauty's womb. With a quick channel of his power, he held all the strength.
CLAP~! THWACK~!
CLAP~! THWACK~!
CLAP~! THWACK~!
Izuku growled, clenching the nipple in his mouth between his teeth. He rolled the nub around, making Camie mewl. The veins in his biceps bulged, strained from the effort.
And his fingers curled even harder into Nejire's womanly hips. He had a beauty to knock up.
"OH, OH, OH, OH, OOOOH!"
Nejire's moans were heavy. They were ripped from the back of her throat. A sound you couldn't fake.
"Fill her with that baby-making cream! Gngh~!" Toga egged on, nearing her orgasm. A blush was across her face, her fingers rapidly rubbing her clit.
A faint, greenish energy crackled around Izuku as he pummeled Nejire while lying down. A visible manifestation of his power. He needed the extra power to pummel her from his position.
Plus, lifting her and slamming her down with such a vice-grip twat wasn't easy.
Nejire's hips were a blur of motion. Even when she was on top, she wasn't in control. Instead, Izuku fucked her while drinking Camie's breastmilk. He was a sex machine who never had enough.
Each upward thrust was brutal. Each impact spreading her womb open. It was a punishing impact that made Nejire cry out.
"FUCK YES!" She screamed, her head thrown back. The bubbly attitude was dropped in favor of her carnal desires. "USE THAT QUIRK! HIT MY BABY-MAKER!"
The other women smirked. Camie moaned, and Manami kissed. They were happy to let their newest harem sister have her moment.
"Tell me you're, smooch~, going to knock her up. Tell me you're, smooch~, going to give her a fat load," Manami spoke while dragging her tongue along his chest, kissing his nipples with devotion.
Izuku snarled, gnashing his teeth around Camie's nipple. Every balls-deep slam resulted in Nejire's tight womb wrapping around his mushroom tip. He would have to fuck her every day until she fit him like a glove.
"I'm going to breed her! She's going to carry my child!" Izuku promised. Camie removed her tit, providing her other breast instead. His mouth immediately latched onto the fresh nipple.
Nejire didn't know how many times she had come from having her womb fucked. From having her cervix turned into some sex toy. From having her vaginal walls and labia folds glued around Izuku's girthy cock.
All she knew was that her mind was melting. Her body was quaking. Her ass was slapped as her hair swayed with the momentum.
"This is...gonna change me! Forever!" Nejire came to that realization while staring at the ceiling. Spit ran down her jaw as she chewed on the inside of her cheek.
She would never be the same. Manami wasn't joking about how life-changing this experience was.
Her heroic career, something she valued for as long as she could remember, would have to be sidelined. Her body would change after giving birth to this man's babies.
Mirio was nothing. As sad as it was to admit, he couldn't compare. That was easy to tell.
Every Quirk-enhanced slam rattled her brain. Every grunt she heard made her writhe. Every spearing of her womb's entrance was toe-curling.
A particularly hard thrust buckled her legs.
"I'm sleeping with Tsu-chan's lover..."
Another balls-deep slam bullied her pussy walls.
"I can feel his cock hardening...he's so close..."
A fierce orgasm rocketed through her body, hardening her nipples and making her fingers curl.
"This...This is my new purpose."
Mirio was gone. Her career was gone. The life she built before entering this mansion meant nothing.
She was whatever Izuku needed. If he wanted to convert her into a buttslut, she'd obey. If he wanted to use her womb as a breeding ground, she'd birth him a small army.
Many men had lusted after Nejire. Many men had been entrapped by her kind personality, fantasizing over her.
And yet, it was Izuku in the end who claimed her. The only man to fuck her womb and ass.
"Get ready! It's gonna be...URGH...a thick load!" Izuku warned, gulping down more breastmilk. The power from his Quirk allowed him to plow her at a more frantic pace. "Get pregnant! Those juicy tits are gonna feed our kids!"
Nejire was prime breeding material. She would make an amazing addition to his thong-only, free-use household. He could already imagine a future with the blue-haired woman.
Her bubbly attitude would be great with children.
Her body would bear him many offspring.
And he would fuck her wildly just like the others.
SPURT~!
SPURT~!
SPURT~!
The orgasm was a violent, shattering wave. Since it was enhanced by One For All, the flooding sperm splashed against the womb's walls. The sensation made Izuku groan, curling his toes.
It felt like the seed from the roots of his balls came forth. A primal claiming that he savored every time.
Billions of sperm cells searched for ovaries. They searched for the right eggs, ready to impregnate and leave their DNA. Nejire fell backward in a sweating heap as she was inseminated.
Manami leaned back with a slight giggle. She knew that satisfied expression very well.
Nejire's pussy milked the throbbing shaft as more cum leaked inside. It thirsted for every last drop, a primal instinct that ensured breeding.
Groaning, Izuku finally let go of Camie's nipple. He reached around, gripping Nejire's sweaty tits with a sly grin. He planted a kiss in the crevice of her neck, breathing in her blue strands of hair. "You feel, huff~, fucking amazing..."
The heroine groaned, unconscious. The last climax she experinced was enough to shut her down momentarily. That's how powerful it was.
As Izuku tweaked her nipples and deposited the last bursts of seed, he looked toward the other women in the room. His hips bucked into the moaning, knocked-out beauty.
"Oh, she has that baby-making look..." Toga laughed, "The same one I had when you feel that spunk shoot inside."
"I know what you mean, ribbit~," Tsuyu smiled from her chair, "You just know when you're pregnant."
"We're gonna have to expand the nursery at this rate," Camie mentioned while sighing in relief, the weight in her chest relieved. Her lover had practically sucked all the milk out of both breasts.
"We can think of all that later, right now...I want some loving," Manami murmured. She reached down between Nejire's legs, yanking out the stiff rod. It sprang out, shooting specks of cum into the air.
Her hand jerked the member with twisting motions, cooing as a waterfall of seed spilled out. Seeing those creamy, fluffed-up lips was arousing. Nejire was truly made for sex.
It was always the kind ones who had the tightest pussies.
"Hmmn..." Izuku moaned softly, enjoying Manami's handjob. The woman had grown by leaps and bounds since their first encounter. She practically knew how his body worked at this point. "...I'm not going soft anytime soon...who's next?"
He was going to enjoy his women, one by one. Whether they had given birth or not, he wouldn't neglect them. He gave them all his equal attention.
For Nejire, she was in a cloud of lust. She should've visited her friend a lot sooner.
When she awoke hours later, feeling full and sore, Izuku was eager to get her back into the fray. There was no rest in the Midoriya household.