Harem Tales: All In

(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of My Hero Academia stories)
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Next Story (Chapter 58): To Be Continued….

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The private room at Busteez Hero Agency smelled faintly of sandalwood incense and champagne, the low amber lights casting long shadows across velvet chaise lounges and green painted walls. Izuku Midoriya sat on the edge of a wide, low bed, cheeks still flushed from recounting the story, his hero costume half-unzipped and pushed down to his waist. Momo Yaoyorozu knelt between his spread thighs, dressed in a more erotic version of her Creati costume, one that left her enhanced tits completely exposed, her nipples covered by red heart shaped pasties. Her dark hair was tied back in a tight ponytail as she stroked him with deliberate slowness. Even soft, the thickness of him filled her palm; her fingers couldn’t quite meet around his girth, and the sight made her laugh again, soft, delighted, and just a little wicked.

 

“And then Yūka-san just… Pulled you into the bedroom?” Momo asked, voice lilting with amusement. She gave Izuku a gentle squeeze, watching his hips jerk involuntarily. “While Ochaco was on the phone?”

 

Izuku groaned, head tipping back. “She had most of her clothes off before I could think. I didn’t know what to do with my hands.”

 

Ochaco, standing near the foot of the bed, snorted as she tugged her pink crop top over her head. Her bra followed, tossed aside with zero ceremony. “Mom’s always been like that. I remember when she tried to teach me ‘zero-gravity yoga’ in the living room. Dad walked in and nearly had a heart attack.” She shimmied out of her shorts, kicking them toward the pile of discarded clothes. “She told me later she wanted to ‘test your stamina’ for my sake. I know, it’s freaky.”

 

Yūka’s voice still echoed in Izuku’s ears, husky, teasing, the way she spoke his name, and how hot her breath felt on his skin. He’d been too stunned to protest when she’d pushed him onto the bed, her mouth hot and confident, when Ochaco caught them, Yūka had simply patted the space beside her and said, “He’s got stamina. Thought I’d test it.”

 

Momo’s thumb swept over the head of Izuku’s cock, smearing the bead of precum that had welled up. “She gave you her blessing, then?” she murmured, eyes bright. “Officially?”

 

“After another round or two,” Izuku mumbled, ears scarlet.

 

Ochaco crawled onto the bed, straddling Izuku’s thigh. Her bare skin was warm against his, and she leaned in to nip at his jaw. “Mom’s dramatic. But yeah, she texted me this morning. Said you’re ‘approved for orbit.’” She glanced at Momo, smirking. “Think we should send her a thank-you card? Maybe a photo?”

 

Momo’s laugh turned into a pleased hum as Izuku hardened fully in her grip, thick enough now that her fingers couldn’t ever hope to close. “Maybe later,” she decided, leaning down to drag her tongue along the underside of his shaft. “Right now, I want to see how many of us it takes to make the new Symbol of Peace beg.”

 

Izuku’s breath caught in his throat. Somewhere beyond the walls, the thump of Busteez’s bassline pulsed like a heartbeat. The varied heroines dancing erotically on the main stage for the viewing pleasure of tonight’s patrons. But in here, there was only the wet slide of Momo’s hand and Ochaco’s soft giggle as she reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand.

 

Ochaco’s knees sank into the plush mattress as she bent forward, her tongue flicking out to trace the thick vein along the underside of Izuku’s shaft. Momo mirrored her on the other side, lips brushing the crown with feather-light kisses before sealing around it in a slow, wet suck. Izuku’s hands fisted in the sheets, a strangled sound escaping his throat. Their mouths were so wet, slippery, and warm, he couldn’t get enough of them!

 

They traded places seamlessly, Ochaco taking him deeper until her cheeks hollowed, Momo dipping lower to lap at his balls with deliberate, open-mouthed strokes. Every time one of them pulled off with a soft pop, the other dove in, sharing the slick heat of him like a favorite treat. Saliva glistened on his length, dripping down to where Momo’s fingers still loosely circled the base.

 

Izuku’s hips twitched. “You two are, fuck…!”

 

“Shh,” Ochaco murmured, voice muffled around him. She drew back just enough to swirl her tongue over the slit, collecting the fresh bead of precum. Momo joined her without prompting, both of them lapping at the flushed head in tandem, tongues sliding against each other more than him now. Their lips met in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, Izuku’s cock trapped between them, pulsing against the slick friction.

 

Momo moaned into Ochaco’s mouth, the vibration humming through Izuku’s length. Ochaco’s hand came up to cradle Momo’s jaw, deepening the kiss until it was all tongue and breath and the obscene wet sounds of two girls making out with a dick as their centerpiece. Izuku’s eyes were glued to them, pupils blown wide.

