This is my first story of the sort and honestly, a big motivation is to better at writing darker and more taboo smut. It will have darker elements to it like coercion, blackmail, cheating etc etc etc

So if that squicks you out then it's probably best to not read this. By the way, UA is a University in this one and everyone is 18 or above in this story.

"Somewhat High Testerone."

Inko blinked at the man's words.

"Come again?" she asked Dr Mikazuki. Normally, Dr Garaki would have been who Inki would've taken Izuku to for his Quirk testing, but Dr Mikazuki was a part of a new scheme started by the Hero Commission.

The toe joint test had been one of the most common and affordable ways used to determine the presence of Quirks. Unfortunately, beyond that, it was up to the child and the family to discover the bounds of their Quirk as in-depth tests were shockingly expensive.

This had led to a lot of misdiagnosed cases and even a few lawsuits as kids who were said to have average or generally mundane Quirks experienced surges randomly. So the Commission was footing the bill to allow for more affordable testing that didn't just stop at an X-ray but also had blood tests, brain scans and other stuff that went over Inko's head.

The issue was Izuku had to be at least 10 for it to be fully effective and throughout his childhood, Inko had lost more and more hope for him getting a Quirk suitable for hero work. It was extremely clear just how much her son wanted to be a Hero—all the All Might merch proved that in all honesty.

However, he had shown neither her nor Hisashi's (bless his soul) Quirk or even a combination of the two. He didn't have the toe joint which was why there were here but beyond that nothing. From what Inko had heard, Izuku was the last in his class to not show his Quirk.

And Inko knew how much that hurt him and she also knew how much he had been looking forward to finding out what he had.

Somehow, she knew this wouldn't end well.

"Testerone?" Izuku asked bouncing around in his seat, "That makes people big and strong, right?! I read about it online when doing some, uh, research."

"That's quite close," Dr Mikazuki said as she yawned. Her exhaustion was seeping through even as she rattled off an explanation, "It's an important hormone that everybody's body produces in varying amounts. Your body produces quite a lot of it, but beyond that, there appears to be no underlying Quirk."

Izuku had always been quick on the uptake and so Inko's heart dropped when Izuku's smile froze, "Oh...uhm...Ok...C-Can I still become a hero with it ?"

Dr Mikazuki gave a glance to Inko and she looked at Izuku's glistening eyes before giving a minute mod.

"...No. I don't think that is possible," Dr Mikazuki said with a frown, "You will probably gain muscle mass and have a higher bone density, but nothing too extreme. Furthermore, high levels of testosterone on its own, let alone when coupled with the stressors of being a Pro, can cause heart muscle damage, liver failure, stunted growth..."

Dr Mikazuki continued to rattle off a host of issues that came with higher levels of testosterone. Insomnia, blood clots, impotence (which Izuku thankfully understood the meaning), mood swings, irritability/aggressiveness, euphoria and more. So much more.

All in all, it painted a grim picture.

Both Izuku and Inko didn't have much of a response for that. While the upside was Izuku may gain muscle mass more easily than others, not only was the degree of that unknown but it came with a bevy of potential health issues. All this without the stress that a life of crime-fighting would bring.

Inko took care of the last few things before preparing to leave. Izuku's eyes were still wet and she had tried to pull him into a hug, but he had almost angrily shrugged her off("No!").

Not much was said after that.

Dr Mikazuki seemed to sense the awkward air and tried her best to spin a positive light, "You know I could refer you to another specialist who may be able to give you a better idea of what his Quirk can do. Maybe—"

"No," Izuku said with his head down.

Inko's heart twisted painfully as she was torn between hugging her son but also respecting the space he had so clearly wanted. This was yet another of the many times that she wished Hisashi

"I don't need another stupid doctor telling me what I can or can't do! I'll become a hero! Watch me!"

With that said Inko had to apologise before running after her 10-year-old son.

"Oh, Hisashi, I wish you were still here..."

Inko had to run after Izuku—something a lot harder now that time was catching up with her. She had to duck and weave through the hospital as a lot of arrivals seemed to be coming in. A sense of dread honed by living in a villain-ingested world made Inko's blood run cold.

"Hey! Have you seen a kid about this tall with green hair?"

"Excuse me! Have you seen a green-haired boy wearing an All Might hoodie?"

Inko kept badgering everyone she passed until she got a tip to go outside. Inko dashed outside the hospital and her eyes scanned the street wildly. There was pandemonium as people ran all over the place— a very tangible panic in the air.

A villain attack.

The smoke in the air added to the apocalyptic atmosphere. The earth was shaking intermittently and there were heroes desperately evacuating civilians. The sound of gunfire emanated from somewhere.

"IZUKU!"

Inko kicked into hyperdrive as she tried to find Izuku. Adrenaline surged through her veins and perhaps for the first time ever, Inko wished she'd become a Pro. Maybe then she'd be able to find Izuku and not be on the verge of a panic attack.

Inko continued to run around and look for her son. She shrugged off any attempts from Pros to escort her away as she sought Izuku out. Why did they have to go today of all days? This was her fault, she should have picked another day or another time and Izuku would have been safe.

Was he even still alive?

Inko would've continued down that dark hole, but out the corner of her eye she saw it— a flash of green. She took a second look and her heart swam with relief. Izuku was okay...or so she thought as she looked closer.

A man with white hair and in a suit was talking to Izuku. This would have not necessarily have been cause for concern, but the blood splatters on the man's clothes told another story. He held a rock in his hand and judging from Izuku's posture—he had clearly thrown it at the man.

The last troubling clue were the corpses surrounding the two of them like some sort of macabre fence. The final pieces clicked into place as Inko fully processed the danger her son was in. She used her Quirk to pull the nearest weapon to her. A sharp piece of rebar flew into her hand and Inko sprinted as she saw the man approach Izuku.

She had to make it.

Izuku felt like an idiot.

If he had stayed inside the hospital, he would've been safe and yet here he was. He'd watched as this man killed seven heroes with lightning and fire and lasers and so much more. It made no sense at all and despite the fear, he had felt Izuku had thrown a rock at the seemingly magical man.

The man had caught it without even looking at Izuku. His suit was covered in the blood of his poes and he turned towards Izuku with a chilling smile. His white hair shadowed his eyes— a look so chilling Izuku felt as though his legs had locked.

"I see, " the man's voice was deep and horrifying, "You're a fan of All Might, are you?"

