Ladies and gentlemen, another chapter of 'Molly High.' Take note this is a romance-drama with angst but nevertheless, a happy ending. Thank you for the ongoing support of my works! Enjoy!

Izuku lifted his head as he heard the sound of the tea kettle whistling. He was sitting on the counter in his kitchen while he stalled for time as the very people he didn't want to see were waiting in the living room. With his earplugs listening to Maroon 5 and his eyes glued to the tea kettle, the teen didn't want to do anything more than to become a rollie pollie and hide somewhere dark and desecrated.

Unfortunately, it was spaghetti night and he wasn't going to miss his mother's world-famous chicken spaghetti for the world.

His mind was flooding like a swimming pool. His head felt heavy. He felt drunk. Honestly, he couldn't describe the feeling as he hopped off of the counter and reached for the cups in the cabinet. He placed them on a tray.

Three cups. One for me. One for them. No, one for Momo. One for Ochako.

He stammered as he lifted the kettle and began pouring tea. His eyes darted as the hot liquid was entering the cup. As each drop filled the cup, time began slowing down. From the liquid to the tiniest of molecules, things began flickering like a camera flash. He felt frozen. His arms were becoming stiff. Just fixated on the kettle and the cup.

We were curious. It was just to explore ourselves. I was just a misguided teen. Ochako and I were a few months into the relationship when Momo entered the picture. She wasn't a third wheel, just a girl that hung around us. She brought it up one day. I easily compiled and so then Ochako. She had reluctance but she trusted me. It started out as one. It was fun. It was invigorating and quite entrancing. I enjoy Momo's company. She made me happy. She made Ochako happy. The problem is, something that becomes too sweet will eventually become bitter to the tongue.

"Izuku!"

Momo and Ochako heightened their friendship more as time went on. When we began having our fun, I began feeling a drift in the relationship. Ochako clung more to Momo. I know it is true when they say that women know what women want, but I had a glimmer of hope that Ochako was that one true exception.

"Izuku!"

I don't dislike Momo. I do care for her. I just wished that she didn't care too much about Ochako. Ochako is my girlfriend. She was there for the pleasure and for the fun. That was it. Momo said that she cares for me and that she likes me as well. Is that true? Friends let friends know when you and Ochako wanted alone time without my knowing. Friends tell friends the truth. I was feeling out of place. I couldn't breathe. There wasn't any air. I felt a void in our relationship.

"Izuku!"

It's my fault that I led her to this. It's my fault that I couldn't be the better person, the better half of this triangle. I was...no...I am jealous. My insecurity came true and here I am watching and suffering. I feel like a fool. The one thing she offers and I don't have it. I knew she was happy. I want Ochako to be happy.

"Izuku!"

How she laughs around Momo. How she smiles around her. When they whisper in each other's ear about inside jokes. Things I didn't know Ochako liked. Things I didn't know Ochako needed. It was like I didn't know Ochako. I want to give her that same satisfaction. I guess I am not worthy.

"Izuku!"

Everything around Izuku was silent. As if a vacuum consumed any source of sound around him. As he turned to his right, he saw the panicked eyes of Ochako as she pulled him away from the stove. He looked perplexed, lost. It looked like a child that was caught where he wasn't supposed to be. The emerald-haired teen was in a different world. He didn't realize the tea overflowed and spilled throughout the tray. He didn't realize that his arm was on the very tray, being doused by the hot tea.

He was being pulled away by the brunette as she took him to the hallway. Ochako turned on the bathroom light.

"Sit," she told Izuku as she took him on the toilet seat. Izuku watched, still in a daze. Ochako anxiously searched the perimeters of the bathroom to find the first aid kit.

She turned to Izuku.

"Izuku, where is the first aid kit?"

Izuku didn't answer. His eyes were looking toward her but he was a thousand miles away from her, from the bathroom, from reality.

Sorry, Izuku. I don't think we can no longer share this relationship.

