Well holy crap. Y'all seemed to really enjoy that chapter, and I'm glad about that. Hopefully this one also pleases yall. Real quick some comments I feel like I should answer.

Lucius Walker: Eri was adopted by Aizawa - as in canon(?) - and is a student at UA. She and Kota have a mutual crush, but are awkward af. Aizawa also scares Kota. May mention them later, in a non-sexual context.

Aside from that, here is the next chapter, meaning we only have this one, chapter 6, then chapter 7 (possible). More info on 7 later.

(Note made on May 16th: My apologies for the delay. Exams are still happening for my school - except they are being held online - and I've put all my time and energy into them.)

Chapter Five: Izuku's Triumph

Izuku Midoriya grumbled softly as his eyes fluttered open. Last night, though it had started out pleasant, had turned into quite the emotional downer. After Nejire had arrived, the three (secret) lovers had held onto her until she cried herself to sleep. However, even in her sleep, the woman refused to release Izuku from her vice-like grip and nobody had the heart to tear her away from him. As such, the group decided to fall asleep together, with Ochako hugging Nejire from behind and Itsuka embracing Midoriya's back.

Even now, Nejire was clutched to his chest, still fast asleep, the only evidence of her tears were the damp spots on Izuku's shirt. Carefully extracting himself from Nejire, Izuku slipped out of bed and down the hall to his kitchen, turning on the stove and pulling out a skillet. As he got to work on breakfast, Izuku began to think about why Nejire had come to him, crying and hurt - both mentally and physically.

'I find it really hard to believe that Mirio of all people hit her, even if he found out about us. Hell, if he had, I wouldn't be surprised if he showed up at my office and threatened me. But hitting Nejire...what happened? Did she say something, or is there more at play?'

While Izuku was lost in his musings and cooking, Ochako and Itsuka stirred and sat up, taking in the still sleeping form of Nejire, the memories of last night coming back. Standing and stretching, Ochako began to whisper to Itsuka, weary of waking Nejire up.

"Do you think we'll learn about what happened between her and Mirio?"

"Probably." Itsuka whispered back, shrugging a little. "Even if she gives us a watered down version, we can still probably piece things together."

Ochako nodded. "I'm a little concerned about Izuku. I mean...I'm not happy about Nejire's crying, but his anger seemed…I don't know how to describe it, but it's similar to when he heard Monoma call me a whore."

Itsuka nodded, recalling that night and the anger on Izuku's face. "I get it. But knowing Izuku, he's already thinking of a way to help Nejire...right before he fucks her stupid."

Ochako giggled at that. "Oh goody, Nejire's an absolute gift at sex. She was soooo good at eating out my ass.~"

Itsuka looked sharply over at Ochako when she mentioned that. "Wait, why did you two make her eat your ass?"

Ochako shrugged, a teasing smile on her face. "Can't walk home with Izuku's cum dribbling down out of it."

Itsuka's mouth dropped open, imaging the carnal display and surprising herself with just how much she wanted it. "But...doesn't anal hurt?" She asked weakly, her last shreds of resistance to the idea rapidly falling apart.

"Oh it did hurt. Especially given Izuku's size. But he was as gentle as he could be till I could handle it...then he turned on the beast~ Fuck it was soooo good. Thank god I didn't have to patrol the next day, just paperwork."

'Ok, that tears it, Izuku is getting a piece of my ass.' Itsuka thought, quickly taking off her top - which was just one of Izuku's shirts - and finding some tight booty shorts and a tight crop top that stopped just above her belly button. Sliding them on - and feeling her ass hang out of the bottoms a little - Itsuka left the room. 'I may not be able to get some tonight - or in the near future really - but I can't even begin to imagine the ass pounding he'll give me if I tease him.'

Shaking her head, Ochako followed, not bothering to change out of her sleepwear - an oversized t-shirt that came down to her knees - leaving Nejire alone and asleep.

Or so they thought. In reality, Nejire had been awake since Izuku left, but had pretended to be asleep, unsure of what to do, and waiting for the other's to leave or Izuku to come back. But what she heard shocked her.

'Wait, so Itsuka is sleeping with them? Is it a polyamorus thing? Is it because of the Monoma incident? I have so many questions, wonder what Miri-'

Nejire stopped herself from finishing that thought, least she start crying again. Mirio had been her everything for so long that it was almost impossible not to think about him. But then she remembered all the times he stood her up, all the times he lied about coming home, all the times he wasn't there for her. All of that compounded with last night, when she heard him say all those awful things. Mocking her emotions, citing that his job was more important than their relationship, and saying those awful things about the underprivileged.

