Jiro cried out in delight as her lover thrust inside of her, deeper, harder, more desperately than before. He was getting close.

She moaned, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips, and raking her nails down his back. She moved her mouth next to his ear, and whispered the magic words: "Come on, Izu. Fill me up. Cum in me!"

Midoriya let out a groan as the words had their effect. He slammed his hips against hers, and released his control.

Jiro gasped as she felt him pulse, then the splash as he emptied himself inside of her. It pushed her over the edge into her own orgasm; her inner walls clutching against his cock, milking him for every drop. She felt a twinge deep in her abdomen, and imagined her cervix twitching, drawing his sperm deeply inside of her.

A wave of pleasure washed over her brain as her orgasm faded, and she sighed contentedly. She kissed her lover, deeply, passionately, before she unwrapped her legs from around him releasing him. Midoriya dropped to the bed beside her, and she immediately rolled over to lay her head on his broad chest. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, leaning down to kiss her on the crown of her head.

They lay there for a while, not talking, just enjoying the closeness, and enjoying each other. Jiro shivered as some of Midoriya's cum leaked out of her and ran down her thigh, adding yet another sensation to her already overstimulated nerves. "That was great," she said, a little hoarsely from all the screaming she'd been doing.

Midoriya nodded. "Yeah," he agreed. "It has always been great, don't get me wrong. That thing you do with your jacks when you blow me? Outstanding!" Jiro preened a little at the compliment. Leave it to Midoriya to focus on the thing that she can do with her quirk. "But it's just been so… intense… for the last month."

Jiro chuckled. "You mean ever since I convinced you to stop wearing condoms?" She and Midorya had been together for about eight months now, and he was finally in the right headspace to use only one form of birth control—the pills she took every day—instead of doubling up with condoms.

Midoriya flushed slightly, grinning good naturedly. "Yeah, yeah. You were right."

"And don't you forget it!" She lifted her head, grinning widely at him, and patted him firmly on the chest. "I gotta go pee. Save my spot?"

Midoriya smiled. "Always," he said, before leaning up to kiss her.

Jiro melted into the kiss for a moment, before she dragged herself away to get out of the bed. She exaggerated the movement of her hips slightly as she made her way to the bathroom; she knew he liked to watch her walk away, especially when she was naked. Anything that would help him get over his refractory period faster was good in her book.

As she entered the bathroom and sat on the toilet, she let out another shiver as yet more cum flowed out of her pussy. Gods, he sure lets out a lot! She pressed a hand to her lower abdomen, just below her belly button. Is that enough to satisfy you? It's not going to take today, you know. But… Maybe someday…

Jiro had long preferred sex without condoms, the feel of a guy losing control and emptying himself inside of her just turned her crank like nothing else. She always felt a pleasurable "twinge" deep inside her belly as she was filled.

She understood that her proclivities meant she had a strong drive to get pregnant. After a rather frank conversation with her best friend Yaoyorozu when they were teenagers, she learned that other girls largely didn't feel the same way. Jiro had been afraid that her desires would make her do something rash—such as sleep with someone she shouldn't or take unnecessary risks—but Yaoyorozu had reassured her that she was smarter than her baser instincts, and even if something did happen, her friends would be there to help.

So she indulged her fetish by getting on birth control, being absolutely sure she was taking it correctly, and allowing her boyfriends to forgo wrapping their willies so they could dump as much cum into her as they liked. That way she could pretend they were trying to knock her up and her lizard brain would be satisfied, at least until the next time her period rolled around. The fact that this worked to cool her fires also helped to ease her fears that she'd do something stupid.

With Kaminari and Tokoyami there had been absolutely no pushback; the boys were eager to ditch the condoms once permission was granted. Midoriya, however, had insisted on wearing one after she'd told him it was ok to go without "just in case". She thought it was kind of sweet that he had refused her initial offer; that he cared enough to want that extra protection.

Of course, he'd quickly given that up when they ran out of condoms one night, and she'd "forgotten" to buy more…

Still, now that she'd completed a cycle with no worries about being late, he was just as happy as she was to forget them altogether.