Izuku gave the smallest of nods.

"And yet where is he?" The Villain continued coolly, "Where is your number one hero? Where is your Symbol of Peace? Look around. Do you see any hope in these people's eyes? Do you feel safe?"

Izuku didn't need to look. The sounds in the air were enough to tell the full story. Was this what heroes went up against? Izuku almost collapsed to his knees, but he held firm.

"A-All Might will beat you! Y-You're just a-another monster that one of our h-heroes will take care of."

"A monster? How rude," The Villain said as he approached Izuku, "I see. You want to be a hero, don't you? I can see it in your eyes and yet you threw a rock instead of using your Quirk."

In the blink of an eye, the man was in front of Izuku. His hand glowed red as he forced it against Izuku's forehead and a sharp pain rang through Izuku's body as he dropped to his knees. The Villain let out an inquisitive sound.

"Your Quirk... how very disappointing," The Villain said with a tone that ate away at Izuku, "How much do you wish to be a hero?"

Unshakeable confidence filled Izuku, "More than anything!"

"You remind me of him," The Villain said before smiling, "You would make the perfect example of my point. You think me a monster, but I'm no different than any of your heroes. If they had my power, they'd be just as bad if not worse."

"You're l-lying."

The Villain chuckled, "Am I? I'll let you find this out the hard way..."

Izuku heard a familiar voice cry out his name and yet he couldn't even move as white-hot pain washed over him. His body burnt and froze and spasmed as something forced its way in. The world began to spin as the man stepped away.

"You remind me of him, copy," The Villain said to him as he casually stopped an attack from someone vaguely familiar to Izuku, "That's why I want you to become like me."

As Izuku's consciousness faded he finally recognised who the villain had in his grasp.

"Mom?"

"Izuku! Listen to me baby, I love you so much!"

"Auspicious timing, wouldn't you say?" the man said as he ripped the metal rod from his mother's grasp, "Let us see if that annoying righteousness you have can survive this."

His mother seemed to be on the verge of losing it. Izuku didn't understand what was happening—

"This isn't your fault, Izuku! Okay?! This isn't your—"

His mother was cut off as a metal rod burst through her chest. A spray of blood flew from her and rained down on Izuku. That was all he could take. He felt his eyes begin to close as he stared into the wet and fading eyes of his mother— a sharp rod sticking out her chest.

Izuku hoped that this was all just a nightmare and his mother would be there when he woke up preparing breakfast.

"I'll be seeing you, Izuku..."

His mother's face was stuck in a pained smile her hand reaching towards him, but not quite bridging the gap between them. A deluge of blood leaked out her mouth and her hauntingly glassy eyes stared back at him.

Eight Years Later

The smell of burning wax flit through Izuku's room. The candle providing just enough light for Izuku to see. He kept his gaze pinned straight ahead as he worked away at his set of pushups. Finally, he reached the end of his set and stopped.

He chanced a look around his room. He spotted the fast asleep forms of his six roommates. Good. No one had woken up. Izuku blew out the candles and went out of his room as he walked towards the bathroom.

He opened the taps and water poured out into the cracked sink. The overhead lights buzzed as Izuku washed his face. The grime and sweat on his face was gradually washed away. By the time, he was done Izuku's face was soaked.

He shut the tap and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was about six feet tall and had the physique of a pro athlete or well pro hero. This was eight years in the making. Ever since what had happened to his mom, Izuku had made himself a promise.

Originally, he wanted to be a hero because alk heroes and especially All Might inspired him that simply wasn't the case anymore. It was hard to keep heroes on a pedestal when you spent the past eight years in a place filled with those heroes had failed.

Izuku knew that it wasn't necessarily fair that a lot of the kids at Aldera Youth Centre had an at-best mild distaste for Pro Heroes. Pros were only human and they were bound to lose sometimes, not everyone could always win.

...Except for All Might who seemed to be the only Pro that everyone here outright loved and adored.

In any case, Izuku's adulation for Pro Heroes had been trimmed down rather significantly. His interest in becoming a Pro had only ever increased, though. He increased his hero analysis and kept his eyes peeled for any sight of The Villain.

There never was any.

The police had dismissed the Shirai Massacre as a cold case and it had never been mentioned all that much anymore. A few months after getting the same response from the detectives, Izuku had thrown everything into preparing himself for his goal.

He trained his body to the bone, read all sorts of books from various heroes and even practised at a dojo. He did all that and more and he did that for eight years, but it would amount to nothing— not when he faced such an impossible task with meagre resources.

The man who had killed his mother had used all sorts of different Quirks. He knew it for a fact and had said as much to the police, but his words were dismissed. The man had killed the Pro Fyre Fest with a blast of ice and then used Telekinesis to crush the windpipe of Light Walker.

Izuku had seen the carnage that the man and his minions had caused and yet no one believed him when he said that the man had to have multiple Quirks. It annoyed him greatly then and now, but it didn't change what he had to do.

He had to defeat a man with what seemed like infinite Quirks—

"Huh? Oh! H-Hi Midoriya!" a girl, Megumi, walked into the bathroom and she seemed flustered as she looked at his body.

"Sorry about this, Megumi. I was just exercising..." Izuku trailed off as he looked Megumi up and down. She was only in a tank top and sleep shorts. Megumi's legs were long and toned and he could just imagine them—

"M-Midoriya?"

Izuku looked back into her eyes and he almost combusted as she met his gaze. Did she catch him? Oh, fuck. Time to play it off. Was she blushing? It was probably just the heat or something? Yeah, that was totally it.

"Sorry, I just spaced out. I think exercising really took it out of me," Izuku said and again he looked her up and down savouring how her shirt wrapped around—

Izuku shook his head, "I think I need to go to bed. I guess I'll see you at school?"

Thankfully, Megumi seemed not to realise it and she nodded a bit frantically before yawning. She stretched her arms which made the hem of her shirt rise. This time Izuku was slicker as he looked at her smooth skin before all but sprinting out of there.

He brushed past Megumi and didn't stop moving until he made it back to his room. He got into his bed and finally laid down. Laying there underneath his blanket, there was a distinct tightness in his pants that hadn't been there before.

"Fantastic," Izuku sighed, "Stupid Quirk drawbacks."

His Quirk had an upside in that it made it almost stupidly easy to gain muscle mass. He was a lot stronger and faster and fitter than pretty much anyone he knew. The only exception was Tsuchikawa and he was literally a rock giant.

