Sex in the Storage Room
(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of My Hero Academia stories)
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Next Story (Chapter 66): To Be Continued….
Izuku walked the familiar halls of UA High between Momo and Setsuna, the three of them in crisp school uniforms—his tie slightly crooked as always, Momo’s perfectly knotted, Setsuna’s blazer slung over one shoulder like she couldn’t be bothered with the full formality anymore. The corridors felt strangely quiet after so many months of hero work swallowing most of their days.
Setsuna tilted her head, one detached hand idly spinning a pencil she’d borrowed from Izuku’s pocket. “It almost feels weird being back in these halls now, y’know? I spend like ninety percent of my time out with Skycrawler and Elecplant. Actual villain chases, real stakes. Coming back here feels like stepping into a memory.”
Momo nodded, her steps measured and graceful beside them. “That’s probably a secondary purpose of the work-study program—to ease us out of the safety bubble of UA and into the real world. The school can only simulate so much.”
Izuku gave a small, thoughtful hum. “Yeah. It’s like… the training wheels are off, but we still come back to the garage to check if everything’s aligned.”
Setsuna snorted. “Poetic, Dekun.”
They pushed through the cafeteria doors together. The usual lunchtime buzz greeted them—students laughing, trays clattering, the smell of rice and miso soup thick in the air. The three claimed their usual corner table near the windows, trays already loaded: Izuku’s piled high with katsu curry and extra veggies (Inko’s influence lingered even here), Momo’s a balanced bento she’d assembled herself, Setsuna’s a chaotic mix of onigiri and fried chicken she’d clearly grabbed because it looked fun.
Momo set her tray down with a small sigh. “I wish everyone else were here. It’d be nice if we could all eat together again.”
Setsuna popped a piece of chicken into her mouth and talked around it. “Can’t be helped. Ochaco, Tsu, Toru, and Ibara are all out with their work-study heroes. Camie graduated Shiketsu last year—she’s a full pro now, so there’s no reason to even step foot on campus. And Kaina and Rie? They haven’t been students in years.”
Momo poked at her rice with her chopsticks, expression soft. “I know. I just… I like it when we’re all together.”
Setsuna leaned forward on her elbows, smirking. “Like in that harem Manga?”
Momo’s cheeks pinked, but she didn’t deny it. “Exactly. Is it wrong to want to be with my sisters?”
Setsuna’s smirk softened into a genuine smile. “That’s really how you see us all, huh? A Sisterhood of Deku.”
Izuku—mid-sip of his iced tea—choked. Liquid shot out his nostrils in a spectacular mist. He coughed violently, eyes watering, while Momo patted his back and Setsuna cackled loud enough to turn a few heads.
After wiping his face with a napkin, Izuku wheezed, “That… that almost sounds like a cult name.”
Momo covered her mouth, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. Setsuna pointed at him, grinning wide.
“Not exactly! Cults take anybody they can get. We’re way more selective. Gotta pass the ‘can handle Deku’s monster dick without tapping out’ audition first.”
Izuku buried his face in his hands, ears scarlet. “Setsuna-!”
Momo leaned over and kissed his burning cheek, still giggling. “She’s not wrong.”
Setsuna reached across the table and stole one of Izuku’s tempura shrimp. “The Sisterhood of Deku. I’m trademarking that. We’ll get matching hoodies.”
Izuku groaned through his fingers. “I’m never living this down, am I?”
Momo rested her chin on his shoulder, voice warm. “Not even a little.”
Setsuna popped the stolen shrimp into her mouth and winked. “Welcome to the cult, Dekun. Membership perks include unlimited cuddles and occasional world-saving.”
Izuku finally lowered his hands, shaking his head with a helpless smile. The cafeteria noise washed over them again—normal, everyday sounds—and for a moment, despite everything, it felt like they were just three kids stealing a lunch break together, before the world called them back to hero work.
Even if the world now included a very unofficial Sisterhood of Deku.
Izuku poked at his curry with chopsticks, then looked up. “There’s an English test coming up next week. I’m actually not too worried this time.”
Momo tilted her head, chopsticks paused mid-air. “No? You usually get a little tense about language exams.”
He shrugged, a small, proud smile tugging at his mouth. “Melissa and Cassie have been tutoring me in their spare time. I can almost hold a full conversation now… even if it’s badly accented. I still trip over the ‘L’ sounds, though. ‘Light’ and ‘right’ still sound the same coming out of my mouth.”
Setsuna paused with a chicken drumstick halfway to her lips. “Wait! Who’s Cassie?”
Izuku blinked, then laughed under his breath. “Oh, Star and Stripe. She asked me and the others to call her Cassie when we’re off-duty. Said ‘Star and Stripe’ feels too formal when we’re just hanging out.”
Setsuna nodded slowly, chewing thoughtfully. “Makes sense. Big-name heroes get tired of the title sometimes.” She leaned forward on her elbows, smirking at Momo. “So… you planning to recruit them too? Melissa and Cassie, I mean. The Sisterhood could always use more firepower.”
Momo’s chopsticks stilled. She set them down neatly on the tray’s edge, cheeks tinting the faintest pink.
“I’ve already tried,” she admitted, voice soft but matter-of-fact. “Multiple times, actually. Melissa said she’s flattered but she’s ‘not built for sharing,’ and Cassie laughed and told me she’s ‘too patriotic to split her attention.’ Both very polite rejections.”
