As Saiki lay in bed, Kyoka sandwiched between he and Momo as the two girls continued to sleep, he came to a sudden realisation.
He forgot to take a picture last night.
He cursed silently to himself. How could he have forgotten? Was he just so excited to finally fuck them both? He took pictures as mementos of his conquests and yet somehow he missed what might be the greatest of his life? This wouldn't stand. But what could he do? They were both sleeping and pulling out his phone to snap a half decent picture would wake them up for sure.
Well... There was one thing he knew they'd all have to do in the morning. Carefully, he got up about a half hour before the others would be woken by the alarm. Extricated his arm from the sleepy Kyoka and headed to the bathroom. Relieved himself mostly to keep up appearances, then slotted his phone into his overnight bag sitting on the counter, poking out of the top and pointed straight at the shower. The next steps would be child's play. It wouldn't be the same as getting a shot of them freshly fucked right after deflowering them, but it would have to do.
So proud of his solution he wasn't fully aware when he opened the door to find Kyoka standing there naked. She covered her petite breasts with an arm, the other placing a hand over her womanhood. He could see the half second of realisation setting in that he had more than seen it all. Slowly, her arm lowered, leaving her chest on display but still covering her mound. "Uhh, hi."
"Good morning," he answered with a smile, "Sorry, did I wake you?"
"I guess," she half-answered, clearly feeling self-conscious the morning after her first time. "So... Can I use the bathroom?"
Saiki blinked as he realised he'd been blocking the door without meaning to. "Oh, sorry, yeah, go ahead," he waved her through, stepping out himself. A couple of minutes later Kyoka came out again, grabbed some clothes from her suitcase then retreated back onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. Saiki's hand reached out to halt the door from closing. "Taking a shower?"
"Umm, yeah?" she asked more than answered, confused why he was stopping her.
"How about I join you?" he suggested, "Since we're up early we'll have some extra time before we need to get ready."
He wasn't even attempting to hide his intentions, Kyoka could tell. No excuse of 'saving time' by sharing a shower. Instead explicitly saying it would take longer. She flushed slightly, letting the door open and her new boyfriend enter. She stepped back to set the water running and gave him all the opportunity he needed to step up behind her, kissing at her neck as his hands ran over her body. She could feel it, already hard and sliding into the crack of her ass. Her earjacks twirled, wrapped around his wrists. If she didn't focus she knew where they would end up. Saiki didn't need any help to get her going. She could feel the slight damp between her legs and it had nothing to do with the shower. "Sh-shit," she cursed as her hand jerked, cranking the hot water too high.
"What's wrong?" the muscular boy asked teasingly in an absurdly innocent tone.
She groaned from frustration and arousal. "You know damn well what's wrong, jerk," she muttered. "Ah!" His arms wrapped around her middle, picking her up and carrying her into the shower with him. "Hey, come on!" She turned around, putting her hands on his solid chest, feeling far smaller and more vulnerable than she should have. She was petite and she knew it, but Saiki wasn't that much bigger than her. Kind of like a bulkier Todoroki. But standing there in the shower with him, it felt more like All Might looming over her. She didn't know where this thrill came from, this intense enjoyment she got from being the smaller, the weaker, the submissive. She might lay the blame at Saiki himself. Her first real experience with another person had been him goading her into doing what he wanted, then toying with her at his leisure until she came so hard she ruined her panties. Little wonder her body decided that yes, she liked that and wanted more.
He was messing with her. Using her. Manipulating her. He was a cheat. Self-serving. One of these days she expected he would just throw her away. She wasn't an incredible beauty like Momo, an amazing talent like Katsumi or inspiring like Izuku. He'd get bored of her one day. And on that day, even knowing just how rotten he could be she'd still be sad when it ended. Bastard or not, he was still giving her the thrill ride of her life.