The downsides were pretty bad, though. Insomnia (which he was dealing with now), headaches, acne(that had been a fun time) and unfortunately a higher sex drive. Oddly, the internet had listed that last one as a net benefit.

Izuku didn't see it that way.

He never really had the worse side effects like heart defects or liver damage, but the other ones were bugging him. Particularly, the higher sex drive. As if puberty wasn't bad enough, things only seemed to get worse.

Now, he was getting hard from seeing Megumi's thighs. Don't get Izuku wrong, they were really hot thighs. Hell, Megumi was pretty hot. Then again, Izuku thought that about a lot of the girls his age.

Unfortunately, he hadn't yet had sex. The furthest he'd gone was getting rubbed out by Hina a couple of times. He had always wanted her to go further, but she never did. Honestly, her handjobs and his life had been awesome... until she'd turned 18 and went to a hero school all the way across the country.

That, unlike Hina, had sucked.

Now, he had to get into Japan's best hero university with a pretty average and often inconvenient Quirk and somehow become strong enough to kill a man who has evaded capture for years after committing a massacre.

"No big deal, really."

Aldera High was the final step Izuku had to take before going to UA and Izuku couldn't wait to leave. They had the last of their classes lined up before having to endure various assessments. Izuku had to do pretty well on these tests if he even wanted to be considered for the Entrance Exam at UA.

Right now, he was on his phone outside one of the smaller buildings and checking his email for any word from UA. There was nothing whatsoever. School had been tedious as usual and Izuku wanted to change and head over to the assessment field. With a sigh, Izuku put his phone away and planned to get the hell out of dodge before that prick showed up and—

"Deku."

Izuku sighed and turned around, "What is it Kacchan?"

Somehow over the years, they'd never dropped the nicknames they had for each other. They barely even spoke anymore particularly after the whole fallout from his mom's death.

"I heard you're applying to UA," Bakugou said and Izuku watched as he seemed to pick his next words carefully, "Why? You don't even have—know what your Quirk is."

Not exactly true. The Quirk clinic his mother had gone to had been destroyed in the Shirai Massacre and with it, any records of Izuku's Quirk. He'd never bothered to correct anyone on it either. Not because he was some evil mastermind, but knowing that his mother had died just to find out his Quirk was "Moderately High Testerone".

It was still odd seeing that Bakugou had mellowed out— kind of. He was still abrasive and arrogant and awful to everyone especially those he deemed weaker than him— which was basically everyone.

It was still a world apart from the awfulness Bakugou showed when they were kids.

"We're both a lot fitter than the average Pro, Kacchan," Izuku said as he adjusted his bag, "That's what UA's fit test told us. We're the only two who did so well out of the seven schools in our area. I don't care about being number one. Just being a hero itself will help me out a lot."

Not everyone had amazing Quirks like Bakugou or some of his other classmates. A fit of cold and piercing jealousy filled Izuku every time he saw them too. He was grateful that he did have a useful Quirk and all, but seeing Bakugou literally fly using explosions or Oni's devil wings really made his reality hard to swallow.

But Izuku was not a quitter so swallow it he did.

"Fine," Bakugou said a bit tersely before frowning, "My mom told me to invite you for dinner...again. You coming?"

A sick feeling spread through Izuku's body.

"Sorry, but no. I've got something else to do today after the tests."

This wasn't the first time Bakugou's mother was asking and it also wasn't the first time he'd said no. There were some things and situations that Izuku tried to avoid and this was one of them—

"Look, Deku. I know what I did to you was wrong, but—"

"How's it going, guys?!"

—and this was another...

Izuku did his best to act calm as Yuki Yoshino inserted herself into their conversation. Normally, Izuku would have been grateful for an interruption like this, but he would have much preferred if it were anyone else.

"Tch, whatever," Bakugou said as he eyed Yuki before turning to leave, "Don't screw this week up, Deku. UA's Entrance Exam is in a month so don't slack off now."

Izuku wanted to slink off, but he was stopped in his tracks as Yuki grabbed onto his hand, "Come on, Izuku! You aren't even going to say hello?"

Izuku sighed, "Hey, Yuki."

Yuki pressed herself up against him pushing him into the wall. They were by one of the buildings that no one really hung around. It was used for the photography club or something. Izuku stayed here because it allowed him to be invisible and avoid Bakugou and especially Yuki.

Clearly, he needed a new spot.

He could feel Yuki's boobs pressing into his chest. Hell, he could feel her nipples through her shirt. Izuku felt something shift downstairs and he frowned and tried to shift his lower body away from Yuki.

"You don't sound happy to see me," Yuki said with an exaggerated pout and he froze as her hand brushed over his dick, "You do feel happy, though. Come on, Izuku. Why do you always want to do this the hard way? You're my lucky charm."

Ugh.

It was those words more than anything that convinced him that Yuki was off her rocker. She had somehow gotten it into her head that Izuku was a lucky charm or something. Months ago, they'd kissed just the one time— a dare for Yuki from her she-devil friend Ryoko.

It was more accurate to say that Yuki had kissed him. He hadn't even reciprocated or anything.

Later that day, they had a multi-school physical assessment organised by the Hero Commission. Yuki had come fifth overall which was especially notable since she had never even been in the top twenty before. Izuku had been puzzled but had brushed it off.

He and Bakugou had the top two spots so Aldera had had three students in the top five. They'd never had even one before he and Bakugou had gone here. Needless to say, Yuki had received a lot of praise from staff and students alike for her vast improvement.

Izuku thought it was a fluke.

Sure enough, Yuki came 26th in the next one. He remembered her being confused by it all on the ride back with Ryoko, but he had never asked and she'd never explained. Another assessment and this time Yuki came 41st— below what any decent Hero School would accept.

That was what had sent her into a frenzy in Izuku's opinion. It had been quite the sight watching her pester everyone who had beaten her about their training methods. Bakugou and Yuki had almost come to blows which actually may have ended a bit badly for Bakugou...

In any case, Midoriya had been the last person she'd spoken to...and it had been something.

"Hey, Izuku! Hold up!"

Izuku sighed as he turned to face Yuki. She had Ryoko in tow who was watching with an exasperated look on her face. Yuki's hair was up in the double bun style she always had, but her hair was rather frizzy and her face was stretched into a panic.

