Hado's Secret Account - A Nejire and Izuku Tale

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'What the hell is this website?' This thought wandered through Izuku's mind as he explored the domain. A deep fake, or AI generated, there's just no possible way that pro and aspiring heroes would partake in this. It's unbecoming, unprofessional and downright disrespectful, he thought so whilst his boxers got tighter. 'Hero-Fans', the name even sounds like it breaches copyright infringement. Regardless, he must know more, get to the bottom of things, investigate for the featured hero's sake.

He recognized some obscure names across the website, professionals that have fallen out of the public eye seemed to be flourishing here. Newcomers and trainees were also abundant, showing off far too much skin for their profile pictures or demo material. Disgusting really, whoever created this website deserves lawful punishment. Using people's image without their consent, how villainous. Izuku rearranged his underwear before continuing.

He decided to sort the site descending from most popular, trying to find the top ten with the most subscribers. Once the page loaded, the usernames read as follows:

10. Mandy

9. UwaUwa

8. TomoKoko

7. Kurona

6. MoeBanin

5. RavenStarfish

4. Bubblin'

3. Koi

2. YourBunnyGirl

1. NeneHado

'NeneHado', it can't be right? Though, the cover picture showed off luscious bright blue hair that couldn't belong to anyone else. Izuku opened her page which to his surprise had no demo content, everything was locked behind a subscription payment. He hesitated, paying for something this dodgy out of pure curiosity brought about anxious feelings. Was it even out of concern in the first place? The phallic object trying to protrude through his undergarments would disagree with that. Nevertheless, he inserted his payment details on the account portion, then proceeded to pay the subscription fee.

Underwhelming, no, the better word for the display would be tame. Some of the other accounts had more explicit showings in their free content. She didn't even show her face, most of the pictures cutting off at the neck portion. Yet, there was something alluring about the pureness shown in each picture. First, they had a level of production that resembled a professional photographic crew. She wore beautiful dresses that showed hints of cleavage or an hourglass physique, ranging in a sea of colors across all posts. The most recent image contained a red dress which hugged the girl's figure tightly, contrasting against the light blue hair color sprawling throughout her back. A gorgeous woman, and unmistakably Nejire Hado, one of U.A. 's big three.

Asking her about the whole ordeal should be a priority, right? If a miscreant was out there using her likeness to gain money or to smear her image she should know. Izuku was still convinced this entire website was a ruse, a creation of mal intent with an inconclusive end goal. As so, his sense of justice kicked in before reason. He stood up, took a shower, then went to bed right after.

The next day came in a flash, and once classes finished, he headed to the third story instead of walking to the dormitories. He waited outside of class 3A until a wave of flowing hair peered through the door. There she was, beautiful and pure, walking without a care in the world.

"Hado!" Izuku rushed over to her. She stopped for a second, confused as to who was calling. Then, her face contorted into a wide smile once she recognized the approaching individual.

"Izuku!" Nejire mirrored his tone as she used her quirk to glide toward him. The scent of her subtle perfume filled the immediate area. Right, easy to forget how overwhelming it was to speak to her. Those curious blue eyes seemed to unravel everything before them. Most distractingly, her body proportions were almost bursting out of the uniform. "Hmmmm? What's up? What's troubling you?" She inched far too close when asking the previous, studying her underclassman's face from a short distance.

"Well! Uh…." Tongue tied and face now entirely crimson, the original goal for this confrontation meandered through the boy's nervous mind. This particular hurdle was much easier to mentally clear in the planning stages last night. A jaw dropping woman takes one's words away. "T-t-there's this website….. H-Hero-Fans ….. using your image ….. l-lasciviously!" With intercut speech and an increasingly higher tone, Izuku managed to get his message across. Though only about thirty percent of what he originally wanted to say, at least the topic was mentioned.

"Ah, no, I run that account." No smile broken, no change in speech patterns, not even an eyebrow raise. Nejire nonchalantly admitted to running the indecent account he stumbled upon last night.

"Huh?" Was all he could mutter at her relaxed reaction. One of his eyes twitched a bit, maybe he was overthinking the whole thing.

"Weird though, you're the first to ask me about it!" She let out a short giggle followed by a hand covering her mouth. Great, now he looks like a stalker. "Oh, maybe you can help me with something!"

"Help… you… with something?" At this point, anything is on the table. Everything on that site was real, every person there posted their own content. Some names there, people he'd met, revealing private aspects of their bodies. All for different reasons, individuals going into business for themselves, searching for a wide variety of validations. Whatever they wanted from that place set a precedent for upcoming heroes, one of popularity coming from a new avenue.