 

When they finally broke apart, a thin string of saliva connected their lips to his tip. Ochaco licked it away with a grin. “He’s leaking so much already,” she teased, giving the head a playful kitten-lick. “Should we keep going, Momo? Or save it for the others?”

 

Momo’s answer was to drag her tongue up the full length of him, slow and deliberate, before meeting Ochaco’s eyes with a wicked smile. “We keep going. Tonight’s our night with our boyfriend.”

 

Ochaco tipped the bottle of lube over her chest, letting the clear, warm liquid cascade down the soft curves of her breasts until they gleamed. She passed it to Momo, who mirrored the motion, coating her porcelain-pale tits until they shimmered like polished marble. The scent of vanilla and something faintly floral filled the air as they pressed together, their slick breasts rubbing against each other with a lewd, squishing sound.

 

Izuku’s cock, now fully and impossibly erect, jutted up between them like a pillar of flushed, veined marble. Over a meter long, it dwarfed his torso, the swollen head reaching past his sternum, pulsing with every frantic beat of his heart. The girls wedged it between their lubed cleavage, Ochaco on the left, Momo on the right, and squeezed.

 

The first stroke was slow, deliberate. Their tits glided up his length in perfect sync, soft flesh hugging every ridge and vein, the lube letting them move with obscene ease. Izuku’s head fell back, a guttural groan ripping from his throat. His hands scrabbled for something to hold on the sheets, knuckles white.

 

“God, look at it,” Momo breathed, eyes fixed on the way his shaft disappeared between their bodies, only to reemerge slick and shining. She shifted her weight, pressing harder, her nipples dragging along the underside. “It’s perfect. Like the universe said, ‘Here, have the sweetest guy and a dick that could split a girl in half.’ Icing on the best cake.”

 

Ochaco giggled, breathless, and rolled her hips to add friction from below. “Mom would love this. She’d probably ask for measurements.”

 

Izuku wasn’t listening. He couldn’t. The world had narrowed to the slick, rhythmic slap-slap-slap of their tits stroking him, the way Momo’s soft underboob cradled the base while Ochaco’s smaller, perky breasts teased the sensitive midpoint. Lube dripped down his abs, pooling at the root. Every upward glide sent sparks up his spine; every downward drag made his balls tighten.

 

Momo leaned in, lips brushing the flared head on an upstroke. “You’re close already, aren’t you?” she murmured, voice syrupy. “Don’t you dare come yet. We’re just starting!” She squeezed tighter, and Izuku’s entire body jerked, a thick rope of precum spurting across their collarbones.

 

Ochaco licked it off Momo’s skin with a hum. “Yep! Save it, Deku. The two of us are just warming up.”

 

Momo’s hand slid to the back of Ochaco’s neck, fingers tangling in damp pink-brown strands as she tugged her into a slow, filthy kiss. Their lips met with a soft smack, tongues sliding together to share the salty bead of precum Ochaco had just licked from Momo’s collarbone. A thin strand of it stretched between their mouths before breaking, glistening under the amber lights.

 

They didn’t stop moving. Their slick, lubed tits stayed pressed tight around Izuku’s monstrous shaft, gliding up and down in perfect rhythm. Every time they rose, the swollen head of his cock kissed the hollow of their throats; every time they sank, their nipples dragged along the throbbing underside. The wet shlick-shlick-shlick of skin on skin filled the room, underscored by the soft, needy noises leaking from Izuku’s throat.

 

Momo broke the kiss just enough to murmur against Ochaco’s lips, “Show him how much we love this,” before diving back in. Ochaco moaned into her mouth, the vibration humming straight through Izuku’s length. Their tongues tangled visibly, slow and deliberate, putting on a show: Ochaco’s smaller, pink tongue flicking against Momo’s fuller one, swapping spit and precum in equal measure.

 

Izuku’s eyes were glassy, fixed on the lesbian tableau. His hips jerked helplessly, trying to chase the friction, but the girls held him pinned between their bodies, controlling every stroke. Momo’s dark eyes flicked up to meet his, sparkling with mischief, then dropped to watch Ochaco suck gently on her lower lip before pulling her back in.

 

“Mmmph,” Ochaco whimpered, breaking for air just long enough to gasp, “He’s throbbing so hard,” before Momo silenced her with another deep kiss. Their breasts squished tighter, the lube letting them slide faster now, slick flesh hugging every inch of his meter-long cock.

 

Izuku’s hands finally found what they were searching for, one tangling in Momo’s hair, the other gripping Ochaco’s shoulder. A broken, “Please” slipped out, raw and desperate.