"What is it?" Izuku queried even though he knew what it was about. Yuki hadn't been subtle about asking people for training methods.

"You're my last hope!" Yuki all but wept as threw herself all over him, "How did you get so fast and strong?!"

Izuku tried to ignore how Yuki felt against him but wasn't entirely successful. He could only hope that neither Yuki nor Ryoko decided to look down there... Girls never did that, right?

"I j-just train hard," Izuku said as Yuki pressed in closer, "I could give you my schedule, maybe?"

"What? No?" Yuki said exasperated as she finally moved away, "I've asked and tried everyone's schedule— and none worked! Kourou told me she trained her legs doing kicks. I can do them perfectly, look—"

Yuki did her kick— and it was an admittedly perfect and crisp kick. The thing that was of more interest to Izuku, though, was the peek up Yuki's skirt that he got. Seeing her panties did put something of a positive spin on this bizarre conversation.

"—but nothing works! " Yuki finished thankfully not noticing where he'd looked, "I still don't how I got that 5th place. And I've tried everything I did that day."

Everything? Izuku blinked and he turned to Ryoko who seemed to have the same realisation. He shook his head in the negative, but Ryoko didn't care as she doomed Izuku to hell.

"Have you kissed him?"

Yuki blinked, "What are you— oh that's right! I kissed you on that day, Izuku! Could that be it? You're super smart, aren't you? Maybe it was your Quirk?"

Ryoko took a step forward and she eyed him up and down before smiling, "...Come to think of it. What even is your Quirk? Nobody knows. Are you Quirkless? You can tell us all about it if you're scared."

Like hell was he telling them what his Quirk was. Even with that look, Ryoko was giving him. If she and Yuki weren't so unhinged then he'd totally be on board to board them.

"Yes. I am Quirkless."

Please work.

"Whatever! I'm still kissing you!"

It didn't.

"Something tells me he wouldn't mind it," Ryoko said and Izuku just about fainted as he saw where she was pointing, "This isn't too hard for you, is it?"

"Look—" Izuku was cut off as Yuki shoved her tongue in his mouth. Her hand brushed over his dick which made him moan before she pulled back.

"I've actually made a lot of progress, but maybe this will help too! Don't heroes and athletes have lucky charms and rituals ?"

Only the crazy ones.

"Only the crazy ones," Ryoko echoed before she turned towards him and winking, "So we both meet the match. Bye, Izuku!"

"Bye, lucky charm!"

Yuki came fourth that day.

Izuku shook those past thoughts as he felt Yuki wrap her fingers around his dick.

"Come on. You know I won't do well without my lucky charm."

It was a lie. She'd come fifth many times without his help. If anything, Izuku was convinced that she only began to work harder because she was seeing tangible results. There were weeks where he managed to escape and Yuki would still do really well.

Izuku took a deep breath before pushing Yuki away, "Leave me alone, Yuki. This thing doesn't work."

"That's too bad," Ryoko's voice chimed in as she walked out the empty photography building, "I kinda wanted to see what the fuss is. Come on. Yuki. He wants to fight this one. Beat him and make it quick."

Izuku's muscles tensed as Yuki smiled at him. It was just as wide and carefree as her usual smiles, but there was a malicious undercurrent that was all too easy to detect. Izuku scanned his surroundings and he frowned as Ryoko cut off the path to the school.

With a resigned sigh, Izuku dropped into a stance.

Smoke began to waft off Yuki as she lifted her hand. Izuku watched, equal parts fascinated and worried, as her hand morphed into flames. Yuki's Quirk was amazing. The ability to turn into actual fire and even project it a fair bit. She couldn't shoot fireballs or anything, but that didn't disqualify how good it was.

...Unfortunately for him, Yuki's Quirk turned her into actual fire which meant no physical attacks.

He'd still try it, though. Izuku rushed Yuki and he was forced to dodge a peal of flames from her hand. He just managed to get within range when Ryoko intervened. A blast of wind washed over him and he was sent tumbling until he smashed into the front of the photography building.

Ryoko's Quirk allowed her to fire off blasts of air, but only from her arms. It was scalable (he'd seen her do stuff like send a kid clean across a room but also there seemed to be some sort of feedback/backlash. Sure enough, after he shook the cobwebs away, he watched as Ryoko kept shaking her hand and stretching out her fingers.

Alright, screw this.

Izuku got to his feet and ran inside the photography building. It seemed to be empty which was not ideal, but he got over it. Izuku dove into a room that was filled to the brim with cameras. He tried to lock the door behind him but frowned when he saw that the lock was there, but there was no key whatsoever.

Izuku closed the door behind him as Ryoko and Yuki apparently decided to walk towards him. He wasn't an idiot. Yuki clearly had a thing for him and she seemed to genuinely believe the lucky charm theory. Normally, he'd be stoked at the potential this situation had but again Yuki's personality made it a lot easier to recoil at Yuki's body.

The kind act was a facade. She and Ryoko had done this before and probably would do this again and he was stumped at how to stop them. He was just absolutely done with their shit and just once he'd want to turn the tables on them. If he took their power away, they'd be finished.

Just how to do that?

He could definitely take Ryoko on his own and Yuki would be a problem, but that was fine. He just had to outthink them and then get his revenge. Izuku looked around the room and all he saw were cameras, cameras and more cameras. Their blinking lights seemed to taunt him as—

Hang on, blinking lights?

Izuku smiled as a plan came to mind.

"Okay, let's do this."

Yuki smiled as she came to the last door in the photography building. Technically, the bathroom was there too, but this building was still used sometimes so Izuku wouldn't dare go in there and risk being seen leaving. He was smart like that.

Yuki really didn't have anything against Izuku— not really. He was just so addicting. It was so weird. The first time she'd aced an assessment was after she'd kissed Izuku on a dare and that kiss had been everything. Her whole body had felt like it was on fire— and it wasn't just her Quirk too.

After flunking the next few tests, she'd chased that feeling for so long and had gone to the ends of the world until she finally thought of asking Izuku. Kissing him again hadn't been in the script, but she'd aced her test again.

Yuki was a little superstitious, but also having Izuku ( who everyone knew was actually really strong) at her mercy was the real enjoyable part of doing this.

Anyways, she'd found it easier to go the gym after getting Izuku the second time and had actually made some progress. Still, though, her body pined for Izuku. Kissing him better and feeling him up felt a lot better when she had all the power. What's more, Izuku said he didn't like it, but his dick said otherwise.