"Yeah! You see, I've been getting these requests…" Ah, the feature he was scared of the most. One that required getting interpersonal with creators. " … and I don't think I can do them by myself. You know of my secret account now, so, you can help me!" Huh?!

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'What the hell is wrong with people?!' A new thought Izuku had acquired after going through some of the unhinged requests Nejire received. 'Lick the bottom of a shoe, sensually', 'Put on a skin tight latex suit and rub your forearms together', and 'Sit on a pie and record it' were amongst the most outrageous. Aside from that, there were a stream of people asking for simple nudity, explicit acts with phallic items and the ever present foot fetishists. Despite the odd requests, the money offered by these people wasn't negligible. If anything, some of the acts were tame in comparison with the amount presented, the reward definitely outweighing the minimal reputation risks.

As Izuku read through the accumulated pile of solicitations, Nejire was changing clothes in the bathroom. They'd snuck the boy into her dorm room, waiting for the time when people studied. She handed her phone over, fully unlocked, trusting that he isn't the type of person to snoop around. Then, she went to dress up for a potential photoshoot or video taping session happening in a few minutes. On the way over, the blue haired girl explained how she underwent the creation process. A professional camera was the reason behind her images looking a cut above the rest, bought for the express purpose of her account. She'd pose in front of a mirror, then apply a ton of hastily learned composition techniques to every click of the shutter. Although, the need for a mirror is entirely removed now that this was a two person operation.

"All right, we're tackling the most popular requests!" Nejire stepped out of the bathroom in an overtly erotic sweater. The outfit had a small opening on the front revealing her cleavage, it had a turtleneck wrapped around the neck portion, the back was completely uncovered until millimeters above her tailbone and was colored blueish gray. The dreaded virgin killer. On top of the provocative garb, she held a dildo inside her left hand. "So, I'll be on the bed, you record from different angles."

"O-ok." Izuku wanted to ask much more. Why was she doing this? What was her end goal? Did she enjoy this? Yet, once his eyes laid on her figure as she left the restroom, all coherent thoughts jumbled up into a mess of consciousness. He wasn't even sure he could properly record what she was about to do.

Nejire kneeled on the bed, puffing her chest out. She smacked the lower portion of the dildo against the wall, making it stick onto the surface. Her tongue left her mouth, soon starting to circle the tip of the sexual object. The boy holding the camera had an immediate physiological reaction, a raging hard on pressing against his pants. Over the course of a few minutes, she ramped up her actions until there was complete silence except for the sucking sounds emitted by the fake blowjob. Izuku tried his best to capture the scene in different angles, even trying out the dutch variation. However, across the entire ordeal, something about the girl was off. A face of disappointment maybe, or confusement, it was hard to discern between the two. She stopped the suction all of a sudden.

"Hmmmm…" She placed a finger on her own chin, pondering for a few seconds. Then, she palmed the top of the sweater, pulling it down until just above the solar plexus.

Heaven, bliss, a bunch of other words could be used to describe the sight before Izuku. E or F cup, her beautiful chest was in full view. Her nipples were a light shade of pink perfectly combined with her skin, with a size proportional to the bountiful bosoms flashing the camera. Two mounds that could negotiate for world peace, or so his mind thought. Like everything else about Nejire, they were gorgeous. She wasted no time in putting her bare breasts to work, removing the plastic penis from the wall and placing it between them. She laid down on the bed, resting her head on the pillows. She pretended to be straddled, placing the makeshift dick as if someone was thrusting upwards from beneath her. He simply held on to the camera, keeping the entire thing in frame, standing with a bit of a distance between them both.

"Izuku, get on the bed. Get the angle from directly above me." Entranced, he followed what she said. Putting his knees on the bed beside her, and taking pictures and videos from there. A chuckle escaped the girl's lips. "No silly, sit on my belly and do it from there!" In other circumstances, he would've probably declined. Perhaps Izuku was feeling far too aroused to even think rationally at this point.

Nejire kept pretending to give a boobjob to an imaginary person. She moved the plastic up and down with her chest, getting into a rhythm. Kisses, licks, and occasional suctions granted to the tip of the fake organ got mixed in. Soon enough, the room returned to complete silence except for the friction between the woman and the plastic toy. Izuku's raging hard on was hard pressed against the fabric of his underwear. It was no longer hideable, being inches away from a partially nude girl below him and looking like an ever growing tent. Then, just like before, the blue haired girl abruptly stopped. The same expression of ambiguous concern plastered on her countenance.