'Whatever it is that caused Mirio to feel like that...well I believe that Nighteye, All Might, Midoriya and Nezu are at the center of it? But I can't figure out what it is! Ughhh and with all this new stuff about Izuku…' Nejire's thoughts drifted off as she recalled something Uraraka and Kendo said.

'Is...is Izuku going to force me to have sex with him?' Nejire didn't know what to think. She believed that Izuku wasn't like that, but she thought that Mirio had been the one for her and look at that turned out! Balling her fists, Nejire sat up and got out of Izuku's bed.

'It's time to get some answers.'

While Nejire was deep in thought, Izuku was just finishing laying out breakfast - omelets for all of them, some fruit, and options of juice, milk, or coffee - and was smiling. Making food was relaxing for him, it helped him think and made him feel centered.

"Smells good Izuku~"

Izuku shook his head at Itsuka's slightly teasing tone and turned to her, but any retort was caught in his throat when he caught sight of her outfit. The top accentuated her breasts - which Izuku definitely enjoyed - but what really caught his attention were the tight shorts she wore. Itsuka was stretching, her ass hanging in the air as she gripped the wall and bent over. Feeling Izuku's gaze on her rear, Itsuka began to shake it ever so little.

Izuku felt his shorts get tighter as his eye twitched. Mechanically, Izuku moved over to Itsuka, intent on getting a quick feel, but was stopped as Itsuka broke her stretch, stood up and moved past her lover to the table, sitting down and grabbing a banana.

"Sorry babe, but we both know that as long as Nejire is here, you can't do anything." Itsuka flashed him a smile as he pulled off the peel, before licking the banana tip and pushing it in and out of her throat.

Groaning, Izuku realized her game. 'Oh it is fucking on!' He thought, his eyes blazing. Taking a deep breath, Izuku calmed down and asked what brought this behavior on.

"Ochako told me about her little anal session." Itsuka purred, enjoying the growing tent in Izuku's shorts and the look of longing in his eyes. "I can't help but be a little jealous Izu~ I mean, you know how rough I like it, but you won't fuck my poor ass~"

Izuku's jaw clenched, his patience nearing it's limit as he tried to fight off the urge to bend Itsuka over the table and make her ass gape - Nejire's presence be damned.

"Honestly you two, as hot as breakfast and a show would be, we need to get things under control." Ochako's voice rang out behind the two as she wrapped her arms around Izuku's torso and pressed her head to his back. "We can't let things get out of hand, especially with Nejire's state of mind."

Izuku pulled the beast back, nodding in consent and seeing Itsuka do the same. Both Ochako and Izuku moved towards the table and sat down, beginning to pick things for their plates. The trio began to eat in silence, though they were quickly interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming towards them.

Nejire entered the kitchen in the same tank-top and sweatpants combo that she had arrived in last night. Her face was slightly swollen, drawing the attention of the two girls who began to put two and two together, but unlike last night there were no tears in her eyes, only a hardened steel that was aimed at the green haired man.

"So Midoriya," Nejire began, her use of Izuku's last name and her frosty tone letting him know that this conversation could go south real quick "when were you planning on adding me to your little harem? After you, as Kendo put it, 'fuck me stupid'?"

Wincing at the accusatory tone in her voice - and seeing Kendo pale a little - Izuku chose his next words carefully. "Truthfully Nejire, I don't plan on doing anything like that. Not anymore at least."

Nejire's eyes narrowed as she grabbed the remaining chair and sat down, glaring at the man in front of her, who stared back dispassionately. "Explain."

And so Izuku did, going all the way back to his confrontation in the hospital to him hearing overhearing Bakugou's intentions. He told her his plans, how his feelings towards them began to change, and how both Ochako and Itsuka have been supportive and loving, not just to each other, but to him.

By the time he was done, Nejire was a cavalcade of emotions, which swirled inside her. She had no idea how to feel about this situation, and did the one thing she could think off. Without a word to any of them, Nejire stood and walked out of the apartment, pulling out her phone.

There was one person she could talk to, one person who could give her advice.

Izuku winced as the door slammed behind Nejire, his head falling into his hands, even as he felt Ochako and Itsuka hug him.

"This isn't your fault Izuku-"

"It kinda is." Izuku spoke, his dead tone cutting off Itsuka's attempt at helping him. "My stupid plan didn't have to include Nejire, I could have just stopped at you two. But I went and ruined her relationship with Mirio. I was the one who wanted you to point those things out Ochako, it was my idea to seduce her, and I'm willing to bet that it was something relating to me that caused him to hit her."