He loved it.

"Come on, Ryoko. He's in there," Yuki said as her best friend finally caught up, "You get over the recoil yet?"

"Yeah. This better be as good as you're making it out to be," Ryoko said before walking to the door and turning the knob, "Not locked? Hmmm, maybe he does want this."

Yuki could feel it begin to get a bit hot as Ryoko opened the door. Her panties becoming just a bit uncomfortable in anticipation of what laid ahead. Her nipples were already straining against her shirt and bra and if Yuki was the type she'd be embarrassed about it.

Ryoko opened the door and immediately Izuku charged them. A quick blast of air from Ryoko grounded him immediately. He tried to sit up, but a follow-up blast of air forced him back down.

"Get on the table," Yuki ordered and she turned her hand into fire for emphasis, "Don't even think about not listening. Oh, and take off your blazer and shirt."

Izuku paused for a bit and his eyes flicked around the room before he sighed. A warm feeling pulsed through Yuki as big-and-strong Izuku stripped for her. They were about a foot apart in height and he was more than double her weight and yet she had the power.

Izuku had shucked the top half of his uniform off quickly and now he was topless leaning against the table. The look in his eyes very nearly made Yuki soak her underwear. In a good way, that was.

"Lie down," Ryoko said but before Izuku could move she blasted with a wave of air which did it for him, "Oops."

Yuki unbuttoned her shirt as she walked to Izuku. She relished the half-scared, half-aroused look he gave her as she climbed onto the table and straddled him. Her bra kept sneaking into view as she shifted around and her pussy was grinding against his abs.

A moan escaped her lips as she smiled down at him. Her shirt flew off leaving her in just her bra and skirt. Her tits weren't as huge as Ryoko's but she thought they were pretty great. Apparently, Izuku did too as he kept trying and failing to look away from her tits.

"Look at them," Yuki commanded as she pressed a smoking palm to his chest, "Hot, isn't it?"

Izuku grimaced at the pain before reluctantly looking at her breasts. His look made her tingle and she ground her pussy against his abs sending waves of pleasure up her spine. Yuki bent down and grabbed Izuku's head before pulling him into a kiss.

He didn't kiss her back which annoyed Yuki. She lifted up before pointing a flaming finger at his cheek. His eyes were stuck on the finger and he looked ready to move away, but it never came.

"Just do as I say and then we won't hurt you. Understand?" Yuki asked and she smiled when he gave a hesitant nod, "Alright. Now kiss me."

Their lips met again and all Yuki could feel were fireworks. It was like a current was running through her body as their tongues swirled around each other. Yuki was now leaving trails on Izuku's abs where she was grinding into him. Her hands traced over Izuku's tanned and muscled body before she made him place his hands on her hips.

Yuki continued kissing him until her lungs began to burn for air. She pulled back and she could feel that her cheeks were a hot red. Izuku seemed to be annoyed, but it was clear as day that he had enjoyed it. She turned towards Ryoko whose hand was grabbing at her breast through her shirt.

"Normally, I'd stop here, but this feels just too good," Yuki admitted as she rose to her feet on the table.

She relished Izuku's shocked and heated look as she dropped her skirt. She was now only in a pair of pink panties and there was a noticeable wet spot on the front. The smell of her arousal filled the air and it was having a major effect on Yuki. She pulled her panties down revealing her pussy to the room.

There was a small tuft of hair above her slit and her thighs and lips were saturated with her juices Yuki walked over the table before kneeling over Izuku's face. She barely gave him any time to react before she settled her weight on his face.

Yuki shivered as she felt Izuku's breath wash over her core. Yuki placed her hands on Izuku's thighs relishing the corded muscle beneath his school trousers. Izuku's pants had a rather impressive bulge and she ran her fingers over it making him groan.

"Let's not make this any harder than it has to be," Yuki said as she began to rub his cock, "You don't want burns on here do you?"

To emphasise her point, Yuki lit one of her fingers and hovered it near Izuku's crotch. The heat made Izuku shrink away from her finger Her point made, Yuki extinguished her finger and dropped her hips to Izuku's face. There was a pause before Yuki moaned as she felt Izuku's tongue give her pussy a tentative lick.

"Give me more! We've got the assessment later today so just—ah," Yuki trailed off into a moan as Izuku licked her deeper this time, "Yeah... just like that, Izuku..."

Izuku continued to swipe his tongue up and down her pussy and Yuki could feel a cool tighten up inside of her. She reached down with her hand and began to rub at her clit amplifying all the pleasure she felt.

"Oh fuck, you're so good," Yuki said as she ground her pussy into Izuku's face, "You're so big and strong, but you can't handle little old me, can you?"

Yuki pressed a finger to Izuku's side before setting it aflame. The gasp and groan he let out sent her to unreal heights. She shut the flame on her finger off as Izuku let out a few sounds of protest which only made it all feel better. She tapped on the burn and again he groaned against her pussy.

"Faster," Yuki whispered even as she began to grind against Izuku's face. On every backward stoke, his nose brushed against her pussy pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Her skin was prickling with fire and lightning. Yuki fully settled on Izuku's face as she brought her free hand to pinch and tease at her nipple.

Yuki rolled her hips over Izuku's face moaning louder and louder. Yuki began to grow impatient ag the wait she had for her climax and was about to tell him to hurry up when it happened. Izuku managed to shove his tongue inside her. The feel of his strong and flexible tongue squirming inside her was the finishing blow.

"Oh FUCK!"

Yuki's world went white as a powerful climax rolled through her body. Juices flooded out her pussy as she rode Izuku's face. All the while Izuku kept thrusting his tongue in and out of her. From nowhere, a second, more powerful climax washed over Yuki and her screaming devolved into guttural groans.

Her orgasm so strong she had to grab onto Izuku's thighs or risk falling off the table. Her entire being was at once fully relaxed and also tenser than a wound spring. Finally, the last dregs of her orgasm faded away and Yuki let out a sigh.

Her pussy was feeling pretty sensitive she lifted her hips until Izuku wasn't touching them.

"Wow. That was really good," Yuki said once she rolled off of Izuku's face and she smiled at what she saw, "Oh, man. You are soaked."

His face was covered in her juices as he glowered at her. The mix of her arousal on Izuku's livid face made something within her stir up again. Tired as she was, Yuki felt as though she could run a marathon with ease. Her body buzzed with a newfound energy that she hadn't felt in maybe forever.