"This pee pee is weird." Huh? The pipi? The dildo? Weren't they supposed to be good substitutes for the real thing? "It's cold and rubbery, and it makes my boobs hurt. If I ordered the other one I….." Her eyes locked onto something as she ceased talking. Something below her chest, below the camera, below the fake 'pee pee'. Izuku's rock hard dick, right in her line of sight.

"S-sorry! I can't control it. Y-you're half naked a-and…" He struggled to finish the sentence, too embarrassed to directly call her pretty. Nonetheless, a smile from earlier in the day reappeared on her face. The same one she greeted him with.

"Let's try this one!" Nejire grabbed the tip through his pants, her gentle fingers barely grazed it. The former was enough to earn a loud yelp from him, his penis pulsated every second the hand lay on it. "I-I don't think t-that's a good-" He cut himself off. Continuing that line of thought would be facetious to his feelings. Yes, this was a bad idea, but saying he didn't want it to happen, that's an entirely different thing.

They repositioned themselves, with Izuku standing as Nejire kneeled in front of him. The only thing left containing his cock were the white boxer briefs hanging on to him for dear life. The woman underneath grasped onto the cloth and agonizingly pulled it down, she was definitely dramatizing the whole thing for the camera. Then it sprung out, stiff as a boulder, hovering above Nejire's enticing marbles.

"Wow…. this one's already so much better!" Izuku's rod was significantly bigger than the dildo, she seemed to notice as much. She placed one hand on the lower portion closer to his pelvis, an instant grunt escaped the boy. The anticipation was getting to him. The camera's point of view was almost exactly his, that of an awestricking woman kneeling before a dick.

A warm, slimy sensation sent shivers down the green haired boy's back. Her tongue had been added to the fray, licking along the entire underside until it graced the head. She quickly followed with circular motions along the tip, tasting all she could whilst doing so. This time, there was no blatant discomfort showing in her face. If anything, she looked elated to be giving this blowjob. Everytime her tongue slowly slid across the shaft's edge, it sent a jolt straight through him. He'd been in heaven twice today. All the while, he let out cutesy moans.

Then, she slowly pursed her lips to introduce the foreign object into her mouth. It was big, difficult to handle, so she could only reliably throat a little more than half of the thing. Inexperience came into play here, she was going off pure instinct after all. Her lack of gagging was impressive given what little she knew. She kept circularly using her tongue as she sucked him up and down, trying to play the whole thing up for the camera. Though, the action was starting to make her lower half warm. Unknowingly, Nejire had begun enjoying the blowjob. Izuku, on the other hand, was trying his best to not immediately explode. The warm, sloppy feeling sensually caressing his cock as if it were a popsicle was beginning to become too much. Those blue marbles staring up at him as they bobbed up and down were not helping his endurance. Thankfully, however, she stopped for a moment.

Only to resume with an added pressure on his phallus. Nejire's tits wrapped around his piston, holding it until just the tip and a part more was visible. She continued stroking it, this time prioritizing the rubbing of her breasts. Each time the motion reached its peak, she planted a kiss on the tip. The pecks were followed by several snickers, brief and adorable. Additionally, her quirk started to hold her boobs in place as she unwittingly began to touch herself. She carefully made sure that the electricity did not clash against Izuku's penis. With greater control, she sped up the boobjob, which in turn made him go into a moaning fit. There was this sloshy sound fostered by both of their bodily fluids, along with the sound of a skin slapping against each other. Nejire's nipples had perked up and became highly visible on the video, an obscene spectacle. This detail was the nail in the coffin as her green haired partner reached his end.

"Nejire I'm-" He couldn't warn the girl in time. An explosion of cum covered Nejire's upper half, hitting everywhere except the eyes, thankfully closed in time. Amidst hero training, stresses of everyday life and studying, he'd been pent up for a while. A horrified visage took over Izuku, now looking down at the sticky white mess staining even the flowing blue hair. "I-I'm so sorry I didn't mean to!" He was met with a wide beam, accompanied by full blown laughter.

"It tastes funny!" She was half cracking up, half licking around her face in amusement. Peerless innocence, even when covered in cum.

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Nejire spent a long time editing the footage, cutting it down, cropping her eyes out of the frame, amongst other things. She wore cute and nerdy glasses during the process. This was after taking a shower, of course. Izuku had taken one too as he waited for the content to be done.