Izuku—mid-sip of his iced green tea—choked spectacularly. Tea sprayed out his nose in a fine mist; he coughed violently, eyes watering, while Setsuna cackled and Momo calmly passed him a napkin.
After wiping his face (and the table, mortified), Izuku wheezed, “You… you actually tried to recruit Star and Stripe? And Melissa?”
Momo lifted one shoulder in an elegant half-shrug. “It seemed worth asking. They’re both exceptional, and they already get along well with the group. But they made their positions clear.”
Setsuna leaned back, grinning wide enough to show teeth. “Damn, Momo. You really are running a full recruitment drive. ‘Sisterhood of Deku: Now accepting applications from top-ten heroes and genius inventors.’”
Izuku groaned, dropping his forehead to the table with a soft thunk. “Please don’t call it that again.”
Momo reached over and gently patted his hair. “It’s a term of endearment, Izuku.”
Setsuna stole another piece of his katsu. “Yeah, Dekun. Embrace the cult vibes. We’ve got matching hoodies on order.”
Izuku lifted his head just enough to glare at her through damp bangs. “You’re both evil.”
Momo smiled serenely, picking up her chopsticks again. “We’re simply… enthusiastic about our family.”
Setsuna popped the stolen katsu into her mouth and winked. “Very enthusiastic.”
Izuku sighed, long-suffering but fond, and went back to his curry. The cafeteria noise washed over them—normal, everyday chatter—and for a moment, despite the looming English test and the ever-growing “Sisterhood,” it felt like nothing more complicated than three friends stealing lunch together before the world called them back to hero work.
The three of them continued eating in the bustling UA cafeteria, the ambient chatter of other students forming a comfortable background hum. Izuku speared a piece of katsu with his chopsticks, trying to focus on the conversation, when he felt it—a soft, warm pressure sliding up the inside of his pant leg.
Setsuna’s detached left hand had slipped beneath the table without a sound. Her fingers curled gently around the thickening length of his cock through the fabric of his underwear, giving a slow, teasing squeeze. She didn’t even look at him; her right hand calmly lifted a piece of fried chicken to her mouth while she kept talking to Momo as though nothing was happening.
“So yeah,” Setsuna said casually, chewing thoughtfully, “we should really pin down a day when everyone can actually show up. Ochaco’s schedule is all over the place with her new route, Tsu’s got that night rescue rotation, Toru’s invisible half the time so she forgets meetings anyway, and Ibara’s prayer circles keep clashing with literally everything.”
Momo nodded in agreement, dabbing at the corner of her mouth with a napkin. “I’ve been trying to coordinate, but the work-study rotations are making it difficult. Perhaps the weekend after next? I can block out the agency calendar and send a group message with the date locked in.”
Izuku made a small, strangled noise—barely audible over the cafeteria noise. Setsuna’s detached hand gave another lazy squeeze, thumb brushing the underside of his shaft in slow circles. His cock twitched hard, thickening rapidly against her palm. He clenched his jaw, thighs tensing under the table, fighting the urge to let himself get fully hard. If he did, the bulge would tear straight through his uniform pants in seconds.
‘These girls,’ he thought, cheeks burning, ‘can be absolutely terrible sometimes.’
He glanced sideways at Momo—poised, elegant, chopsticks moving with perfect grace, her gray eyes warm as she listened to Setsuna’s suggestions. Then at Setsuna—smirking faintly, completely casual on the surface while her disembodied hand stroked him under the table with maddening patience.
And despite everything—the public teasing, the risk, the sheer audacity—Izuku felt a quiet, steady warmth bloom in his chest.
He loved them both.
Momo for her unwavering devotion, her brilliant mind that turned every problem into a plan, the way she made him feel seen and safe even when the world felt too big.
Setsuna for her playfulness, her shameless kinkiness, the way she could turn any moment into something electric and fun, never letting him take himself too seriously.
He loved them. All of them. Even when they were driving him slowly insane in the middle of lunch.
Setsuna’s hand gave one last gentle pump before withdrawing, fingers trailing along his thigh as her detached limb floated back under the table and reattached itself to her wrist with a faint click. She didn’t even look at him—just popped another piece of chicken into her mouth and smiled sweetly at Momo.
“So, weekend after next it is. I’ll drag Toru out of whatever invisible hideout she’s in if I have to.”
Momo smiled back. “Perfect. I’ll handle the group message tonight.”
Izuku exhaled slowly through his nose, willing his erection to calm down before someone noticed the obvious tent in his pants. He took a long sip of water, grateful for the cold shock against his tongue.
Momo glanced at him then, concern flickering in her eyes. “Izuku? Are you alright?”
He managed a slightly strained smile. “Y-yeah. Just… enjoying lunch.”
Setsuna’s grin turned positively devilish, but she said nothing—just reached across the table and stole another piece of his katsu.
“Sharing is caring, Dekun.”
Izuku groaned softly, but the sound was fond, almost fond enough to cover the lingering throb between his legs.
Lunch continued, conversation flowing easily around hero schedules and upcoming exams, while under the table the unspoken promise hung between them: later, when they weren’t in public, they’d make sure he got properly taken care of.
And Izuku—despite everything—wouldn’t have it any other way.
