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Two Days After Midoriya's Return to UA
"Stars and Stripes has been defeated?!"
Izuku couldn't believe his ears when he heard the news that America's number one hero fell to the infamous Bloodsoaked. This news created some serious doubts deep within the young Midoriya from the realization that the greatest killer in human history now also defeated someone who could manipulate reality to their will.
All Might disclosed to the UA students that the hero was recovering within the ESD Medical Center with an expected recovery time of just under three weeks. Another piece of news that he gave to the ambitious young heroes further painted the painful truth in front of them.
"It seems that Bloodsoaked isn't just a skilled fighter. He apparently has a way to nullify quirks that look to be too troublesome for him to handle."
Nobody expected that bit of news to be delivered. All Might clarified that Stars and Stripes disclosed how Bloodsoaked rendered her own quirk useless in the fight that she lost. It created a completely new situation regarding the killer that had the world terrified at the mere mention of his name. Now he truly seemed to be invincible against everything and anybody who wanted to bring him down. Data from the fighters analyzing the killer during the fight revealed even more concerning data regarding the abilities of this dangerous individual.
The jets that were used to take on Bloodsoaked were equipped with biometric sensors to gain additional information on the criminal. His gear somehow blocked essential data like his exact physical features and other specific information that would help identify exactly who he was or what he looked like. What his equipment didn't block were the scanners that would be able to identify what this person's quirk was to begin with.
Data on these sensors turned up empty.
Not blank or corrupted; they read the person as completely quirkless.
Either he hacked the equipment like he hacked the planes he controlled, or he never had a quirk to begin with. Not only was the deadliest killer known to mankind strong enough to take on someone as powerful as Stars and Stripes; he possessed abilities that weren't similar to quirks at all.
"Remember that this person has operated for over thirty years as a professional assassin in a very dangerous environment. We don't know the extent of his abilities while he seems to know everything we could possibly know about anything. He's a dangerous enemy who has taken on things we know nothing of and became the legend he is due to the thousands he left dead in his wake."
Class 1-A wanted to feel hopeful in this bleak situation, yet reality had its place in their estimates of realistic success. Those odds were currently completely nil.
"Then what can we do?"
For the time being, All Might instructed the students to continue with their temporary field work with the authorities to help taper down the current decline of criminal activities all over the city. Thankfully, the incident had been contained with only a few eye witnesses spotting Bloodsoaked before he apparently just jumped several kilometers to take on Stars and Stripes. Nobody else knew of the defeat that the American heroine suffered at the hands of the world's most elusive killer.
Had the public caught wind of this, another surge of passionate idiots would likely pop out of the woodworks yet again. Things didn't need to start back up after the heroes still remaining fought so hard to keep the peace alongside the ESD and police.
"We cannot rush into this matter without more information. Just keep working on becoming stronger while we work our resources to uncover more about this person."
These promising young heroes were already blossoming into truly great heroes worthy of their future success right in front of All Might. He watched them all share tips and tricks with one another while sharing their newly developed abilities for their friends to see. Seeing the act so energetically despite the situation reminded him that these were still high school kids at heart.
Perhaps it wasn't too much of a bad thing to give these students their breathing space to let themselves be themselves.
Later
After being given the situation report by their teacher, the students of class 1-A all returned to their training to develop their combat prowess. The MVP in this training session was none other than the one who endured some of the most intense training to grow and refine his fighting abilities.
Izuku had all his classmates swarm and ask him for all the pointers they could to further their own techniques. Another notable change in Izuku when he returned was how much more focused and succinct in the way he explained certain concepts. Spending weeks on end with a man who successfully taught the young man more advanced combat techniques left a lot of the teacher's way of teaching deeply ingrained within Midoriya, it seemed.
"Don't swing so wide, Mezo! Your center of gravity suffers if you lunge into your strikes like that."
"Got it!"
Sparring with Ojiro was the body manipulator Mezo, aka Multi Arms. Learning to fight with a new mindset in how to place his strikes left the teen a little lost in terms of his footwork and weight shifting. Taking an internship to further grow his mutation ability left little time for him to reinforce his fighting stance. Everything he absorbed from Midoriya already proved to be far more efficient for his overall build. Izuku had been carefully observing His friends in their training and already could see the ways he can advise them to improve their technique; even taking into account how they all fought with their quirks.
