Chapter 2 - With No One Else to Shine For

Ochaco's hand caressed along Mineta's cock with slow and lustful motions, the half-flaccid cock dripping with cum as the hours of marathon fucking finally came to their glorious end, and she was still so smitten and fixated on her throbbing, desperate love for Mineta that she held onto him and savored just how close and how warm he felt. "You're the man for me, always," she confessed, biting her lip and remaining snug against his body. Snug against him. "I'm glad we have tonight."

Not that they were short on nights together. For six months now, Ochaco spent more time with Mineta than she did with Deku, nights upon nights spend fucking him in his apartment. Ochaco couldn't deny it; she was hooked on his cock, unable to get enough of Mineta and craving what she could get. There was a bare simplicity to what she was doing, to her unfaithful running around behind Deku's back. Mineta was available and hung and always ready to fuck her, and there was simply no way for Ochaco to resist these pleasures, something so perfect and wrong and raw. It didn't have to be any more than that. It was basic, simple, perfect. Worth pursuing this shameless affair half a year down the line.

"Glad you still like this," Mineta said, kissing the tops of Ochaco's breasts as he lay comfortably beside her, welcoming the pleasure of her presence, a warmth and a delight he was able to build up with. "I'm a lucky guy, still able to fuck Deku's hot girlfriend like this. Although lately I've been thinking..."

Ochaco's chest tightened up. She wondered what he was about to say. Was it that he wanted her to break up with Deku? It had to be. She felt like it was some time coming, and she wasn't exactly convinced it was the right thing to do, but in the lustful afterglow she felt like she would have done it in a second if he asked. She just felt that ready to open up.

But Mineta had other things in mind. "Back when we were in school, I liked to fantasize about something pretty silly. Kind of crazy and impossible. But I wanted a harem. I wanted to date every girl in our class all at once and fuck them all with my huge dick. I had the huge dick part already of course. But now that you're here and we've been doing this, I feel good about it. Confident. And I want you to help me make my dream come true."

None of what had been running through Ochaco's head even came close to this, her cheeks turning bright red as she realized what she had fallen into here. But even still, she felt a resolve and a dizziness that held onto her firmly. Enthralled by his cock and by the love he could give her, knowing she wasn't always able to, Ochaco leaned forward, kissing along his neck, hand stroking his flaccid but still massive cock firmly. "If you want other girls in your life, I'm happy to help you get them. I can't always be here with you. But I still want to get fucked whenever I want."

"I'd never forget about you," Mineta said, bringing his hand down with a firm smack across Ochaco's ass. "But who do we go for?'

"Well, you want from the girls in our class, right? That's a short list, so we can start there. Who do you want to fuck from the rest of us 1-A girls?"

"All of you." Mineta had to be honest and blunt about it, making Ochaco shiver and wriggle against him.

Ochaco gave a sweet, delighted giggle. "That's nice, but we need something more than that to start with. And I remember that you were really into Momo back then/ Maybe you should start with her?"

The thought of actually bedding Momo Yaoyorozu should have been a distant impossibility, a pipe dream for him to lie around jerking off to. But with Ochaco hooked on his dick, he felt like he had a good chance, especially if she'd help him out. "Yes, of course! She's perfect. Fuck, you're a genius." He pulled Ochaco into a kiss. "Momo will be the perfect girl to fuck next. And if I can make it with her, I can make it with any woman." Arousal washed over him, a rush of excitement helping to make him burn up brightly, having to take charge. He rolled Ochaco onto her back and rode out his high by fucking his sweet, sinful lady raw, thanking her in advance for the depraved joys in their future.

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Momo needed this. Like most of her classmates, Momo was finding that hero life wasn't a lifestyle without its problems, without the problems and drawbacks leaving her with lots of problems and frustrations she really, really wished she was sure how to address. She was a high profile graduate coming out of U.A. with a lot of eyes on her and enough experience and guidance from others that left her feeling the pressure of expectation like she couldn't handle. There was so much to try and deal with here, and she felt the pressure now.

Dating Shoto was never going to be simple; he had baggage, and she understood that. But she thought if anybody could understand the complications and rigors of pro heroes in relationships, it was him. He'd been through so much, and should have come out better for it, but grown up and not even slightly prepared to face adulthood, he went cold. He wasn't violent or abusive the way his father was, but his icy demeanor and seeming refusal to communicate his issues at all or talk about things. It left them strained, their love life falling by the way side as they avoided one another, leaving their romance so chilly and empty. Momo didn't want to become like her parents and be alone again, but that was what was happening.