UTI avoided, Jiro washed her hands before making her way back to the bedroom. She smiled seductively at him, raising an eyebrow and cocking a hip. "Well? Think you're ready for round two?"

Midoriya's eyes got wide as he took in his girlfriend's body on full display. He squirmed in his seat and cleared his throat. "Y-yeah," he stammered. "But there's something we need to talk about first."

Jiro frowned. "Uh oh. Serious relationship talk when I'm full of post-coital happy juices? We're breaking up, aren't we?" She dramatically put the back of her hand over her eyes. "Oh, how will I go on?"

Midoriya chuckled at her sarcasm. He shook his head and motioned for her to join him in bed. She slid in next to him, and he wrapped his large arms around her, and kissed her temple. "It's nothing like that, I promise," he said reassuringly. "I just got a text from work while you were in the bathroom. I need to go away on a special assignment. I leave in the morning."

Jiro groaned. Being the heir to All Might meant that Midoriya had to go on assignments like this from time to time. He'd already been on three since they'd been together. She buried her head into his neck, clutching onto him tightly, as if it would keep him from leaving. "How long this time?" she asked, her voice slightly muffled.

Midoriya sighed. "They think… maybe a month."

Jiro's groan increased in volume.

"And I won't be able to contact anyone back home for the duration this time. Operational security."

"Seriously?"

Midoriya squeezed her. "I know. I don't like it either. But it's just four weeks, and then I'll be home. Also, I'll make sure to tell them no more long trips for a while." He tilted her chin up to look her in the eyes. "Tell you what, your lease is up soon, right? Why don't you look at apartments while I'm gone, and we can decide on one to get together."

Jiro's expression changed quickly to excitement. They'd talked about maybe someday they might like to think about perhaps moving in together if they felt like it, but this was the first time either of them had put down a concrete timeline. "Really?"

Midoriya chuckled. "Yeah. I wanna come home from these missions to you. Not an empty apartment."

Jiro grabbed his ears, dragging him in for a searing kiss, before she rolled over and straddled him. She broke the kiss, but kept her nose close to his as she started to move her hips against him. "In that case, let me show you what you have to look forward to when you get home," she said in a low, sultry voice.

The next day, Jiro sat uncomfortably in a thin hospital gown on an exam table. The paper under her butt crinkled as she shifted, trying to find a happy medium between comfort for her back, and freezing her legs on the cold steel below. She sighed, and scrolled through apartment listings on her phone, trying to keep her mind off of the stirrups on the side of the table.

It was time for her annual exam, something she made sure to do on time every year, and something she met with dread. On the one hand, she never liked being poked and prodded by a doctor.

On the other hand, her doctor was really cool.

As if on cue, there was a knock at the door and a woman wearing a lab coat and carrying a clipboard walked in. She smiled at her patient. "Hey Kyoka! How are we doing today?"

Jiro relaxed slightly. "Hey Dr. Michiko. All right, I guess. Just here for the annual look up my skirt."

Dr. Michiko Kaiga was hands down the best doctor Jiro had ever had. She was young, friendly, and dripping punk. She had a streak of bright pink down her long, black hair. She wore dark colored makeup to accentuate her pale porcelain skin. And while she dressed professionally at work, there were hints at her wrists of tattoos covering her arms under the sleeves of her lab coat. She'd told Jiro once that she worked in a tattoo parlor to help pay her way through medical school. She always insisted on using given names with her clients, saying that "Dr. Kaiga is my mother," whenever someone slipped up.

Jiro wanted to be her when she grew up.

Michiko smirked at her patient. "You don't wear skirts unless forced to by a formal gathering," she teased.

Jiro put a hand over her heart, miming being shot. "Oh, you got me!"

The pair had a quick laugh at their antics, before getting down to business. Michiko held up the clipboard. "It says here you're still on Nofetusplz for birth control. How are you liking that?"

Jiro shrugged. "I mean, it does the job despite my boyfriend's best efforts."

Michiko grinned at her patient's joke, but still maintained a serious look in her eyes. "And that's what you want, right?"