Ochako and Itsuka tensed at that, having already put the pieces together themselves, yet the confirmation via Izuku's words and Nejire's reactions suddenly made the situation...real. The No.1 Hero, the Symbol of Peace had struck his fiancee. They all knew there should have been no reason for that, and the fact that it came from Mirio made it all the worse.

Standing, Izuku gently unfolded himself from the girls and grabbed a jacket. "I...need to speak to someone. I'll be back later, I promise." Giving each of the girls a kiss, Izuku walked out of his apartment and towards the Mustafu Hospital for Veteran Heroes.

There was always one person he could talk to when shit got rough.

"And that's that." Nejire said, her knees drawn up to her chest as she curled on the couch of her best friend and support technician Yuyu Haya. Said woman was drinking coffee from a mug and had listened to Nejire's tale uninterrupted - though she had started when she heard that Mirio hit her - and only now did she speak.

"So, what do you want me to say, Nene?"

Nejire lifted her head up and stared at her friend. "I don't know Yuyu, but something would be nice!"

"Ok...so a Quirk that can be passed down? Kinda weird right?"

"Oh yes!" Nejire said, rapidly nodding her head, happy that it wasn't completely about the men in her life. "Very weird! But it's also spawned quite the terrible mentality."

"Agreed." Yuyu said, her voice icy. "I can't believe that Sir Nighteye believes that. Let alone All Might and Mi-." Yuyu caught herself before she could finish the name. Nejire sighed, before resigning herself to the inevitability of the conversation.

"And Mirio. Yea…" The two sat in silence before Yuyu noticed Nejire's shoulder's beginning to shake. Quickly getting up, the Support Technician wrapped her arms around her friend and held her as she sobbed.

"I don't get it Yuyu! Mirio...I loved him so much and what he's been doing...what he's done...I can't..it's not..I" Nejire wailed instead of continuing, tears streaming down her face. Yuyu simply held her friend and let her cry.

After some time, Nejire's tears subsided, though she remained in Yuyu's embrace. "You want me to lie to you or the truth?" Yuyu asked.

"The truth...I'm sick of my friends lying to me."

"Ok. You are always going to have feelings for Mirio - I don't know whether they'll be feelings of love or hate or sadness, but he was your first love. And the feelings we have for our first loves...they never really go away."

Nejire nodded, knowing this was true. "But that doesn't mean what he did to you or what he stands for now is ok. He hit you, emotionally neglected you, and is a part of a conspiracy to prevent changes in the world. It's fine that you still feel something for him, but remember that he's...not the Hero he once was."

Nejire nodded at Yuyu's advice. "And Izuku?" The wave user asked, curious about what her friend would say about the green haired man.

Yuyu shrugged. "Way I see it, Izuku's role in all of this isn't necessarily a bad thing. That little trist you and him had was the catalyst for you discovering Mirio's changes this early. I mean, you would have found out things eventually. As for his harem...well polyamorous relationships aren't really anything new, so I don't really care about that."

"That's not what I'm-"

"But, what you're really curious about is your relationship with him." Yuyu said, interrupting her friend. "You guys had sex once, and may have sex again. Or you may not. The way I see things - at least from what you told me - while Izuku may have wanted to 'steal' you from Mirio, he never forced you to have sex with him. You wanted that. Honestly, you just got out of a relationship, don't run headfirst into another one. That being said you can do a lot worse than Izuku."

Nejire nodded, knowing that was true, but being hesitant. Yuyu stood and stretched. "Now, you are free to stay for however long you want, but I've got to get to work."

"On what?"

"Oh, some boots that'll allow someone to vibrate themselves fast enough to kick Mirio in the nuts."

"Damn brat, sounds like you've been in some really kinky shit."

Izuku sighed as he stared at Rumi Usagiyama, formerly known as the Pro-Hero Mirko, as she leaned back in her chair. The Rabbit Hero had been heavily injured during the war against the PLF and was forced to retire early. The forced retirement had driven the woman mad, sending her down a spiraling path of alcoholism. Izuku had found out about a year ago, and had helped the woman get back on her feet. She still couldn't be a Hero, but he helped get her cleaned up, get sober, and get situated at the Hospital. Mirko, being Mirko, had objected, but eventually she came to appreciate Izuku for his efforts.

The two had formed a bond during her recovery process, with Izuku being one of the few who constantly checked up on her, made sure she was ok and happy. In return, Rumi would give him advice on new techniques to study or learn, new ways of handling investigation, and just general life advice. The two had a bond almost like brother and sister, and both loved each other dearly.