So when Ochaco suggested she and her go out just for a girls' night, Momo was overjoyed. She headed happily on toward something relaxing and and calm. It was an escape, a welcome chance to do something different and get away for a night. Have some laughs, have some drinks, catch up with a friend. It was the only hope laid out before Momo, a chance to do something different. Momo even decided to dress up nice for the occasion, wearing her hair down in a long ponytail, a frilly white blouse hugging neatly to her ample chest and her trim waist, a long skirt running a bit tight but not quite to pencil skirt degrees upon her legs. Throwing a blue shawl over her shoulders, some make-up, and a necklace, she felt like she was dressing p for the first time in forever. It had been so long since she went on a data with Shoto and dolled herself up like this, and this was just to meet up with Ochaco, but it was enough of an excuse to want to feel pretty.

Stepping into the bar, it wasn't hard to find Ochaco wearing a shoulder less pink crop top and a long skirt, the outfit that she'd sent Momo a picture of. She didn't need to, but it made finding her simple, and Momo was happy to flag her friend down on her approach, a smile spread across her face as she walked toward her. But the closer she got, the more something else seemed to be lying in wait for her, and Ochaco was utterly unprepared for the sudden surprise and panic of Ochaco turning to face her, only for Mineta to perk out from behind her and wave too. She nearly stopped dead in her tracks, confusion hitting as she looked around in brief panic and surprise, before walking forward.

"Nice to see you," Momo said, placing her purse down onto the table.

"Nice to see you too!" Ochaco said, perky as could be. "Hope you don't mind that i invited someone else. I forgot when I made plans with you that I said I'd be hanging out with Mineta tonight, but he didn't mind coming along for girls' night."

Momo wasn't sure what to make of it, but she took her seat and shrugged it off. "That's fine. I just didn't even know you two were friends."

"It's been very recent. We teamed up a few months ago, caught up, and we've been spending a ton of time together ever since. Deku is always so busy being the number one ranked hero, so it's been nice to have some company." It was simple and easy to brush this all off, to act like everything was normal, and she kept a straight face doing it, which kept Momo feeling like it was all fine. Everything would be okay, and if Ochaco could stomach being around Mineta he must have been a different guy than he was in school, which had her open to the idea of spending the night hanging around with him, since he didn't immediately just go staring into her chest at the first sign of her.

And at first, everything seemed okay. Momo didn't feel uncomfortable, didn't get groped or have comments made about her legs. Toward her, Mineta was a consummate gentleman. But only to Momo. She noticed first the way she laughed so hard at everything he said, even when it wasn't funny; it had all the hall marks of a doe-eyed affection that didn't seem right at all, given that she was still dating Deku. With a drink or two in them, Ochaco was even getting snugly with Mineta, leaning against him and savoring his presence a little too much; it was borderline inappropriate. A third drink, and Mineta was even getting handsy with Ochaco, who giggled and squirmed against his touch in ways no girl with a boyfriend should have been.

But at the same time, Ochaco didn't have anything bad to say about Deku.

Speaking of Shoto, Momo relented, "He's... Distant. I'm really trying to get him to warm up again, it feels like he's not the man he used to be. I still care about him and..." She sighed, looking down at her drink. "No I think maybe, it... I still want to care about him. You know? It's just hard to feel like there's a reason. I want to make it work, because he's still great and I don't love any other man like I love Shoto, but he's making it really hard to love him. I don't know if he's pulling away afraid he'd hurt me or if he just doesn't want to..." She sighed, throwing back the rest of her drink. "I shouldn't go there. How is Deku?"

"He's doing really well. It's hard being the girlfriend for the number one hero, because he is out there doing everything he can to help people. It's constant, but he has his quirk under control and he's not pushing it so hard it strains his body constantly. I'm proud of him, he just could be around more often." Ochaco's complaints felt tame by comparison. She did seem a bit lonely in the process, sure, but she had far better justification for it, and she didn't seem at all bitter about what she was doing. Frank, sure, but she had a friend in Mineta and there was something nice about seeing that, something that clearly helped her keep her wits about her and not get too

Momo was about to say something about how nice it was she was at least doing things with friends and how maybe Momo should get out more and try to let things heal on their own time, when Mineta hopped up from his chair. "Gonna go piss. Don't forget about me." He grabbed Ochaco's tit and gave the most blatant squeeze before heading off, and Momo was left stunned again, losing her words. She saw everything from a different angle now, and that scared Momo.

Ochaco was taking her loneliness well because she was fucking Mineta on the side.