Jiro nodded. Her doctor was the only other person in the world she'd told about her desires, figuring the woman who was going to help her prevent it should know about the battle she faced. "Yeah. Izuku and I are in a good place right now, we're even going to get a place together soon! It's just not the right time."

Michiko's smile widened. "That's wonderful! I'm so happy to hear you two are doing well. How long have you been together? You were single when you were in here last year."

Jiro nodded. "We've been together for about eight months, but we've known each other since high school. We were in the same class in first year."

Michiko sighed. "Ah! To be young and in love again!"

Jiro rolled her eyes, pointing at her doctor's left hand. "I'm gonna tell Osamu you said that."

Michiko waved her off, her wedding ring glinting in the light. "Oh please, I'm just old and in love."

"You're thirty-three."

"Yeah? Tell me you don't feel old when you turn thirty-three. Especially in your line of work." The pair shared a laugh, before Michiko got back to business. "Anyway, the reason I asked is that there's a new drug on the market that I wanted to see if you were interested in switching to: Emteewum. It's a shot instead of a pill, lasts for twelve months, and you might have fewer periods."

Jiro winced. "Is that anything like Babbigon? I was on that for a while in high school, and it made me feel awful."

Michiko shook her head. "No, I hate Babbigon. I was on it for a while too, and I agree, it messes with your hormones too much. But I started on Emteewum about six months ago and I can say that the side effects are mild to non-existent, and the claim about periods is true. Well, for me it is anyway."

Jiro perked up. Not bleeding into a pad for a week every month would be a big plus. "Yeah? In that case, sure! I'm up for switching."

Michiko smiled. "Great! Unfortunately we can't start today; we have to let you go for a cycle without birth control first to get the Nofetusplz out of your system, so your boyfriend will have to use condoms for a little while."

Jiro smiled. "Actually, he's away on business for the next month. If there was ever a time to do this, it's now."

"Perfect! I see on the notes here that you just started your period this week?" Jiro nodded. "All right, I'll make a note here for the front desk to set up an appointment for about five weeks from now to give you that shot." She scribbled for a second on her clipboard, before putting it down, and gesturing to the table. "OK! Let's get your legs up in the stirrups, and we'll take a look."

Jiro sighed, and shifted in her seat. And now for the sucky part. At least she got some good news out of her visit. No more periods for a year? That was worth the price of admission.

A few days later, Jiro found herself sitting at the sushi bar of a fancy restaurant at the top of a tall building downtown. Next to her sat her best friend, Yaoyorozu, with whom she had a standing lunch date at least once a week. This week, it was Yaoyorozu who picked the venue, and therefore her turn to pick up the tab. Jiro planned to stuff herself with so much sushi that seagulls and stray cats would follow her home.

Yaoyorozu, however, seemed less enthused about chowing down on the delicate fish being placed in front of them by the chef. She mostly stuck to vegetarian rolls and rice. Even then, she didn't eat much, picking at the food gingerly with her chopsticks.

Jiro frowned. Yaoyorozu loved sushi, especially the yellowfin tuna they served in this restaurant. She decided to try to break the ice with a little levity. "You know, Momo, if you keep inviting me out to lunch at these fancy restaurants that I can't afford, I might start thinking you're trying to buy my friendship," she teased, as she dunked a piece of tuna nigiri into a saucer of soy sauce.

Yaoyorozu chuckled, though she didn't lift her head to look at Jiro. "You more than make up for the monetary difference simply by being my friend."

Jiro leaned over on her stool, nudging Yaoyorozu with her shoulder. "Hey. What's the matter?" she asked softly. "If I'm going to make up for that 'monetary difference,' you need to talk to me."

Yaoyorozu inhaled slowly through her nose, before letting it out in a long puff of air through her mouth. "I must tell you something," she started, hesitatingly, "and I'm afraid about what you'll think of me after."

Jiro chuckled. "Yaomomo, that's the dumbest thing I have ever heard you say, and you once gave me a ¥50,000 bill to go buy you a drink from a convenience store, and told me to keep the change."