 

Momo smiled against Ochaco’s mouth, never breaking the rhythm. “Not yet,” she whispered, loud enough for him to hear. “We’re still just getting started.”

 

Ochaco rose on her knees, thighs trembling as she shifted forward. The slick, meter-long column of Izuku’s cock lay flat against his stomach, pulsing like a living thing. She settled astride it, knees on either side of his hips, her soaked folds parting around the upper ridge. The lube (warm, silky, faintly vanilla-scented) let her glide with zero resistance, pussy lips hugging the thick vein that ran along the top of his shaft.

 

She rocked once, slow and deliberate, dragging herself from the swollen head down to the root and back again. The friction was perfect, teasing her clit with every pass, her juices mixing with the lube until the entire length glistened. “Nngh,” she whimpered, hands bracing on Izuku’s chest. “So hot…”

 

Momo stayed kneeling at his side, one hand lazily stroking the base of his cock while the other cupped Ochaco’s ass, guiding her rhythm. “Ride him, Ochaco,” she purred. “Make him feel how wet you are.”

 

Ochaco leaned forward, offering her heavy tits to Izuku’s mouth. He didn’t need to be told twice. His lips closed around one stiff, vanilla-sweet nipple, tongue swirling through the slick lube before sucking hard. The flavor burst across his tongue (light, dessert-like, not a hint of stickiness), and Ochaco’s back arched with a sharp cry.

 

“Yes, yes, Deku, like that,” she gasped, grinding harder. Each roll of her hips smeared her arousal along his length, the head of his cock nudging her lower belly on every upstroke. Izuku switched to her other breast, teeth grazing the sensitive peak before soothing it with slow, wet licks. His hands gripped her waist, fingers sinking into soft flesh, anchoring her as she rode the ridge of his dick like it was made for her.

 

Momo watched them with hooded eyes, thumb circling the slick crown whenever it emerged from between Ochaco’s thighs. “Look at you two,” she murmured, voice husky. “So pretty together. Wait till the others see how well you share.”

 

Ochaco’s hips rolled in a steady, wet slide, her pussy lips kissing the throbbing vein along the top of Izuku’s shaft with every pass. The lube let her move like liquid silk, clit dragging over the ridge until her thighs shook. She moaned lewdly as he sucked her nipple harder, the faint vanilla taste still coating her skin.

 

Momo slid down the bed with a predatory grace, settling between Izuku’s spread thighs. She nuzzled his heavy balls first, tongue lapping broad, slow stripes across the sensitive skin before drawing one into her mouth with a gentle suck. Izuku’s hips jerked, cock twitching against Ochaco’s folds. Momo hummed, pleased, then dragged her tongue up the underside of his length, slow, deliberate, tracing every pulsing vein until she reached the flared tip.

 

“Mmm,” she purred, tasting his precum on her tongue. “So sweet.”

 

Then she rose, pressing her naked body flush against Ochaco’s back. Her fuller breasts molded to Ochaco’s shoulder blades, nipples hard against the pasties covering them. She draped one arm around Ochaco’s waist, fingers splaying over her stomach. Her other hand tilted Ochaco’s chin, guiding her into a deep, messy kiss over her shoulder.

 

Their tongues tangled, Ochaco whimpering into Momo’s mouth as she kept grinding. Momo swallowed every sound, hips rolling in time so her own slick folds brushed the upper half of Izuku’s shaft whenever Ochaco slid down. The three of them moved like a single, filthy organism: Ochaco riding the lower length, Momo licking and kissing whatever she could reach, Izuku’s hands clutching Ochaco’s hips so hard his fingers sank deep into her soft skin.

 

Momo broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against Ochaco’s ear, loud enough for Izuku to hear: “I wanna see you take him inside… Watch that big, thick, hard dick pushing your stomach up.” She nipped Ochaco’s earlobe, then sealed their mouths together again, swallowing the moan that tore from Ochaco’s throat as her grinding sped up, desperate.

 

Izuku’s hands slid from Ochaco’s hips to her ass, fingers digging in as he lifted her up. The meter-long shaft, still slick with lube and her arousal, pressed against the folds of her pussy until the swollen head spread the lips of her entrance. He then brought her back down and slid inside, stretching her open with a single, relentless push.

 

Ochaco’s back arched, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the first fifty centimeters sank into her. Her belly distended visibly, the thick ridge of his cock bulging beneath her skin like a living sculpture. The stretch was obscene, her walls fluttering around impossible girth, the flared head kissing the mouth of her womb before pushing past, nudging the deepest part of her with a pressure that made stars burst behind her eyes.