Still, though, she had to take a break. Another orgasm like that and she'd probably fall into a coma. Yuki was about to redress herself when Ryoko who she had completely forgotten about pushed her off the table with a wind blast.

Her body slammed into the floor and Yuki yelped more in surprise than any actual pain. She got back up to her feet and was about to complain when her words died on her lips. Ryoko's hair was loose as she ground against Izuku's face. She had lost her skirt and underwear, but still had the top half of her uniform on.

"That's it," Ryoko breathed as she played with her tits, "Keep licking me just like that. You were so hot with Yuki. I came three times watching you guys, but I needed the real thing..."

It was weird seeing Ryoko like this. Of course, they had seen each other naked, but they'd never like done anything to each other or even in front of each other. They were both pretty chill about sex and stuff, but seeing Ryoko take charge and just ride Izuku's face was...hot?

Ryoko continued to take her pleasure from Izuku and out of nowhere, Yuki flinched as Ryoko slapped Izuku's chest. The piercing sound reverberated through the room and made Izuku kick his legs out.

"You—belong—to—us—now—Izuku," Ryoko said punctuating each word with a slap, "Your legs, your arms, your tongue and that dick of yours. All ours. Y-Yuki, take it out. P-pull his pants off and take that cock out!"

Yuki was a bit thrown by hearing Ryoko say her name with such naked arousal. It was overshadowed by the excitement she felt as she undid Izuku's pants. Within seconds, she was able to pull his trousers and boxers down in one go.

There was a loud slap as Izuku's dick bobbed free from its prison. A crushing wave of arousal swept Yuki up as she watched Izuku's rigid dick sway to the motion of Ryoko's rocking. She tuned out the rest of the world out as she traced her fingers up and down its surface.

Izuku's hips bucked at her touch and Ryoko let out something halfway between a laugh and moan, "You like that, huh? You like having Yuki's cute and small fingers rub against your big, fat dick? Do you want her to rub it? Or maybe suck it? Until you shoot your load between her cute lips?"

There was another loud moan, but this one came from Izuku. Yuki continued to trace her fingers all over Izuku's dick. It was so different from the few she'd seen before—including the dildo that had popped her cherry. The musky smell mixed tantalisingly with the smell of Yuki and a third distinct smell to make a smell so raw and hot it made her quiver with desire. Was that Ryoko?

Yuki grabbed onto the dick and immediately went to her work. She licked up and down the sides taking pleasure in the way Izuku's moans seemed to enhance Ryoko's pleasure as he moaned right into Ryoko's hot and wet pussy. The thought of the amount of power she had over them both made Yuki's head spin with arousal and anticipation as she gave Izuku's head a few extra licks.

It tasted so salty and sweaty, but somehow Yuki couldn't get enough. She wrapped her lips around his dick and swirled her tongue around his head. She watched as Ryoko and Izuku both shuddered and shook before her. She couldn't see Izuku's face, but Ryoko's eyes were rolling into the back of her head—drunk on pleasure.

Ryoko had unbuttoned her shirt and she was now giving Yuki an unfettered look at her beautiful breasts. Ryoko's nipples were a deep pink and extended about an inch from her breasts. Yuki felt her breath hitch as she watched Ryoko pull and play with her nipples.

Why was seeing Ryoko like this so hot?

Moving in some sort of haze, Yuki found herself crouching over Izuku's dick. She grabbed onto it and move it into position. The moment her lips brushed against it, Yuki let out a moan filled with anticipation and arousal. She lowered herself past Izuku's head and chanced a look up as she saw Ryoko freeze.

Ryoko's eyes were locked to where Yuki and Izuku were joined. Yuki was dripping all over Izuku's shaft even with some of it already inside her. She only looked at Ryoko as she dropped further down. Her pussy stretched delightfully as she took more of Izuku in her until finally, she bottomed out.

Izuku's green pubes tickled her slightly as she realised that Izuku clearly wasn't dying his hair. His turgid rod was in her pussy and stretching Yuki more than any finger, toy or dick ever had before. Izuku was twitching beneath her and these small motions sent pleasure into her through his dick.

Yuki looked up and met Ryoko's gaze. Something passed between them before Yuki leaned back and placed her hands on Izuku's thighs. She felt exposed under Ryoko's searing gaze, but at the same time, it lit her aflame. She lifted her hips and a sharp moan escaped her lips from the sensation—before she dropped down with a loud slap.

"Oh fuck," Ryoko said before she began to ride Izuku's face slowly, "So hot..."

Yuki held Ryoko's gaze as she began to ride Izuku's dick faster and faster. Pleasure was exploding behind her eyes and in her ears and all over as Ryoko watched her fuck Izuku's dick. It only got better as she and Ryoko seemed to synchronise their movements.

Yuki wasn't sure how long she and Ryoko spent just watching the other fuck the soul out of Izuku. It could have been a few minutes or even an hour, but she did notice when a familiar coil began to tighten within her and she began to ride Izuku faster and harder. Ryoko's motions also became faster and more frantic as she pursued the same goal.

Having started after her, Ryoko was much closer as she began to ride Izuku so hard Yuki got worried for the table they were on.

"That's it! I'm almost there," Ryoko breathed as she dropped one of her hands to her clit and began rubbing it mercilessly, "You like having Yuki's wet and tight pussy on your dick, don't you? You like sweet, innocent Yuki being so hungry for your dick, don't you?"

Izuku let out a moan that Ryoko's thighs couldn't quite contain.

"I knew it. Everyone thinks you're so sweet and normal, but I know you. Always looking at the girls, trying to hide that massive boner of yours. You're always looking at my fats tits or Yuki's hot, tight ass. I even saw you checking out Jun-,sensei's ass and she's 40! More than twice your age!"

Hearing Ryoko's degradation of Izuku was like plugging a live wire into Yuki's pussy. Hearing her best friend speak so sluttishly about Izuku and herself and Yuki lit a well of desire within her. She placed her hands around Ryoko's shoulders before beginning to ride Izuku with a newfound speed.

Her thighs slipped into his at an alarming rate echoing around the room. Ryoko's eyes were fixed on Yuki as she tried to scrounge up every ounce of pleasure from Izuku's dick. Ryoko's pupils had expanded so much her eyes looked like an endless black and her mouth hung open as she stared at Yuki.