Momo provides me needs that you can't do.

Don't think it the wrong way. If you do, then oh, well!

Ochako has needs, Izuku. And I can provide her with much, much needs.

Ochako is my anchor.

Momo is my ship. We promise you many wishes for life. We will invite you on our wedding day.

Izuku felt he had swallowed water from the deepest sea. He couldn't speak. His lips parted but nothing produce words, vowels, consonants. Not even babbling sounds.

"Izuku! The first aid kit!" Ochako at this time became flustered. She was worried about his arm as it was red and scorched from the heat. She reached for the handkerchief in her pocket and turned on the sink. She allowed the water to chill as she put her handkerchief in the sink. "This should do for now until we are able to find the first aid kit."

"I'm sorry."

Ochako raised her eyebrow. She put his arm on her knee. She grabbed the handkerchief and tightly wrapped around his arm for the time being.

"I'm sorry."

Ochako heard sniffling. She looked to see his head dropping to his lap, leaving her inches away from him. Droplets of tears landed on his thigh. She heard him inhaling, muffling the sobs he wanted to produce.

"I'm sorry!"

Ochako used her hand to stroke his cheek affectionately. She felt his resistance. She closed her eyes. She knew her boyfriend well enough to know why he was resisting her.

And honestly, she felt that she hasn't been a great girlfriend. At least not recently.

"There is nothing to be sorry for, Izuku," she told him comfortably. "It is just a burn. It can heal."

"Can it? Can it heal?"

She used her other hand to grab his shoulder. She gripped it tightly. She pressed her head onto his forehead. She secured it tightly to ensure Izuku that she wasn't going anywhere.

"Can it heal, Ochako? Can we heal?" Ochako felt Izuku's shakes as it vibrated onto her own body. She held him, embraced him, and kissed him on his forehead. She knew what he meant. She was acutely aware of his distress. She blew out of her nose. She remained there, soothing his arm, soothing his worries, and wanting his forgiveness.

It was a knock at the door that interrupted their moment. Ochako turned her head to see Momo leaning onto the doorway. She, too, had a worried look on her face. She proceeded with caution, trying her best to keep her distance between the consoling lovers. She found a suitable spot on where she can dialogue.

"If you want me to go, I can." The vice president's words lingered but it didn't immediately register to Izuku. He gave Ochako the notion that he was okay as he lifted his head. He used his non-burnt arm to wipe the tears and the mucus. Rubbing his nostrils, he turned to the vice president. "No, no, stay!" He licked his dry, cracked lips. His heart was feeling heavy. His stomach felt filled to capacity. "I don't want this to end on a jilted note. Not like this! Not like this!"

Ochako found a suitable spot near the bathtub where she can give her boyfriend space. Izuku was silent. He was thinking. Trying to find suitable yet appropriate words for his girlfriend and their friend. The one he loved and the one he cared for. Was there a solid ground? Was there a consensus? Could there be a consensus in their relationship?

"I'm sorry, Izuku." Momo crossed her legs, placing her hands in her lap. Her tone sounded sincere. "Sorry to cross the line with Ochako." She inhaled as she looked at the girl she does love and cared for. "It was selfish. I was...am selfish. But don't think I don't care for you any less." She grabbed her legs and tucked them to her chest. "You are as important to me as Ochako is. I...just...don't know when to quit."

Izuku could tell that Momo was holding back. Just how she looked away can depict that. Nevertheless, it was a redeemable apology. An apology he was willing to accept.

"And I am sorry as well, baby." Ochako took hold of Izuku's knee, rubbing it affectionately. "Don't ever think my love for you is little to none. It is not! I love you, Izuku Midoriya! I love you in a place that there is no space and time!" She tucked in legs as well. She was trying her best to not fight the tears for the unbeknownst hardship she had put her boyfriend through. "Explore our sexuality was exciting. Things I have never felt before until I've met Momo. It was pristine, brand new. Something different."