The girls in the class weren't the only ones who felt a strange sense of shyness at this new behavioral change from the once neurotic Midoriya. Some of the teenage boys were feeling a bit charmed at how much more mature Izuku seemed to act in front of them.
His mumbling habit now had Izuku just put his hand over his mouth with the index finger rubbing the upper lip as he silently thought to himself while going over all the data in his mind. The look in his eyes were no longer bugged out with the data scrolling through his brain, but rather were still and calm with an experienced feel to how Izuku processed the information he reviewed mentally.
None of the boys thought themselves gay, though it did take them a moment to realize that they had been staring at their friend for longer than necessary before forcing themselves to get a hold of themselves.
This was a man who was thinking things through, and people could recognize that regardless of their attractions.
Bakugou had one of the most startling behavioral shifts for everyone else during training. He kept his head low and focused on the advice given to him by Midoriya without giving his childhood friend any sort of lip back when he was corrected. What he saw in Izuku after their return was the complete shift in the way the green haired boy now carried himself naturally.
Subtle things that would go over the heads of others were more than obvious for the blonde spitfire who trained with the man who whipped Izuku into shape. Better weight distribution when walking, improved center of gravity, mobility during training that exceeded his own; these pieces of evidence made it clear that Izuku must have endured more than his fair share of agony in those weeks than he did over several months. It would have been a waste of breath to let his pride get in the way of him learning more from someone who absorbed critical information through their tortuous training he hadn't needed to undergo himself.
Todoroki had even utilized Izuku's invaluable knowledge after his return. What Shoto had been working to perfect was the new way he could both use and enhance his control over heat and cold at the same time.
Back at the Humarise incident; Shoto used the concept of thermodynamics to launch an attack that immediately disabled his opponent. Since then, the strain on his body to replicate the results now finally felt manageable to him. This resulted in a less impactful version of this concept while now being able to enhance both sides of his body past his normal limits without having to overcommit to exhausting himself. Becoming familiar with this new way of reaching new extreme temperatures still remained within the realms of being nothing more than a beginner. He still needed to turn this into a way he can be both defensive as well as offensive in an actual combat situation.
Ojiro perhaps benefitted the greatest out of all the class that wanted to seek out the knowledge provided to Midoriya by the now elusive Nakamura.
Refining his fighting style with Izuku greatly pushed the tail user to further balance his skills and boost his performance as a whole. Working to escape the trap of over relying on his tail, Ojiro carefully absorbed every bit of advice given to him by Midoriya. Only several lessons in and the tail wielder now had become three times the martial artist he had been in the past.
Given how much the training sessions had picked up, Mina helped to pick up the slack for Izuku by assisting her female classmates with her own knowledge gained by the harsh training undergone by Mina herself.
Her version of training had been specifically tailored for the young teenage girl's needs as a whole. What she garnered from her time under Haru's tutelage was the information that went into providing a very specific process to allow a girl like Mina to grow while minimizing the negative side effects. Sharing that information was the least she could do for her friends.
Things like training the proper reactions in a fight as well as how to balance one's center of gravity while moving helped to fine tune these young heroes to become better in battle.
Momo demonstrated a great deal of understanding in the concepts being taught to her, though her physical build lacked the muscle memory along with the conditioning to properly make use of the training she received. Jiro was one of the faster learners to absorb her training from the pink girl, who was teaching her the ways of more advanced combat. Although a serious enough teacher in her own right; Mina couldn't help but sneak in an intimate touch or two when she got up and close to adjust her lover's bodies.
Something they all appreciated greatly.
This whole training period had been one of many these students endured for days on end. Observing Mina and Izuku, the rest of the class were still in disbelief that these two still looked so energetic while the others were about to vomit onto the concrete then and there.
Their collective drive to be better prepared for the likely imminent battle ahead of them was what pushed these young heroes to endure this harsh training. It certainly helped to see that the classmates who were leading the training were barely winded after every session. Whatever these two went through made them practically immune to the concept of physical exhaustion. The rest of the class couldn't let themselves be complacent when their friends endured so much worse for all their sakes. If Mina and Izuku went through their training and survived, then the rest of them could do the same. A sentiment that kept the worst of their collective doubts at bay.