Lunch trays clattered as the three of them rose from the table, the cafeteria noise already thinning out as most students headed to afternoon classes. Setsuna stretched her arms above her head, back arching in a way that pulled her uniform blouse tight across her chest, then dropped them with a lazy grin.
“I’ve got a free period next block,” she announced casually.
Izuku blinked. “Wait—really? So do I.”
Momo paused mid-step, tilting her head. “As do I. That’s… unusual. Our schedules rarely align like this.”
Setsuna’s grin turned downright predatory. She stepped close—close enough that her breasts brushed Izuku’s arm—and dropped her voice to a husky murmur that still carried just far enough. “So… wanna have a three-way? I’m feeling horny and I want a throat full of Dekun’s cock right fucking now.”
Izuku’s brain flatlined. His face went from normal to nuclear in 0.3 seconds. “S-Setsuna—!”
Two second-year boys walking past froze mid-stride, eyes wide, mouths open. One choked on his own spit; the other made a strangled “Huh?” noise before they both speed-walked away, faces scarlet.
Setsuna didn’t even glance at them. She pressed herself flush against Izuku’s side, one hand sliding possessively around his waist while the other toyed with his tie. Her body radiated warmth, and when she leaned in, Izuku caught her scent—clean, crisp soap from her shampoo, mixed with something faintly citrusy and feminine that made his head spin.
Without conscious thought, he turned his head and kissed her—soft at first, just lips brushing lips. Setsuna hummed happily and deepened it immediately, tongue slipping past his teeth in a slick, hungry slide. Saliva exchanged in wet, open-mouthed pulls; her fingers tightened on his waist as she pressed her breasts harder against his chest.
Momo stepped up on Izuku’s other side, a small pout forming on her lips. She pressed close too—close enough that he could smell her now: something expensive and floral, like jasmine and warm vanilla, layered over the faint sweetness of her skin. It was different from Setsuna’s clean soap, but just as intoxicating.
Momo’s hand slid up Izuku’s back, fingers threading gently into his hair as she leaned in to kiss the corner of his jaw, then his neck—soft, claiming little presses that made him shiver.
The three of them stood there in the hallway—Setsuna devouring his mouth, Momo kissing his throat and shoulder—completely oblivious (or indifferent) to the fact that they were still in public.
Until a very familiar dry cough sounded behind them.
Aizawa stood three paces away, scarf loose around his neck, eyes half-lidded in the universal teacher expression of I’ve seen everything and I’m too tired for this.
“I know you’re young and all…” he said flatly, voice low enough not to carry far but sharp enough to cut through their haze, “…but try to set a better standard for the underclassmen.”
Izuku jolted like he’d been electrocuted. Setsuna pulled back with a wet pop, licking her lips shamelessly. Momo’s cheeks pinked, but she didn’t step away.
Aizawa sighed—the long-suffering sigh of a man who had long ago accepted that his students were going to be like this—and continued walking without another word, hands in his pockets.
The three of them stared after him for a second.
Then Setsuna snorted.
Momo hid a smile behind her hand.
Izuku buried his face in his palms, ears scarlet.
“…We’re going to get expelled one day.”
Setsuna patted his back cheerfully. “Nah. Aizawa likes us. Mostly.”
Momo leaned in, voice soft and teasing near his ear. “We should probably… continue this conversation somewhere more private.”
Setsuna’s grin turned wicked again. “Storage closet? Empty classroom? Your call, Dekun.”
Izuku groaned, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward despite himself.
“Fine. But if we get caught again, I’m blaming both of you.”
Setsuna laughed, already tugging him toward the stairwell. Momo followed, hand slipping into his free one.
The hallway slowly emptied behind them, leaving only the echo of footsteps and the faint scent of jasmine, citrus soap, and teenage hormones hanging in the air.
The storage room door clicked shut behind them with a soft but final sound. The space was dim—lit only by a single overhead bulb that buzzed faintly—and crammed with the usual school detritus: stacks of spare desks in one corner, boxes of old textbooks, a single tall locker near the door, and a chalkboard mounted crookedly on the far wall. Someone (probably a bored third-year) had sketched a surprisingly accurate All Might in chalk—heroic grin, thumbs-up pose, complete with dramatic shading—right in the center.
Izuku barely had time to register any of it before Momo and Setsuna closed in on him like a coordinated attack.
Momo pressed against his front, hands sliding up to cradle his face as she pulled him into a deep, aggressive kiss. Her tongue plunged immediately, claiming his mouth with hungry insistence—she sucked on it hard, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest, her teeth grazing his lower lip just enough to sting. Setsuna flanked him from the side, one hand already working the knot of his tie loose while the other slipped under his blazer to palm his chest through his shirt.
Setsuna tugged the tie free in one smooth pull, letting it drop to the floor as she leaned in to kiss along the newly exposed skin of his neck. “Mmm… you smell like curry and adrenaline, Dekun,” she murmured against his pulse point, nipping lightly. Her fingers moved to his shirt buttons—slow, teasing—popping them open one by one. Each undone button revealed more freckled skin; she kissed every new inch she exposed, tongue flicking over his collarbone, then down the center of his chest, tasting salt and warmth.
