Preemptive Action (My Hero Academia) (Patreon)

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Themes: Rough Sex, Fucked Silly, Big Dick

Summary: Set right after the USJ incident. Momo learns that Ochako plans to date Midoriya while whoring herself out to his bully, Bakugou. Disgusted, she decides to preempt this act of ‘villainy’ by having Izuku fuck her so hard he forgets about ‘Hocako Thotaraka’ completely. It doesn’t hurt that she’s into shy nerds with big dicks.

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 “Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

“Damn, you sure are eager, Urahara. Like choking on my big fat dick, do you?”

A moment later, the sound of a cock popping free of a pair of lips can be heard, immediately followed by palms slapping against the meaty girth and sliding up and down its length.

“What I like is money. The money you promised me in exchange for my services. Don’t read into this anymore than that, Bakugou. It’s a transaction, plain and simple.”

“Heh, sure. And what about Deku?”

“… What about him?”

“You know that useless idiot has a crush on you, right? He might one day work up the courage to ask you out on a date, you know…”

Bakugou’s teasing voice is answered by barely audible grinding teeth. One can almost ‘hear’ the glare in Ochaco’s response.

“Then I’ll graciously accept. Don’t conflate this and that, Bakugou. You’re my john, I’m your whore. This is prostitution. I actually LIKE Izuku. If he wanted to date me, then I’d be happy to be his girlfriend.”

“Yeah? Guess I’d better enjoy your fine-ass body until then, huh?”

“… I don’t see why our business relationship would have to stop just because I was dating Izuku. Your money will be just as good then as it is now.”

“… Get back to sucking, I’ve heard enough out of your whore mouth.”

“Have it your way. Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

Hidden out of sight, listening in on this interaction but not able to actually see it, Momo Yaoyorozu wonders if that was a hint of disgust on Izuku’s behalf that that bastard Bakugou had in his voice just then. But no, probably not. And it really didn’t matter. What did matter was that, given everything she’d just heard, MOMO was disgusted on Izuku’s behalf.

A kind young man like Izuku Midoriya didn’t deserve to be wrapped up in Ochaco Urahara’s money making schemes. Momo was fully aware that the brunette came from a low income household, and sure, maybe her own life hadn’t really given her the experiences to be able to relate to Ochaco’s situation.

But frankly, the brunette’s mercenary attitude had always rubbed her the wrong way, and now? Right after the USJ incident and that attack by those villains? Momo wouldn’t put it past Midoriya to finally work up the courage to ask Ochaco out, just as soon as he was healed from his (mostly self-inflicted) injuries. And that would be a damn shame, because as the bitch had just spelt out, she would happily date Izuku, while still whoring herself out to his bully behind the scenes.

… No. No, Momo refused to let it happen. She would have to step in. And, her face growing an atomic red with a flaming blush, the young heiress knew there was only one way she could go about doing so…

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“Uh, Class Rep? Where are we going? What did you need from me?”

“We’re almost there, I-Izuku. C-C’mon…”

Dragging Izuku Midoriya by the hand, Momo rounds the corner and her eyes alight upon the door to the empty classroom she’d scouted out for this… meeting. Hurrying forward, she pulls Izuku inside, licking her lips as she all but pushes him further into the room, closing and locking the door behind her right after.

It’d been close. This was the first day Izuku was back in class, and he’d been throwing Ochaco looks all day long. Looks that even the brunette hadn’t failed to notice. Looks she’d been returning. Well, when lunch finally arrived, Momo hadn’t hesitated. She’d grabbed Izuku and told him she had to talk to him, asap, before he could get to Ochaco and get sucked into that whore’s orbit.

Now, she knew she only had one chance. This was it, do or die.

“Momo, I-!”

Before he can finish whatever it is he’s about to say, Momo yanks open her top, revealing bra-clad tits. Then, she yanks her bra up as well, allowing her breasts to bounce free. As Izuku goes wide-eyed and open-mouthed, Momo strides forward, not done yet. She grabs Izuku’s limp arms by the wrists, yanks them up, and plants his hands right on her tits for him.