Saiki knew nothing of her inner turmoil. All he saw was a cute girl staring up at him with wide eyes like he were her god descended to Earth. He turned her around, grabbed the soap and ran it over her skin, sensuously washing her body, her own hands following his to lather the soapy water. His rigid shaft continued to slide against her pert little ass. "You know I'm kind of jealous of Momo, getting to break this in," he commented, pulling her hips into his to wedge his cock into her crack. "I never thought you'd be the kind of girl to like it in the back door."
"Yeah, so what?" she replied defensively. "I got... Curious, you know. Found out it felt kinda nice when I... You know..."
"Yeah, I got that impression when your jacks started double-fucking it without you even thinking about it," he smirked, putting down the soap to focus all of his attention on feeling her body. His hand slid between her thighs to rub her folds. Hard to tell how wet she was in the shower but her pussy lips eagerly spread for his fingers. "Wanna give me a turn?"
She swallowed. She could feel how much bigger he was than the dildo Momo used the previous night. It was worrying, but that only made it more thrilling a proposition. "I guess," she said in an attempt to be nonchalant.
"You'd do better at sounding casual if you didn't spread your legs the second I asked." She could hear the grin in his voice as he reached for a bottle of lotion, probably Momo's, and squirted some into his hand. Rubbed it over and then in her asshole with two fingers.
"Mm," she grunted at the slight, slippery intrusion.
His hand slid over his cock, coated in a generous dollop of lotion. Then pokes at her tightest hole as her legs spread as much as they could in the tub. She bent over, leaned against the wall to make it easier. An instant later she was glad she did as she felt something huge press against her asshole. "Ffffffff..."
"Keep breathing and relax," he spoke in a low, calming voice.
"I know, dammit!" she snapped even as she did just that. "You're just too big!"
"No such thing."
"There sure as hell i-nnnnngh!" Her complaints died unmourned as she felt the head pop inside her tight little ass, felt Saiki make shallow thrusts to open up her guts for his huge cock to slide into. "Ha-ah-ah-ah!" she let out quiet little cries with every bit of pressure he put on her hole. "S-so... Nnnngh!"
"You doing okay?" her boyfriend asked, playing with a nipple and her pussy as he continued driving himself deeper inside her back door.
"K-keep... Keep going! Please!" she begged. She never felt so full. He was bigger than any dildo she felt brave enough to try. Her ass was going to remember the shape of his cock for the rest of her life, she knew it.
"Saiki?" a sleepy voice gained their attention. "Kyoka?" Momo stood in the door, naked as the day she was born, rubbing at her eyes as she stared at them. "Good morning!" she greeted them cheerfully, as though she didn't just find them fucking in the shower.
"Morning, Momo," Saiki greeted her right back, still pumping away at Kyoka's ass. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes," the beautiful, raven-haired heiress sighed in utter relaxation. "I think it might have been the best sleep I've had in a long time. I wish it could have lasted longer."
"S-Sorry," Kyoka strained to say, "Did we wake you up?" As if to punish her for trying to be as casual as he was, Saiki's hand came down on her ass. "Ahh, nngh!" She squealed then groaned as she felt herself tighten up involuntarily on his cock, making the sensations of his fucking all the more intense.
"Yes, but I would have needed to wake up soon anyway," the endlessly polite girl excused it easily. "May I join you?"
"Sure," Saiki answered, "Room for one more. Just gimme a second." His upper body leaned over Kyoka. "Relax, much as you can."
It didn't take a genius to understand what he wa about to do. For an instant, the punk tightened up in fear, then she did her best to relax. To ease the passage as Saiki drove himself the rest of the way into her guts in one thrust. "Ghhhh!" She gurgled, feeling drool dribble down her chin to be washed away by the shower water. "Suh... So... Full..." she managed to say, before yelping as she felt her body pulled back and up. Her legs lifted off the ground and pulled up and out. "Gahahhh!" she half-shrieked as her body was put on display, including her twitching pussy and Saiki's cock balls deep in her ass.
"There we go! How about starting with showing Kyoka some more love, huh?"