Momo broke the kiss just long enough to breathe, lips swollen and glistening. “We’ve been waiting for this free period all day,” she whispered, voice husky. She pressed her body tighter against him, breasts soft and full against his chest, hips rolling once in a slow grind that made him groan again.
Setsuna finished the last button and shoved the shirt open, palms sliding over his bare chest, tracing the hard lines of muscle and the faint scars from old battles. She kissed a path downward—sternum, ribs, the dip above his navel—then looked up at him through her lashes with a wicked smile.
“Pants next?” she asked, already palming the growing bulge in his slacks.
Momo’s hand joined hers, both women stroking him through the fabric in tandem. Izuku’s head tipped back against the wall with a soft thud, breath ragged.
“Please,” he managed, voice strained.
Setsuna laughed low and throaty. “That’s our boy.”
Momo leaned in again, kissing him deeply while Setsuna worked his belt open, zipper rasping down in the quiet room. The chalkboard All Might watched over them with an unchanging heroic smile, oblivious to the heat building in the cramped, dusty space.
The tie lay forgotten on the floor beside a stack of old textbooks, the only witness to the moment the three of them finally gave in to the tension that had been simmering since lunch.
Setsuna’s fingers worked Izuku’s belt open with practiced ease, the zipper rasping down in the quiet storage room. She tugged his pants and underwear low enough to free him—his cock sprang out, already half-hard and thickening fast under her gaze. She let out a low, appreciative moan, eyes half-lidded.
“Mmmmmh… big cock…”
Her tongue flicked out, dragging a slow, wet line up the sensitive underside from base to tip. The warm, slick pressure made Izuku groan deep in his throat, hips twitching forward involuntarily. His length swelled rapidly in response—veins standing out, the head flushing darker as blood rushed in.
Before it reached full hardness, Setsuna opened wide and took him down her throat in one smooth glide. A wet, lewd slurp echoed off the walls, followed by a soft, choked glrk as the head nudged the back of her throat. Her lips sealed tight around the base, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. Izuku’s cock continued to stiffen inside her mouth, stretching her throat visibly—the thick bulge of his shaft pressed outward against the delicate skin of her neck, making it swell and recede with every heartbeat.
Setsuna moaned around him, the vibration humming straight down his length. She began to bob—slow at first, then faster—slurping louder, wetter, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and running down his balls. The obscene gluck-gluck-gluck of her throat working him filled the small room, mingling with Izuku’s ragged breathing.
Izuku’s left hand slid down Momo’s back, fingers splaying over the firm curve of her ass. He squeezed hard through her skirt, kneading the soft flesh, pulling her tighter against his side. Momo moaned happily into his mouth, deepening their kiss—tongues sliding together, slick and hungry. Her free hand moved to the back of Setsuna’s head, fingers threading into her curly green hair, guiding her rhythm.
“Like that,” Momo breathed against Izuku’s lips between kisses, voice low and commanding. “Take him deeper, Setsuna! Let him feel your throat.”
Setsuna obeyed instantly, pushing forward until her nose pressed against Izuku’s pelvis, throat bulging obscenely around his full length. She held there, swallowing repeatedly, muscles rippling along his shaft in tight, rhythmic contractions. Drool poured from her stretched lips, dripping onto the floor in thick strings. Her eyes watered, but she never slowed—slurping louder, sucking harder, moaning like she was starving and he was the only thing that could satisfy her.
Izuku groaned louder, hips jerking shallowly into her mouth. His right hand tangled in Momo’s hair, tilting her head to kiss her deeper—tongues tangling, breaths shared in hot pants. Momo’s fingers tightened in Setsuna’s hair, pushing her head down again and again, controlling the pace while she devoured Izuku’s mouth.
The storage room filled with wet, filthy sounds—Setsuna’s gagging slurps, Momo’s muffled moans, Izuku’s ragged groans—while the chalkboard All Might watched impassively from the wall, thumbs-up forever frozen in approval.
The three of them were lost in it: Setsuna worshipping his cock with her throat, Momo claiming his mouth, Izuku caught perfectly between them—hands groping, hips rocking, pleasure building fast and unstoppable in the dusty, locked-away space.
Izuku’s hand slipped under the hem of Momo’s skirt, fingers gliding up the smooth curve of her thigh until they met bare skin—then lace. Thin straps of a thong hugged her hips, the fabric already damp where it pressed against her folds. He squeezed the full cheek of her ass, kneading the firm flesh, and felt her shiver against him.
Momo broke the kiss just enough to lean into his ear, breath hot and teasing. “Rip them off,” she whispered, voice low and needy. “I want you to tear them.”
Izuku didn’t hesitate. His fingers hooked the thin waistband at her hips and yanked. The lace gave way with a sharp rrrrrip, snapping like wet paper. Momo moaned softly at the sting of it, the ruined thong fluttering to the floor in tatters.
Before Setsuna could react, Momo grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her down—hard—onto Izuku’s waiting cock.
Setsuna’s eyes widened for half a second before her lips stretched around him. The head punched past her tonsils in one brutal glide; she choked loudly—glrk!—throat bulging obscenely as she took him to the root. Drool poured from the corners of her mouth, eyes watering, but she moaned around his length, the sound vibrating straight down his shaft. Her detached hand floated up to grip the base, stroking what her throat couldn’t reach while her head bobbed frantically.