She was mortified by the idea, but she did her best to keep her quiet to herself as she sat there. Momo was a smart girl, and that smartness cost her peace now as she fidgeted in wild discomfort, having no idea how to follow this up and writhing under the uncertain worry and pressure of knowing not how to talk about fucking any of this. But there Ochaco, sipping at her drink a moment longer before very abruptly saying, "I'll be back," as she rose up, gesturing to the bathroom with an embarrassed blush.

Being left alone to stew with her thoughts was not something that Momo needed right now. She was completely unprepared for the silence that ensued and the still worry of being left to just wait. Wait for them to come back, wait for some indication she was ready for this. It didn't feel very good at all, and Ochaco was acting weird. They both were, and Momo was left feeling like a third wheel spinning in place nervously while the scandalous weirdness of this treatment wore her down. She didn't know what to make of it all, and as she sat there waiting for someone to come back, she didn't feel certain of what she'd say when they returned, how to continue the conversation in light of everything going on here, which left her confused and dizzy, struggling for some grounding that she just wasn't getting. Everything was amiss in some pretty over the top ways, and Momo was the one left to sort it out.

And left for too long. Sitting in wait at the table, Momo felt the time continue ticking away, leaving her wondering what was going on and if everyone was okay. Slowly it became more and more worrisome, her eyes on the door to the ladies' room as she watched women walk into it and then come out in the time that Ochaco remained gone. Mineta too.

Oh no.

Oh, they were fucking right now.

Momo's chest tightened up in realization. They weren't just having an affair, that whole bathroom trip was a way to get away and bang. It was utterly panic inducing, and Momo's worries were becoming too real. And yet, she didn't sit still and wait. She couldn't. Everything flaring up inside of Momo demanded of her that she go check this out, go confirm her worries; if she was wrong and something was genuinely amiss, leaving her friend in danger was unconscionable. That was the justification that Momo made, and she made it hard, rising up and heading toward the women's bathroom to find out.

Stepping into danger and knowing full well she shouldn't have, Momo slipped in, and immediately, she could hear moans. Ochaco's familiar voice rumbled around delight and hunger so plainly and so openly that it made Momo's cheeks burn. This was happening. All of it. Momo was right; Ochaco and Mineta were fucking, and they were fucking now within earshot.

One of the stalls was the obvious culprit given the knocking against the walls that followed from it. "Harder. Fuck me harder, Mineta, you fucking stud!" Ochaco gasped, the pleasure driving her wild. Momo shouldn't have drawn closer, but as Ochaco gasped, "Your massive cock is the best thing in the world!" a bizarre and morbid curiosity washed over the heroine.

She untucked her shirt from her skirt, and winced, forming a mirror with her quirk and drawing it slowly from her belly. She shouldn't have been looking. It was wrong to. But squatted down before the stall and used the mirror to peek in, she was greeted with the sight of Mineta sitting on the toilet with Ochaco bouncing greedily atop his cock. 'Massive' was indeed the only way to put it; Momo let out a worried gasp as she realized just how big he was. Every upward pull of Ochaco's body let Momo get a feel for the size of the truly huge cock that she was taking, and Momo knew she hadn't seen the full extent of it.

Momo kept watching. She shouldn't have. She didn't know hwy she did, but she couldn't help herself. She was helpless now, watching this play out in her confused and tipsy helplessness, although this was sobering her up rapidly. She just watched, enthralled, at the way Ochaco kept riding. At least, until she caught Mineta's eyes. The mirror's gleam caught his attention and he looked toward it, giving a big wink to 'whoever' was watching, and Momo drew back in terror, fumbling away and rushing out of the women's bathroom, dropping the mirror into the garbage as she did so. Momo sat back down at the table, ordered a stiff drink, and waited out the return of Ochaco and her side boy, trying to act like she saw nothing.

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Why had Momo agreed to crash at Mineta's place? She didn't understand it at all; Ochaco had talked her so easily into just coming around the corner to where he lived to sleep on the couch, and Momo, like a fool, did so. It was pretty late, and she was hardly defenseless, but it was still nice to settle in. But now, as she lay on the couch, all she could hear was the sounds of raw, ball slapping sex through the the thin walls of Mineta's apartment. There was so little between them that there may as well have been nothing at all, especially with how loud Ochaco was being.

"More, fuck me harder! I didn't get enough in the bar, I need so much more!" she screamed, and Momo was left lying wide-eyed on the couch wishing desperately for sense. Should she leave? She felt like she was better off leaving. Dipping away in the middle of the night, getting a taxi, and going home. It was better than lying on the couch adamantly not falling asleep while listening to the raw sex going on beyond the wall.