Hence why Izuku was here, talking to her, someone who would listen to his problems, while also not beating around the bush and bluntly tell him what to do or give him advice. Or hit him, she did enjoy doing that.

"Not the point Rumi. I...how exactly do I deal with this?" Izuku asked, having explained his plan to Rumi and what had happened - editing the information about One for All.

"Well first, buck up Izu! You've got two lovely and strong ladies at your side and they love you! They do right? I don't want to break their skulls open, but I won't hesitate."

Izuku laughed. "No Rumi, you don't need to do that. Ochako and Itsuka are great and I love them and they love me. But with Nejire...I certainly find her attractive and sexy...and I won't say that I've never imagined her after our one time together-"

"I hope not. Girl's got boobs for days."

"BUT!" Izuku said, half-heartedly glaring at his sister-figure, who simply stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm...partially responsible for her engagement ending, I'm the reason she has no place to go, and I'm the reason...the reason Mirio hit her."

Rumi was silent, staring intently at Izuku as his head flopped into his hands. Izuku had been like this for a long time, always blaming himself for the misfortanes that befell his friends. Kid had a martyr complex that had never really gone away, but this was the first time in a while that it had reared its ugly head.

"Izuku, come closer real quick." Izuku obliged, leaning closer to Rumi, who quickly raised her hand and chopped his head forcefully. While she was retired, Rumi still was relatively strong, and her chop sent Izuku to his hands and knees, dizzy. Before he could react to anything else, Rumi bent down and picked him up, wrapped the boy in a one armed hug.

"Listen to me Izuku Midoriya. You are not responsible for any of the problems that Nejire is going through. She's the one who decided to sleep with you, she's the one who confronted Mirio, and Mirio is the one who hit her. He's the one to blame. Did you expedite their falling apart? Yea, you did. But they would have had a falling out at some point. Or worse, they could have ended up like Endeavor's family."

Izuku flinched at that. While he had nothing personal against the former No.1 Hero, he had not much in terms of positive things to say about him either. After the PLF had been mostly dismantled - including the deaths of Gigantomachia and Re-Destro - Endeavor had publicly confessed to his abuse of his family, and turned himself over to his son, the Hero FreezerBurn. The public's faith had been shaken by that, but with Endeavor's earnesty in terms of wanting punishment and his vow to never be a Hero again they had eventually come to terms with it. It had helped that they had used his public trial to lure in Dabi, who had nearly burned down the courthouse in an attempt to kill the man.

"I...guess you're right Rumi...but-"

"What do you do now? Hell if I know. But, you have a good heart - the heart of a Hero - and I'd listen to that, and then be the best you you can be. That's all any of us can do." Rumi said, hugging the younger man tighter.

Izuku smiled, reciprocating the hug, happy that the relationship with one of his idols was actually working out.

"Oh, and if you ever want to have some kinky brother-sister sex, you know where to find me~"

Izuku leapt back, his face red while Rumi laughed and clutched her stomach. "Rumi!"

"What? Don't think I don't remember your little notebook entry about me. What was it, 'her thighs are strong enough to crush steel.' Oh and right beside that, in tiny little writing you put 'that's really hot.'" Rumi fell back onto her chair, cackling at the embarrassed look on the boy's face.

Sighing, Izuku grabbed his jacket. "I'm leaving now, and I may not bring you carrots next time."

"Worth it!" Rumi laughed as Izuku walked out of the room.

Izuku sighed as he flopped down on his couch. It had been about two weeks since he had talked with Rumi - he kept his word, not getting her carrots - and Nejire had become a new resident of his flat. The girl had taken the guest room.

The two had had a long talk about what happened, filled with tears and hugs from both sides, but ultimately they decided not to actively pursue a sexual relationship at the time. Izuku had also put a caveat on his current sex life with Ochako and Itsuka, knowing that they'd use it as a way to get at Nejire and eat away at her resistence. Both girls hadn't been thrilled, but understood.

While the lack of sex was something Izuku was, up until recently, used to, he was not used to all three girls teasing him. Well, Ochako and Itsuka were teasing him on purpose. Nejire on the other hand seemed to be accidently with her teasing. Her scatterbrained nature had returned after the first couple of days, and with it Izuku learned that the wave user had several...quirks that came with it.

First off, the woman had no shame and would walk around the flat naked. She said that Izuku had already seen her body, so it was no big deal. And when she did wear clothes, she wore the skimpiest of shorts and sports bras. Second, Nejire still enjoyed getting in the boy's personal space. While naked. Every once and awhile, she would realize what was happening and she'd blush and stop, but more often than not she either didn't notice or care.