After the training that the class had to endure, only Mina and Izuku were able to walk out of the building on their own as the rest of their classmates were all struggling to breathe the air around them. Nobody in class 1-A could manage to keep up with the two most physically capable students in their midst.
Evening
Recovering from their intense lessons had Izuku and Mina supervising their fellow classmates as the entire dorm fell into a collective exhaustion after their training.
Most, if not all, the other classmates were already in bed and out cold after the exercise they had to endure. They didn't have the same environment both young heroes were forced to endure under the tutelage of Nakamura. Giving their friends as much support as they could muster was the least they could do for their loved ones.
Someone who specifically requested Izuku to join her that evening in bed was none other than Jiro. She wanted the presence of her lover after their extended absence from Kyoka due to their training.
Kyoka fell into a deep slumber before any sort of sensual activity could take place upon her mattress. Izuku simply curled up against the musically gifted girl while Jiro curved her spine to press up as much of herself into Midoriya's torso. His time with these wonderful women they both loved would be cherished regardless if the time they all spent together would be spent passionately or comfortably. For now, just spending time with one another in the comforts of slumber would be enough for these young lovers.
The Next Morning
Waking up to the feeling of someone who you dearly missed being snuggled up next to you would improve anybody's mood for the day.
Kyoka couldn't fight the joy that came with the feeling of finally being reunited with the lover she dearly missed for weeks on end. The others wanted to be with Izuku and Mina one night alone after their return to UA Academy, and now it was Kyoka's night that just passed. Turning over to the young man who still embraced her from behind revealed the slumbering face of the one she knew to be the one man she would ever truly love.
She just observed Midoriya's sleeping face as long as she could. His expression while asleep betrayed the experience he possessed as a young hero. He looked like a teenage kid while blissfully asleep next to the girl he shared his heart with.
Much to Kyoka's disappointment, Izuku started to stir from his sleep and drew in Jiro's slim frame against his much more muscular form as he slowly regained consciousness.
"Mmmmmm, mornin Kyo…"
A soft giggle out of his bed partner made the exhausted teen even more reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed. Thankfully, Kyoka shared the sentiment and just buried her face into the crook of her lover's neck. His scent was a musk she couldn't resist no matter how much she thought she could do so. Willpower often needed an element of desire to resist temptation. There was no such need when it came to her attraction to Midoriya.
"It's a weekend. Wanna do anything today?"
All she got as a response from Izuku was the tightening of his hold on her nubile body. It hardly seems fair to deny this overworked hero a simple request to rest a little while longer. The deeply masculine rumble she could feel through her own chest pressed into Midoriya's warmed the young woman in a less than innocent manner.
Temptation got the better of Jiro. She really wanted to make the most of her time with this dish of male sexuality.
"Does my man wanna stay in bed? His woman certainly can't find it within herself to say no to such a gifted lover. She can't resist the way he presses up against her willing body like this."
Wrapping her right leg over Izuku's left hip let Kyoka gain some leverage to increase their physical contact in bed. Listening to the sultry whispers didn't help Izuku fall back asleep while Jiro tempted him in one of the most potent methods at her disposal.
For all the flirting and sex she experienced from her many partners, they all collectively found Kyoka's voice to be the most tempting thing about her. She found that talking was the most desired way the others wanted to interact with this musically gifted hero in training. A low growl was Izuku's answer for Kyoka.
To start things off, the skinny athletic teen got busy with taking over the start of their less than innocent activities for the morning. She carefully pushed Izuku onto his back and stripped Midoriya of his shirt while letting her fingertips tickle the lines of his hard muscles with the lightest of brushes. Straddling his hips pushed his awakening little Midoriya up into her crotch, giving Kyoka a warm shiver from between her legs all the way up her spine into the base of her skull. Another burst of dopamine sent goosebumps all over her flesh and made her toes curl at the sensation.
Being a giver whenever he made love or just fucked like an animal kept Izuku's hands busy as he massaged the firm thighs that he adored from Jiro. Rough skin on his palms contrasted nicely against the porcelain complexion of Kyoka's pale legs. Her shorts left all the mile long expanses of skin for Midoriya to have his way with. He didn't disappoint the woman who wanted to give her man as much open skin for him to touch.