But what bothered Momo was how a part of her didn't want to leave. Lying in her bra and panties under the blanket, Momo could feel the hot, bubbling need between her legs, an itch begging to be scratched. She kept her hands over the top of the blanket to try and avoid giving in, but it had been so fucking long. Mineta's was the first penis she had seen in so long, and Ochaco's loud, sexual joy was driving her wild. Momo could not have been more pent up than she was now, and she was completely incapable of dealing with the tension that wore her down, wishing so badly for some sort of break and sense. For a decency she would not find here.

The idea of Mineta naked and thrusting would once have infuriated Momo. But he was decent now. Better. Hadn't done or said anything untoward all night, playing downright gentlemanly to her. Not to Ochaco, sure, but clearly Ochaco wanted it that way, further muddying the issue and leaving Momo more frustrated, as she continued listening to these senseless pleasures and falling ever lower into this heat. Into a daze and a need so dizzily demanding everything of her. It was too much, and the weakness tearing her down left Momo struggling.

Falling too deep into her own thoughts, Momo didn't even realize the sounds had ended until the words, "Really? That didn't do it for you?" shook her from her worry. Momo jolted upright, gasping as she looked at Mineta standing there in his boxers, cock straining against the front of the material. It made her just a little bit wetter to see that bulge and receive such confirmation. "Or maybe it did and you're being stubborn. Is that pussy fucking drenched right from the sound of Ochaco enjoying herself? I wouldn't blame you. She had a lot of fun, any girl would want that too."

"You really--" Momo shook her head. "You went all night without being creepy. And you just couldn't do it. I don't want to have sex with you, Mineta. I thought you grew up."

"Oh, I did grow up." Mineta's smirk widened as he undid the button on his boxers, and the massive cock forced its way out, unfurling and standing massive, rigid, waiting. It made Momo suck down a tight breath and visibly halt, her eyes on the shaft again. It was bigger than it looked when it was in Ochaco. Just as thick, sure, but the length... It was paralyzing. Momo couldn't move, staying there and letting Mineta advance upon him. "You kept staring when Ochaco and I were fucking in the bathroom. You must have been walking around with me on your mind the rest of the night. Come on, have a taste. If i"m telling the truth, Ochaco got worn out, but I haven't even cummed yet." He stopped only when the tip of his cock rested just at her lips.

Nervously taking in a breath heavy with the scent of cum, Momo's head swam in delirious worry, in the throes of something that had her unable to fight this. Her lips trembled, and when finally she spoke, it was only to say, "If I... Blowjobs don't count as sex. Ri-right?" She didn't actually wait for an answer. Shoving forward in an expression of molten panic and haste, Momo pushed her mouth forward and wrapped her lips around Mineta's cock, unable to believe she was doing this and craving the bizarre attention she gave, the frustration and desire of a situation completely senseless and panic inducing.

But she needed this. Further forward Momo pushed, moaning around the cock as she took him in deeper, as she sated the curious heat and hunger of what was taking her, wanting so badly to give in to the pressures and the weary, winding delights she was completely unable to fight. She needed this now, and nothing was going to hold her back as she worked her way slowly further down the cock. Her reckless and needy acceptance was only getting weirder and hotter as she let it, as she pursued this pleasure with hungry back and forth indulgences, feeling the pressure build and a sense of panic taking her slowly, leaving her struggling more and more under the dizziness that ensued. She wished she knew how to stop, but she couldn't hold back these feelings, couldn't prevent herself from sinking ever lower into the weirdness demanded of her.

"That's it, Momo, suck that cock down deep. It must be so nice having a dick to suck on again. I bet Todoroki's dick isn't even half this size." This was it. The holy grail of Minoru Mineta's perversions. Momo was sucking on his dick and the look of meek, helpless lust in her eyes was the most satisfying thing. He had her right where he wanted her now, had her giving in to him and accepting temptation as a reality, as the only thing she felt. It wasn't going to go any other way, her body lost to this steady crawl into desperation, a lust and a heat that could only get messier as she succumbed to these appetites more and more, as she learned how badly she needed this and how good it felt to accept such pleasures into her.

The words struck deep. Momo pulled back, trembling, letting out a needy confession she didn't have to share. 'Shoto and I haven't had sex in so long. And no, his penis isn't... Anything like this." She looked up at him with needy, trembling eyes, lips parting against as she laid kisses and licks upon the head, slowing things down seeming like she was about to get sultry and loving with this, but it didn't last. In seconds, Momo was shoving her way down his dick with a greed and a haste she knew was absolutely over the line, slobbering loudly on the thick shaft and letting him feel the back of her throat. Momo couldn't help herself, couldn't contain the wild needs now taking firm root inside of her, and the idea of restraint or sense felt like a distant worry now, something she didn't need to care about. Not as she pursued such needy motions, recklessly chasing the pleasures deeper.