As for the other two, they seemed to be more intent on teasing him with the occasional outfit, or act, such as feeling him up, biting his ear, or a quick tug on his cock. Combining all of this led to a very pent up Izuku.

Aside from that, Nejire had been a welcomed guest. They agreed that she could stay until she found somewhere else to stay. Ochako and Itsuka had thrown in a teasing "or" at both of them causing massive blushes, but no denials. Right now, the girl was in her room using Ochako's laptop for...something, while the gravity girl and big fist user were collecting her things from Mirio's. Izuku himself had just gotten back from the office, congratulating Kota on his work with Erasurhead and Rewind. The boy was thrilled, and had called his aunt to tell her. Or had planned to, had young Eri not grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the office, saying he needed to 'de-stress' - much to the annoyance of one overprotective Eraserhead.

That had left Izuku with the paperwork. After completing that hell, he had decided to take an early night and went back to his flat, wanting to destress in his own way. Quickly checking on Nejire, and noticing her staring intently at the laptop screen, enraptured by whatever was on it, Izuku went back to the living room and pulled his phone out and opened the photo album.

Ahhh yes, the biggest of all his problems. Ochako and Itsuka had taken to sending suggestive selfies, either individually or as a pair. The latter usually involved some form of girl-on-girl action, and it drove Izuku crazy.

'To hell with it, I need some fucking release.' Izuku mentally growled, his mind blanking on everything as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Moaning softly, Izuku focused on the latest photo, Ochako, face down ass up with Itsuka's face implanted in her glorius bubble butt.

Izuku began to slide his hand up and down his shaft, moaning softly at the minute pleasure. 'Not enough…' Izuku thought as he picked up speed. Yet still he was unable to achieve pleasure. Removing his hand, Izuku leaned back and groaned, his eyes closed. 'Ok, this is too much...maybe I can convince the girls to have a night out somewhere? Get a hotel room for a night...and morning.'

Growling to himself, Izuku pulled his pants up, leaving the button unfastened in his rush, and began to walk back to his room. Right as he reached the door, Izuku heard a moan coming from Nejire's room. Seeing the door was ajar, Izuku peaked through, a little curious as to why Nejire was always locked up in there.

The sight quickly made his currently raging boner ten times worse. Nejire was butt naked, her whole hand sliding in and out of her soaking pussy as she stared at the computer screen. The girl was lying on her stomach, facing away from him with her ass hanging in the air. Izuku could see the video she was getting off to, and he slowly shook his head.

About a week after he and Nejire had slept together, Ochako had convinced him and Itsuka it would be hot to start a collection of 'home videos' - basically pornos starring all three of them. Or two of them, sometimes. This one was off Izuku and Itsuka, and currently the Izuku on the video had Itsuka pinned down onto the bed, one hand forcing her head down the other holding her arms behind her, completely naked, and was hammering into her pussy. Itsuka's face was covered in cum and moans were pouring out of the ginger's mouth.

Or they would be if Nejire had the volume turned on. She obviously didn't want anyone to notice this, and so was trying to masterbate and watch in complete silence, her hand still sliding in and out of her hole. As though driven by instinct, Izuku dropped his pants and underwear before yanking his shirt off. Leaving his clothes in a pile on the ground, Izuku carefully opened the door, thankful it didn't squeak.

Nejire let out a small moan as she paused the video. "Damn itttt." She whined to herself (she thought). "I can't even get off while watching him. I...need Izuku's fat cock sooo bad."

Still unawares of the man approaching her, Nejire withdrew her hand and sighed, only to gasp as a large form crashed on top of her. Tensing, Nejire prepared to fire off a wave blast that would have sent her and her assailant flying when a voice, deep and husky, whispered into her ear.

"If you need it so bad, who am I to deny you."

Izuku answered his rhetorical question by quickly drawing his hips back and thrusting forward, hilting himself into Nejire's slick pussy. Said woman's head threw back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Undeterred, Izuku continued a rapid pace of thrusting and withdrawing, his lower body blurring and loud, wet clapping sounds echoing throughout the room. Nejire finally found her voice and began moaning in approval, her sounds encouraging Izuku.

After several minutes of rapid thrusting, Izuku let out a loud groan and hilted himself in Nejire's pussy, his cock piercing into her womb. "Take it you little slut!" He roared and exploded inside the blue-haired girl.

