Chapter 4 - Submission

Steam wafted through the air, brushing his lips as a serene smile softened his face while the mug in front of him slowly filled to the brim, a light coating of froth across its surface as he grabbed the spoon.
 
~Clink~Clink~Clink~
 
‘What’s up with me today? Everything feels so… mute.’ Even the coffee didn’t soften his frown as he hovered there at the counter, a sting in his eyes that refused to leave no matter how much he tried to blink it out.
 
A stray ray of light stabbed at him from the window, making him flinch as he tried to wave it off while grumbling.
 
‘Why’s it so bright?’ He stared mulishly at the grey, gloomy sky outside. ‘The sun’s not even out…’
 
Strong hands curled around the mug and he sighed, not realising just how cold he had been as the heat dug its way beneath his skin. Muscle memory pushed him over to the counter separating the living room from the kitchen and his eyes blurred as he looked into the darkness. He was alone.
 
‘Ochako’s usually awake by now, isn’t she? I’ve got to head out soon. ’ He struggled to focus, anchored by the burning in his palms
 
“Huh…” A push sent limp green hair up and away from his forehead while an absent minded gaze crawled across the table.
 
“I only made one cup…”
 
He didn’t move, seemingly content to sit there and bask in the silence.
 


 
 “Look, bro, I’m telling you, it’s got to be her!”
 
“You’re an idiot.”
 
“IT’S HER!”
 
Pulling the towel away from his eyes, Izuku paused just outside the door to one of his agency's many break rooms. Still feeling the sweat from his workout, the sound of two interns arguing caught his attention, alongside the sound of someone getting slammed back into their seat.
 
“Quiet down, you’re gonna get us into trouble!”
 
“Tch, fine, but I’m right! Do you know how many pictures of Uravity I’ve beat to?”
 
The greenette’s heart skipped a beat.
 
‘Uravity? Are they talking about Ochako?’ Ignoring the end of that particular statement, Izuku stepped closer to the frosted glass door, vaguely spotting two seated shapes huddled together with their backs facing him.
 
“First off, way too much information, you sick fuck-”
 
“Don’t act like you haven’t!”
 
“Second of all, why are you so sure it’s her?”
 
“Just watch it!”
 
“I’m not going to sit here and watch your twisted imitation porn while we’re at work-”
 
“JUST. WATCH. IT!”
 
“FINE! The second it ends though you have to shut up and never bring it up again!”
 
“Deal!” He exclaimed gleefully, unaware of the slowly opening door behind him whilst his friend shuffled around to see the screen better, sighing all the way.
 
“If we get caught…”
 
“We won’t, now shut up and watch, it’s starting.”
 
Any other time, Izuku would have been furious. They would have been out on their asses before lunch was up, the people who scouted and invited them to his agency reevaluated. The most likely case was they’d never work as Heroes again. In the past, maybe he would have been too shy or forgiving but it had been a long time since he was that boy. Now, he was a Hero, one of the top 10 and this kind of disrespect couldn’t be allowed to slide. His eyes darkened and he creeped up behind them, ready to scare both youths within an inch of their lives before forcefully booting them out the front door. Stepping up to the table, his hands hovered at their collars, lungs full and his chest puffed before accidentally flicking his eyes over the screen-
 
…
 
‘O-Ochako?’
 
“Mmmm~ right now? I was just about to have a shower…” The camera didn’t show all of her face as she giggled, only capturing her slightly rounded, rosy cheeks while completely missing her eyes.
 
‘No… no, the voice isn’t… isn’t right.’ The thought was weak but it was there, holding him together as Ochak- the woman on the screen was pushed up against the door of what looked like a bathroom… a familiar bathroom.
 
Panning down, the video focused on a busty chest, her breath quickening as the man keeping the Ochako look alike trapped stroked his hand up her side to cup the underside of one large breast through the white t-shirt she wore. She gasped, well endowed front starting to heave as he chuckled and weighed her in one hand. It became immediately clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra as her nipples rose up to stick straight through the material.
 
“Again? Deku just got out the DOOR!” She gasped, making Izuku’s chest tighten as the man toying with her chest scoffed, hand shifting around to squeeze her tit.
 