Yaoyorozu blushed, though a smile finally cracked her face. "That was the only size bill I had…"

"And we all had a big laugh about it." Jiro continued. "Come on, you know I could never think badly about you."

Yaoyorozu let out another sigh. "Wait until you hear the whole story before you pass judgment." She took a swig of water, before diving in. "Tenya's and my anniversary is next month, and I'm fairly certain he was going to propose."

Jiro nodded. The pair had gotten together at the start of their third year at UA. It turned out that spending so much time together as class president and vice president seemed to be a good jumping off point for a romantic relationship. They had been together for five years now, and was the strongest relationship Jiro knew amongst all of their class. If anything, it was surprising they hadn't gotten married already…

Wait a minute…

"What do you mean by 'he was going to propose'?"

Yaoyorozu nodded. "There's no real need any more…"

"Momo…" Jiro said, starting to get worried.

"Father called a family meeting a couple of months ago," Yaoyorozu continued. "He said that his friend had a son about our age, and would like us to get to know each other. Father's friend is the head of the Sakuraba family. You know, the one that owns all of those department stores? Anyway, this boy comes over, and it turns out the meeting is an omiai."

Jiro's eyes widened. "An arranged marriage? But your parents love Tenya!"

Yaoyorozu shrugged, looking down at her knees. "Mother does, but Father has never really gotten to know him." She took another drink. "So anyway, Father and I have this huge fight where he's insisting that I get married to this other man, and I'm insisting that I love Tenya and want to be with him. Mother is on my side, thankfully, but Father wasn't hearing any arguments from either of us. He stormed off saying his decision was what was best for the family, and that the decision was final." She put her hand over her mouth, trying to cover a sob.

Jiro pulled her friend into a hug. "Hey, I'm here with you," she said reassuringly. "We'll think of a way to get you out of this mess. You and Tenya deserve to be together."

Yaoyorozu took a deep breath, getting herself under control. "That's just it," she said. "Mother already had a plan for us: She suggested that if Tenya and I had an 'accident', that Father would have to give up on his silly plans and allow us to marry."

Jiro's eyes widened. "Wait, you don't mean…"

Yaoyorozu nodded. "I'm pregnant. I tested positive just this morning. Twice."

Jiro's jaw dropped. A wave of emotions washed over her brain as she tried to figure out how best to help her friend. The strangest reaction, however, was a deep feeling of emptiness inside. She also swore she felt something deep in her belly twinge.

She shook her head, trying to clear it. She'd mull over her reaction later. Right now, her friend needed help. She wrapped an arm around Yaoyorozu's shoulders, squeezing her tightly. "How are you feeling about the whole thing?"

Yaoyorozu shrugged. "Happy? Scared? Mother was right; Father backed off once we told him. She is over the moon, and can't wait to meet her grandchild. Tenya and I are happy that we are able to be together, but…" she put a hand on her belly. "A baby? I don't know how to take care of a baby."

Jiro squeezed her shoulder again. "Hey. You're not alone. You got Tenya, and you got me."

Yaoyorozu looked up, sniffling a little. "Really?"

Jiro nodded determinedly. "Of course! Auntie Jiro is going to be the fun aunt!"

Yaoyorozu let out a breath that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. "I think you might need to fight Mina for that honor."

Jiro held up a fist. "Then it shall be a fight to the death!"

That pulled a genuine laugh out of Yaoyorozu.

Jiro smiled. "You're going to be a great mom," she said. "You practically mothered half of the class in high school anyway. You're a natural."

Yaoyorozu nodded. "Thank you." She peered at her cautiously. "You're not angry with me?"

Jiro frowned. "Of course not, why would I be?"

Yaoyorozu shrugged. "I just figured after all of those talks we used to have about your, um… desires, you might think I'm such a hypocrite for having a baby so young."

Jiro felt that twinge again deep inside of her belly, and ground her teeth. "No," she said. "My problem was I didn't want to have to drop out of school because I couldn't control myself, and let Denki or Fumikage knock me up. You're not in high school any more, you're in a stable relationship with a great guy, and you have the means to take care of a kid. If this is something you want, then I'm behind you one hundred percent."