With truly unrepentant glee, Momo embraced something she didn't even necessarily desire, but which became an utter fixation for her. This was a dream only for Mineta, something that had hung for years over her and not really done more than bother her, but now there she was, sucking on his dick. His massive, hefty, aching dick, and everything she did was giving up to his needs, to demands beyond her capabilities, and she was weak. There was nothing here to be proud of, and Momo knew it, but she craved his cock now so much that she felt like she simply had to give in deeper, had to accept these depravities and accept upon herself something so insane she could barely grasp how it could feel so good.

A hand disappeared down between Momo's legs, pushing the blankets off of her stacked body and reaching into her panties to begin tending to her needier, hungrier desires. She was shameless now, her pursuit driven by an utter lack of greed or worry, stubbornly expressing something too deeply lustful to feel like it was her anymore. Momo had never been this entranced by a dick, never felt fixated by lust before, and the idea of giving in like this felt so bizarre to her, leaving her with questions and frustrations she felt no way to deal with, leaning into this madness and accepting upon herself something dizzy.

"This is hottest fucking thing. You look so good sucking on a monster dick, Momo. I knew you would." His hands grasped the back of her head, finger running through her hair as he urged her on. Didn't force her, didn't go throatfucking her, but definitely tried to nudge and urge her on into more, unable to hold back these cravings and his wanton desires. There was a lot being asked of him in this, and he felt unashamed of giving up to all of it, pursuing these pleasures down weirder and deeper as they held onto him. There was no reason to get hasty when Momo doing all the hard work and worshiping his cock was so much of the fantasy.

And that was a part Momo played with gusto. She didn't mean to, but as she pushed her way down his dick and let him slip into her throat, the struggles she expressed were direct and they were without shame. Every motion of her head rocking back and forth expressed a very direct and very frustrated degree of desire, leaving nothing sensible or decent. The storming pleasures kept up their mad, reckless pace, and Momo was left simply sinking into this all, bucking, moaning, succumbing. she didn't know how to hold back these reckless feelings now, and she lost herself in a hazy fit of cock lust and desperation that stood as the greatest sign she was in far too deep now. But still she kept going. She had to. She strived to.

The dripping of drool from the corners of Momo's lips and down her chin was such a scandalous thing. Slobbering and choking on a cock the way she did was so unlike her, but she felt rejuvenated and inspired by this, pushing on harder, faster, giving in to the wild desperations and a sense of utter surrender that only got stronger as she let it. Every motion of her head was a show of that same desire, of a growing, tempestuous swell of pleasure that promised to take her to incredible places.

When Mineta came, he had a surprise for her. "Fuck, yes, take it all. Swallow it!" he yelled, gripping her head and tugging it back enough for his cock to be out of her throat, but not much more than that. He just wanted to make damn sure that as he came, he did so into her mouth. The eruption of his hot, salty spunk was a lot, flooding into Momo's mouth without warning and leaving her panicked by the heat and dizziness that followed, but she felt duty bound to do as he asked, and began to swallow every drop of that incredibly thick and potent cum. She struggled a bit, bringing her hand down to her chin to help keep it in place and hold her mouth shut as she kept guzzling it straight from the tap, confused and dismayed by just how much cum there truly was.

When she was finally done, Momo fell back and stared down at her stomach. Usually, she had a trim, flat tummy thanks to the shape she kept in and her quirk's calorie burning properties. But thanks to all the cum she had ingested, a pronounced bulge showed off just how full her stomach was of all that hot, sloshing jizz. It was insane, and she looked back up toward Mineta full of questions.

"I stopped cranking it once Ochaco and I got serious. I never knew it until now, but apparently I go a few days without cumming, my balls go into overdrive. I get super backed up and I cum like a fire hose for the next few days." Mineta was proud of this, bragging about his huge loads as he waved his dick back in her face. 'Now, sucking my dick might not have been sex but--"

"Please fuck me," Momo whined, grabbing her panties and shuffling about, forcing them down her legs. "I can't take it anymore. Please, Mineta, fuck me with your huge cock. I haven't felt a man's touch in forever. I can't take Shoto anymore. He's so distant and I'm tired of being lonely. Fuck me right now .Wreck me. Fill me up and pound me until I can't think straight. I'm done!"