Once the video was posted, he expected a huge amount of backlash given the rather tame content previous to this bombshell. Astoundingly enough, almost every user seemed supportive. 'Finally!', 'Boyfriend reveal?', 'Guy's a hunk', 'You found one hell of a cock' and plenty of other vulgar but favorable comments. The tape was quickly gaining traction, on pace to be one of NeneHado's most popular posts.

"Haha, they think we're dating." Nejire tittered as she read the feedback, Izuku nervously smiled in return. If wind got out of this, they would both be facing a hellstorm.

As he was leaving, she handed over a slip of paper with her account details and her contact information, so that he would be aware of their next session together. Apparently, this arrangement was a whole thing now. He reached his own dorm room, brushed off Kaminari who asked where he'd been, opened the door to his room, locked it behind, and finally slumped onto his bed. He recounted the day over and over in his head, not fully believing everything that happened. Felt like a dream almost, one of lewd proportions. He began drifting off until his phone dinged with a notification.

A screenshot, sent by Nejire. An incredible sum of money was underneath the requested action.

'Prone Bone session with your boyfriend!' Following the screenshot was her own message, 'Tomorrow, let's do it!' as well as a gaggle of enthusiastic stickers succeeding it. Izuku searched up prone bone on an urban dictionary page, and quickly found out what that meant. Awesome, now he had to sleep with the knowledge that he'd be losing his virginity the next day.

Just what kind of rabbit hole had he gotten himself into?

To be continued….

Chapter 2: Burnin' First Time

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

"Deku, are you okay?" Ochako leaned back to speak to him. Her chair rested against the desk behind it. He'd been sleeping for a major part of the period, earning some laughter from his nearby classmates.

"All good, training." Through a faint raspy voice and crooked smile, Izuku managed to lift his head and respond. The brunette before him remained worried but recoiled back into her seat.

The previous night had been hellish, filled with anxiety for today's upcoming session. Memories of the recording didn't aid the matter, making him horny on and off. Mostly, his mind was filled with thoughts of Nejire. Her sweet smile, entrancing blue eyes, her cute giggles, her soft boobs enveloping his dick in between. Totally normal points of admiration right? With all of that juggling in his mind, resting was out of the question. So now, without much sleep, he struggled to stay awake through Aizawa's monotone class delivery.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Izuku snapped awake, looking around to see if his demonic homeroom teacher had noticed or if a classmate was near to mock him. Everybody seemed to be minding their own business. He hastily packed his things and bolted out of the door. For a second, it felt like someone was leering at him but with the short timeframe needed to meet his current 'manager', he gave this no importance.

Nejire's dorm room had its walls covered by soundproof styrofoam. A quick installation between the day before and now, probably due to her quirk. The room resembled an asylum, eerily silent, to the point where the boy could hear his own breath. Though necessary, this measure made the ordeal that more daunting. Her camera was set up on a tripod near the head of the bed, this was happening wasn't it?

The girl was nowhere to be seen. Her computer was left on, a conspicuous image paused on the screen. A woman, blonde hair, mid twenties and impressively bodacious with a rubber dick deep in her. From the looks of it, she was moaning when the video was paused, boobs bouncing all over the place in suspended animation. 'Preparations for Sex!', a thrilling title, straight to the point. Wait, does this mean it was Nejire's first time? His heart began pounding out of his chest. Two people that could be scarred for life now, no pressure.

"I'll be out there in a sec!" From the bathroom came the blue haired girl's disembodied voice. She was probably changing into an outfit comparatively lewder than yesterday's. One that's possibly harder to look at. He put the screen to sleep then anxiously sat down on the desk chair. The wait was beginning to gnaw at him.

The restroom door slid open and out walked the blue haired beauty in a red bikini. Her chest was barely contained by it, ready to burst out at any sudden movement. It jiggled a bit as she walked toward the bed. Her belly was completely uncovered, letting Izuku notice her perfectly toned abdomen. Nearly completely flat, her muscle formation resembled the number eleven, with very minimal visibility on them. A result of her hard work. Her hips, on the other hand, were pure genetics. Bountiful but somehow slim, the space inbetween immaculately deepened their appeal. An hourglass physique accentuated by extensive years of training. He'd seen part of her body uncovered, yet these clothes carried a different allure. She must've certainly known that, the attire seemed tailor made for a photoshoot. His tight boxers would sure like to agree.

"Honey, what's wrong? I'm all ready!" Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice when Nejire had laid down on the bed. She was facing the camera, with her butt still visible given the angel. Her tits were pressed against the mattress, creating an obscene spectacle. Regarding her language, the camera had a flashing red dot on it. Presumably, she was playing things up for the video, pretending they were a couple. Normally, she would've chuckled right after saying the former.