Izuku groaned into Momo’s mouth, hips jerking upward on instinct. His free hand moved to Momo’s blouse—buttons popping open one by one under his fingers until the black lace bra was exposed, sheer enough to show her stiff pink nipples pressing against the delicate fabric.
Momo pulled back from the kiss, panting, eyes dark. “Rip it all off,” she whispered urgently. “I can make new ones. Do it!”
Izuku’s hands moved like they had a mind of their own. He gripped the front of her blouse and tore—fabric shredding easily, buttons pinging across the floor. The bra followed—straps snapping, cups ripping apart with a soft snap-snap. Her breasts bounced free, full and heavy, nipples already aching points. He palmed them with both hands, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp, thumbs flicking over the sensitive peaks.
Momo let out a happy, breathy sound—half moan, half laugh—and crashed her mouth back to his. The kiss was fierce, tongues tangling, teeth nipping, saliva slicking their lips as she pressed her naked breasts against his bare chest. Izuku groaned into her mouth, fingers digging into the soft flesh, kneading roughly while Setsuna continued to slurp and gag around his cock below—wet gluck-gluck-gluck sounds mixing with Momo’s needy whimpers.
Setsuna pulled off with a gasp, spit stringing from her lips to his tip. “Fuck… so thick…!” she rasped, then dove back down, taking him deep again, throat bulging as she forced herself to the base.
Momo broke the kiss to moan against his jaw. “She’s taking you so well… look at her throat… look how it stretches for you…”
Izuku’s hips bucked involuntarily, thrusting shallowly into Setsuna’s mouth while his hands roamed Momo’s body—squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, sliding down to grip her bare ass again. Momo whimpered, grinding her soaked pussy against his thigh, leaving a slick trail on his skin.
The storage room smelled of chalk dust, old paper, and raw arousal as Izuku’s hips snapped forward with sharper intent, driving his thick cock deeper into Setsuna’s waiting throat. The wet gluck-gluck-gluck grew louder, more obscene—her lips stretched taut around his girth, saliva pouring from the corners of her mouth in thick strands that dripped onto her chest. Setsuna gagged hard each time the head punched past her tonsils, throat bulging visibly with every rough plunge, but the sounds she made were pure, needy moans—vibrating down his shaft like a second heartbeat. Her eyes watered, mascara smudging in dark streaks, but she never pulled back; instead she pushed forward, forcing more of him inside until her nose brushed his pelvis.
Her hands moved frantically between them, fingers fumbling with the buttons of her blouse. One popped free, then another—she shrugged the fabric off her shoulders, letting it fall to her elbows. No bra underneath; her perky breasts bounced free, nipples already stiff and begging. She yanked the skirt down her thighs next, kicking it aside along with her shoes, leaving her in nothing but soaked black panties that clung transparently to her swollen folds.
Momo broke their kiss with a soft gasp, lips swollen and glistening. She moved smoothly to Setsuna’s side, hands gentle but efficient as she helped peel away the last barriers. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of Setsuna’s panties and tugged them down—slow at first, then faster when Setsuna lifted her hips impatiently. The fabric peeled away with a wet sound, strings of arousal stretching and snapping between the cloth and her dripping pussy.
Setsuna pulled herself off Izuku’s cock with a lewd pop, gasping for air, spit trailing from her chin to his tip in glistening webs. Her voice came out hoarse, wrecked, and dripping with demand.
“Fuck me. Right fucking now.”
Izuku didn’t hesitate.
He scooped her up by the thighs—effortless, One For All humming faintly beneath his skin—and spun her around. Setsuna landed ass-first on the edge of one of the old student desks, legs spread wide, knees hooked over his forearms. The desk creaked under her weight as he stepped between her thighs, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints. He lined the swollen, spit-slick head of his cock up with her soaked entrance—her pussy lips already parted, clit throbbing visibly, dripping down her ass crack onto the wood.
Then he shoved.
One brutal, unrelenting thrust and he buried himself to the hilt. Setsuna’s back arched off the desk with a deep, guttural moan that rattled the chalkboard behind her. Her pussy stretched obscenely around his thickness—lips pulled taut and white, inner walls fluttering helplessly as every veined inch claimed her. The bulge appeared instantly: a thick, moving ridge rising in her belly, surging upward from her pelvis to just under her ribs, the outline of his cockhead pressing clearly against her skin.
“Fuuuuck! So deep… splitting me open…!” she gasped, voice cracking into a whine. Her pussy gushed hard around him, hot juices squirting out in messy pulses that soaked his balls and dripped onto the floor.
Izuku pulled back—slow enough to let her feel every ridge dragging along her walls—then slammed forward again, bottoming out with a wet smack. Setsuna’s head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream that quickly turned vocal. “Don’t hold back! Fuck me like you wanna hurt me! Wreck this pussy and make it yours!”
Izuku nodded once—sharp, determined—and let go.
He fucked her hard and fast, hips pistoning like a machine, each thrust driving his full length into her depths. The desk creaked and slid an inch with every impact, the bulge in her belly leaping wildly—rising high, then receding, then surging again as he pounded her womb. Setsuna clamped both hands over her mouth, muffling her screams into desperate, high-pitched whimpers that still leaked through her fingers.
