A Momo Yaoyorozu didn't take much time to decide which man from the UA she wanted to be hers. To be fair, there were several attractive options, but Shoto Todoroki had always stood out above all of them for her. Shoto had entered school by recommendation, just like her, and it wasn't hard to see why. He was exceptional in every sense that Momo respected, and the more she observed him, worked with him, and trained with him, the more her infatuation with him grew. That crush had already reached truly enormous proportions, and she knew he was the man she wanted. She had taken the conscious decision not to get romantically or physically involved with any other man, because she wanted to reserve herself for him. Once she gathered the courage to confess her feelings and ask him out, she wanted to be able to tell him that she had always been his alone. She hadn't doubted taking that decision, and in her heart, she knew it was the right one. But this had its drawbacks, and one of the biggest occurred every time she and the other girls got together at Heights Alliance and exchanged stories about their romantic lives and sexual experiences. Momo didn't have anything to share, naturally, and listening to all her friends describe their sexual lives with their boyfriends or occasional partners made her doubt herself. She didn't want to feel like she was missing out on something. But she still hadn't been able to muster the necessary confidence to invite Shoto out. That was too important for her to try until she was sure she was ready. The senses in what Momo respected, and the more she observed him, worked alongside him and trained with him, her enamoration for him grew. That crush had already reached truly enormous proportions and she knew he was the man she wanted. She had taken the conscious decision not to get romantically or physically involved with any other man, because she wanted to reserve herself for him. Once she gathered the courage to confess her feelings and ask him out, she wanted to be able to tell him she had always been only his. She hadn't doubted taking that decision and in her heart knew it was the right one. But this had its drawbacks, and one of the biggest occurred every time she and the other girls got together at Heights Alliance and exchanged stories about their romantic lives and sexual experiences. Momo had nothing to share, naturally, and listening to all her friends describe their sexual lives with their boyfriends or occasional partners made her doubt herself. She didn't want to feel like she was missing out on something. But still hadn't been able to gather the necessary confidence to invite Shoto out. That was too important for her to try until she was sure she was prepared for it. The possibility of ruining everything and permanently damaging any opportunity with the young man she so desired was too terrifying to risk. However, she still didn't want to have relations with any other man. Even if she hadn't confessed her feelings to Shoto yet, she still felt that doing something with anyone else would be a betrayal in some way. It would be a betrayal of her feelings and desires, at the very least. But recently, she had found a solution. She had found a way to overcome her doubts and fears of being left out when her friends told their stories while... It was reserved for Shoto. The first time had been an accident. She had gone to the boys' locker room after training because Shoto had asked her for help in perfecting a battle technique they had recently been working on, and she had been so anxious that she didn't want to wait until they returned to their dormitories. But she stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the boys engaging in an explicit conversation. Specifically, they were talking about how sexy her body was and all the naughty things they wanted to do with her. It had been such a huge shock for her system that she had to cover her mouth with her hand to make sure she didn't let out an audible gasp. It didn't surprise her that they would find her body desirable, of course. Without being excessively arrogant, Momo knew she was a very attractive woman with a body that more than one of her classmates had spoken about with envy. On some level, she knew there must be more than one man in her class who had sexual fantasies about her. But knowing that others had fantasies about her was one thing. Being standing just outside the locker room door and listening to them talk about those fantasies out loud, with vivid and explicit details, was something completely different. Their imaginations were wild, and during that first accidental trip to the boys' locker room, Momo learned that her imagination could also become quite wild. While she was there, frozen in shock, unable to move, she found herself being drawn into their fantasies. It became so intense listening to them and imagining they were actually doing those things that Momo felt almost as if she had really done them. That first visit had been an accident, but every subsequent visit to the boys' locker room had been the opposite. It hadn't taken her long to conclude that the locker room was a privileged place for to have those kind of explicit conversations. If there was a place where they talked about these things with such regularity, it was a place she didn't have easy access to. It wasn't the topic of their lustful conversations every time, but it was true that they talked about her more than any other girl in her class or any woman in general, actually. Momo proudly perverse about that and embraced that perverted pride each time they talked about her while listening to them secretly. Her imagination ran wild depending on who she was listening to secretly, what they were saying and how imaginative it was. The boys talking about what they would like to do with Momo's body ranged from several of the boys in her class to students she didn't even know, and she loved all that. Listening