Izuku cautiously approached the bed, putting both of his knees next to the astounding thighs below. Now within striking distance, her bubbly ass made him question how someone could be so flawless, so ravishing. He removed his undergarments quickly, making his dick spring out of them in dramatic fashion. However, he wasn't sure how to proceed. The end goal was right there, covered in red polyester, waiting to be pounced on. Yet, he didn't know whether she would take it off herself, or if she wanted him to spread her legs. Nejire was none the wiser, looking forwards and perhaps feigning ignorance. Thus, he instinctively grasped onto both of her ass cheeks. Instant bliss, two mochi like buns that appropriately pushed back against his touch. The girl below made an almost inaudible 'eep' sound once this happened. He used his hands to slip the lower part of the bikini off, revealing a beautifully shaved vagina. Izuku's cock jumped a bit once the private part became visible, almost like it was asking to be shoved inside. Therefore, he did as much, lining up the tip along her entrance, very gently inserting his dick into her warmth.

"Hmph!" Nejire bit her pillow, adjusting to the feeling of a real one inside of her. It was entirely different to the dildo she used for practice. Pulsating, girthy, meaty and hot, this was a completely dissimilar experience to the rubber version. And unlike the fake penis, the simple idea of the thing made her uncharacteristically drenched. Since yesterday, the mere thought of the boy's rod brought about wetness in her lower half. Now that it was inside, she felt an aroused numbness there. The lack of movement festered her impatience. "You…you can move now…. Honey." Although she wasn't fully used to him, her arousal took priority.

Izuku began thrusting downward at an angle, giving Nejire long strokes purely off instinct. This began a muffled moaning match between the two, each trying to contain the pleasure they were feeling. His pelvis began slapping against her lower backside, the clashing of flesh covering the oddly silent room. Compared to yesterday's blowjob, the girl's pussy wasn't as proactive. The feeling of tightness enveloping and coiling his member in a vice grip, however, set this whole new action apart. He began getting into a rhythm, two long pistonings finished off by a short one. Each time he completed the routine, her body shivered in response. His way of moving seemed effective, so he continued doing so. Her insides began contracting and opening back up with his cock within, a subconscious massage granting greater pleasure to them both. Her moans were now completely unfettered as the foreign object scraped deep.

A few minutes went by, their voiceless fucking continued. No theatrics, no fancy lines, not even an acknowledgement of the camera. The pair were lost in each other, committed to pleasure. Eventually, Nejire lifted and turned her head around. Her eyes looked directly at Izuku's, pleading for something. Her posterior started shuddering and shaking around, making his dick hit a variety of spots. Was she… asking for a kiss?

Without stopping the pounding, he leaned downward and placed his palm on the right side of her face, pulling her close. Their tongues wrestled, looking to topple the other's in a cutesy manner. An intimate make out session, intercut by the sloshy sound of two sexual organs smacking together. She moaned wildly into his mouth, her pussy gripped tighter than ever and her hips shifted from side to side, finally breaking the lip lock as she shook. An orgasm, facilitated by the overstimulation of the kiss. The mouth was likely a significant erogenous zone for her. As Izuku felt this, a wave of exhilaration filled him. He sped up at an extreme rate, the sounds of the clash ramping up as a result. Nejire resumed her pleasurable shouting, groans of pure ecstasy. In no time, he was ready to finish himself. An explosion of white overflowed the hole, and as the makeshift organic plug left the orifice, his cum leaked onto the bed sheets. The blue haired woman was left quivering, her legs weak from the herculean satisfaction.

It took a while for Nejire to recover, today's session left her completely drained. Though, she returned to her usual cheery self once she was back at one hundred percent. Alas, with some underlying emotion beneath every giggle and chuckle. Nobody could've been the same after such a thorough dicking. Feelings or lust, whichever she was suffering from now, it would only help with the Hero-Fans page. Hence, she decided to ignore this momentarily.

"It's already gotten so much traction!" She smiled and readjusted her glasses. The feedback rolling in was twice as positive as the one before. Her subscribers wanted to see more, witness other lewd actions. It was good that Izuku found her account. This time, she didn't even mention the prospect of the watchers regarding them as a couple. She had done an incredible job at cropping out both of their faces, even through the kissing scene.