To her immense satisfaction, he begins to grope her a second later, though clearly not entirely consciously as he blushes immensely a moment after that upon realizing what he’s doing.

But Momo doesn’t let him pull away. She keeps ahold of his wrists and has him continue molesting her substantial chest.

“L-Like em, Izuku. They’re all yours… if you agree to be my boyfriend.”

There. Plainly and simply and altogether bluntly stated, along with a helluva an incentive, not to toot her own horn. Izuku’s jaw drops even further open, as he looks between her deadly serious expression and her tits a few times.

“I-I didn’t… didn’t think you thought of me this way, um, Class Rep…”

“P-Please, keep calling me Momo… and I’ve always thought you were impressive, Izuku. But after the incident… I knew I had to act fast. You never know what’s going to happen next, right? Life is too short, not to take risks…”

Izuku absently nods along before catching himself, still casually groping away at her titties. Momo knows using words like she just used is a calculated risk. After all, he was about to ask Ochaco out… clearly, those same thoughts had already crossed his mind. But while it was good that they would resonate him, it wasn’t so good that they would make him think of ‘Hochaco Thotaraka’ for even a second longer.

As such, the moment Momo sees indecision start to cross Izuku’s face, she strikes, leaning forward and bringing their bodies together as she kisses him right then and there, hard on the lips. Momo… hasn’t ever really kissed a boy before. She’s never even let a guy SEE her tits, let alone touch them. And yet, it all feels so right with Izuku. Even outside of ‘saving him’ from being cucked by Bakugou and Ochaco, it feels right, having her lips on Izuku’s, the two of them kissing while he fondles her breasts.

Is it manipulative, for her to come on this strong? Maybe… maybe a little. Izuku IS a growing boy, with a young man’s healthy libido, and Momo is well aware of how hot she is. But she can’t let up now. She can’t stop even for a second to let Izuku second guess what’s happening. It’s for his own good. If he chooses Ochaco over her, then it will only end in heartbreak.

Pulling Izuku back, her lips still on his and his hands still latched onto her breasts, Momo maneuvers the two of them until her ass hits the front of the teacher’s desk. Then, she springs up, hopping onto the edge of the desk and spreading her legs wide. As she does so, as she and Izuku continue to make out, she tentatively lets go of his wrists, experimenting to see if he’ll take the chance to pull away or not.

Thankfully, he doesn’t. He keeps fondling her breasts and kissing her, and she keeps kissing him back, even as she uses her newly freed hands to reach down and begin unbuckling his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Now, to be quite clear, Momo was doing this partially for altruistic purposes and partially because she liked Izuku for his personality. She’d never really stopped to think about what his dick might look like, or how big it might be. She might have been disappointed at a small cock, but she would have made it work, surely…

Except, Izuku Midoriya is very much the opposite of small. As she fishes out his still-hardening cock, with the member still only at about half-mast, it’s Momo who breaks off from kissing him first, just to look down past where his hands are groping her tits and stare at the cock in her own hands in awe and wonder.

“S-So big…”

Izuku is packing some serious heat. So serious, in fact, that Momo likes to imagine he puts even Bakugou to shame. Sure, the explosive boy had been bragging about his dick size, but it wasn’t like Momo had actually seen anything. And given Izuku was so damn large and only getting larger, it was easy to imagine he was bigger than his bully by a wide margin.

“S-Sorry… I know it’s kind of… gross.”

Momo blinks, and then looks up to see Izuku actually looking bashful, and even a little withdrawn. Thankfully, he’s still fondling her chest, practically doing it on autopilot at this point, but even still…

“N-No, Izuku… it’s amazing. You have an amazing d-dick. I love it… and I want it inside of me.”

It’s not easy, for Momo to say all of these things. She means every word, but even still, even with how confident she presents herself on a regular basis, it’s not like she’s well-versed in sex or anything like that. She’s just as much of an inexperienced virgin as Izuku is.

But one of them has to take charge and be blunt about what they want, and it has to be her if she’s going to keep Izuku out of the wicked, more experienced hands of that vile villainess whoring herself out to his bully.

