Izuku walked into the condo; later than usual, he was greeted with the smell of food and the laughter of Kyoka and Eri as they were eating.
"Welcome home, Dad," Eri called out.
"Welcome home, Izuku," Kyoka seconded. "Grab a seat. I will serve you."
"You cooked," he said, sitting down. He saw a hamburger steak with vegetables, mashed potatoes, and a salad on the plates. "When did you learn to cook?"
"Over the years," she said, setting a large plate before him. "I hope you like it."
"It is really good," Eri beamed. "Before you say anything, homework is done, the report is all finished, and I even cleaned my room."
"I am impressed," he said, "What are you angling for?"
"Why father?" she said, trying to iminate Momo's shocked tone. "I simply provided a report of my accomplishments before you arrived home. If you wished to reward me, I thought we could have a night of musical entertainment as we have such an accomplished musician as a guest."
Kyoka laughed as she took a bite; she watched as Izuku took his first taste of her food. "Holy Cow, Kyoka, this is phenomenal." He said. "If our guest is up to it, then sure."
"We can jam," Kyoka said, feeling pleased while enjoying her meal.
"I am going to go take my bath then," Eri said, jumping up; she went to leave but stopped, took her plate to the sink, rinsed it, and placed it in the dishwasher, then took off. "See, I remembered," she called out as she hit the stairs.
"I heard the press conference sounds like everything went good," she said, taking a bite.
"I did," he said. "Momo and I had a little talk before we went forward. Kyoka, can I ask a question?"
"Sure."
"Why did you tell her to back off when she kissed me in school?" he said as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"Ok, wow, wasn't expecting that," she said. "As much as I tried just to dismiss that night, I was still trying to sort it out. It was complicated, and I wanted to figure that out."
"So what you figured out was what?" he said, retaking his seat.
"That I was going to stick to what I said; something else you don't know is that Ochaco came in and made this whole speech about how she felt and wanted to pursue that after graduation. I knew you liked her, and we were all trying to be respectful, so it caused us to back off. I asked Momo to back off some, but she did even more." She replied absently, pushing her food around. "Did Momo say anything else?"
"She told me about New York," he said. "I was surprised but had to clarify some things with her. That was what we discussed before we went through with our statement."
"Did you tell her about what happened at my wedding?" she whispered.
"No, the only person I told was my mom." He replied.
"Izuku, I know I have done so much wrong to you. I did wrong to her. I just am wrong. I didn't do what I should have because I was stupid, hurt and fucking dumb. I was hurt when you didn't return me after I got shot and instead returned to what I knew was fine, not good for me, but what I could handle. And I should have taken your hand when you came to me that night. I was a coward to run, but I should have taken your damn hand because that is what I should have done so many times before." She wiped at her tears.
"I did the same thing to Momo, and even with all the shitty things I have done, you and her, plus everyone else, have welcomed me back. I told you before I fucked up; I know I fucked up. Izuku, I fucked up. Please don't shut me out, please." She begged.
"Ok, Kyoka," he responded. "I should have made you understand that I wanted you then. I wanted to be with you, but I wasn't okay with being left in the past. Even if you told me it would still be that way, I should have made you aware. I won't turn you away, Kyoka; I have spent so long holding onto you even when you didn't want me, I couldn't do so now."
He finished his food and placed his plate in the dishwasher. "Tell Eri I will shower quickly and join you in the music room."
Kyoka sat there. "I never did not want you," she whispered. "I didn't contact you because I knew that if I did, I would ask you if I could still take your hand."
-Momo & Kyoka-
Kyoka returned to Momo's penthouse that night and needed fresh clothing. At least, that was what she said to Eri.
"Welcome back, Kyoka," Momo called out from the living room. Kyoka walked around the corner and spied her friend looking like a goddess in a black nightgown, feet tucked on the couch, drinking a glass of wine.
"For me, darling, you shouldn't have," Kyoka teased. "Mind if I join you?"
"No, grab a glass. The bottle is on the counter," Momo replied.
"So you told Izuku about New York?" she said, sitting down.
"I felt that he should know; he told me about the two of you, so I felt he should know about our history," Momo said, topping off her glass. "Why was he upset?"
"Not about that," she said. "He asked about you backing off, and I told him about what I said and Ochaco's speech blah, blah blah. And I told him that I fucked up, I fucked up with him, and I fucked up with you."