Ryoko began to ride Izuku faster and faster until suddenly she adjusted her position on Izuku's face. Ryoko's used her free hand (the other still rubbing away at her clit) to pull Izuku's face up and into her. Yuki was confused until she heard Ryoko's command.

"Lick my ass or Yuki will burn that dick of yours off!"

Almost on reflex, Yuki raised her body temperature a few touches, but not quite to the point where she turned on fire. A few trails of smoke wafted off of her before she dropped her temp back down to normal. This seemed to spur Izuku into action as he brought his hands to Ryoko's hips and pulled them back into his face.

Ryoko's body shook as Izuku licked at her ass, "Lick it! Get your stupid, pervert tongue in there! You love this, don't you?! You dirty, little—OH FUUUUU—"

Ryoko's rant trailed off into a scream as her orgasm washed over her. She leaned back into Izuku's tongue as her body tensed up. Yuki was right on the edge too and she was pushed over as a spray of liquid squirted from Ryoko. The liquid flew clear across Izuku's body and landed on where she and Izuku were joined.

Yuki's hands were still on Ryoko's shoulders and she moved them up to Ryoko's head before pulling her in for a kiss. Ryoko responded almost immediately as she shoved her tongue into Yuki's mouth. Ryoko's hand cupped one of Yuki's tits and began to play it as if it were some sort of instrument.

Yuki's hips kept bucking as she made out with Ryoko— the orgasm to end all orgasms frying all logic in her brain. So focused she was on riding out her orgasm and making out with Ryoko she never noticed Izuku tapping her thigh. And because Ryoko was on his face, his cries were muffled.

"Hmpghgum!"

Just as her third and earth-shattering orgasm ended, she finally stopped riding Izuku. It was then that Yuki felt Izuku's dick begin to twitch within her. Her legs were jelly so she was helpless as Izuku's dick blasted its load inside her. There was an explosion of warmth as she could feel spurt after spurt of cum shooting up inside of her.

Despite it all, the sensation was weirdly pleasurable to Yuki. Once it finally died down, Yuki climbed off of Izuku. She still felt a bit sensitive so she had to move a bit gingerly. She finally got all the way off and a deluge of cum leaked out. It splashed all over including on Izuku's dick that was surprisingly still pretty hard.

Yuki looked at the time and just about lost it when she saw the time, "Oh, crap! We've got like thirty minutes before we leave for the test!"

This seemed to spur both Ryoko and Izuku into action. Izuku shoved Ryoko off with quite a bit of force apparently unconcerned with if she'd be fine or not. Izuku scooped up his clothes and charged off leaving Ryoko and Yuki alone.

The situation wasn't nearly as heated as before and some awkwardness began to creep in as they watched the other dress up.

"...I should probably change in the bathroom," Ryoko said and before anything, Yuki was left alone in the room.

"Well, shit."

Izuku was feeling...conflicted.

He'd already aced the mandatory physical tests, but that was the smallest of footnotes in his day. If two girls could make him submit and then use his body as a fuckstick then what chance did he have against the Villain?

It wouldn't be accurate to say that Izuku loved or hated what had happened. Yuki and Ryoko had forced him into it which he knew and yet for some reason he had enjoyed it all the same? He had honestly never come so hard in his life.

It just sucked at the situation that it came up in.

"I'll get my revenge," Izuku said as he thought of the portable hard drive he had snatched from the photography building.

As it turned, all the cameras in the photography building were linked to a local network. It was a massive stroke of luck and so he'd turned on as many of them as he could and set them to record. From there Ryoko and Yuki had done more than enough to ensure no one thought this was just really kinky roleplay.

So Izuku wasn't worried about them, he was more worried about his strength. It did not matter how many physical tests he aced. Once Quirks were involved, he was at a distinct advantage. There was nothing he could do that no else could and he had to beat someone who could seemingly do it all.

That thought had been percolating in his mind ever since the Photography Room Incident. After washing the grime and sweat from the day's activities— thankfully no one had noticed— he had picked the USB up and headed to Shirai City.

It had been abandoned following the massacre that had killed his mom and was falling into a state of disrepair. There was no transport this way so Izuku had to cycle here after catching a train. He had been worried about getting his bicycle on, but thankfully a man had a Quirk that let him grow and shrink things which solved that problem.

He had no idea what he'd do on the return trip.

The sun had set some time ago and the moon was high in the sky. It was a bit daunting cycling through a ghost town, but Izuku ignored it as he went on. There'd been some tremors all day, but according to the news, there were no major earthquakes so it was all good.

Izuku cycled to the destroyed hospital where his mother had died. He slid to a stop in front of it and he stared at the destroyed pavement. There were faded marks that looked like water, but Izuku knew very well to be blood. His mother's blood.

Izuku wasn't sure how long he stayed there. The ground kept shaking and rumbling, but he barely even noticed it. It was only when there was a massive crack that Izuku snapped out of his haze. The very ground was ripped open and Izuku's brain screeched to a halt.

This wasn't an earthquake, this was a villain attack.

Sure enough, two figures launched out of the ground and through three buildings. Following the two figures out the ground were all sorts of people with all sorts of different Quirks... Izuku hopped back onto his bike and without hesitation shot off the way he'd come. He was forced to take multiple detours as he watched one giant wrestle against what looked like millions of ants...and he was winning.

Izuku eventually decided to hide as he realised it would be impossible to escape the city. Not only was he getting hemmed in by the people on the ground, but there were even a few people in the sky circling above.

What was worrying was that someone was eliminating everyone at a blinding speed. The first time it happened Izuku thought he hallucinated it— one of the fliers just getting taken out by a fast streak. It was only after the third time that Izuku realised he was not hallucinating and someone was actually taking sniping people put the sky with their fists.

Izuku could only hope that the person being outnumbered was a hero and not a villain.

Izuku couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched the shadow mow through all the fliers at an insane clip. His situation got more worrying as the shadow apparently decided to go after those on the ground. All Izuku could hear was random screams and gunfire that apparently didn't quite hit the mark.

The skies were clear, though, and Izuku was about to ride off when suddenly the city broke. A massive wind squall washed over the city and Izuku was sent flying through the air. He had been about two hundred metres away from it all, but now he had been thrown into the air.

He must have been quite the sight flipping through the air still dressed in his school uniform. An involuntary scream was torn from his mouth as he approached the ground at, quite literally, breakneck speeds. Izuku put his hands out on reflex with only one thought in his mind.