Nejire shrieked as she felt Izuku's seed quickly fill up her womb and spill out in excess. Feeling her stomach grow, Nejire tried to focus and see it for herself, but she couldn't fight the pleasure. Eventually, both of them tapered off and Izuku withdrew himself, watching with enjoyment as Nejire collapsed and his seed began to leak out of her.

Nejire sighed in content, having gotten the release she sought...at the hands of Izuku. Her eyes widened as that thought finally solidified. Turning onto her back, Nejire locked eyes with Izuku and any words she was going to say were stopped at the intense look in his eyes.

"You've been very, very naughty Nejire-chan." Izuku drawled as he looked over her form. "I treated you like a guest in my house, because I felt guilty for you...and this is how you repay me? Getting yourself off to videos of me and my girls, walking around my house naked, and just being a giant tease in general."

Izuku shook his head as he towered over the shaking girl. "Honestly, it's enough to make a man...snap."

Nejire gulped - though wheather in terror or anticipation she didn't know - and opened her mouth to try and reason with Izuku. "Izu- GAH!"

Her response was cut off as Izuku lunged forward, grabbing her hair and quickly shoving his still-hard rod in her open mouth. Smirking at the now gagging hero, Izuku began to slowly saw himself back and forth. "I think the best way to make it up to me is by being my little toy for the day. After that, if you never want me to fuck you again, then thats that. But for now," Izuku stopped his sawing motions and grasped the back of the girl's head "you can pay what you owe!"

With that, Izuku began to rapidly thrust his cock in and out of Nejire's throat and mouth, his grip on the back of her head not letting her do anything. Moaning at the tight feeling and the wetness of the girl's cavern, Izuku began to lose himself in the pleasure, letting it envelop him. "Fucking shit! That's it Nejire, fucking take it you damn tease!"

Nejire could offer little in the way of resistance - not that she wanted to. After Izuku shoved his cock in her mouth and the taste of her and his combined juices were tasted, all parts of Nejire's brain not dedicated to sex shut down. She tried to work her tongue around Izuku's rod, but couldn't really keep up with the man's thrust, so she settled for clutching his thighs and forcing herself closer.

Seeing this, Izuku smirked, before his still sensitive cock pulsed. "FUCKING SHIT, TAKE MY LOAD YOU WHORE!" Izuku roared as he erupted in Nejire's mouth, flooding her throat and mouth with his spunk. Nejire, loving the taste of Izuku's cum, tried her best to swallow it, but could only get so much down before it overwhelmed her. The remaining shots were forced out of her mouth and nose, decorating her lower face and falling onto her breast.

Eventually, Izuku pulled out and fired two final shots at Nejire's face, covering her in his load. Said girl tried to swallow everything, but couldn't keep it all down, bleaching up some of Izuku's cum, staining the bed even further.

Eventually, Nejire was able to breathe and collapsed face down in the puddle of spunk. Moaning in satisfaction, Nejire didn't notice Izuku going over to his discarded pants and pulling out his phone. Walking back to the downed girl, Izuku grasped her hair and pulled her head up.

"Still conscious bimbo?" Getting a moan and a garbled 'yes' in response, Izuku smirked. "Good enough."

"Please, Uravity, just tell me where she is?"

Itsuka rolled her eyes as she closed the door to Izuku's car. The two had taken it to grab Nejire's stuff from Mirio - the older girl having given them a list of specific items - and had been hounded non-stop from the No. 1 Hero about his ex-girlfriend. And not just. The former No.1 - All-Might - was there as well, trying to assist his protege.

What was annoying, aside from them not being able to get the fucking clue, was that Mirio was calling them by their Hero names and wouldn't stop. 'Though, given everything we've learned from Izuku and Nejire, he probably sees us as Hero's over regular people.' Itsuak thought disdainfully. This, combined with Izuku's enforced dry spell, was really giving the two girls a short temper.

"For the last time Togata, Nejire does not want to see you! And quite frankly, you don't deserve to see her!" Uraraka finally snapped, yelling at the blonde, who flinched, remembering what had happened.

"Look, I know I screwed up with hitting her, but - "

"It's not just about hitting her! You neglected her, treated her like crap, and you really expect her to just come crawling back to you?! What's wrong with you?" Uraraka scolded the older man, who looked away. All-Might cleared his throat, drawing glares from the two girls. Unflinchingly, the former Symbol of Peace spoke.

"Young Uraraka, Young Kendo, please do not mistake this situation. Young Mirio is ashamed of his actions, but perhaps, if I were to be there with him and Young Hado then - "

"What, are you going to tell her that she should just suck it up and deal with it? That she deserves to be neglected just because Togata's the No.1 Hero?"