The green haired boy was checking the incoming commissions, rejecting or postponing them. They spiked even more than with the blowjob video, coming in tens every few minutes. Then, something abnormal happened. A message highlighted in blue shot directly to the top of the DM section. Alongside it was a green checkmark, a verified user. 'MoeBanin', someone he'd seen on the top ten list. Their profile picture was just a green ember, nothing more, nothing less. He clicked on the name, opening a chat log that had one message on it. 'Yo! Wanna collab?'.

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What in the actual hell is happening? First Nejire, whom he'd gotten close to before these clandestine meetings. A person he trusted became a recipient of his desire. Now Moe Kamiji, the pro hero named Burnin', appeared before him as another person looking for the same.

Her fiery green hair sat across both Izuku and Nejire at the café. She was drinking an iced latte with some whipped cream on the top. Her black hoodie barely peered over the table, showing some much needed wholesome energy before the coming session. She slurped the straw in her drink for a few seconds before continuing.

"I've got the black wig and both of our fits here." Her finger pointed to the nearby bag she brought into the place. Izuku had assumed her hero outfit was in there, how innocent of him.

"Hmmm. I've never cosplayed before." Nejire stared at the travel bag beside the green flame woman. She had that same ponderous expression on her face as always. The same cute pose with her finger on her chin. Was she doing that on purpose?

"Don't worry it'll be fun!" Moe had that trademark smirk plastered across her face. She turned to face the boy, a glint almost shooting out in his direction. She seductively licked her lips before speaking. "Who knew you had such a heater down there. I can't wait to ride it!" She beamed from ear to ear, upper teeth in full view. He only just lost his virginity, and was now doing it with two women at once.

"W-wouldn't Nami be more suited to N-Nejire's personality?" He tried to veer the topic off of him, yet still brought up a valid concern. Out of the two characters, the cat burglar was far more emotive and zany. Coupled with the blue haired girl's cheery nature, it would be easier to regard her as the pirate.

"You're not wrong." She took another sip of her coffee with both eyes closed, her hair slightly flashed in response. Right, someone with a power based off fire would need a cooling down method. Her marbles opened back up, locked onto Nejire. "I thought that too, plus I'm a bit taller. But…. I'm sure our viewers would enjoy the behavioral gap between the habitual Nene and Robin's coolness." She sneered at them both, finding some amusement in the simple idea of their upcoming shoot.

They loitered around for a while, finishing drinks and crepes then moving toward Moe's chosen location. The area was nice, a residential neighborhood filled with local shops and restaurants. Like a location out of a drama series, homely and with the flair of traditional living spaces. The train ride there revealed a gradual decline in complicated structures, buildings falling in stature until there were only houses. For someone who worked in Musutafu, she sure lived far away from it. The three hour commute must be hard each day. Though, her face as she walked down the streets saluting and smiling at people would say otherwise.

Nejire was equally enjoying the scenery, flying above the rooftops for small periods in time only to come back down with a heartwarming simper. Like a child in a candy store. As they walked, something Moe had said began chewing at Izuku. Rather, something she had omitted.

"K-Kamiji, what about your hair?" He looked at the flowing green blaze running above her scalp, reminiscent of the sun's beauty.

"Hm? Oh you mean the color." She chuckled as the uncontrolled flames relaxed, forming a hairstyle highly similar to the cat burglars. The color started to shift as well, becoming a deep orange seen in normal fires. "High sodium diet for the last few days." Her playful grin gawped back at him. All set, now all that was left was for his mind to stop planting rampant doubts on itself.

They came upon a garish looking house, the entrance had a small garden with some various flower colors sprinkled about. The door itself was impressive, taller than any of them and made with impressive material. Once opened, it revealed a staircase leading up to a second floor and a hall with two doors perpendicular to the other. They followed the homeowner through the immediate left door, entering what looked like the living room. A couch made of heat resistant material facing a wide screen television that was above a fireplace. A cat tree could be seen on the left side of the fireplace, but no animal was in sight. They arrived at another door which had a sign on it saying "LIVE!".

"Welcome to my recording space." Moe slid the wood open. Inside were some blindingly white walls highlighting the Victorian bed of the same color. This was the first time Izuku had laid eyes on a canopy bed and it looked exactly how he'd imagined it would. The curtains drew both his and Nejire's attention, the two gawking at the astounding sight. "Changeroom's on the left, bathroom's on the right." The burning woman walked through the left door beside the bed wall, with the aloof one following close behind.

Izuku didn't have the need to dress up, apparently it's better that way. Adds anonymity to the character receiving the sexual acts, or so Moe said. Ostensibly, some subscribers would prefer for the entire deal to be 'these two characters stumble upon a random guy' rather than an elaborate shipping attempt from the creators. Therefore, all he had to do was remove what he was wearing.