 

“OH FUUUUCK, DEKUUUUU!!!!” she wailed, voice cracking. “IT’S NNGH, IN MY WOOMB, STRETCHING ME SO WIIIDE!!!”

 

Momo’s arms tightened around her from behind, one hand splayed over the dramatic swell in Ochaco’s abdomen, feeling every throb of Izuku’s cock through her skin. “That’s it,” she breathed against Ochaco’s ear, voice thick with lust. “Nmmmh, fuck her harder, Izuku. Split her open. Make her cum on that monster dick until she can’t think!”

 

Izuku growled, hips snapping up in brutal, rhythmic thrusts. Each stroke dragged half his length out before slamming back in, the bulge in Ochaco’s belly rising and falling like a piston. Her pussy clenched around him, juices squirting with every plunge, the wet slap-slap-slap of their bodies drowning out the distant bassline of Busteez.

 

PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP!

 

“SO BHIIIIG,” Ochaco sobbed, head lolling against Momo’s shoulder. “AHHN, IT’S RESHAPING MY INSIIIDES! SO FULL, GONNA BREEEAAK…!” Her words dissolved into a lewd, keening moan as Izuku angled his hips, the head grinding directly against the top of her womb. Her thighs trembled, toes curling.

 

Momo’s fingers found Ochaco’s clit, rubbing tight circles in time with Izuku’s thrusts. “Come for us, Ochaco,” she urged, licking a stripe up Ochaco’s neck. “Let him feel you milk him!” she then looked directly into Izuku’s eyes and said, “I wanna see you flood her, Izuku!”

 

Ochaco’s entire body seized. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, a gush of hot juices soaking Izuku’s abs as she came with a scream, the bulge in her belly pulsing wildly. Izuku didn’t stop, fucking her through it, chasing the next wave already building in her shattered cries.

 

Izuku’s rhythm stuttered, hips slamming up one final time as his cock pulsed inside her. The first jet of cum erupted like a geyser, thick and scalding, flooding Ochaco’s womb with impossible volume.

 

“FILLING UP!” Ochaco screamed, voice raw and broken. “I’M BEING STUFFED WITH DEKU’S CUUUUM, YESSSS!” Another orgasm ripped through her, her pussy spasming wildly around his shaft, milking every spurt. Cum leaked around his base in thick rivulets, pooling on the sheets.

 

“BEING FILLED WITH CUM IS MAKING ME CUM TOOOOO!” she wailed, thighs quaking, toes curling as a second climax crashed over the first.

 

Momo’s hands roamed Ochaco’s belly, pressing gently and feeling the hardness of Izuku’s dick beneath the skin. “God, look at you,” she whispered, awed, licking a bead of sweat from Ochaco’s collarbone. “So full of him. Our perfect little cum-slut. ”

 

Izuku groaned, still coming in heavy pulses, hips jerking with every jet. The pressure in Ochaco’s womb built until a final gush forced its way past his cock, spraying out in a messy arc. Her belly jiggled with the release, still stretched around his dick, cum dripping from her stuffed pussy in thick ropes.

 

Ochaco slumped forward, boneless, a delirious smile on her lips. “Mmm… All filled up with Deku’s cum…” she slurred, one hand cradling the swollen curve. “Best…harem…ever…”

 

Momo eased Ochaco’s limp, cum-drunk body off Izuku’s shaft with gentle hands. The moment his cock slipped free, a glorp-glug-glug torrent of thick, pearly cum gushed out of her, splashing onto the sheets in heavy ropes and puddles. Ochaco’s belly emptied in seconds, leaving her sprawled on the mattress with a blissed-out grin, cum still drooling from her stretched hole.

 

Momo licked her lips, eyes dark with hunger. “I guess that means it’s my turn n-!”

 

She never finished her sentence. Izuku was already behind her, One For All crackling faintly at 0.5% as he blurred. One hand hooked under each of her thighs, hoisting her clean off the floor like she weighed nothing. Her back hit his chest, legs spread wide, and then his meter-long cock speared upward, pushing aside the crotch of her costume, the slick head breaching her in a single, brutal thrust.

 

“IZUKU!” Momo’s scream cracked into a squeal as her pussy swallowed half his length in one go. Her walls clamped down, orgasm detonating instantly, juices squirting around the intrusion. Her belly bulged outward in a perfect outline of his cockhead, the ridge visible beneath her skin as he bottomed out against her womb.

 

“DON’T STOOOP!” she begged, voice ragged, nails scrabbling at his forearms. “PLEASE, FUCK ME, RUIN ME, HARDERRRR!!!!” Her hips tried to rock, but he held her suspended, thighs trembling in his grip, leaving her completely at his mercy.