secretly outside the locker room and touching herself while listening to their fantasies had become one of her favorite things to do. She didn't feel guilty about it either. As far as she was concerned, she had the right to listen to those fantasies, whether they were meant for her ears or not. They were about her, after all. And she felt like most of the boys talking about her would only find it exciting if they ever knew that she was listening and even playing with herself while sharing their fantasies. It seemed like today Sero, Bakugo, Kirishima, and Kaminari were in the locker room, and that seemed a promising group for Momo. She hid just outside the locker room and pulled her red leotard to one side, sure they would give her many reasons to get excited soon enough. I'd like to use my power on her, Sero said. I'd blindfold her sexy body and then I could do whatever I wanted with her, for as long as I wanted. Momo was immediately transported to the scene that Sero's words had painted in her mind. She closed her eyes and saw herself naked and defenseless thanks to Sero and his tape. I couldn't move my arms or legs, nor protect my body while his hands explored every inch of it. Momo would be defenseless, susceptible to all the touches and caresses he wanted to give her. He'd touch her breasts and pinch her nipples, touch her and finger her pussy with his fingers, and there wouldn't be anything Momo could do about it. But he wouldn't stop at just touching her, of course. That would only be the beginning. Once he'd spent a good amount of time fondling her body like he always wanted to, he'd take off his pants and seize this opportunity to push his cock into her mouth. She'd never given him a blowjob in her life, but that wouldn't matter because she wouldn't need to do it with any skill. Instead, he'd grab her head and fuck her mouth as much as he wanted. He'd push his cock all the way down her throat and, without her being able to use her hands to hold on or push it back in, she'd just have to gag and take it. He could make her swallow his semen if he wanted to, but probably he'd choose something else instead. She'd heard Sero talk about how beautiful her face was before, and how much he wanted to be able to shoot his semen all over the place. This would be his chance. When he was close to coming, he'd pull his cock out of her mouth and make her suck his balls instead. He'd make her suck one, then the other, and finally her mouth would have to stretch more than ever before as he shoved both his balls into her at once. And in the end, he'd make a mess all over her beautiful face, covering it with his semen. She started touching herself with her fingers while thinking about how sticky she'd feel when his semen ran down her cheeks. Maybe some of it would even end up in her mouth after all. Prepared for that. The possibility that he could ruin everything and ruin it permanently for any opportunity that could have had with the young man she so desired was too terrifying to risk it. However, she still didn't want to have relationships with any other man. Even if she hadn't confessed her feelings to Shoto yet, she still felt that doing something with anyone else would be a betrayal in some way. It would be a betrayal of her feelings and desires, at the very least. But recently, she had found a solution. She had found a way to overcome her doubts and fear of being left out when her friends told their stories while reserving herself for Shoto. The first time was an accident. She had gone into the boys' locker room after training because Shoto had asked her for help perfecting a battle technique they had been working on recently, and she was so anxious that she didn't want to wait until they got back to the dormitories. But she stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the boys having an explicit conversation. In particular, they were talking about how sexy her body was and all the naughty things they wanted to do with her. It had been such a big shock to her system that she had to cover her mouth with her hand to make sure she didn't let out an audible gasp. It didn't surprise her that they found her body desirable, of course. Without being excessively arrogant, Momo knew she was a very attractive woman with a body that more than one of her classmates had spoken about with envy. On some level, she knew there must be more than one man in her class who had sexual fantasies about her. But knowing that others had fantasies about her was one thing. Being standing just outside the locker room door and hearing them talk about those fantasies out loud, with vivid and vulgar details, was something completely different. Her imaginations were savage, and during that first accidental trip to the boys' locker room, Momo learned that Her imagination could also become quite wild. While she was there, standing, shocked, frozen and unable to move, she found herself being dragged towards the fantasies. She turned so intense listening to their fantasies and imagining they were really representing them that Momo felt almost as if she had really done those things. That first visit had been an accident, but each subsequent visit to the boys' locker room had been the opposite. It hadn't taken her long to conclude that the locker room was a privileged place for explicit conversations. If there was a place where they talked about these things so regularly, it was a place she didn't have easy access to. It wasn't the topic of their lascivious conversations every time, but it was true that they talked about her more than any other girl in her class or woman in general, really. Momo proudly perverse of this and embraced that perverted pride each time they talked about her while she listened in secret. Her imagination ran wild depending on who she was listening to in secret, what they were saying and how imaginative they were. The boys talking about what they would like to do with Momo's body ranged from several boys in her class to students she didn't even know, and she loved it all. Listening in secret outside the locker room and touching herself while listening to their fantasies had become one of her favorite things to do. She didn't feel guilty about it either. As far as she was concerned, she had a right to listen to those fantasies, whether they were meant for her ears or not. They were about her, after all. And she felt that most of the boys talking about her would only find it exciting if they ever knew she was listening and even playing with herself while sharing their fantasies. It seemed like today they were Sero, Bakugo, Kirishima and Kaminari in the locker room, and that seemed like a promising group for Momo. She hid just outside the locker room and pulled the bottom of her red leotard to one side, confident they would give her many reasons to get excited soon enough. 