It was music to Mineta's ears, and he was quick to draw back, going for the stacked rich girl lying on his couch. He grabbed hold of his massive prick as she wriggled out of her underwear, and once her legs were apart again he drove violently forward, claiming her with a merciless stroke that made Momo howl in surprise, the pleasure and the wild fervor of being filled taking her to the limit. She screamed out his name as he filled her, and Mineta responded by tearing her bra right open rather than getting it off of her. He freed her ample chest and buried his face right into it, getting his lips around one of her round, puffy nipples as he started to hammer greedily into her.

Momo had passed the point of no return, and she was completely unafraid of throwing herself into this now. Back and forth she heaved, bucking greedily along while she worked at this pleasure, while she satisfied the deepest and most dizzy cravings within her. She would not be held back, bucking her hips upward and meeting the hard slams forward of a cock stuffing her. Claiming her. "This is the fullest I've ever felt!" she screamed, struggling under this desperation, pleasure wearing down her needs and the chaotic swell of something that really left her lost, struggling to deal with a lot of things that didn't really have any chance to be controlled.

But why would she want to? This wasn't just the fullest that Momo felt. The most satisfied, too. This was all that she had been without, and Momo felt incapable of dealing with this weird and throbbing need, desperation leaving her more and more unable to handle how badly she craved these wild wants. To let this happen and to give in like she did was the most infuriatingly satisfying of delights. To be here and to let Mineta fuck her was all she wanted or needed now, a surrender to the pleasures that she felt like nothing could help.

With his face stuffed into Momo's generous chest, Mineta was shameless about fucking her, claiming the tight hole with wild, mad thrusts. He could tell that Momo hadn't been fucked by a cock like this before, and the feverish joys were so potent and so wild that she didn't know how to control these feelings at all. As she gave up to him so completely, everything was coming into perfect focus for Mineta, whose greedy use of her body pushed those limits, made her shudder and throb under his attention.

"Fuck me harder," Momo moaned, gripping him tightly "I love the feeling of those huge balls slapping against me while you pound into me. Fill me up, pump me full of your cum again, I'd love for you to drain those fat nuts in my cunt!" She'd never spoken like this during sex. This frenzy and lust was bringing out something special in Momo, making her peek into the idea of succumbing to vulgarity and heat all the more with each pass. She couldn't resist it, giving up like she did and learning that pleasure awaited her too strongly to control. It felt spectacular, getting faster and messier as she heaved back and forth, giving in to all of it with little sense of how she could possibly want to stop.

Mineta was so proud of the words he was coaxing from Momo's mouth, so proud of how much power he held in his hands, and that power was to be abused. Faster he hammered, drilling into her, sucking on her tits and using Momo's body as his plaything as much as he could, these hard and wild thrusts getting faster and needier as he expressed his wildest wants without a care. Rushing through this pleasure and craving the reckless thrill of so completely depraving Momo. He uncovered words within her that were giving him all the pleasure he needed, and he saw no reason to do anything but greedily pound on faster, hammering onward and using her thoroughly, claiming the greedy snatch begging for his cock and showing off what he was capable of doing to Momo, how much he could absolutely ravage her given the chance.

Staring to buck against him and crave every inch of the cock looking ridiculous on the short hero, there felt like no way for Momo to hold back, giving up to these cravings faster, messier, indulging in so much pleasure and heat at once that she could barely deal with all of it. She wasn't even getting high on the thrill of cheating on Shoto; he was simply irrelevant to this, and Momo was unstoppably winding up, left gasping and howling as the pleasure became such a hot, throbbing mess of sensations she didn't care about holding back now. She just needed it.

"Cum in me, cum in me, fill me up, fuck. Just take me, make me yours!" Momo shrieked, her arms wrapping around Mineta, pulling him in against her breasts as she gave up to this joy, her pussy squeezing down around Mineta's thick cock with a needy expression of all the frantic pleasures she felt so incapable of dealing with. Raw pleasure tore so incredibly through her, and she couldn't be restrained by any morality or decency now. They were burdens, and burdens she was happy to cast aside as she hit her peak, cumming hard and without any thought, carelessly indulging in the joy and leaving everything else behind.

Unable to resist the clenching joy of the snug hole pleading around him, Mineta drove himself to the hilt inside of Momo and pumped her full of hot, thick cum. She screamed out in bliss, thrashing and shuddering as he shot wave after wave of cum into her, pumping her directly into her womb with his rich seed and leaving her to feel the most indecent joy. He came so much. It was to be expected, but still so rawly indulgent and exciting. Her belly swelled out again from the indecent load he filled her with, and Momo heaved in the drunken joy of being filled like this, and yet she felt so unable to deny how much she craved more of this pleasure.