This isn't how it would end!

Izuku felt something shift within him— a warm, no, a hot and fiery feeling that spread all over his body. He barely had time to spy an orange glow before a massive blast of heat washed over him. Izuku expected to be incinerated or smash into the ground, but instead, he fell somewhat hard onto red-hot asphalt.

The road beneath him was melting and Izuku scrambled not wanting to drown in tar whilst also being unsure just how he'd survived. It was only once he realised that he wasn't drowning nor was he actually burning that Izuku took stock of the situation...

And realised that the latter wasn't quite true.

Izuku was on fire, but he felt barely any heat. His arms and legs were wreathed—no, they were made out of fire. Suddenly, it made sense how he'd survived. He must have used the fire to slow his descent and then protected himself against the flames by turning into fire.

The only problem was that his Quirk wasn't like that. Unless Moderately High Testerone now meant Flame Body—wait.

Flame Body. This Quirk was Yuki's.

This made no sense.

The very earth seemed to shake and in a fit of madness, Izuku ran towards the commotion. What he found was not what he was expecting. There were flames and bodies everywhere, but most notably a man was slouched against a building. Izuku traced where the man had come from and he blinked as he realised the man had been sent through twelve buildings.

And he was trying to get up.

Even worse, a man-shark seemed to be approaching the downed man with malicious intent. Izuku acted in a split-second. He focused on the burning sensation in his arms and focused it all on his hands.

His legs turned back to normal and his bare feet landed on the asphalt. Izuku ignored that though as the flames on his arms grew brighter and hotter before he fired a blast of fire at the man-shark. The gout of flames washed over the man-shark who left the downed man alone and instead rolled around on the floor desperately.

The man-shark just managed to extinguish the flames and was about to stand up when a punch from Izuku knocked him clean out. Izuku turned to the man who the man-shark had been after and he sighed in relief as he saw the man in a Hero's outfit.

It would've been a bit awkward if that man-shark was actually a hero.

The man had bloodied blonde hair and his outfit seemed to hang limply as if the man were a deflated bag of skin and bones. Blood was streaming from the man's mouth and Izuku met striking blue eyes that were fading and yet so strong.

"A c-child?" the man had a deep baritone that was rather steady considering what he'd gone through, "This is the end of the line for me, kid. I need you to do something for me. A-alright?"

Izuku nodded rapidly.

"Yes. I'll do anything to—"

And as he spoke the man took that chance to shove his blood-soaked fingers into Izuku's mouth. To his horror, Izuku could feel the blood crawling down his throat and into his stomach where it settled.

"T-That's d-done," the man said as he pulled his fingers out, "Look, kid, you're in enormous danger and you need to hide or play dead or something. The man t-that's coming... You can't beat him."

The gravitas and presence this emaciated and severely wounded man conjured was amazing. Of course, that didn't change the fact that he'd swallowed some of this man's blood!

"Why the hell did you do that to me?!"

Izuku expected an answer, but instead, the man looked over his shoulder as if sensing something. The man turned to Izuku and there was an authority and seriousness that made Izuku obey the next command.

"Play dead."

He was punched clean across the face, but instead of freaking out Izuku hammed it up and collapsed as if the punch had felt stronger than a slight push. It was then that he heard a hauntingly familiar voice echo through the dust and flames and rubble.

"You put up an admirable fight, but it's all over," The Villain said and Izuku could imagine the sardonic smile on his face, "What is this now? Round 8? And I win. Again."

"You monster," the blonde man spat as he struggled to his feet, "I'll finish what I failed to do in our last fight! Do you hear me, All For One?! That is a—"

An air bullet shot straight through the blonde man's heart and he collapsed right in front of Izuku. The familiar circumstances made Izuku's heart beat like crazy and he was about to leap up and attack the man who'd killed his mother when the old man stricken as he was, gave him a shake of the head.

And then he was dead.

"I'd wanted to do that from the very first moment I heard you give a heroic speech," The Villain said before chuckling deeply, "Kurogiri."

Black mist moved out the corner of Izuku's eye and he did his best to play limp— staring into the eyes of the dead hero. A new voice, slightly distorted, spoke this time addressing the villain.

"Sir, must I transport the body?"

"No. I want Japan to see their Symbol— defeated and dead in the exact spot as my last rampage. He would have already given away One for All. He was much too weak in this fight. The holders always knew to give it away before dying..."

One for All? Was that the same thing the old man had said to The Villain before? No, it couldn't be. That was All for One. What were they? Were those names of some sort?

"I understand," 'Kurogiri' said with deference pouring out his voice, "Where to then?"

"Send me to Tomura," said The Villain as he turned and Izuku let out a quiet sigh of relief which immediately made The Villain turn back.

"One last thing," The Villain said as Izuku heard him turn around.

Izuku expected to be found out or picked or killed or anything and instead he got something deeply worse than that.

"Forcible Quirk Activation!"

Izuku was dead still as these odd red and black spikes pierced the old man's body. Izuku wasn't sure what to expect, but then before his eyes, the corpse began to grow and swell. The old man's body swelled and even dead his eyes seemed to shine with power.

Seeing the costume as it was meant to be worn on the person who was meant to be wearing it sent a cold chill down his spine.

"Perhaps All Might deserves that much," The Villain said and Izuku could see his smile, "This way all the copies he has can see that even at his best, All Might was not enough to beat me."

Copies? A chill ran down Izuku's spine as he realised that The Villain had known all along that he was there.

"Enjoy my gift, copy," The Villain said and this time Izuku could feel the man's gaze on him, "Gather as much power as you think you need and then come to me. You'll meet the same fate as your idol."

With that said, the Villain walked away and there was a soft whoosh before it got silent. Izuku remained till for five minutes after that before finally daring to move. A part of him was unsure of what had transpired and yet All Might laid before him having suffered many grievous wounds and ultimately dying.

Izuku got to his feet and then he did the only logical thing in this situation.

He ran.

Author Notes:

First chapter down. This is pretty much Porn with Plot/Plot with Porn so...yeah. There is a larger plot and all that, but also smut so yeah...lol.

Fair warning: Izuku is gonna run through a lot of the ladies in BNHA- and there are eventual spoilers but that should be quite some time away so don't fret.

Yuki, Ryoko and Megumi look like and are the characters with the same name from Food Wars/Shokugeki no Souma. Just looks though, not personality.