It actually was Izuku who started to take charge of their little session of intimacy before Jiro could act out her desires. Reaching between the girl's legs' Midoriya demonstrated his lack of patience by simply hooking his fingers into the side of Kyoka's crotch and exposing the glistening center begging for attention. Pushing two fingers into her core proved to be easy in comparison to how tight her muscles clenched down on the invading digits. The soaking wet interior pulled the fingers deeper into the desperate girl, to which Izuku started slowly massaging the pink muscles asking for more with his middle and ring fingers.
Kyoka wanted to lickand suck the exposed muscles of Izuku's bare naked chest, though now couldn't tell if she wanted to take it slow or just hit the gas and ravage her lover for a couple hours at full force. Settling to just going with the flow of things, Jiro simply shucked her thin tee off and allowed Izuku's left hand to grope at the heated body that only wanted more from him.
Feeling her smooth skin made Izuku even harder than what he thought possible. These girls never failed to surprise him with how much they could make him starve for their breathtaking bodies.
Wrapping his hand up against Jiro's right ribcage, the larger appendage of Izuku's still found itself effortlessly grasping the nubile chest with his thumb playing with the erect nub on his woman's right breast. One thing he found so sexy about Kyoka was how easily she fit in his much more powerful hands. He felt the back of her ribs while still able to tease her sensitive nipple without having to move his hand around.
He felt as though he could snap her like a twig if he wasn't careful with Kyoka's body.
The fact that she would always beg him for more while taking it like a champion fueled Midoriya's desire to leave this nymphomaniac a drooling mess as often as possible. If anything, she broke in his hands in a way that caused his appetite to break this girl even more to grow like a wildfire. That expression of being fucked stupid was something he would even masturbate to whenever his libido got out of control and she happened to cross his mind at the time.
Meanwhile, Kyoka felt Izuku pull his fingers out her aching lower lips in order to yank her down into his torso and trap her head in one arm while the other got to work fiddling with something out of Kyoka's line of sight. Anticipation made the young woman even hornier as she genuinely couldn't escape this hungry beast's grasp.
What Izuku had been doing became clear to the teen when she finally felt her right ass being pulled on to give the thick piece of meat sticking out of the hem of her lover's basketball shorts enough clearance to push itself into the still exposed dripping wet pink slit. Her entrance was winking for something to fill the void left behind by Midoriya's skillful fingers. Those prayers were answered in the form of Izuku's cock now shoving itself steadily into Kyoka. An orgasm rolled her eyes to the back of her skull like a pachinko machine, leaving Izuku to be the one that would take care of everything while Jiro could only hold on for dear life. Whether or not she did hang on was of no concern for the painfully aroused man hungry for this body of Kyoka's.
Pistoning as fast as he could made Kyoka seem as though she obtained levitation as her knees left the mattress with how quickly Izuku maintained a blinding speed while trapping her head in his arm.
"Aa-aa-a-a-a-a-u-u-u-u-u-n-n-n-n-n-n-n"
Guttural moaning that skipped due to the merciless pounding into her starving pussy accompanied the symphony of sinful sounds playing in an orchestra of mind blowing sex in Kyoka's dorm room. Izuku's grunting and growls could be heard loud and clear as Jiro had her right ear pressed into the muscular chest of the one fucking her senseless. Even the bed creaked like it was begging for mercy with the powerful thrusts that both threatened to crack the bedframe and kept Kyoka's hips and legs off the bed itself.
The only coherent thought in Jiro's mind fell upon the suspicion that Izuku felt larger than he had been before. Getting her cervix penetrated wasn't anything new, though being fucked in her womb with each stroke threatened to break her into Midoriya's cock hungry fuckhole permanently. She knew that it wasn't actually possible to fuck someone into being a mindless sex slave, but that didn't stop her from trying to achieve that level of nirvana whenever the opportunity presented itself. This particular attempt felt like the closest she could achieve that elusive mind broken state. With what little self control she possessed, Kyoka did her best to get her man's dick to penetrate her as deeply as possible before he unloaded all the thick cum he saved up for all the women in his life.
Subtle sensations of Jiro angling her hips to better accommodate Midoriya's battering ram, which already had been hitting the furthest reaches into her temple, pushed Izuku to finally unload Kyoka's share of hot liquid love right into the starving womb milking the head that brutally pounded the back wall. These two couldn't remain conscious as their shared climaxes overloaded every nerve ending in their bodies.