 

Izuku growled, hips whipping forward in a punishing rhythm. Each thrust lifted her farther off the ground before slamming her back down, the wet slap of his balls against her clit echoing. Her tits bounced wildly, nipples straining against their coverings as she writhed in his arms.

 

“YES, YES, YES! YEEESSS!! FILL ME UP NEXT!!!” Momo sobbed, another climax already ripping through her. “PAINT MY INSIDES WHITE WITH YOUR CUM!”

 

Izuku’s grip on Momo’s thighs tightened, muscles flexing as he lifted her higher, then slammed her down the full meter of his cock. The impact drove the air from her lungs in a sharp cry, her pussy clenching around him as another orgasm tore through her. Her belly bulged grotesquely with every downward plunge, the outline of his cockhead kissing the top of her womb before retreating, only to spear back in.

 

“AGAIN!” Momo wailed, head thrown back against his shoulder, dark hair whipping. “PLEASE DON’T STOP, BREAK MEEEE!!!” Her walls clenched, squirting around his shaft with each bounce, juices dripping down his balls in sticky rivulets.

 

On the bed, Ochaco stirred, still dazed. She crawled forward on shaky knees, her cum-smeared thighs glistening in the atmospheric light from above. Without a word, she ducked beneath them, tongue darting out to lap at Izuku’s heavy balls as they swung with every thrust. They tasted salty, musky, mixed with Momo’s sweetness, it made her moan. She dragged her tongue up the slick base of his cock, tracing the bulging vein where it disappeared into Momo’s stretched hole, then sucked one ball into her mouth with a wet pop.

 

“Fuck,” Izuku snarled, pace faltering for a heartbeat at the dual assault. He recovered with a brutal upward thrust that lifted Momo clear off the ground again, her scream turning into a sob as another climax crashed over her. Ochaco’s tongue never stopped, flicking between his balls and the stretched rim of Momo’s pussy, lapping up the mess they made.

 

Momo’s nails dug into Izuku’s forearms, leaving red crescents. “AHHN, CUMMING! I’M CUMMING SO MUUUCH!!” she gasped, voice breaking. “CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING! MY PUSSY IS ON FIRE!!! IT FEELS SO GOOOOOOD!!!!!” Her belly jiggled with the force of his thrusts, the bulge pulsing in time with her spasms.

 

Ochaco pulled back just enough to grin up at them, face slick. “Do it,” she urged, voice hoarse. “Pump her full. I wanna see her stuffed full of your cum.” Then she dove back in, sucking the base of his cock like she could coax the cum straight out of him.

 

Izuku’s hips locked forward, burying every inch of his meter-long cock to the root. A low, animal growl rumbled in his chest as he unloaded. Thick ropes of cum surged into Momo’s womb, gallons upon gallons of overwhelmingly pressurized and potent seed. Her entire body convulsed in ecstasy, toes curling inward, her face a mask of near mindless pleasure.

 

“IZUKUUUU!” Momo’s scream shattered into a guttural wail, her strongest orgasm of the night ripping through her like lightning. Her pussy milked him in violent spasms, squirting around the seal of his shaft, eyes rolling back as her entire body convulsed. “F-FULL, SO FULL, I’M SO FULL OF YOUR CUUUUUMMM!”

 

Ochaco, still kneeling between their legs, came untouched. The sight of Momo’s ahegao expression alone, with cum already leaking in thick streams down Izuku’s balls, sent her over the edge. She shuddered hard, thighs clenching, a fresh gush of her own juices splattering the sheets. “Fuck, look at her,” she whimpered, voice wrecked. “So much cum…”

 

Izuku’s climax finally tapered, the last spurts audibly hitting the top of her womb. He eased her down gently, his cock slipping free with a wet shlorp. A flood of seed followed, cascading out of her gaping pussy in a messy waterfall, making a sound like when you turned a soda bottle upside down to pour it.

 

The three of them collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick skin, and drying cum. Ochaco curled against Izuku’s side, one hand idly tracing the curve of Momo’s stomach. Momo lay sprawled across his chest, panting, fingers threading lazily through his damp curls.

 

After a long, hazy moment, Momo’s voice drifted out, soft and sated. “You know… My mother’s been asking about you.” A sly smile curved her lips. “She’s always had a thing for heroes with potential. Ever thought about giving the Yaoyorozu matriarch a private tour of Busteez?”

 

Ochaco snorted, nuzzling Izuku’s neck. “Careful, Momo. Keep recruiting like this and we’ll need a bigger bed.”

 

Izuku groaned, half-laugh, half-despair, already feeling himself twitch at the thought.

 

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