She stopped for she didn't want him to feel worse and distant. "I mean, it held back inhibitions about myself." She gripped his knee harder. "It still doesn't change how I feel about you!" She raised her voice, leaving an echo in the room. Izuku swallowed the lump in his throat. "I love you, Izuku. And I will do whatever I can to show you. Even if it takes the rest of my life!" She stood up, balling her fist. "I WON'T GIVE UP ON YOU, IZUKU!"

The black-haired teen nodded approvingly as she scooted closer to Izuku. "She's right, Izuku! I do care for Ochako. I admit I do. But, I won't do anything to destroy what you guys already created. Say the word and I won't interfere. My friendship with you guys is more important than some twisted game I am playing." She stood up and extended her hand to Izuku. "I can say I was jealous of you guys relationship. Maybe I wish I can be in your shoes on how a person can love me. It doesn't matter now." Izuku could feel her vulnerability. "Do what you have to do. I can take it! Curse me out. Call me names! You can even hit me. Whatever pain you want to do to me, I am willing to share that pain."

He saw tears coming from her sunken eyes. "Whatever I can to show that we can be friends again like the old times, that would be great!" She covered her eyes. "Sorry for messing things up, Ochako and Izuku!"

The atmosphere in the bathroom was becoming tranquil, which was the best word that Izuku could use at this moment in time. He took sharp breaths. As he was responsible for creating this, he knew what he must do to create a resolution.

"Alright, Yaoyorozu. I have decided on what I am going to do." Izuku stood up. He straightened out his clothes as he lifted his head to the vice president.

"Do your worst to me. I am at your mercy!" Momo closed her eyes to accept whatever consequence Izuku was going to give her.

Izuku grabbed her chin. Their noses were inches apart. He pushed her body against the sink and placed his lips upon hers. Momo didn't resist. She gave in to the tender kisses she was receiving. She allowed her body to relax, drifting her arms around his neck. She began moaning while they were still kissing, she felt him put his hand inside of her shorts. She gasped loudly as she felt his hand slowly tilling her pussy. Momo felt his hand gliding around her clit, pinching it a little. His main focus was on her pussy. She gasped as she felt his hand spreading her lips. Squeezing and pinching, pinching and squeezing. Meanwhile, Ochako remained silently vigilant.

"You're quite wet for a girl that is remorseful," explained Izuku as he pulled his hand from her pants. He rubbed the sticky juices, creating a tiny bridge between his thumb and index finger.

"Don't say things like that," she said embarrassingly. She blushed as she watched him sniff the juices. He smiled as he placed the juices inside of his mouth. "Izuku?"

Izuku cleaned his fingers greedily of her juices. He popped his lips as he left a trail of his own saliva. "Now I know why Ochako loves your pussy so much. It's so delicious." He let out a chuckle. "I think I should have never been afraid of eating you out." Momo didn't answer as she remained embarrassed. "Am I permitted to go down there? May I have a taste?"

Momo was still caught in the rapture of her arousal, still feeling the difference in the pleasures of women and men. Instinctively, she used her hands to unbutton her pants. Izuku felt she was going too slow so he assisted her in pulling them down.

The musk of her womanhood was looming over her grocery store-bought panties. White was the color. The moisture spread around her special place. Izuku exhaled around that area, causing Momo to release stiffened moans.

Izuku planted his tongue into her soaked panties. Using it to filtrate her juices onto his tongue. Her juices weren't rejectable, reminding him something tangy and a bit bitter. He latched on his mouth as he partook in her cavern. Momo instinctively thrust along with Izuku's tongue. She felt his tongue contorting her pussy, spreading her lips through the panties. If Momo didn't know any better, he had done this before. In bed, Ochako told Momo that he was opposed to performing cunnilingus. This is a sharp contrast as she closed her eyes, absorbing into the pleasure that she will even admit that he was doing better than Ochako.