“Mmmph!! So big… stretching me so wide…! I can feel you in my fucking ribs, pounding my womb… making me cum! Cumming again… fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
Her pussy spasmed around him in violent contractions, squirting hard with every deep plunge, soaking his thighs and the desk beneath her ass. Her breasts bounced wildly with the force—nipples stiff and flushed—while her hands muffled scream after scream, eyes rolling back, body shaking through orgasm after orgasm.
Momo pressed her naked body against Izuku’s side, breasts squishing warmly against his arm, one hand sliding up to cup his jaw as she kissed him deeply—tongue sliding against his, moaning into his mouth. She broke away just enough to whisper hotly against his lips: “Fuck her harder, Izuku. Make her cum until she can’t think straight. Look at her… look how she’s taking you. She’s loving it.”
Her other hand reached down to fondle Setsuna’s bouncing breast, pinching the nipple hard enough to make Setsuna’s muffled scream pitch higher. Setsuna’s legs trembled, thighs shaking around Izuku’s waist as another climax ripped through her—pussy clamping down so tight it almost hurt, squirting in forceful jets that splashed against his abs.
“CUMMING AGAIN! YOUR COCK IS RUINING ME! I CAN’T… I CAN’T STOP! FUCK ME HARDER! MAKE THIS PUSSY YOURS!”
Izuku growled low in his throat, hips blurring faster, the desk rocking dangerously beneath them. Momo kissed him again—deep, possessive—while her hand slid down to rub Setsuna’s clit in tight circles, pushing her higher, deeper into the endless spiral of pleasure.
Setsuna’s hands fell away from her mouth, fingers clawing at the desk edge as she screamed openly now—voice hoarse, broken, ecstatic. “YES, FUCK!! I’M YOUR SLUT, YOUR COCK SLEEVE! POUND ME, WRECK ME! MAKE ME CUM UNTIL I BREAK!!”
The storage room echoed with wet slaps, muffled screams, and the raw, filthy symphony of three people lost completely in each other—oblivious to the world outside the locked door.
Izuku’s control frayed completely. His hips slammed forward with brutal force, One For All humming at a low, controlled burn beneath his skin—enough to drive his gigantic cock deeper, faster, harder into Setsuna’s spasming pussy. Each thrust made her entire body jolt, the desk creaking dangerously beneath her as he pounded her without mercy.
Setsuna’s screams rose in pitch, raw and unfiltered, echoing off the storage room walls.
“CUMMING… FUCK!! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!!” Her pussy clamped down in violent, rhythmic spasms, squirting hard around his shaft in hot, messy jets that splashed against his abs and dripped onto the floor. “AGAIN… CUMMING SO HARD… YOUR COCK IS RUINING MY CUNT! I CAN’T STOP CUMMING, CUMMING, CUMMING!”
Her belly bulged obscenely with every plunge—the thick ridge of his cock surging upward beneath her skin, pressing high against her ribs before retreating, only to ram back in. Her breasts bounced wildly, nipples stiff and flushed, sweat glistening across her flushed chest as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.
Izuku’s grunts grew deeper, more desperate. His balls tightened, the pressure building to an unbearable peak.
Momo noticed immediately—her hand sliding from Setsuna’s bouncing breast to cup Izuku’s cheek, turning his face toward her.
“Cum inside her,” she breathed, voice thick with arousal. “Flood her womb with your thick seed, Izuku. Give it to her.”
Setsuna’s eyes snapped to his, pupils blown wide, face twisted in ahegao bliss.
“YES! FUCKING BREED ME!” she screamed, voice cracking. “FILL MY SLUTTY CUNT! PAINT MY WOMB WHITE! BREED ME, BREED ME HARD! I NEED YOUR CUM NOW!”
Izuku’s groan was primal, “Fuck—I’m cumming…!”
He buried himself to the hilt with one final, savage thrust. His cock pulsed violently, erupting in thick, scalding ropes that flooded Setsuna’s womb in endless waves. The sheer volume was immediate and overwhelming, filling her womb to the brim!
“YESSS~! SO MUCH… FILLING ME… MY WOMB’S BURSTING! CUMMING… CUMMING FROM YOUR LOAD! I LOVE IT! BREED ME, BREED YOUR LITTLE SLUT!”
Setsuna’s body convulsed, pussy clamping down in violent spasms as another shattering orgasm tore through her. She squirted hard around his shaft, hot jets mixing with the overflow of cum that leaked from her stretched lips. Her hands flew to her stretched belly, rubbing frantically over the taut outline of his cock.
Momo let out a soft, needy moan at the sight—her own hand slipping between her thighs to rub her clit in slow circles. She leaned over Setsuna’s trembling form and kissed Izuku deeply, tongue sliding against his as she tasted the raw pleasure on his lips.
“Beautiful,” she whispered against his mouth, eyes locked on Setsuna’s cock stuffed belly. “Look at her… so full of you.”
Izuku groaned into the kiss, hips still twitching with the last pulses of his release. Setsuna lay beneath them, panting, giggling brokenly through the aftershocks, hands still rubbing over her stomach.