'I'd love to use my powers on her,' Sero said. 'I'll tie up that sexy body and then I can do whatever I want with her, for as long as I want.' Momo was immediately transported to the scene that Sero's words had painted. She closed her eyes and saw herself naked and defenseless thanks to Sero and his tape. She couldn't move her arms or legs, nor protect her body while his hands explored every inch of it. Momo would be helpless, susceptible to all the touches and caresses he wanted to give her. He'd touch her breasts and pinch her nipples, touch her and finger her pussy with his fingers, and there wouldn't be anything she could do about it. But that wouldn't be all - that would just be the beginning. After a good amount of time fondling her body as he always wanted to, he'd take off his pants and seize this opportunity to push his cock into her mouth. She had never given him a blow job in her life, but that wouldn't matter because she wouldn't need to suck it with any skill. Instead, he'd grab her head and fuck her mouth as much as he wanted. He'd push his cock all the way down her throat and, without her being able to use her hands to hold on or push it back, she'd just have to choke and take it. He could make her swallow his semen if he wanted to, but probably he'd choose something else instead. She had heard Sero talk about how beautiful her face was before, and how much he wanted to be able to spray his semen all over the place. This would be her chance. When he was close to coming, he'd pull out his cock from her Her mouth and I would force her to suck my balls in their place. I'd make her suck one, then the other, and finally her mouth would have to stretch more than ever before as he put his two balls inside her at the same time. And in the end, I'd make a mess all over her beautiful face, covering it with my semen. She started touching herself with her fingers while thinking about how sticky she would feel when my semen ran down her cheeks. Maybe some of it even ended up in her mouth afterwards.
Even that wouldn't be enough for him. His face covered in his semen would excite him again, and as soon as he got hard again, that cock would start caressing her holes, preparing to enter them. Momo, still tied up, couldn't help but let him hit her cock inside her pussy or ass; any hole he wanted was there for him to claim it. —Who needs your trash tape, soy sauce face?— Bakugo growled, interrupting Sero's imagination. He also pulled Momo's imagination off the stage before Sero's cock could enter any of her holes, but she only felt a moment or two of disappointment about that. Her arms and legs were no longer tied up, and she was no longer defenseless in her own mind, yes. But she knew Bakugo hadn't interrupted to cum with dirty talk, like someone like Iida would have done. He was sure he'd replace Sero's fantasies with some of his own, and they'd be as hard and intense as anyone who knew Bakugo would expect. —I'll be on those enormous and bloody tits— Bakugo said. —I should tear off her shirt and screw them. Momo bit her lip while immersing herself directly in Bakugo's fantasy. She could hear the buttons of his shirt resonating as they fell to the floor, and in her mind, her torn shirt hung uselessly from her arms while Bakugo squeezed her tits so hard it almost hurt. Then he'd make her get down on her knees and make her use her hands to keep her tits pressed against him while he inserted his big cock between them and thrust into them. —These Promiscuous tits are made for fuck!— Bakugo yelled in her head as he screwed them—. I bet you love the way everyone looks at your Promiscuous body, don't you, horse booty girl? Then he'd grab that horse booty and pull it, using his body casually while degrading her verbally. Bakugo hadn't gone out with anyone at school, but in one of the dormitory chats, a girl who dabbled in casual sex strongly hinted that Bakugo was as rough and crude in bed as he generally was. Since then, this had remained a vital part of any fantasy where Momo got dragged into it and he was involved. The degradation, lewd comments about how she was a slut and her body was made to be used like that, were constant in Momo's head. She also heard him now. She heard Bakugo say he wore a hero costume so revealing not because he needed his skin exposed to use his power efficiently, but because he wanted all the boys and even some of the girls at school to look and want to fuck her. If he had said those things in real life, Momo might have been offended. But in her fantasy, she adopted that attitude. Imagining him mocking her while fucking her tits just made her fingers move faster against her pussy, and the mockery continued until he came all over her face and chest. Her tits would be covered in his semen, but he wouldn't care about that. He'd make her take his cock in her mouth and suck it clean, and he'd talk about how she was a slut while doing so. —Momo's tits are great, I'd definitely play with them —said Kirishima, bringing her back to the present and removing the fictional Bakugo's cock from