"Izuku...mmm...stop...don't." Momo muster to say as the wiggling muscle was making her legs buckle and her legs weak. Izuku didn't stop. She was lying. If she were to resist, she could have easily pushed him off. She was taller and have such brute strength to repel him. Izuku used his teeth to pull the now damped panties. With her pussy no longer shield but the cotton fabric, he finally inserted inside of her cavern. Milky white juices dribbled out of pussy onto his tongue. Like a dog, he lapped up her natural juices. Meanwhile, he, too, was combating his erection as his swollen dick was fighting for its release from his pants.

Momo felt she was drifting away. Fortunately, Izuku had her bound to the sink to prevent her from falling. Izuku used his teeth to nibble onto her swollen clit. She covered her mouth, groaning from the sensation of a man's tongue. Unlike Ochako as her tongue felt like a slippery eel, his tongue was pure muscle. It was true, she thought to herself, the feeling of men and women were completely different.

She could no longer control her moans. She thrust along with his tongue, using her hands to drop onto his hair. "Izuku, Izuku, IZUKU!" The vice president was screaming into the heavens. "By the gods, Izuku! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Ochako sat motionlessly. She, too, was turned by the action occurring in front of her. Not once did they invited her. She understood. More so on his end rather than Momo. She knew it was indirectly a punishment, a feeling to let her know how he felt when he was without. Ochako accepted. She accepted it all. Whatever he had to do, she would support it. Anything for his forgiveness.

She clutched her chest as she saw Momo gasping for air as her boyfriend continue to eat out the vice president.

"Izuku, Izuku, Izuku," the vice president kept screaming. She really couldn't find other words but now she wanted more than his tongue. She made bleating noises similar to a goat. Izuku knew that she was approaching an orgasm (or at least that is what he hoped as his tongue was becoming numb).

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Momo didn't alert Izuku of her orgasm as she shivered and trembled. Her floodgates were opened as her juices were released. Izuku braced for impact as her juices impacted his mouth. The vice president jerked, ebbing in the pleasure of Izuku. Her legs finally gave way but Izuku supported her as he placed her onto the ground. The vice president panted on the floor, panting, gasping, and overall, unsatisfied.

Ochako remained motionlessly as Izuku stood up. He slowly approached the brunette. She was nervous, unsure of what he was planning to do next. He released a half-smile. "I love you," he said to her before enveloping his lips with hers. Ochako didn't resist. She could never resist the boy she pined for during their early days of UA High. Her perception heightened, especially when she felt him kneading her tits through her blouse. He broke the kiss. "Don't fight it, Ochako! I know you want this."

Did she ever, especially when seeing this Izuku becoming assertive.

Unlike Momo, he didn't have time to serenade her. He turned her over the bathtub. He stuck out his tongue as he lifted her skirt. Blue and white striped panties. He unzipped his pants, using his middleman to get hard. He spat on his hand as lube so he can easily enter her pussy.

Ochako yelped as she felt his dick shoved inside of her pussy. She was shaken. She turned her head and she, too, released a haughty smile. "Welcome home!"

He didn't answer. He watched Ochako lovingly spreading her digits to wall. She thrust back onto his dick. He used her ass for posture as he thrust. Her cavern was tightening around his swollen cock. Her pussy was hot, damped, inviting. It felt like ages since he had the opportunity of having sex with his girlfriend.

Ochako covered her mouth to cover her moans. Izuku wouldn't allow it. He took her arms to his front, leaving her with no other choice but to have him for support. Each thrust he gave was louder. The sound of skin contact skin was compared to meat being tenderized. Izuku was excited, grabbing on to her tits, fondling them.

"Yes, baby," cried Ochako. "Make a woman out of me! Take me back! Take me back!"

Izuku didn't answer. He kissed her neck, indenting his teeth inside of his neck. He was taking back the claim of his precious Ochako.