Yaoyorozu smiled. She wrapped an arm around Jiro's waist, giving her a squeeze. "Thank you, Kyoka. That is a massive load off of my mind."

Jiro turned back to her sushi, jamming another piece into her mouth. "So I guess that means no tuna for you for a while, huh?" she said around her mouthful. "It's not good for expecting mothers, right?"

Yaoyorozu smiled at her friend, seeming a lot more relaxed than she was before. "It's fine," she said, finally taking a bite of her vegetarian roll. "This is just as delicious."

Jiro smirked. "No it's not."

Yaoyorozu chuckled. "No. It's not."

Jiro laughed, grabbing another piece and putting it on her plate. She was happy for her friend. Really! But there was just… something. Something that was making her brain itch. Something she just couldn't let go…

"Umm… Can I ask a question?"

Yaoyorozu put another bite in her mouth, seemingly having found her appetite. "Mmm?"

Now it was Jiro's turn to have a hard time looking at her friend. "What was it like?" she asked quietly, poking at her food. "When you were trying for a baby?"

Yaoyorozu choked on her sushi, reaching for her water and taking a long drink. While it was no secret that she and Iida were sexually active while at UA, she'd always demurred when the late night gossip turned sexual, preferring to keep that part of her relationship private. However…

She quickly looked around, before leaning in closer. "It was surreal," she said, her voice low to keep anyone from overhearing. "Exciting. Scary. Magical. Tenya was very eager, to the point that I wondered if perhaps he shared some of your desires. It was almost… animalistic."

Jiro found herself rubbing her thighs together at the description. She squeezed her thigh with her hand. Hard. "W-wow," she managed.

Yaoyorozu nodded. "I almost wish it hadn't worked so quickly. It's making me reconsider how large I wanted our family to be."

Jiro gulped hard around a lump in her throat. "Just remember what you always told me: 'A little fun in bed now is not worth a lot of hard work later.' Maybe wait to have the discussion about family size until after that one is done cooking."

Momo chuckled. "Good advice. I'm glad I thought of it."

Jiro groaned loudly into the darkness of her bedroom as she crested the wave of her orgasm, harmonizing with the bullet vibrator that rattled noisily against the piercing in her clitoral hood. Her body shook with pleasure, her vaginal muscles twitched. Her hips raised up from the bed, and she felt some of her own juices flow out of her, down onto the sheets. She gasped as the stimulation became too much, finally removing the vibrator from her overworked clitoris. Her butt dropped heavily to the bed, and she panted hard, gulping for air.

Her thumb worked the button on the vibe, and she threw it into her bedside table. She groaned in frustration, running a hand through her damp hair. Yeah, she'd had an orgasm. Hell, she'd had three since she got home from work. But it just wasn't the same. She felt satisfied, and yet… empty…

"Dammit Momo," she muttered to herself.

She sighed. That wasn't fair. If she hadn't asked for details, they wouldn't have been running through her head like some pop song earworm all afternoon.

She sat up in bed, grimacing as she found the wet spot underneath her butt. Guess she had to change the sheets tonight.

After a shower. And maybe dinner…

…And maybe another round or two…

AN: The idea for the recurring "twinge" came from a webcomic called General Protection Fault. Check the archive at gpf-comics(dot)com for the April 14, 2001 comic.

The Momo/Iida story is an idea I've had in my head for a while now. Someday I might make it into a whole fic, but for now this is a great outlet.

If you read my other work, Strategic Movements... Yeah, sorry about chapter 4...

I swear I was working on it, then I got an idea for a different fic starring Inko,. Mitsuki, and Masaru (stay tuned for Swinging for the Fences...) and my muse had to work on that story instead. And then the prompts for this event came out and I had to put it on hold to work on this story instead!

Guh, I wish my muse wasn't so damned fickle...

Anyway, this fic is nearly done, and I plan to post once a week like I did with In the Pink. Stay tuned!

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