Mineta didn't stop. He pulled out of Momo, her pussy immediately starting to ooze with the heavy volume of thick seed leaking out of her. She panted and trembled in the throes of this weirdness, but Mineta wasn't done with her yet. Drawing harshly back, he rolled her onto all fours and rammed his cock into her again from behind, giving a smack to her supple ass and getting right back to work. "If you want to be my girl, you'll have to keep up. And you want to be my girl, don't you?"

"I do, I do!" Momo shrieked. "I want to be yours, I want to get fucked senseless by your fat cock all the time .Forget Shoto, I don't care about him anymore. I need a man who will take care of my needs, and I've found him! I'm sorry it took me so long, I should have been your cockpet back when we were in school, I've been missing out so much." Momo was well aware of how could have been enjoying this for years now, but she was happy to have it now, and she would make up for lost time with something ecstatic, with a pleasure and a desire coming on very quickly. There was no reason to hold back or contain what she did, expressing so many wants at once, and she refused to compromise.

Getting fucked doggy style on the couch, Momo could now feel Mineta's hefty, swollen balls smacking against her clit, her legs spread out wide to accommodate his girthy cock and leaving a clear path forward for them to swing. There was so much about this treatment that Momo wished she understood, but the dizzy struggles proved more wicked and more hopeless with each spiraling second of this treatment, a mess she had to throw herself into as best she could, wishing for some semblance of focus and understanding, but she didn't have any. She was in deep, giving up to things so strange and so wicked that she didn't understand how to contain these hungers. She felt depraved. Filthy. Sinful. Leaving her man behind was not a decision that should have been taken lightly, but light was exactly what Momo felt as the big cock wrecked her.

Ruinous joy pushed moans from her lips faster, messier, expressing a joy that felt more tempestuous and wild as she let it all go. There was no way for Momo to hold back how much she felt, the excess of emotion and indulgence leaving her dizzy, leaving her wanting so much and unable to hold back this joy. She gave up to it all, screaming, heaving, dizzily embracing sensations she felt lost against, letting them tear her asunder and expose her as something completely incapable of restraint. She felt happy to be here, felt so gleefully ruined and claimed and ravaged, with nothing to hold her back now from this glee.

"I want you to fuck me so hard I forget Shoto's name," Momo whined. "I want you to just have me. No more loneliness. I only want to be fingering myself if I'm down on my knees sucking your cock." Her compassionate and wildly over the top confessions kept driving Mineta forward, and he was relentless, keeping up a pace getting messier, feverish, making for the most fierce pleasure he had inside of him. There was no containing these feelings, no way to hold back the reckless expression of this joy, of something molten and wild and getting faster by the second. He couldn't hold back, the percussive thrill of his balls smacking against Momo driving him on almost as much as her moans of his name. This was a victory lap. That was the only way to see it. He just had to keep fucking, hammering into her, claiming her, refusing to leave anything on the table.

The throbbing, hazy ecstasy continued to wear Momo down, not that she had much resolve left in her. Her body was in frantic motion, heaving faster on back and forth with nothing to save herself form this joy. Senseless pleasures, desires, needs getting faster on each reckless pass, proving too strong for anything to help now. Another orgasm awaited Momo, this one louder, hotter, less sensible and discernible in the reckless moans and noises that spilled from her lips. Momo was helpless, high on the pleasure too fierce to possibly deal with, and as Mineta pumped her full of cum and made that bulge swell out just a bit more, she felt like she was going to black out.

Giving her butt some firm smacks just to make sure there was no question about who was in charge here, Mineta hung over her a moment and let the moment build. "Want to know a secret though?" he asked, pulling out of her again, even more cum spilling from her well fucked twat. He aimed his cock further up, pointing it toward the tight hole between her soft cheeks, ready to completely ruin her. "Mm... I've been holding back these last few loads."

Momo didn't have a chance to say anything or react before his cock rammed its way up her ass. With a reckless, senseless shriek, Momo felt the cock claim her, felt the hard shove forward and the utter claiming of her back hole, tight no more as the fat cock stretched and claimed her. Momo let out mad shrieks of panic, sensation washing hard over her as she felt this take hold, and she wasn't ready at all for what followed, the dizzy, shuddering mess of heat and lust wearing her down as Mineta began to ravage her ass as hard and as raw as he could.