Her back arched, crotch pushed against him with shoulder blades still stuck to the door as he mercilessly tightened down until her copious breast meat was bulging between his digits, her nipple hardening even further between his middle and ring finger.
 
“See? Right there, why would she call her husband by his Hero name?”
 
“That- that’s not important!”
 
“They’re obviously an amateur company.”
 
Izuku, distracted, agreed.
 
‘I mean, s-sure, they’ve got the… the body right and she does call me Deku sometimes, but the only people who know that... are…’ His stomach sank and the headache that had been waiting in the wings for the last few days pulsed as-
 
Her legs were shaking, eyes shut and her mouth open wide as she screamed her ecstasy, crying out HIS name, with HIS tongue digging deep in between her legs while all Izuku could do was watch thieving lips and sadistic eyes as HE drank and drank-and-drank-and-drank-and-DRANK-
 
“Holy shit, look at her go!”
 
“Fuuuck, Uravity is so hot-”
 
“It’s not Uravity-”
 
“Shhhh!”
 
Izuku’s eyes refocused and the pounding cause of his headache slipped away into the darkness as he looked at the screen and felt his eyes shoot wide. The camera had abandoned her face completely now, instead choosing to get a nice and up close view of her curves as she mewled beneath the man's touch. Both interns gasped and Izuku felt his mouth go dry as it looked down her body just in time to see her shirt rise from his touch and all three men felt their cocks give a violent throb at the sight.
 
The hand on her chest had tangled in her shirt, dragging it up to lie above her belly button and making it painfully clear that the woman wasn’t wearing pants. Instead, her sexy body was on full display, a purple thong hiked up high on her waist to emphasise her flared hips as her partner's thigh wedged itself between her own to press against her mound. That needy voice was making Izuku’s heart pound as he got a clear picture of the woman's mound outlined against the crotch of her underwear, a dark, thick wet spot exposing her arousal as she pushed her pelvis forward and ground herself onto the man's knee.
 
Izuku was incapable of looking away, hypnotised by the way his wife’s body rolled as she humped another mans leg-
 
‘What? No, It’s not Ochako!’ He tried to be firm with himself but faltered as the voice coming from the speaker grew more and more familiar.
 
“Hnnngh~ baby please, stop teasing me!” She whimpered.
 
“Teasing? You call this teasing?” The voice was low, ominously low.
 
‘Haha… ha… you know, with that cliche thug kind of voice, he almost sounds like…’ The thought was quickly derailed as Izuku heard the intern on his left whistle.
 
On the screen, the man holding the camera had let go of her breast, giving it a sharp ‘Slap’ that made her squeak before reaching down to grab her shirt by the hem and tear it all the way up and over her tits. The sheer aggressiveness made them bounce as the material slid past her bullet like nipples, her hefty jugs almost comical in the way they wobbled as she gasped off screen.
 
“You wanna see TEASING?” Came the rough growl, accompanied by fingers coming up to pinch her nipple fiercely while her groin went crazy against his leg.
 
“AH! Oh, no , oh god no, please give it to me!” She begged.
 
“Give it to you? No, you’re going to earn it!”
 
His hand left her breast, exposing the dark red finger marks he’d left behind and her inflamed peak atop its areola as his fingers slid out of frame, quickly chased by the camera as the lower half of her face once again came into view to show how he gripped her by the throat.
 
“ACK~”
 
“Work for it slut. Let me see you grab those big fat tits of yours!” He sneered.
 
Izuku was now uncomfortably hard as he watched the fake Ochako do as she was told, mouth wide open and her pink tongue peeking out as she cupped her own breasts and squeezed, molding them like stress balls, only stopping to tease and pull on her nipples while he laughed out of frame.
 
 “There it is, there’s my depraved little Heroine! Who could you even save, making a mess of yourself like this!” His hand tightened and her eyes watered.
 
“Fuck, he’s hurting her! That’s not even acting, she’s really in trouble!” The one who’d denied his friends suspicions was sitting on the greenette’s right, now sounding truly concerned while Izuku failed to even look up from those sodden panties, her groin gyrating with wild abandon       
 
“What the fuck are you talking about, have you never watched porn? Look at her face!” Both intern and Pro did as he suggested, with the latter feeling his breath catch in his throat. “She’s fucking loving this!”
 