The storage room smelled of chalk dust, sweat, and thick, musky cum as Izuku’s hips stuttered as the last pulse of his release ebbed. He pulled back slowly, groaning low in his throat as his cock dragged free from Setsuna’s spasming pussy with a long, disgusting shlorp—a wet, suctioning sound that echoed in the cramped storage room. The moment the thick head popped out, a massive torrent of cum gushed from her gaping hole like a broken dam—thick, white ropes pouring out in forceful waves, splattering the concrete floor in heavy, sticky puddles that spread outward in a glistening mess. Setsuna’s ruined cunt twitched and leaked endlessly, the creamy flood mixing with her own squirt to form a lewd lake beneath her.
Izuku’s cock bobbed free, still rock-hard and glistening with their combined fluids, veins throbbing angrily. He turned his head, eyes locking onto Momo.
She stood a step away, completely naked, skin flushed deep pink from her neck to her thighs. Her breasts rose and fell with rapid breaths, nipples stiff and aching. A thin trail of arousal leaked steadily down the inside of each thigh, glistening in the dim light. Her gray eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, lips parted as she stared at him with raw, trembling need.
Izuku groaned, voice rough and wrecked. “More…!”
He lunged forward, hands closing around Momo’s waist. She let out a startled, delighted gasp as he lifted her like she weighed nothing—One For All humming faintly beneath his skin. Her legs parted instinctively; he spun her and shoved her back against the wall beside the tall locker with a firm thump. The cold metal pressed against her spine and shoulders, making her arch forward with a sharp inhale.
Izuku lined up in one smooth motion and thrust—spearing his entire gigantic length into her soaked pussy in a single, brutal plunge.
Momo’s head snapped back against the locker with a dull clang. A deep, lewd moan tore from her throat as her walls were forced apart around his impossible girth. Her pussy gushed immediately, hot slick juices squirting around his shaft as a powerful orgasm crashed through her from penetration alone.
“YES, TAKE ME! OH FUCK… SO BHIIIIIG! I’M CUMMING ALREADYYYY!!!”
Her legs snapped around his waist like a vice, heels digging into his lower back as she bucked her hips forward to meet him, driving his cock even deeper. The thick bulge surged up her belly instantly—starting just above her pelvis and climbing high, pressing outward beneath her smooth skin until it nearly brushed the underside of her breasts. Each frantic roll of her hips made the ridge jump and pulse, her inner walls fluttering and clenching desperately around every veined inch.
“DEEPER! FUCK… SO FULL…! YOUR COCK IS IN MY WOMB, STRETCHING ME SO WIDE… I CAN FEEL EVERY VEIN! POUND ME… POUND MY SLUTTY CUNT! MAKE ME YOURS!”
Izuku growled, hands gripping the undersides of her thighs to hold her up as he began to thrust—hard, fast, relentless. The wet schlop-schlop-schlop of her soaked pussy swallowing him echoed off the walls, her juices squirting in rhythmic pulses that soaked his balls and dripped down to the floor. Her breasts bounced wildly with every impact—full, heavy, nipples dragging against his chest as she clung to him. The bulge in her belly leaped with each deep plunge, the outline of his cockhead pressing clearly against her skin before retreating, only to surge forward again.
Momo’s arms locked around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as she rode him with equal desperation—hips rolling, grinding, bucking to take him deeper.
“FUCK, YESSSS! JUST LIKE THAT… YOUR COCK IS REARRANGING MY INSIDES! I LOVE IT… I LOVE BEING YOUR COCK SLEEVE!! CUMMING… CUMMING AGAIN! DON’T STOP! MY WOMB IS YOURS! FILL ME! BREED MEEEE!”
Her voice cracked into high, broken screams as orgasm after orgasm tore through her—pussy spasming violently, squirting hard around his shaft in hot jets that splashed against his abs and ran down their joined bodies. Her legs trembled, thighs shaking around his waist, but she never stopped moving—never stopped begging, never stopped chasing more.
Izuku’s groans mingled with her cries, sweat dripping from his brow onto her chest as he fucked her against the wall—hard, deep, relentless—lost in the heat of her body and the raw, perfect need she gave him without reservation. The storage room filled with the filthy symphony of their sex: wet slaps, gushing squirt, her desperate moans, his ragged breaths, and the faint creak of the locker behind her as it rocked with every thrust.
Setsuna watched from the desk, legs still spread, fingers lazily circling her clit as she drank in the sight—eyes bright with renewed hunger.
Izuku’s thrusts grew savage, hips slamming forward with brutal precision. Each plunge drove his gigantic cock balls-deep into Momo’s clenching pussy, the wet schlop-schlop-schlop of her soaked folds echoing off the storage room walls. Her back scraped against the cold metal locker with every impact, breasts bouncing wildly, nipples dragging across his chest. The bulge in her belly surged obscenely—thick, veined ridge rising high beneath her skin, pressing outward until it nearly brushed her sternum before receding, only to surge again on the next thrust.
Momo’s arms locked tighter around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him desperately as he pulled back from the wall, supporting her weight in a seat made from his hands. She chewed her lower lip and hissed with pleasure before screaming again. “YES, IZUKU! HARDER… AHHN, I LOVE YOU! POUND MY HOLE ALL YOU WANT!! AHH FUUUUCK, I’M CUMMING SO HARD…! YOUR DICK FEELS SO GOOD INSIDE ME! MORE! MORE, MORE, MORE, MOOORE!!!”