"We all have regrettable actions," Momo said, drinking her wine. "I wish you had come home with me."
"Even now?" Kyoka said.
"I wouldn't know about now if you came home with me," she said. "Or maybe I still would after we broke up; who knows how the relationship would have gone, but I would have liked to have found out."
"Were you in love?" Kyoka asked hesitantly.
"I have always loved you, Kyoka; I wouldn't have done everything I did for you if I didn't. I hadn't even considered it romantic love until our lips met, but I think I always felt that way for you. I cared for you more than the others, and though I would go far for our friends, I wouldn't have gone nearly as far as I have for you." Momo said, taking another drink. "I have never done that with another woman; I did kiss one after I returned, but it wasn't what I felt when we kissed. I realize I don't do casual work; I must care for the person. What about you?"
"I love you; I was scared and stupid, then I should have come home," she responded, draining her glass. "I had messed around with girls before; Denki was interested in some stuff we experimented with, but nothing like that week." She poured herself another glass. "I am the dumbest person on this planet."
"Nonsense," Momo said, "have you met everyone on the planet." Momo looked at her empty glass critically and refilled it.
"Ouch, thanks," Kyoka said, giggling. "I have had two possible loves of my life come in and ask to take me away, and I said no both times."
"That is dumb," Momo said. She held her glass towards Kyoka. "To stupidity!"
"To stupidity!" Kyoka said as they clinked glasses.
"So if you love me, why didn't you come home with me," Momo said, several empty wine bottles littered the table.
"We established that I am stupid," Kyoka slurred. "Hey, do you have a memento or anything, like stuff you kept from previous lovers?"
Momo blushed, "I have a few things like I kept some things that Shoto gave me in school, I have something from Izuku when things started moving that way, and I have one of your pics and a shirt I stole."
"I have your underwear," Kyoka laughed. "Izuku's scarf he had that night we did the nasty. And I kept some of the toys. Those things have come in handy."
"Oh, they do," Momo teased. "So are you saying when you masturbate, you think about me?"
Kyoka sputtered, turning red, "NO…while not always. Sometimes…"
"Naughty girl," Momo laughed, pouring herself another glass.
"You never did that thinking about me?" Kyoka said, raising an eyebrow.
"Not that I am going to admit to," Momo laughed. "But sure, what the hell, yes, I have. The best one was you and Izuku at the same time. I was very late to the meeting that day."
"That would be hot," Kyoka said, draining her glass in one go. "You two are the best I ever had. Then both at once, I might die." She giggled. "But I would die happy."
"God, that is hot," Momo slurred. "I wish I could call him over right now; he does things to me."
"Can I hide in the corner and watch? Wait, forget I said that." Kyoka said, clamping her hand over her mouth.
"You know Kyoka, I do love you," Momo said, pulling Kyoka into a hug. "I wanted you to come home with me so badly."
Kyoka snuggled into Momo's bosom. "I should have come home with you. But at least I am here now."
"Yes, you are," Momo replied; silence filled the room as a familiar tension seeped in. "I should go to bed."
Kyoka reluctantly pulled away. "Yeah, if you don't, we will do something stupid. And I am good at doing something stupid."
Momo got up and carefully walked away. "Night, Kyo," she said, disappearing down the hall.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, Jiro, Jesus," Kyoka said as she waited till she heard Momo's door close before she went to her room.
Kyoka pulled a bag from under the bed, pulling out something to help relieve her sexual tension. She climbed naked into bed; she bit her lip as her hand went between her legs. She plugged a jack into a wall and concentrated; she heard Momo's quiet moans. She listened to her friend moaning for her lover, but when she heard Momo call her name, Kyoka plunged her aid deep into herself. Her mind drifted to New York, but Izuku was there this time; Kyoka didn't take long to reach release. It took several times before she calmed enough to fall asleep.
Kyoka awoke to an empty house; slipping on some clothes, she went to the kitchen. She sighed heavily as she grabbed water and aspirin to counteract the mild hangover. Her mind kept drifting to Momo and Izuku. She wanted them; she wanted them both. They were the loves of her life, and now she was watching them through a window leave. Momo had said that she loved her and Izuku; that was complicated.