Izuku stared. Izuku agreed. A wet spot appeared at the front of his boxers even as his chest thundered at the sight. Her cheeks were fully red now, light tracks of salty tears leaking from above the frame but it was her lips that drew him like a moth to a flame. Full and juicy, just like his wife’s, stretched wide in a deviant, obscenely full smile. Bubbles frothed through the cracks between her teeth and choking gasps were the closest to moans she could come.
 
“Hrrk, gmph, hacgh!” She spluttered, torturing her own breasts fanatically as her humping grew to a fever pitch.
 
“Yes! Yes yes yes you cheating bitch, fucking cum! Show them all your shameful, unfaithful face! Cum! Cumcumcumcum!” 
 
The staff room was silent as they all sat there frozen, staring as the fake Ochako dropped her bruised tits to grab ahold of the hand around her neck. She didn’t pull him off though, she made him squeeze harder, scarlett cheeks tinged with purple as she creakingly tipped her head backwards and clamped down with her thighs like a vice, keeping her soaked mound pinned as her juices stained his shorts and visibly leaked down his leg. With a gurgled whine she orgasmed, tits nearly vibrating as she spasmed through the asphyxiated throes of pleasure before wretching as he let her neck go.
 
Her back arched as she inhaled painfully, plagued with a coughing fit as her shirt was abruptly dragged up, taking her arms with it. Still riding his leg but not nearly as active she obeyed the pressure, arms stretched up high above her head as she was forcefully stripped and her now almost entirely nude, gorgeous body aside from the itty bitty thong was shown to the camera.
 
“... Tell me that’s not Miss Uravity. You’ve seen her around here just like I have, it's definitely her.” His soft words made Izuku’s entire being stiffen, vision beginning to tunnel as he examined the panting woman on screen and hurt.
 
“... You don’t know that. It’s porn, it could easily be a body imitation quirk.” With that, Izuku almost cried from the sheer feeling of relief from someone with some sense.
 
A brief wash of shame overcame the Pro Hero as he realised that a part of him, a large part, had almost believed the absurd idea that his wife was the one in the video, that Ochako was cheating on him.
 
“It’s not over yet.” The stubborn gripe from his left almost had One For All pumping through his system. He didn’t need to see anymore, he didn’t want to watch anymore.
 
But he didn’t put an end to it.
 
“Hmmmm~ you’re holding me so tightly, shouldn’t you be saving this for your husband?” The soft, crooning whisper sent a shiver up Izuku’s spine, insincerity dripping from the sound.
 
“Hurk, I’m s-s-sorry, Sir, I c-can’t help it.”” She sobbed and Izuku’s throat constricted. 
 
“You should be sorry, he’s out there saving lives and you’re in here, doing what?”
 
“Ch-cheating?” Softly.
 
“You’re what?” Demandingly.
 
“I’m cheating on my husband.” Breathlessly.
 
“Cheating on who!?” Eagerly!
 
“I’M CHEATING ON DEKU!” Free.
 
The intern on Izuku’s right squirmed uncomfortably as the screen became a blur, soon made clear that the camera was moving as Ochako’s voice yelped in the background. The surroundings couldn’t be made out, the view only settling down to show a gleaming white toilet with the seat down before the vile man in charge seemed to collapse onto it, shorts rustling as they were dragged part way down his leg before he landed.
 
The… Ochako, became the focus once again, a hand painfully gripping her hair by the scalp and keeping her bent forward on shaky legs as she was pulled in front of him.
 
“Fuck, Mr Deku’s lucky~”
 
“Shut up, that’s our boss!”
 
“And apparently he’s a cuck!”
 
Izuku almost felt a molar shatter, irritated at himself for letting the comment spark even a sliver of embarrassment from him as he stood there and watched Ochako’s full breasts dangle. The orgasm had apparently taken a lot as her knees bowed inwards, almost knocking together as she was dragged closer until her only hope of staying up right was to hold onto her lovers knees for dear life.The sound of lewd, wet smacking made Izuku cringe as he realised they were making out, Ochako’s musical moans breezing past with each noisy slurp while her hand swapped from the bastard’s knee to his crotch.
 