So, Momo doesn’t hold back, not even a little bit, and as Izuku gawks at her and her admission that she wants to have sex, she strokes his cock some more, getting him closer to fully hard, and then hikes up her skirt and pulls aside her panties.

“We don’t have all the time in the world. Lunch is going to end eventually, after all. So… please, t-take my virginity, Izuku…”

He blushes at that, as his cock nudges at her entrance, the bulbous head pushing past her slippery wet slit with only minor difficulty.

“… It’s my first time too, Momo…”

They look into each other’s eyes, and give one another hesitant, bashful smiles. In that moment, Momo knows… she’s done it. She’s successfully stolen Izuku right out from under Ochaco’s nose, without any of them ever being any the wiser.

The next moment, Izuku thrusts forward, just as she asked him to, and Momo cries out, her eyes damn near rolling back in her head as he takes her virginity and sinks half of his gargantuan length into her in one go. She was pretty fucking wet to be fair, making her passage, while incredibly tight and virginal, all too accommodating for Izuku’s behemoth-sized dick.

Of course, he immediately stops, looking concerned at her and beginning to pull out, but Momo grabs him by the shoulders, stopping his backwards motion and holding him fast.

“D-Don’t… stop. Fuck me, Izuku Midoriya. FUCK ME!”

For a moment, she fears her scream might have frightened him to the point of killing the mood. But no, he only freezes up in white-faced terror for a second before her desires and intentions and the feel of her flexing, clenching, sopping cunt around his cock all catch up with him. Then, he’s doing precisely as she asked… nay, begged.

He fucks her, and Momo quickly finds that it’s all she can do to hold on. Given her position, that’s precisely what she DOES do. Arms wrapped around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist, Momo crosses her ankles behind Izuku’s back and clings to him like a spider monkey, even as he pistons his amazing, massive member in and out of her pussy like there’s no tomorrow.

The young heiress quickly learns something about Izuku Midoriya as they fuck for the first time. He’s a shy nerd in most situations, but here and now? He’s having something of a sexual awakening. She might have started all of this, might have initiated things and pushed them to this eventuality with her blunt attitude and plain and simple rhetoric… but it was Izuku who was controlling the pace now, and he was giving her exactly what she wanted.

Momo cries out, tossing her head back and letting her eyes roll upward as her tongue sticks straight out of her mouth. She shakes and trembles in Izuku’s grip, even as his hands slide down to her hips and grasp tightly at her sides, his thumbs digging into her supple, nubile young flesh. His cock pistons in and out of her cunt in such a way that she’s sure she won’t ever be the same again. Certainly, all her reading had talked about the elasticity of a woman’s cunt, but even still… he’s stretching her. Ruining her for other men.

Not that Momo minds that. She wants to be ruined for other men. She doesn’t need any other men besides Izuku, not like that whore Uraraka.

Cumming her brains out again and again, Momo loses track of time, until finally, Izuku lets out a loud groan and proceeds to pump a hot, thick load of his cream right up into her womb. It’s not like he had any real choice there, not like he could have cum anywhere else… after all, her legs were still wrapped around his waist, holding him in and refusing to let him go.

Only after he’s cum inside of her does Momo’s grip on him relax. Only then is he able to pull back, as she’s spasming her way through one last orgasm. Said spasms take Momo right off of the desk, dropping her onto her knees. But before Izuku can reach for her and ask if she’s okay, she’s sitting up and taking him in her mouth, cleaning his cock off with her tongue and lips enthusiastically.

He groans, and his hands fall atop her head as the young heiress throats his member to the best of her virgin abilities.

“Hulghk! Hulghk! Hulghk!”

She might have even kept going… but alas, just as she’s considering transitioning from clean-up to full blown blowjob, the bell goes off, signaling that they only have five minutes to get back to class.

They’ve both missed lunch, but as they hurriedly clean each other up and get dressed, Momo doesn’t mind, and she doesn’t think Izuku does either. Instead, they both have big, matching smiles on their faces as they walk back to class hand in hand, their fingers intertwined together in a public display of affection for all the world… or at least, for all of the population of U.A. to see.