-Complicated-
Momo sat in her office reading a document, but her mind was elsewhere. She loved Izuku; she knew that, and she was in love with him, but she loved Kyoka. She had always loved Kyoka; she didn't understand that it was that kind of love. Pulling out her phone and looking over her calendar, it would be days before she could see Izuku again. With a heavy sigh, she pushed her phone and the paperwork away.
"What if we merged agencies?" she mused. "Then I could see him every day. I'll move in, and we can at least see each other at home, and I can be there for Eri as much as possible. We can let Kyoka move in so I can continue to beat myself against a wall."
"I want him and her; I want it all, damn it." she said, letting her head fall against the desk with a thud, "Ow," she whispered. "If I can only have one, I know who I choose."
Wait, she thought. Kyoka said the two loves of her life offered to take her away, and she said no…was the other Izuku? When did that happen?
-Izuku-
"That is all for now, team," Izuku said, looking at the assembled staff. "I am going to turn this over to Christy now. She has some things to go over regarding some new regulations. Stay safe and stay vigilante out there on your patrols."
"YES, SIR!"
Izuku smiled and exited the room; once in the hall, he sighed deeply. Making his way to his office, he smiled in anticipation of his next meeting; he opened the door, and there she was, staring out the window, her pink and indigo hair flowing down to her waist. She had a smile on her lips as the door opened. "Hello, Deku."
"Really, Kaina?" he responded. Her smile broadened as she turned and walked over, hugging him fondly. "You ready to lose the jewelry, Lady Nagant?"
"I am," she said, holding up her wrist and the electronic bracelet that had been part of her life since her capture before the final war. "I…thank you Izuku. For everything."
"You were a victim just like so many others, Kaina," he said. "I am just glad that after this, you are free to do what you want." He reached into his belt and pulled a slim-looking metal stick that lit up when he touched the metal bracelet. "You ready?"
"One second," she said. "Can you call Creati for me?"
"Sure?" he said, pulling out his phone.
"Hello, my darling, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Momo's voice came out.
"I am here with Kaina; she wanted to talk to you," he said.
"Creati…Momo." She said. "I wanted to thank you as well; the two of you fought so hard for me…I just wanted to say thank you." Kaina reached and took hold of the phone and nodded to Izuku.
"Kaina," Momo said. "It was a very tremulous time. Izuku believed, and that was more than enough for me."
Izuku held up the metal rod again to the bracelet. Issue Command and Authorization, Please! A soft voice rang out. "This is Deku, Disarm and Disengage, Authorization Code Redemption and Rebirth. Command acknowledged. Authorization Code confirmed. Congratulations, Lady Nagant.
"Hey, Momo," Kaina said as the bracelet fell to the floor.
"Yes, Kaina?"
"I am going to kiss your boyfriend now." She said as the phone fell to the floor, she wrapped her arms around Izuku suddenly and kissed him as tears ran down her cheeks. It was tender, full of complicated emotions; she smiled when he kissed her back. "Thank you… thank you so much."
"I should be mad, Kaina, but I understand you get a free pass this time," Momo said over the phone. "I wish you the best, Izuku; call me later; love you, darling."
"Love you too," he called back before the line went dead. "Well, Kaina, what now? No more monitoring, no more check-ins, you are completely free."
"My application is on your desk." She said, stepping back picking up the bracelet turning it over in her hands. "I would like to apply for your Head of Oversight position."
"You want to come work for me?" he said, walking over to his desk.
"I trust you," she said, turning to look out the window. "You proved that to me then, and you fought so hard for my release. What you and your classmates have accomplished and continue to do is what I have always dreamed of. I want to be a part of that. Helping to see things I used to dream of come true. I can do that with you if you will have me."
"Welcome aboard, Kaina," he said, smiling. "Once the staff meeting ends, I will have Aoi get you the paperwork. Thank you for everything… including the kiss."
"You lucky I like her and that I respect you," Kaina said. "If you hadn't made that announcement about your relationship, you would have gotten a lot more than a kiss."
"HUH?"
"I wouldn't mind joining two if you guys are ever feeling naughty," she purred as she leaned on his desk, giving him a view down her blouse. "Please call me."
"HHHUUUHHH?"
"See you around, boss," she said with a wink and sashayed out of his office, leaving Japan's number one hero stunned.