With a twisting pull she was able to free him and Izuku’s face went pale at what he saw. It must have been a foot long at least, scored through with thick, throbbing veins that stuck out prominently along a baseball bat's worth of girth. Ochako’s hand slid from the base to the tip, gathering up a layer of slime with ease as she stroked with wild, frantic abandon before toying with the clearly leaking angry looking helmet. Her palm pulled away to show a thick strand of pre-cum keeping them connected, drooping slowly before she grabbed back on and pulled down. His foreskin was soon peeled back and Izuku heard one of the interns wretch at the horrific display of chunky, curdled dick cheese practically oozing from underneath.
 
“Dude, this is fucking disgusting-... are you touching yourself!?” He hissed disbelievingly.
 
“Fuck off, so are you!” 
 
The other intern's hot reply made Izuku cringe before a pressure down below had him stumble. Colour draining, the greenette looked down and saw his own bulge being cupped in the palm of his hand, facing burning red as he realised that at point he had begun massaging himself to the copycat of his wife being degraded so viscerally.
 
The Ochako on screen whimpered pitifully as she was pulled away from her lover's lips, legs flexing as she was slowly and insistently pressured into dropping down the front of his body. A series of licks and nips sounded out as she slid down his torso and ended up squatting between his knees, firm round breasts pressed against the inside of his thighs. That wasn’t what Izuku was focused on though. The camera was rising up, clearing above her cheeks for the first time as Izuku’s heart tried to tear its way out of his chest, palms sweaty and the blood rushing in his ears as the massive cock settled against her chin, right below her grinning lips.
 
“The fuck… why is it censored?”
 
Izuku was wondering the exact same thing but his anxiety was through the roof. Her eyes were covered with a black bar but it was just that. The rest of her angelic, heart shaped face was clear to see and no matter how hard he looked Izuku couldn't find a single fault.
 
“That’s it, did you think you could go practically piss yourself, leave a mess all down my leg and just get away with it?” He growled, grabbing her by the chin and using it to shake her from side to side as she moaned and brought both hands around his shaft, twisting and pulling all over his length while his thumb played with her mouth, helmet grazing her throat.
 
“Nnnnno Shir, I’ll be good~ I promishe!” She slurred, noisily sucking on the thumb in her mouth as she lathered it with her tongue and intensified her pumping.
 
“You? Good? Don’t make me laugh, you’re just a pathetic, adulterous little cum addict. All you’re good for is sucking cock and begging for more!” 
 
Her head began to bob and she groaned with every word, reinforcing the image of a depraved fuck puppet as she slobbered between his knuckles. Without prompting she reached down and grabbed both milky breasts, massaging her chest as his length swayed back and forth right beneath her face.
 
“Fucking useless, who said you could LET GO!” He barked before swinging forward to lay a brutal ‘SLAP’ against her flushed cheek, rocking Ochako’s head to the side and sending spittle flying as a burning red print rose to the surface.
 
Izuku’s mouth dropped open as he watched his wife being abused, going further as he watched her gasp and come shooting right back and leaning forward, a nipple pinched in each hand as she sandwiched her jiggling breast meat around his turgid length and pressed.
 
“NYAH~ I’m so sorry, is that better?” She cooed, somehow sounding loving as her cheek glowed brighter and she began working her tits up and down his far reaching length.
 
“Better? What, is that your attempt at a tit fuck? Stop wasting my time you pathetic fucking cow and milk my cock!” ‘SLAP!’
 
Ochako squealed as another handprint spawned to life on the side of one mountainous breast, sending ripples all throughout one side of her chest as she moaned ecstatically and began to throw herself up and down his length.
 
Izuku could see the thick coating of pre-cum being lathered down the inside of her cleavage as she shot from one end to the other, breasts wobbling as they rhythmically slammed down onto his thighs at the end of each run, the obscene plap-plap-plap making his pulse pound while the bastard’s helmet smacked against the underside of her jaw shamelessly.
 
“Hnnnnn god, Sir! Am I doing it right? Are these big fat cow titties of mine making you happy?” Her voice made Izuku’s cock twitch as she jiggled her hands and made her fat bounce around that monster.
 