Twenty Minutes Later
Slowly arising from a very pleasant dreamless sleep, Izuku groaned at the feeling of his penis being serviced by a very experienced lover who knew how to play his body like an instrument. The musician in question already had been awake for a few short moments before Izuku arose consciously. Her skillful techniques got another part of Midoriya up and about for her needs.
Jiro tossed her soiled shorts and panties to the floor and had her perky rear end wagging up into the air while her mouth busily got to work cleaning her lover's tool. Sloppily sucking on the reawakened penis let Izuku hear how much Kyoka enjoyed giving her man oral after he left her more than satisfied. He gave her such a fulfilling pounding that her lower slit still couldn't be touched with how sensitive they were after almost half an hour. Using the air brushing up on the tender hole proved to be just enough to replace her desire to masturbate.
Both her hands were not idle either. Softly clawing at the convulsing muscles in his torso, Kyoka left very light red marks with the tips of her fingers and thumb over the expanse of clenching flesh reacting to the touches of her dainty hand. While sucking off the meat rod skillfully with her lips reaching the base of Midoriya's pulsing cock, her other hand got to work massaging the heavy ball sack that hung from the base of her lover's delicious weapon of female destruction.
"F-fuck! Kyo, I'm gonna cum! Drink it all! FUUUUU-"
His hands grasped the back of Kyoka's head in order to bottom out against her mouth. Practice with giving Izuku head taught the girl to time her breaths whenever he would ejaculate directly into her throat. Midoriya could cum for quite a while before he would let his lover go afterwards.
Having those strong thick hands greedily grab at her skull while pulling at her hair without consideration for her comfort never got old for the lithe bodied teenager. Discussions over what would be acceptable and what everyone wanted to experiment with informed Izuku that the others loved it when he just went for it when he pulled on the girl's head as he came. Sometimes a little rough treatment would be exactly what the doctor ordered to make their sex even better.
A favorite time for giving Izuku a blowjob for the other girls often fell into the mornings when they woke up together in bed. Turns out that Midoriya had a very healthy amount of semen at any given time, so swallowing such a large amount of warm sperm felt easier to do when there was nothing else in their stomachs. Plus, the amount they got would determine how much they would need to eat for breakfast or whether or not they needed to eat at all.
Wanting to taste his cum before it all got injected directly into her stomach, Kyoka let Izuku slow down enough to start pulling up against her man's firm grip against the back of her head. Reaching the end of his orgasm left the young man defenseless against Jiro as she used both her hands to grasp at the length of his cock.
The minx sucked hard on the sensitive head of Midoriya's dick. Both hands started to coordinate with one another to milk the leftovers remaining inside of Izuku's aching balls.
Usually it was Izuku that left his lovers broken drooling messes after their love making. Occasionally, the others were the victors in leaving their man just as messy when they wanted to exact their wonderful revenge against such a beastly ravager of women like Midoriya.
He certainly couldn't find a reason for them not to do so once in a while. Izuku definitely felt like he deserved it more often than not.
Midoriya sweated up a storm after being forced to empty more of himself into the hungry maw of Kyoka. Finally getting a taste of that thick decadent sperm she had been deprived of for weeks on end pushed another orgasm that made the girl squirt onto the mattress and sheets. Savory flavors that could only belong to someone as sweet as Izuku sent the female predator over the edge. It never failed to impress her that Izuku could make her cum so hard when she was the one pleasuring him.
Laying in front of Jiro, the young man had the sheets tightly gripped in his hands with the pillow being trapped in his teeth. Every single muscle twitched like crazy while the thick bands of muscles were trying to unclench themselves. He even had his entire body arched off the bed slightly with Kyoka seated in the soaked patch of her cum on her own bed. Now it was Izuku who was helpless to stop Jiro from dragging her greedy hands across his vulnerable body. Nothing could stop the girl who licked at the sweetly salty skin perspiring because she fucked the ever living shit out of her man.
Izuku just let the hungry lioness have her fill of the antelope who fed her body with its gifted talents as a bed fellow. If she and him were predator and prey in some sort of alternate reality; she could certainly see herself feeding off of such a gifted piece of meat for the rest of her life.
She certainly wouldn't have a lack of protein in her diet.