This time his balls slapped against Momo's pussy, the only attention they were receiving at all, but the savage claiming of her ass left her panting and ragged in the dizzy swell of something powerful enough to wear down her thoughts and any shred of decency left inside of her. She wanted this. All of this. It felt too good, too right, and the embrace of this joy was something she was ready for, embracing the pleasures as something so wicked and so mad that she couldn't for the life of her deal with what she was giving in to.

"You can have my ass all you want," Momo whined, shuddering and heaving under this pressure, her swollen, cum-filled belly swaying a little bit as she shoved back against the savage thrusts. How she was giving in to all of this was beyond her, but Momo felt happy now to let this take her, to learn and explore and give so completely in, unable to hold back these feelings of such raw and messy sensation, pleasures that couldn't be contained. She felt so overjoyed to give in like this, worn down by pleasure and no longer minding if her ass getting absolutely ravaged was a problem; Momo was happy here. It could only be a problem if she let it, and she was ready to staunchly refuse all of that worry now.

Fucking her like he owned her and ready to prove that he did, Mineta made sure every thrust into her pussy went balls deep into her snug ass, hammering greedily into her and stuffing her full. "You love having your guts pounded by the class pervert?" he asked, greedily hammering away, living his dream out and happy to make this finally happen. It was everything he hoped it would be and perhaps more, driving him harder forward, keeping him up top and in control, recklessly seeking all the pleasure he could get and not caring about what followed. The fantasy had come true, his harem plans had taken hold. First Ochaco, now Momo; there was a beautiful future waiting for Mineta and all he had to do was take it, greedily pounding Momo faster and rougher as her ass learned the thrills of getting absolutely wrecked by his cock.

Another heaving rush of molten joy rushed through Momo, imposing the fierce and reckless joy upon her that she just had to give up to. Another senseless, heaving, shuddering orgasm tore her asunder. Pleasures too fierce to believe left her throbbing with a joy beyond words, crashing into molten delight and a feeling of pure chaos, something so wild and so messy that she didn't have any hope of making a coherent statement anymore. As she hit her first ever anal-only orgasm and burned brightly up, Momo burned up in utter submission, learning how good she had it here and making some big decisions all in quick succession about what she wanted.

But before she had the chance to do much with that, Momo was in for something else. Something far more wicked than what she had been prepared for. Mineta didn't hold back with this orgasm, his dick plunging forward into her snug hole and filling her up with some very immediate and wild rushes of cum. Momo wasn't prepared for Mineta's blast of cum, as he emptied his nuts and really put himself into it. He came so much that it gushed through her insides and out the other end, Momo confused and struggling to make sense of the feeling churning through her until she was spitting up cum from the other eyes, eyes going cross as the overload of messy, bizarre sensation sent her spiraling into confusion, nearly blacking out form the pressure that ensued. She lay face-down on the couch belching and spewing cum out of her mouth that she really didn't want to have traced back for her, learning the true extent of what a pent up Mineta could do and leaving Momo certain of how she never wanted him to have to go this long without again.

She'd made sure of it.

When she made to and came back to reality again, Ochaco was sitting in front of her, grabbing her hair and pulling her under a flurry of kisses. "You're here now," she moaned, caressing Momo's cheek. "Welcome to the club."

"He's incredible," Momo whined, drunk on the cock still buried up her ass.

"I know he is. I promised to help him charm you in too, and it seems like you really enjoyed him. I think he enjoys you too, and I know I will." More kisses for Momo, and Momo was happy to sink into all of them before getting hauled off to bed.

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On Momo's eighteenth birthday, her parents had bought her a house. The Yaoyorozu family had lots of money, and they were all too happy to gift their daughter with a place she could spend the rest of her life. A gorgeous estate that was hardly a mansion, but which she could have comfortably lived in and raised a family in with no worries. It was legally down in her name, and so when Momo showed up to tell Shoto it was over, he was the one who had to gather up his things and leave.

Shoto wasn't packed up and out the door before Mineta was bringing his belongings in, and soon, this was Mineta and Momo's home instead. Ochaco visited as often as she could, and the threesomes were wild, all night affairs driving forward a sense of complete joy for everyone involved, and even when she wasn't there around her life with Deku, Momo kept him well satisfied, kept Mineta's cock sucked and fucked and loved as much as she could, his body capable of supplying her with endless cum to sate her new appetites, but there was still more her to make sense of as she explored all the possibilities available to her.

But every few times he came down his girlfriend's throat, all Mineta could think about was which U.A. graduate he wanted to go balls deep into next. The monster had been unleashed, and he wasn't about to stop until he had his run of all he desires.