“Hah, fuck yeah, you’re a disgrace but a least these disgusting fucking udders are good for something!” He gasped in the face of her pride, his words making her stroke harder. “At least you’re enthusiastic! What, did you never do this for your husband?”
 
Izuku fell back a step at the absolutely manic smile that appeared as her hair flew around from the energy she was putting into her work.
 
“N-no, never, you’re the only one! Deku always felt bad!” She gaped as a thick spurt of nut gunk slapped her in the chin, making her flinch.
 
‘How, how do they know that!?’
 
“Felt bad?” The cameraman scoffed, reaching forward to grab a handful of her hair before forcing her down to rub his tip against her flaring nostrils. “Did he not know how much of a twisted little whore you really were?”
 
“NO!” She squeaked as her arms wrapped around her breasts, making him moan as the pillow-like sensation of her hot chest wrapped him up even tighter. “You made me like this! You and this big, fat, disgusting cock! Oh fuck it smells so good! You’re so dirty!”
 
“Dirty? Then you should stop being such a lazy bitch and get back to CLEANING!” 
 
Her face was shoved back only for the grip on her scalp to rip her forward again, mouth still opened up wide from gasping as he drove his humongous helmet between her lips to make her choke on his dick. The angle wasn’t right but Ochako was still quick to form an airtight seal around his length as she continued rubbing him with her tits and bobbing her head.
 
“That’s right you obedient little toilet, you love my cock, don’t you? More than shitty Deku? You can’t get enough of the taste?” He seethed as Ochako gurgled around him.
 
“Glur-glurk-gluuurk!” Saliva spilled down into her tits as she was pulled back off his cock, tongue stretched down past her chin for him to whack himself on with a series of obscene ‘splats’ before pulling it back to respond. “Yeeeesssss~ I fucking love it, all this nasty fucking dick dirt, you filthy animal! It’s disgusting, it’s burning my nose and I can’t get enough of it!”
 
To prove her point she rolled his foreskin down further, tensing her tongue and sliding it through the slime to pick up a nice, thick mouthful before dragging it into her sloppy looking mouth and swallowing, humming even while she swished it around before opening backup to offer up her tongu with a single, long, scraggly pube curled up on the spotless pink flesh.
 
“YOU PIG!”
 
He sounded so amazed as he took her by the reins once more and slammed her onto his cock, making her whole back arch as his girth tore down her esophagus until her tits were pancaked out against his thighs and her chin was buried into the creamy flesh, gruesome ‘Glurk’s and splutters reverberating through her throat as she was suffocated on his size.
 
“I’m so close to cumming, hold the damn camera!” He demanded and Ochako obeyed, letting go of her breasts and holding the phone handed to her so that she was filming herself as both his hands went to her hair, taking the fiercest grip possible before skull fucking her.
 
The lense shook as she was railed via throat, tits wobbling atop his knees as her rosy cheeks bulged and a concoction of spit mixed with pre-cum and pubes spewed out form the seal of her lips, splattering all over his lap as he panted and pummeled her orifice.
 
“You’re such an ugly fucking mess, Ochako! I like this video, maybe I’ll even post it, what do you think? How about you introduce yourself to all your soon to be fans!” He grunted.
 
Ochako whimpered as she was brutally dragged off of his spit shined length, whining pathetically before another stinging ‘SLAP’ landed across her other cheek and turned her back into the panting bitch in heat she truly was. His helmet dug into her nose, pushing it back and transforming it into a pig snout as she snorted it animalistically while digging one hand down between her legs.
 
“HNNNNNGH~ H-hello everyone, my name’s Midoriya Ochako and I’m married to the Pro Hero Deku!” She gurgled through the words, tongue flickering in and out against the cock before her while Izuku felt like his nightmares had come to life. “Most of you know me for being a Pro Rescue Hero, but in actuality I’m a nasty, cheating, cock sucking slut! I have big fat DD tits and I love it when my Master fucks them. I’m addicted to his cum and the thought of him pounding my adulterous little cunt loose while the man I used to love is out there saving lives with a smile makes me wanna fucking cum!” She gasped, arm shuddering as she clearly played with herself faster and faster.
 