He sat down on the bed, looking to calm his beating heart. Never in a million years did he think he'd be in this situation, nonetheless with the two behind that door. One of the most promising hero prospects and one of the most recognizable sidekicks of Endeavor's agency, ready to ride him without qualms. No pressure, none at all.

The changing room door opened and out first was the orange haired navigator of the straw hat pirates, with a little added fire. She wore a green bikini with white stripes and some blue jeans topped off by an angled black belt. With her belly fully exposed, he was able to notice she was less defined than Nejire, though still well trained. Her boobs pushed hard against the fabric, barely contained by it. The pants hugged her figure tightly, looking almost like a part of her body. It still looked like Moe, but the cosplay was so well done that anybody could buy her as the character. Izuku's growing boner seemed to do so.

Behind her came a woman wearing a blue jacket cut off at the stomach portion, with nothing much beneath. The collar was deliberately puffed upwards, reaching until just below her ears. Her hair was slicked back, the top held together by orange tinted sunglasses Below she wore a reddish cloth wrapped around the waist. It barely covered her lower half, showing off a large portion of skin. The outfit was finished off by some red heels. Unlike the other girl, Nejire was almost unrecognizable. She looked almost exactly like Nico Robin, barring her stature and unmistakable beam. Aspects she would probably alter once they were rolling. Maybe she could float to hide the height difference.

Moe reached over to a nearby drawer, which was almost blending into the white walls, and pulled out an expensive looking camera.

"Took your advice with this one!" She smirked at Robin (Nejire) who by the looks of things recommended which type of camera she should get. She grabbed a makeshift tripod, a three legged wooden structure held together by tape, and placed the camera there. It faced the mattress at an odd angle, showing a side profile with the curtains and pillows in full view. The center was still visible, with the foot of the bed far away from the lens. "All right, record us." Nami (Moe) looked at Izuku, waiting for him to stand up and press the start button.

The two women sat down, they affectionately locked eyes. Once he started filming, the girl with the fake black hair extended her left hand and placed it on the other's cheek. They both leaned in and locked lips, smacking sounds escaping their mouths. Heads bobbed, tongues shifted about all over the place, this was quickly becoming a very heated make out. Keeping in mind how stimulating kisses were for Nejire, this swift ramp up was probably her doing. Izuku was witnessing heaven once more as their boobs squished together amidst the embrace. This went on until Nami's (Moe) marbles leered at the boy.

She silently broke the smooch, walked up near him and began rubbing his abs through the shirt. She began slowly pulling him closer to the bed, grinding against him and commencing small pecks along his neck. Evidently, this fiery woman had experience. The soft caressing earned very audible groans from him. When they got near enough, she pushed him down on the bunk and instantly removed his underwear. His hard on just about missed whacking against her forehead.

"Hmph…. so big~" Seems she's already embellishing things for the camera. She signaled Robin (Nejire) to come over. She began licking from his balls all the way to the tip as the smaller woman scuffled over.

Another tongue was introduced, exploring the lower shaft as the fiery one kissed the head. The two worked in unison, looking to exert as much pleasure onto the sole receptor as possible. The temporarily black haired girl started mixing her own lips with the other girl's, creating a rare spectacle. The fabled double blowjob, happening to him. The slimy sensation of these two warm taste receptors circling around his member was beyond anything he'd experienced so far. The stimulation ultimately became too much to handle, white streams of climax shot out from his rod. The pair seemed to swallow most of it. He was drained, but for some reason, his penis remained stiff.

"Looks like this Sea King is up for a fight." Robin (Nejire) did her best to not burst out laughing as she said this. Her restraint was palpable as she spoke.

Meanwhile, the orange haired girl removed her jeans. Revealing a tiny orange ember right above a completely shaved slit, or was that the hair down there? Her scalp is made of fire so perhaps that small ember counts as the pubes. Regardless, she carefully positioned the entrance against his rod, lowering herself until the entire thing was inside.

"Oh…. my…." Her mouth indicated that she wanted to say more but was cut short by her face melting. There was an obvious shift in her eyes as the entire length penetrated her, like she was taken by complete surprise. Her pussy had an entirely different feel than what he was used to, it wasn't as tight but felt far warmer and more welcoming. His balls were nestled against her ass.