-Momo-
"I am going to have to keep an eye on you, aren't I, mister," Momo teased as she was reading an after-action report.
"I wasn't expecting the kiss, I swear," Izuku said over the phone.
"It's okay, Izuku," Momo said. "I understand why she did it; her other proposal was interesting shall we say."
"That definitely threw me for a loop, I wasn't ready for that." He said. "I miss you."
"I miss you too," she paused, wanting to ask a question. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Did you offer to take Kyoka away?" Momo held her breath.
"Yes," he said. "It was before her wedding, I overheard her saying she wasn't sure about the marriage. She just wanted to leave, so I offered; of course, as you are well aware, she said no," he responded. "What made you ask that?"
"We had a lot of wine last night, and we were talking," Momo said, chewing on the end of her hair. "She said that the two loves of her life had offered to take her away, and she had said no. Due to the nature of the conversation, I knew I was one I was wondering who the other was. I guessed it was you."
Silence.
"Izuku, are you okay?" she said. "Darling?"
"I don't know what to do with that," he paused. "Momo, do you love her?"
"I do, but wait," Momo said quickly. "I love you, Izuku; she rejected me, she said no. If you are wondering who I choose, I choose you. You picked me; you wanted me. I let her stop me once before, but I won't let that happen again. Yes, I love her, but it is you I am IN love with."
"Thanks, Momo," he said after a minute that lasted like an hour to the heroine.
"Do you love her, Izuku?" she asked hesitantly.
"In some ways," he said. "There is a lot of unresolved feelings and things there. Her abandonment hurt, never having a chance to clear the air, things that were said or not said, finding out about her asking you to back off in school, New York, it is all just complicated."
"It is definitely complicated, but I love you. You know that, right?" Momo said into the phone.
"I do," he responded. "I have to go; patrol is starting again. I love you." He added as the line went dead.
-Kyoka-
She heard Momo come in; it was about 2 a.m. she could hear her stop at her door and her friend fidgeting before continuing to her bedroom.
-Momo-
She was in her bedroom; her mind had been a jumble all day. Talking with Izuku had been difficult; part of her wished that Kyoka hadn't come home when she did. It was complicated things that wouldn't have been that way if she had come home just a little bit later. She missed her lover; she missed Izuku.
She was staring at her phone; the text telling him to come to her had been written and erased several times. She jumped when a text from him came in.
Izu: Are you awake?
Momo: I am. I just got home. I am in my room.
Izu: Can I see you?
Momo: Oh, God YES!
Izu: Open the balcony door.
Momo ran over and opened the door. It didn't take but a moment for him to come in and land. They just came together; she frantically pulled at his costume, they got it off in record time, and he ripped hers off. She crossed something else off her list and fell onto the bed. She started to scoot up further onto her bed, and as soon as his face came eye level with her sex, he began to taste her. She moaned and grabbed his hair as his tongue dived into her sex. "I want to you in my mouth," she begged.
Quickly he rolled over on his back as lowered she her sex to his face, leaned over, and took him in her mouth. It didn't take long for both of them to find release. Momo, without stopping, slid down and took him inside her, riding him with abandon. Her screams of pleasure echoed off the high ceiling as he lifted his hips to meet her downward thrusts.
His calls of her to cum for him were music to her ears; his pleads of his nearing release drove her over the edge, and he quickly followed. Soon, she was on his back, and he was back inside her, their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat from their frenetic pace. The sounds of the bodies coming together was exciting her even more, she had never been this wet. A pressure built like never before; when she finally came again, she fully exploded, soaking the bed. Her eye went wide, but any shock was washed away when she felt him cum.
She felt herself on her knees as he dove into her from behind; she orgasmed when he grabbed her hair and increased his pace. She was begging for him to cum again, to fill her with his seed; she needed it. She had to have it; it was the only thing that could satisfy her. When he did, she was wrong, she wanted more.
"More Izuku," she mewed, "Not enough I need more." And more he gave her. She rolled onto her side as he was taking her again; it was then that Momo noticed the door to her room ever slightly ajar; she knew she had closed it earlier. She knew Kyoka was there watching; she knew that Kyoka was doing more than watching. Momo came again harder, soaking the bed even more.