All-Might looked slightly taken aback, but continued. "Well, no, but - "

"But nothing!" Uraraka countered, glaring at All-Might with a hatred her former teacher had never seen in her. "Nejire really doesn't deserve what she's been dealing with and Mirio is out of excuses. If Nejire wants to contact him, and wants to talk to him, then that'll be her decision. Not his and most certainly not yours!"

Both blondes looked down at the ground, unable to say anything. Itsuka sighed, looking back at the list Nejire gave them and mentally groaning at the fact that they still had more to pick up. Feeling her phone vibrate, Itsuka pulled it out of her pocket. Seeing an alert about a video message from Izuku, Itsuka turned the sound off and opened it. What she saw nearly made her drop her phone and it took all her willpower not to appear shocked.

The video was of a naked Izuku and Nejire - the former forcing the latter on her hands and knees with one hand, while the other held his phone. Izuku appeared to be talking to the phone, before grabbing his erect cock and slowly inching it towards Nejire's puckered asshole. 'Oh, that son of a bitch better not!' Itsuka's unhappy thoughts continued as she watched Izuku slowly force his monstercock into Nejire's backdoor. When he finally hilted himself, Izuku turned his head to fully face the camera and spoke slowly, allowing Itsuka to read his lips.

'This is payback for all the teasing Itsuka. Now enjoy as I wreck this slut.'

Closing her eyes and breathing heavily, Itsuka closed the video, aware of the growing heat emanating from her core. Carefully placing her phone away, Itsuka turned back to where Uraraka was still berating All-Might and Mirio. 'Great, now I'm pissed, horny, and feeling vengeful.' Itsuka mentally groaned before an idea came to her mind. Smirking to herself, Itsuka approached the three, careful not to give anything away.

"Uraraka!" She said, cutting the girl off. "I think it would actually be a great idea to take Mirio to Nejire."

"What!" Ochako exclaimed while Mirio and All-Might smiled. "Itsuka what the hell - "

"But, there's a caveat." The ginger said, smiling at the No.1 Hero. "We need you to help us pack her things up. I mean, just because she might be willing to talk doesn't mean she'd be willing to move back in, right?"

Mirio, happy that at least something was working out for him, nodded and powered up his Quirk - 'One for All.' the girls thought. - and speed back into his apartment. In no time at all, Mirio had packed up all the boxes and loaded them into the car. Gesturing for him to get in the car, Itsuka watched as Mirio nodded, saying a quick goodbye to All-Might, and got in the back seat.

Ochako turned to Itsuka, her eyes wild. "Itsuka what the hell do you think you're doing?" She whispered, her voice harsh. Itsuka, quickly checking to make sure All-Might wasn't paying attention, took out her phone and showed Ochako the still of the video Izuku sent her. The gravity girl froze, her eyes transfixed on the image. Itsuka put her phone away and walked to the car, followed by Ochako, who could barely hide the giddiness in her steps. Upon sitting in their seats, Ochako took her phone out and quickly sent something to Izuku.

Izuku groaned as he pulled his still hard cock out of Nejire's asshole, which was now overflowing with his cum. The man smirked at the downed girl, whose face was stuck in a permanent ahegao, dried cum around her mouth and on her breasts. Hearing his phone vibrate, Izuku reached for it and laughed at Ochako's message.

Ochako: Itsuka and I are bringing Mirio to my old place. Get the camera's ready.

Grabbing his underwear and sliding them on, Izuku left the still fucked-stupid Nejire in her bed and walked back into his room, grabbing a series of cameras and tripods from his closet - similar to the one's officers use to observe criminals. Moving back into Nejire's room, Izuku set them up, pointing them at the bed, before grabbing Ochako's laptop and plugging the camera's in, before priming the streaming application.

"Zuzu, whas goin on?"

Turning, Izuku smiled at Nejire, who was slowly putting herself back together. Walking over, Izuku picked the woman up and placed her in his lap, before beginning to play with her hair. Nejire responded by cuddling up to his chest, humming with contention.

"Nene," Izuku started, making the girl blush at his chosen pet name for her "there's something Ochako and Itsuka are setting up. How do you feel about making our own little video?"

Mirio groaned as he slowly came to. 'What happened?' He thought as he lifted his head and tried to bring his arms up, only to find them restrained. 'I was walking into that apartment with Uravity and Big Fist, and then...OH NO! A villain attack!' Struggling harder, Mirio tried to call upon One for All and his Permeation Quirk, but couldn't feel either of them.