Izuku felt another set of thighs sit on his legs, behind the girl riding him. Subsequently, a set of hands slipped inside the green top. They fondled and squeezed on the nipples before fully revealing the two mounds. Tits slightly bigger than the only other ones he knew, the areolas covered more of them as well. The two uncovered parts looked very… suckable. Nami (Moe) was rocking her hips up and down, silent amongst all the pleasure distributed to her system. Her eyes stayed in the same place, wide open like a deer in headlights. She seemed unable to adapt to the huge piston ravaging her walls. Her excitement from earlier was gone, replaced by a sense of pleasing shock. He began sitting up, noticing the enticing expression protruding out of the older girl's face. Although he wanted to plant a kiss on her lips, he decided to focus on the dangling softness bouncing as she rode him. He sucked on her bosom, following his instincts, licking around as if it were the most delicious thing on earth. No particular flavor, but a primal feeling of an indistinguishable drive to mate brought about by the action. He started thrusting upwards, meeting the woman's movements in an attempt to grant mutual pleasure to them both. Some silent moans, the type that could only be heard if you were close enough, started leaving her mouth. Robin (Nejire) let out an 'Oh my' as this happened, visibly amused by the growing intensity of the situation. He gave the left nipple a hard suck, one that would leave a mark for days to come. Her fiery folds started vice gripping his dick until she completely gave out, collapsing on his chest, then on the bed. An intense climax left her wiped out, breathing motionless on the pillows nearby.

Izuku was left a tad disappointed, he expected her to back up the candid talk from earlier with mind blowing cowgirl prowess. Yet, there was a part of him that was happy with simply getting to experience sex with a pro heroine. Albeit, now there was another girl, who'd aligned herself with the fluid covered phallus of his.

"Ready for round two?" Absorbed in her character, she played coy before impaling herself with his meat. The sunglasses nearly fell off as she did, with her head recoiling at the abrupt sensation. She leaned in close, behind his ear so as to hide what she was about to say from the camera. "W-wait Izuku …. It's a lot bigger this time." Her breathy whisper filled his ear. There was nothing more exciting for him at that moment.

He instantly thrusted upward, creating a longing whimper from fake Robin. Looking at them from the sidelines had her frustrated to an extent, enough that it manifested itself through that groan. At this point, he wasn't even waiting for her to move as he ramped up at her every reaction. His cock was plundering her insides at breakneck speed, rubbing along the tightness. She was unable to hold down the sounds at all, a full vocal performance filling the dead air. A feeling of pure elation invaded them both until the boy felt himself reaching the end. The black wig had started to roll off her head, but they didn't care at all. All that mattered at that moment was the slapping of flesh and the interaction of their private parts. With this rapid of a piping, they were bound to finish at any second. As if on cue, Izuku imploded into Nejire's hole. The hairpiece had fallen onto the mattress, as still as the pair who fell back on the bed.

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Moe was impressed, in awe of how everything had transpired. She was convinced 'NeneHado' was deserving of the top spot as a Hero-Fans model. There was a starstruck smile plastered on her face the entire time the two others spent dressing back up. Perhaps, she noticed how genuine their whole deal was, and was dumbfounded by it.

The raw footage was far too long and complicated to be edited the same day. With the commute being over three hours, they decided to part ways for now. They finished a while before dinner, leaving ample time to arrive home and eat there. Nejire and Izuku packed their bags and headed for the door. Once there, the flaming girl held the entrance open. As the blue haired girl floated in front, the boy was stopped in his tracks by a hand holding his arm. A wet kiss landed on his cheek, hidden from the airhead ahead of him. Moe looked at him affectionately, with a deep blush from ear to ear. She winked at him as she scurried back inside. Was that…?

They slept soundly for the entire trip back home, only waking up with an alarm they'd set beforehand. Nejire headed for her dorm, leaving Izuku with a smile attributed only to her. She floated off into the distance, leaving him behind.

The greenie made sure nobody spotted him as he re-entered the premises. He bought some instant ramen on a nearby vending machine before arriving at the dorms. The inside was barren, everybody was probably inside studying or already asleep. So he went up to his room.

Somebody was at his door, the silhouette of a person he'd seen countless times before. The problem was, why was she here, alone, and at this hour?

"J-Jirou?" He approached the door. The girl was circling her earphone jack when she noticed him. She stopped almost reflectively, giving off the impression that this was a tic. She sighed deeply before responding.

"Midoriya, I'm gonna cut straight to the chase." She held up her phone, on it was an image he recognized. The memory of losing his virginity captured on video, paused on a particularly candid instant. The moment he leaned down to give Nejire a kiss, the scar on his right arm had appeared on frame. "Is this you?" The small girl's eyes narrowed in tandem with the inquiry.

Oh shit.

To be continued…..