Knowing Kyoka was there watching she felt herself going to another level; she reached back and stopped him for a moment, pulling him out of her sex and lined him up with her other entrance. "No one has been there," she whispered. "Take me, Izuku, take all of me." She didn't wait for his answer. Instead, she began to push back on her own. "Don't move till I say," she said. When she had taken him in fully, she looked back at him. "You feel so good, baby; now fuck me."
The moan that escaped his lips was almost enough to make her cum, with ease she created a small vibrator and placed it against her clit as he started to bury his cock deep in her ass. She looked through the crack in the door as she came from the double stimulation, squirting all over the bed. She came again as he unloaded. He slid out of her breathless; she cleaned herself up and excused herself. She entered the hall and saw Kyoka, a vibrator on her clit, and a dildo inside her pussy. Momo leaned down and kissed her gently before walking to the kitchen.
Kyoka was stunned by everything she had witnessed. When Momo came home, she was about to start playing with herself when she heard someone else in the house, and she knew who it was by the sounds that followed. She found herself at the door before she knew what was happening. And she just was lost in the scene in front of her. Then Momo started to put on the show while Kyoka watched; she had already fingered herself to orgasm, but then watching Momo get fucked like that she was lost in fantasy and pleasure. She couldn't even react when the door opened. Momo's gentle kiss brought her back to senses…somewhat.
Kyoka just wanted to bury her face between Momo's legs, tasting her and him simultaneously. She saw Momo walk back down the hall with two water bottles, she didn't stop to look at Kyoka. "Hope you enjoyed the show," she whispered as she entered her bedroom and closed the door. Kyoka numbly stumbled back to her room.
"I have always wanted to have sex in the shower," she said, looking at Izuku. "Help cross more things off my list?"
She smiled when he scooped her up and carried her off to the shower to have his way with her, and she loved every second of it.
She slipped on a pair of panties and an oversized shirt as he dressed to head out. "How did you get the time? I wanted you so bad all day, It was distracting."
"I called in a favor," he said. "Momo this doesn't work for me. The not being able to see you for extended periods, not just for the sex though, it is wonderful, but before it was manageable when we weren't together, but now…"
Her heart skipped a beat…
"I want you to move in," he said, wrapping his arms around her. "So much time was wasted and lost. I don't want to squander anymore."
"Kyoka?" she questioned, "Do you want me to leave her here alone?"
"No, but we need to sit down and talk the three of us before, depending on how that goes. Is that a deal breaker?" he asked.
"Not in the slightest," Momo said, kissing him gently. "Yes I will move in with you, regardless but you are right we need to get this taken care of one way or the other. I love you, thank you for just doing everything so right for me. The way you want me, the way you came to me tonight without me having to ask or beg. It seems silly but I want to know that I am desired by the one I love."
"I want you every moment of every day Momo." He kissed her. "I will call you later."
"Wait," she called out. "What if I said I wanted to go on vacation?"
"You got it," he said without hesitation.
"What if I want 3 children?" she said.
"Only 3 I was thinking 6," he quipped back.
"What I if I say I want you to marry me right now?" she called as he stepped onto the balcony.
"I don't have the ring on me but we can grab it, I know where the all-night registry office is and I have roof access." He said, extending his hand. "I will take you there right now."
"What if I want to adopt Eri, officially be her mother."
"I will call my lawyers and have them draw up the paperwork," he said. "It won't matter, but we need to talk to Eri to make sure."
"What if I asked you to stay with me? Don't go; come back here, climb into bed with me, and stay here all day."
"I have a counteroffer," he said. "Take my hand. I will take you to my home so we can talk to Eri about you officially becoming her mother. I will get down on one knee and ask you to marry me, and we can stay home all day together."
Her eyes watered, "You would do all that, marry me right now, have six kids, let me adopt Eri with her blessing, all of it?"
"Anything you want, Momo? Take my hand, and let's go; I promise I won't let go. I won't stop chasing you or wanting you. By giving you everything, I get everything I ever wanted." He said.
"Take me to our home, call in to work, let me ask Eri for her blessing, and ask me to marry you right then and there." She said, wiping her eyes. She felt his arms wrap around her, and they lifted off the balcony.
Kyoka sat in the dark of her room, withdrawing her jack from the wall. All I had to do was take his hand or tell her yes.
I don't care what they say.
I know what you meant for me that day.
I just want another try.
I want another night.