Ochako felt her juices dribbling down her leg. She hasn't felt this wet in such a while. She enjoyed the pleasures of what Momo has down.

Nevertheless, it still didn't compare to the pleasure of a man.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," cried Ochako. Her pussy tightened to the point where his dick popped inside of her womb. "Rough me up. Treat me like I am your naughty slut!"

He slapped her ass. "Say it again!"

"I am your naughty slut!"

"Say it again!"

"I am your naughty slut!"

He slapped her ass, gripping it and reddening it. "Say it again!"

"I am your naughty…" She paused as she felt her dam was being breached. "Slut!" Juices spread from her pussy as it sprayed onto the dry bathtub and the walls. Izuku used that as an opportunity to thrust quicker before he, too, climaxed inside of her walls.

Ochako screamed into the heavens. Feeling his warm seed inside of her. Something she hasn't felt in quite some time. Izuku continued to spurt until he felt he couldn't release any more semen.

"Izuku," she said in a hoarse whisper. "Izuku!"

Izuku pulled out of her pussy. She blushed as she felt his semen running from her pussy.

Izuku went to grab the toilet paper and proceeding to wipe her pussy of his semen. "Mom keeps morning-after pills in the cabinet," he said as he cleaned her out. "And I am sorry."

"Don't be, baby. We deserved it," replied Ochako.

"Jealousy doesn't mean rage," said Izuku remorsefully. "And jealousy doesn't mean insecurity."

"I don't deserve you, Izuku," she said as she drifted her hand over his hair, brushing it gently. "I don't deserve you at all."

He dropped the toilet paper into the toilet and proceeded to flush. He sat down and buttoned his pants. Momo finally managed to get up and sat across from him. Ochako straightened out her clothes and sat on the bathtub.

A pregnant silence ensued.

He closed his eyes. He wanted to find logic to all of this. He didn't oppose their relationship. He just wanted it to be equal. He felt guilty for somewhat forcing them into their current juncture.

He broke the silence.

"If we want this to work, then we need to establish some resolution of this."

Later….

Inko was excited as she entered the home. There was a sale on plums that she can use for making plum pies. She saw that Momo and Ochako's shoes were still there. She hoped that they have made up.

"Knock, knock," acknowledged his mother as she entered Izuku's bedroom. She saw that the trio was sitting under the kotatsu watching movies. Izuku turned to see his mother.

"Hey, Mom!"

"Hey, yourself," she said happily. "I can see you three have made up!"

"Yes, Auntie," said Momo.

"We did, Auntie," replied Ochako.

Inko nodded approvingly. "That's great! I hope you guys can stay over for dinner. I am also making a plum pie for dessert."

"That sounds yummy," replied Izuku. "I can't wait!"

"Alright, dears. I'll let you resume your movie then." She bowed as she closed the door.

Upon closing of the door, the trio let out a sigh.

"Thank God," replied Momo nervously. "If she would have made a step further, we would be so dead." Momo kept on her shirt but wasn't wearing any panties. She squatted her hips as she got the half-naked Izuku aroused. "Ready for a second coming?"

"Yes, please," said Izuku.

Momo grunted happily as she welcomed his dick inside of her pussy. She tried to keep quiet so she wouldn't alert the unsuspecting mother. Meanwhile, Ochako proceeded to kiss Izuku on his neck while grabbing Momo's breast.

"When it's done, it's my turn with his dick," cried Ochako.

"To hell with that, I need more dibs," replied Momo.

"I'm his girlfriend," said Ochako.

"I'm his girlfriend, too, as well as yours," replied Momo.

"He's mine first!"

"He's mine second!"

Izuku pursed his lips as he shut Momo up with his lips and began fondling Ochako's breast. Momo grabbed Ochako's other breast as Ochako began licking Momo's shoulder.

Izuku knew this wasn't going to be easy but who said that being a teenager ever was?

Being with Momo and Ochako is going to take work. At least I am happy!

The End...for now!