her mouth—. But I'd make sure to fuck her before doing anything else. If I'm going to play with her body, I want to do it while fucking her. With a girl as sexy as her, you have to make the most of every second you have. The fuck was so strong that she could, for as long as she wanted. She'd never give her a second to rest, because as soon as she came, she'd put her in a new position and keep fucking her. Before her fingers— They would do something more than just slow down a bit while imagining cleaning Bakugo's cock with her mouth, Kirishima was there to give her a fresh image to get lost in. He had seen Kirishima's focus during training and battle, so it wasn't a big surprise when he said he wanted to go straight to fucking her if he had the chance. She didn't have any problems imagining how sex with Kirishima would be. She wouldn't provoke or degrade him like Bakugo would, but being fucked by him would be just as hard in its own way. She'd have him naked underneath her at the first opportunity and fuck him roughly enough to make her breasts bounce and force her to scream with each thrust. And those thrusts would keep happening, so the screams and bouncing of her tits would never get a chance to decrease. He'd push his cock inside her quickly and fuck her roughly as hard as his strong body could do it. Being who he was, that would be incredibly difficult. And just like he said, he'd spend a lot of time playing with her body once he had his cock inside her. Even while hitting and making her scream, he'd abuse her body with his hands. He'd spend a lot of time playing with her breasts, and when he moved her over his hands and knees, he'd switch to pulling his hand back and slapping her ass hard enough to leave bright red marks on her otherwise intact skin. Even she would strangle him slightly. From her spot outside the locker room, Momo slid a finger into her pussy and started touching herself with her fingers properly while the combination of intense and pleasurable sex and the sensation of dizziness and disorientation from his hands in her throat filled her body. All sensations could have been just in her head, but to Momo they seemed very real. She felt very real when he growled and came while keeping his cock deeply buried inside her also. She shook her hips over her fingers and used her other hand to start playing with her breasts, almost moaning while her vivid imagination tried to give a physical sensation to the idea of a hard cock filling her pussy with semen. The Kirishima in her head didn't give her time to rest after she finished cumming. Just like the real Kirishima inside the locker room had said he would, her imaginary Kirishima had her body in a new position before she could even think about recovering her breath. She didn't know if Kirishima would really be able to turn her over on her stomach and start hitting her again that fast, but the version of him she saw when she closed her eyes and played with herself certainly was capable of it, and would continue showing off for the rest of the night. Now she was very into her masturbation, furiously introducing two of her fingers into her pussy and squeezing her breast hard. Even though they were big, she could bring them to her mouth and suck on them. She wondered how hard those guys in the locker room would get if they saw her doing this now. A part of her sincerely wished that at least one of them would come out of the locker room and catch her doing it. Honestly, she was glad it didn't happen, especially once Kaminari took control and brought the fantasies to a completely new level. What do you think I'd do if they grabbed my hand, led me into the locker room with them, and caught us all at the same time? he said. Momo moaned around the breast in her mouth when that image hit her. Kyoka liked calling him an idiot, but it seemed like a genius from where Momo was sitting. She imagined Kaminari's fantasy coming to life. Instead of sneaking away to spy on their conversation outside the locker room, they would simply take her into the locker room and surround her with hard cocks all around. They would put her on her knees and position themselves around her. For them to pass it around among the four of us, sucking one cock after another in a big blowbang. Maybe even more than one cock could fit in her mouth at the same time, and she could use her hands on the others so no boy would be left out at any moment.
Maybe they would get tired of that and instead turn to reclaim their mouth for themselves alone, grabbing it by the head and fucking her face. Maybe from then on, they'd squeeze her tits around their cocks and serve themselves a Cuban masturbation as well. One by one, they'd finish, making her swallow their semen, shooting it all over her face or between her breasts, according to their preferences and desires. But even after the four of them came, they wouldn't have finished with her yet. She knew they would keep using her for much longer than that. After coming in her throat and all over her face and breasts, they'd proceed to fuck her in groups. I could feel Bakugo behind her, calling her a slut, pulling on her horse's booty while inclining her and forcing his enormous cock deeply into her ass. He wouldn't care how tight it was or how uncomfortable she felt for him to fuck her virgin asshole so hard, because Bakugo didn't care about anyone but himself. His hands would be as rough as his cock and his words, manhandling her body without caring. Bakugo would use her, and all the time he'd keep telling her that she always knew she'd like it when they stuck it in her ass. In the end, he'd make her believe he was right from the start. And as if Bakugo wasn't enough, Kirishima would fuck any of her holes he wanted as roughly as possible. If Bakugo was taking her ass, Kirishima would take her pussy. While the blonde subjected her to verbal degradation and humiliation without stopping, the redhead would focus solely on