Momo might as well have had stars in her eyes as she took in the sight. She moved quickly under the spray of the shower, her skin shining with wetness as her loose hair draped over her shoulders. Moving forward, she leans against Kyoka, kissing the more petite girl as she reaches down to fondle Saiki's balls. "You're amazing, Kyoka," she told her girlfriend while squatting down. She stared at Kyoka's shining pussy, at the only half inch of Saiki's cock that wasn't inside her. "I can't believe you're taking the whole thing there! It almost felt too big in my vagina!" Gleefully, she moved forward, locking her lips over Kyoka's lonely pussy. One hand palming her own breast, the other sliding between her open legs to finger herself.
The punk's head rolled back to rest against Saiki, in utter bliss as he started bouncing her on his fat cock while Momo sucked and licked at her folds. Her earjacks with nothing better to do start strumming her nipples like well tuned guitar strings. Which for the sounds she made, they might as well have been. Saiki impaled her on his cock over and over again, turning her guts into another of his personal fuckholes just like he did her pussy the previous night. Him and Momo. If she could have this. If she could have this forever. She would live a happy life.
Momo drank down the spray of fluids from Kyoka's third orgasm without complaint or comment as their mutual boyfriend dropped the petite girl on his cock one last time. The shaft drove right up into her bowels to spray its absurd payload into her guts, coating them in potent, white seed. Kyoka's eyes rolled dizzily as she felt every pulse of his cock against the walls of her well-used asshole. Some part of her mind that had been preoccupied during her first time reminded her that men weren't supposed to cum this much. Even the most virile porn stars didn't take this long to empty their balls. It only made it better.
He lowered her down into the tub, letting her get back on her own feet, only for her to realise with a giggle, "I can't feel my legs." She slid down into the tub, a small river of cum flowing out of her ass as she sat down.
"Take it easy," Saiki told her before looking to Momo. "Want a turn?"
"Not of that," she said immediately, "I don't think I'm ready for that."
"That's okay."
He held out his arms for her to come to him and she happily did so, squeaking in joy when he took her in his arms and flipped her upside down and buried his face in her pussy. She found her own face right next to his cock. She looked at it, knowing where it had been. Reaching out, trusting Saiki could hold her up just fine, she took the soap and lathered it over his manhood, giving it a thorough wash and preparatory stroke before letting it into her mouth. She had never done this before, never thought to practice. And the unusual position didn't help. But she was determined to give it her best try, just like everything else she sets her mind to!
And then when she got home, she'd find a way to practice. It was clear Saiki can do wonderful things to her with his tongue, she needed to know how to properly return the favour!
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Even with everything that happened during the trip, Saiki couldn't say he regretted even a single moment of it. Momo and Kyoka would have been all the reason he needed to feel that way, but the trip only became more worthwhile at the airport where the students had been met by a suit. One who informed them they would all be duly compensated by the I-Island executive committee for their service in stopping the villain's assault. They hadn't known what that meant in real terms until they had gotten home and found they all had received payments of a million yen. Well, in US dollars, but the equivalent of around that amount after conversion.
The blue-haired boy had spent most of the last day of school before summer break staring at his bank balance on his phone.
Money. He had... Money. Real money. His savings had more than tripled from just that one payment. There were suddenly so many things he could do. He could buy new clothes. Good clothes! He could cut down his hours at Smile Burger. Focus his efforts on training!
Not even Katsumi's weird staring could wipe the grin off of his face. She had looked annoyed at him all day but that was probably just from knowing she'd lost to him and will face a punishment game again. But that dropped way down his list of priorities the second he saw all the zeroes for his latest bank deposit.
During homeroom, Aizawa had informed the class that even those who failed their final exams would be taking part in the summer training camp that the school had been arranging. Though they would need to undertake their remedial classes while there. The news had brought out a celebratory mood in the class, Mina Ashido suggesting they all go to the mall to buy things for the trip.