'Anti-Quirk Restraints!' He thought desperately, swinging his head around, trying to find any sight of Uravity or Big Fist, but failing. "No…" He whispered, thinking the worst had happened to them. Finally focusing his attention in front of him, Mirio noticed a monitor, already turned on, though the image wasn't focused. 'What is this?'

The image began to solidify, revealing an unmade bed, covered in what appeared to be puddles of liquid. "What the-" Mirio's voice caught in his throat as two individuals entered the frame. One was Detective Izuku Midoriya, someone he once thought had enormous potential for the Greater Good, but instead chose to oppose it. 'And was winning.' A dark voice in his head said. The other person...

"Nejire?" Mirio whispered, dumbstruck at the sight of his girlfriend getting in a wet bed with one of the individuals he hated the most. Nejire was wearing a dress, beautiful, blue, that showed off her thick thighs and killer tits. It took Mirio a minute to realize, but that dress was the same one she wore the night he asked her to marry him. Izuku, in stark contrast, was wearing nothing more than tight boxer shorts, which hugged his thighs and showed the outline of his bulging package.

'No way…' Mirio thought in disbelief, denying the possibility that someone like Midoriya was that big. It was obscene!

As the couple on screen got on the bed, Izuku immediately reached out and pulled Nejire closer to him, before covering her lips with his own. Mirio swore and saw red, straining with all his might to break the bonds that held him, but failed to. He couldn't look away from the sight, watching as Midoriya was swapping spit with his girlfriend, who was clearly enjoying it.

Hearing two familiar giggles coming from the screen, Mirio's mind - sharp from his work with Nighteye - put two and two together. 'Uravity and Big Fist! Those...Ughhh!' Mirio mentally raged at the two who he trusted, betraying him. 'They knocked me out and put me in these stupid restraints.' Eventually, Midoriya and Nejire released each other, a trail of spit still connecting their mouths.

"Nene, is there something you want to say to our little voyeur?" Izuku asked, his words causing Mirio to realize that they knew he was watching them.

Nodding, Nejire turned her head, glaring at the camera, while her hands pulled Izuku's boxer's down and began playing with his half-hard member. "Hello Togata." She spat, even as her hand made gentle stroking motions up and down Izuku's cock. "I hope you have a nice seat to the viewing. Consider this payback for all the shit I've had to deal with for the past two years! I can never, ever forgive you for what you've done, not just to me, but the world."

'What the hell is she-'

"I know about One for All, Mirio." Nejire's words caused the blonde to freeze up, a deep chill crawling down his back. "Zuzu here told me alllll about you, and Nighteye, and All Might...It's sick Mirio. Everything you and those two stand for is sick. You aren't helping people who need help, you're only helping yourselves and those who feel the need to put others down. You're no different than a big bully, one with a badge who can do whatever he wants. Well guess what," Nejire leaned down and placed Izuku's massive rod near her mouth "this is what happens when you become the villain of the story. Enjoy it."

And so, Mirio was forced to watched hour after hour of Nejire and Midoirya having sex...no, sex was to tame a word to describe there actions. The two adults were fucking like animals in heat, in every position Mirio could conceive - doggy style, cowgirl, jackhammer, piledriver, standing full nelson. By the end, the two had been fucking for hours, with Midoirya having cummed in Nejire's pussy, ass, and mouth multiple times.

Eventually, Mirio's mind couldn't take anymore and his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body slumping over, his mind replaying the images, even as the screen went blank.

Izuku roared in pleasure as he ejected his load into Nejire's still shaking form. The girl gave a moan of her own, before she placed a hand over her mouth, desperate to keep Izuku's cum in her body. Despite her best efforts, some managed to leak out through her fingers.

Pulling out, Izuku looked over at the camera and noticed that it had been turned off.

"I~zu~ku~"

Turning his head, Izuku's cock - which was going soft - began to get hard once more. Ochako and Itsuka were posing with each other, not a stitch of clothing on. Ochako was sliding three digits in and out of Itsuka's pussy, while Kendo was groping Ochako's tits, their bodies wrapped around each other.

Growling, Izuku moved quickly, grabbing both girls and throwing them on the bed next to Nejire. Leaping atop them, Izuku began to lick and nip Ochako's breasts while gripping and squeezing Itsuka's ass.

'Oh yea, this really is the life.'

Done! Holy shit, this took awhile to finish. Props to LordGrevious, who helped me make up my damn mind about the direction of this fic. Anyways, those are the three girls in the tags...but who said we are done. Although, I'm planning on having the next chapter be about 25% plot and 75% orgy. Have fun with that. Stay safe, and until next time.

Next time: The "Real" One for All.

TheSaintsfollower, signing out.