dominating her physically. She wouldn't object to whipping her if she had the opportunity or changed positions. Momo could feel her hand raining down blows on her buttocks even now, and in fact gave herself a small slap with one of her hands to enhance the fantasy. The pain combined with pleasure in her mind, and it was an intoxicating mix. There would be much of that. because Kirishima wouldn't let the gangbang calm down even for a few seconds. Kirishima's energy was infinite, and she was sure that with him involved, she would never have a moment of rest during the gangbang. Sero might not be able to keep up with the others in terms of physical strength, but she would be a wonderful complementary piece for them. Knowing how interested he was in seeing her helpless so they could use her, she would definitely do her part. She couldn't tie his hands because she would need them free to handle the four men at the same time. However, that wouldn't stop him from leaving his mark. He didn't need a tape to leave her helpless when he could push his cock into her throat. While Bakugo and Kirishima were giving her double penetration from behind, Sero would be there to take her mouth for himself. She couldn't go anywhere with cocks filling her up at both ends, so even without using her power, Sero could still get what she wanted and leave her helpless. It was Kaminari who had put them all in this gangbang situation in the locker room in the first place. Obviously he would be excited to participate, and even with three holes of hers claimed by the others, he would still get pleasure while waiting for his turn. While Momo was being fucked by both ends in her three holes, she would extend her hand, grab Kaminari's cock, and masturbate it. He deserved attention, and she wouldn't leave him or his cock cold. She would do everything possible to make him cum even before any of her holes were free for him to fuck them, but whether she succeeded or not, she knew he would be ready to enter her as soon as one of her holes was free for him to take it. It was her idea that started it all, and her energy would last throughout the gangbang. While their positions changed in her head, with Bakugo moving towards front and making it play with her cock in her hand, Kirishima leaving her pussy and moving towards her ass, Sero taking his place in her pussy and Kaminari sliding into her mouth, Momo began to think about how she would look to anyone who saw them in the center of this gangbang with four boys. She imagined herself looking promiscuous with a cock in each hole and one in her hand, doing everything possible to satisfy the lust of four powerful, well-endowed, and virile young men at the same time. She knew how it would sound. Despite being demanding, she would love every second. She could hear the moans she would leave while her body was gangbanged. Even with a cock in her mouth, her delight at passing from being a virgin with feelings of doubt and fear to being excluded to a woman extreme and comfortable enough in her sexuality to jump into a gangbang would be audible and obvious to anyone within earshot. Momo would look even more promiscuous as the night went on. After the four filled her holes with semen, made her swallow several mouthfuls, and injected it all over her body, they would all surround her again to clean their cocks. But that wasn't exactly how it was. She saw Bakugo, Kirishima, and Sero, all standing there so she could take their cocks in her mouth one by one and lick and suck them until they were clean. But Kaminari, the energetic Kaminari who had come up with the idea first, wouldn't be ready to stop yet. While she was cleaning up the other three, he would be behind her, caressing her ass with his cock, and then slide inside... was in the locker room. Obviously I hadn't said anything before, and as far as she knew, only the four boys were there. 'This is the locker room, Todoroki', Kirishima said. 'This is the perfect place to talk about this kind of thing'. 'I have no interest in listening to your sexual fantasies', Shoto said. 'I'd like you not to comment on them here, in the middle of the locker room, where I have to hear them as soon as I get out of the shower'. Something about Shoto using the word shower made a new fantasy pop into Momo's head. She started questioning her own intelligence. Maybe she was getting good grades, but she didn't understand why it had never occurred to her. He was the only one she really wanted, so why had she been listening to other boys fantasize about her for their pleasure? He had never participated in any of the explicit conversations, but that wasn't a problem. Her imagination could have done the job for both of them. 'Nobody asked you, half-breed bastard', Bakugo growled. 'It's not our fault you're too prudish to even think about screwing with a woman'. 'I have sexual thoughts like everyone else', Shoto said calmly. 'I just don't talk about my desires in front of the whole world'. 'Oh, yeah?' Kaminari said. 'Tell us, Todoroki. If Momo came into this locker room right now, what would you do to her? What would you do with her body?' Momo was eager to hear that answer. Her imagination would do a perfect job taking its own vivid fantasies and inserting her lover in the middle of them, as obviously it should have been doing all along. But if she had a genuine confession from Shoto about what he'd like to do with her, her personal pleasure moment would be even better. 'Yes, tell us', Sero said, joining the conversation. 'What would you choose first, Todoroki? Would you play with her tits? Would you touch her ass? Would you ask her to suck your cock?' Incline yourself and you'd start screwing her right away? --Ah, I know it! --said Kirishima--. You could use your gift! Some girls like to play with heat and cold, don't they? Who else but you could give them both, one after the other, or even at the same time?
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