And so, here Saiki was. At the mall. With friends. And his girlfriends. Intending to buy things, not just hang around awkwardly with an empty wallet.
He couldn't be blamed for feeling giddy about the whole experience. He expected it would be years before he could do something like this. He laughed, joked around, tried to convince Kyoka to buy a micro-bikini, accidentally got Momo to buy one instead.
It was a fun time.
Until Katsumi appeared. "I need to talk to you," she said with a scowl.
So she wasn't just pissed at the prospect of another punishment game. He looked at Momo, at Kyoka. "I'll catch up with you guys in a bit, okay?"
"Sure," Kyoka shrugged, pulling a less certain Momo with her by the hand.
He watched them go, then returned his attention to the sour-looking blonde. "So what's your deal? You've been giving me dirty looks all day." In fact come to think of it, he realised she had been doing the same thing at the airport.
"What is it with you and Deku?" she asked as blunt as ever.
His good mood fractured, his relaxed and giddy attitude replaced with a frown that matched Katsumi's. "Piss on my parade, why don't you. There is nothing with me and Izuku. She dumped me."
"That's not what I mean, shithead," the bomber retorted in a low tone. "I saw you. On that tower? When we were fighting that dipshit villain? You were fighting as hard as the rest of us, then when Deku did her bullshit trying to match All Might, all you did was stand there."
"Okay..." He dragged out the word. "Yeah. I did. So did you, Iida and Todoroki. What about it? You think I was about to get in All Might's way?"
"I saw you, asshole!" she snapped. "I saw the fight go out of your eyes the second that Deku got All Might out of that box! I know you! There's no way in hell you'd just sit back and watch someone else handle the fight! It's the one thing I like about you! Shut up!" she pre-empted him before he could make a smart comment. "You have the same drive to be the best as I do, so why the hell did you just stand there like a moron and watch shitty Deku save the day?!"
Because he couldn't compete with that. With what Izuku showed that day. With the right tool, she was All Might and she'd barely started training. He'd been training for years, working his ass off, literally tearing himself to pieces and all he'd managed was to be a candle to Izuku's bonfire. It wasn't fair. Izuku had once proven to him that with enough grit and determination nothing was insurmountable. But then she came right back to show him it was all a lie. She had always been powerful. Always been holding back. Todoroki had forced her to use all she had while Saiki had nearly lost to her while she was one-handed and holding back.
In the moment, seeing Izuku prove herself was beautiful. But with time to reflect, being forced to reflect by Katsumi's demand for answers... All that confidence, that perseverance she had inspired in him, it felt like a lie.
Not that his pride would let him say any of that. Instead, the most his stubborn ego would allow him was to turn it around on her. "Why did you?"
She stared, her expression darkening even further, her teeth audibly grinding. "Yeah," she growled, "Yeah, that's something I've been wondering too." She turned and stomped away.
He didn't know whether to curse, yell, hit something. He didn't know what he should do to let out his frustrations. Mirko would probably tell him if he was pissed about something he should do something about it. Moping didn't help anything.
But what could he even do? Katsumi could be pissed at him all she wanted, he could be dissatisfied all he wanted. It didn't change that there was no way to close the gap. Izuku was stronger than him. As strong as All Might. And she'd only get stronger. The quirk doctor said he might not have a limit but what would that matter if he never climbed to the heights Izuku had already reached?
Trust Katsumi to piss him off so thoroughly when he had been having the time of his life. That was the problem, wasn't it? He had been having the time of his life because he had given up the burden of wanting to be the best.
And... Without that drive. Knowing that burning desire to shatter his own limits in a quest to reach the top was gone... All he feels was hollow.
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A/N: Hey. You know the vaguely canon movies? The ones where absolutely crazy shit happens and Izuku is basically contractually required to use the absolute peak of their power for the sake of a huge spectacle at the climax of the movie? Yeah. What if all those classmates with a drive to be the best were allowed to see those moments, see exactly what they had to compete against, and react to them appropriately?