Her voice cracked into shattered screams, pussy spasming violently around him. Hot squirt gushed from her stretched lips with every deep plunge, soaking his balls and splashing against the floor in messy arcs. Her walls fluttered and milked him in endless contractions, each orgasm rolling into the next until her body shook uncontrollably, thighs trembling around his waist.
Izuku groaned against her mouth, voice rough and ragged.
“I love you too, Momo… I love all of you!”
Their lips crashed together again, tongues tangling in a messy, desperate kiss. Momo rolled her entire body into his thrusts—hips grinding down hard, meeting every slam with equal force. The motion drove him even deeper; the bulge in her belly leaped higher, the head of his cock grinding against the deepest walls of her womb. She came again—then again—screaming into his mouth as her pussy gushed harder, juices running down their joined thighs in slick rivers.
“CUM INSIDE ME!” she begged, breaking the kiss just enough to gasp against his lips. “FILL ME! FLOOD MY WOMB! I NEED YOUR CUM! PLEASE, IZUKU, BREED ME!”
Izuku’s control snapped.
He leaned her back in the air—hands gripping the undersides of her thighs, holding her suspended as he buried himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed violently, erupting in thick, scalding ropes that flooded her womb in endless waves.
“YESSS~! SO MUCH… FILLING MY WOMB! I LOVE IT… I LOVE FEELING YOU BREED ME! CUMMING… CUMMING FROM YOUR HOT LOAD! IT FEELS SO GOOD! SO FULL…! I’M YOURS… ALL YOURS!”
Her final orgasm shattered her completely—pussy clamping down in violent spasms, squirting hard around his shaft in hot jets that splashed against his abs and ran down their bodies. She threw her head back, screaming in pure ecstasy as pleasure drowned her senses.
Izuku held her through it, hips twitching with the last heavy pulses, groaning her name as he emptied everything he had inside her.
When the final spurt faded, they stayed locked together—panting, trembling, sweat-slick skin pressed tight. She looked up at him with glassy, blissed-out eyes, a soft, sated smile curving her swollen lips.
“I love you,” she whispered again, voice wrecked and tender.
Izuku kissed her forehead, then her lips—gentle now, reverent.
“I love you too, Momo.”
They stayed like that for a long moment—bodies joined, hearts racing, the storage room quiet except for their slowing breaths and the faint drip of their combined fluids onto the floor.
Izuku eased back slowly, hips withdrawing with careful gentleness until his cock slipped free from Momo’s still-twitching pussy. A thick, wet shlorp accompanied the motion, followed by a lazy gush of his cum spilling from her stretched entrance—creamy white ropes sliding down her inner thighs and dripping onto the already-soaked floor. Momo let out a soft, contented sigh as he lowered her feet to the ground, her legs wobbling for a moment before she found her balance. She pressed one hand to her lower belly, rubbing slow circles over the once stretched area, feeling the last sloshes of seed settle inside her.
Izuku stepped back, leaning his shoulders against the cool wall beside the locker for support. Sweat glistened across his bare chest and abs, dripping in slow trails down his skin. His breathing was still heavy, cock hanging thick and semi-hard between his legs, glistening with their combined fluids.
He glanced down at the floor—and froze.
Their discarded clothes lay in a tangled, ruined heap: his torn shirt and pants, Momo’s shredded blouse and skirt, Setsuna’s uniform pieces—all completely drenched in thick, sticky layers of his cum. The fabric had absorbed so much that dark, wet patches spread outward like inkblots, the white ropes still slowly oozing across the concrete.
“Crap,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “My Quickband’s back in the dorm room. I can’t even switch to my hero costume…”
Momo giggled—light, breathless, still flushed and glowing from their earlier intensity. She pushed a strand of dark hair behind her ear and stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm.
“Don’t worry, Izuku,” she said softly, voice warm with affection. “I can make us all fresh clothes. It’s no trouble at all.”
She paused, glancing down at the mess on the floor—puddles of cum pooling around their feet, soaking into the grout lines between tiles. A mischievous little smile curved her lips.
“Though first… I should probably make a mop with high absorbency to clean this up.”
Setsuna—still sprawled on the desk, legs dangling off the edge, one hand lazily tracing circles over her own deflated but still-sensitive belly—burst into laughter. The sound was bright and unrestrained, echoing off the walls.
“Oh my god, Momo,” she wheezed, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. “High-absorbency mop. You’re gonna need industrial-grade for this disaster zone.”
Izuku groaned, covering his face with one hand, ears scarlet. “You two are impossible.”
Momo leaned in and kissed his cheek—soft, sweet, lingering just long enough to make him relax a fraction.
“We’re just practical,” she teased, already raising her free hand. A soft glow bloomed from her exposed skin as lipids rearranged. “Now hold still. I’ll have everything sorted in a moment.”
Setsuna hopped off the desk, stretching her arms above her head with a satisfied groan. “Make mine extra stretchy. I have a feeling we’re gonna need room to move later.”
Izuku peeked through his fingers, caught between mortification and helpless fondness.
The storage room—once just a forgotten corner of UA—now smelled overwhelmingly of sex, sweat, and the faint chalk dust that clung to everything. But as Momo’s Quirk hummed to life and fresh clothes began to materialize in neat stacks on a nearby box, the three of them shared a quiet, breathless laugh.
Just another afternoon.
Just another moment stolen from the world.
And somehow, impossibly, still theirs.
(Story by User: SailorIo)