“You bitch, you’re more of a farm animal than a wife!” He gasped as her hot breath steamed against his tip, dropping one hand down to his shaft to stroke himself violently, slapping her tits with every down swing as she gave a cock drunk giggle and nuzzled against him.
 
“I am! I’m disgusting, a disgusting bitch for this disgusting dick, I’m a cum hungry piglet for Master's jizz!”
 
“Well you’re in luck ‘cus here I go! You said you liked the smell? Here's a big, gooey close up!”
 
His grunts grew in intensity, hand shaking as his piss slit was pushed straight into her nostril. Ochako’s smile grew ginormous, teeth grit as she showcased her lewdness and Izuku just knew, even with the black censor, that she was looking directly into the camera, directly at him, as she put up a peace sign right before the cock in her face flexed and he came. Her teeth gleamed and her smile strained as the first spurt of jizz went rocketing up her nose into her sinuses, both of them grunting as she began to choke and her fingers started to curl. Ochako’s entire body shook as she slumped forward into his lap while jet after jet of cum was dumped down her nose into her throat. Her face spasmed and her teeth finally opened to let loose a torrent of dick milk as it came spraying out of her mouth and she wretched, head flying back away from his shaft, simultaneously letting line after line of essence criss cross her eyes before falling forward and sneezing a wave of spunk all over the man's thighs.
 
She cried out, a sloppy ‘Hlurk’ as she lost her balance and began to tip backwards. The camera followed her descent as she collapsed over onto her back while the never ending downpour of jizz never stopped, splattering all over her toned belly and flushed tits as her naked body curled up against the bathroom floor. Her hand was in her cunt, thong pushed to the side as she fingered herself and gushed a puddle. Firm, supple legs rose into the air and her sloppy pussy was on full display as she spasmed through her own orgasm beneath the finally ending shower of baby milk.
 
“You’re such a fucking mess, Ochako. What would Izuku think!”
 
Izuku flinched as the tormentor's foot rose up and he stepped on her cunt, grinding down on top of her hand as she squealed loud enough to shatter glass while her cunt squirted up against the sole of his foot. Fem-cum sprayed out from the barrier, her whole body shuddering as her own arousal coated her thighs.
 
The worst part? Izuku could feel his balls clench beneath his hand, cock throbbing as he came to the horrific realisation he was about to cum in his own pants, overstimulated from the obscene video as-
 
ATTENTION ALL HEROES, ATTENTION ALL HEROES, ‘A’ GRADE THREAT LOCATED IN THE CITY CENTRE, ALL AVAILABLE PRO-
 
“Shit, that’s the alarm, I’ve never heard of a warning that high! Come on, we’ve got to get to- FUCK!”
 
“WHAT- Oh… o-o-oh, M-M-Mr Deku, Sir, uh, we-we-we-”
 
His voice failed at him as both interns felt their insides go cold, staring up into the top 10 Heroes' shadowed eyes as he glared fury right into their souls.
 
“...Go.” They stiffened to attention, already scrambling away from the table, phone forgotten as they headed for the door.
 
Turning to follow them, Izuku's last look before leaving was of his wife passed out on the ground, coated in another mans cum as the video remained paused and began to turn off automatically.
 
‘... Some imitation quirk…’ His hand tugged at his crotch, uncomfortably aware of the wet spot he could feel as he headed for his uniform.
 


 
“BUT YOU’RE OKAY, RIGHT!?”
 
The green haired, freckled heartthrob in her screen visibly recoiling from the volume into his hospital bed, sweat dropping as he waved one bandaged hand for her to calm down.
 
“Mah, mah, it’s not that bad. They said they’re just keeping me here for observation, you know, in case the poison hasn’t completely left my system yet.”
 
Ochako felt like her soul had escaped her body, adrenaline finally calming down as she slumped at the head of their marital bed, arm outstretched while the other kept the screen in front of her face. She’d gotten the call earlier telling her Izuku was in the hospital but she hadn't realised just how serious it was until the destruction had been showcased on the news. Thick, billowing clouds of purple smoke had still been rising into the air but the reporters had been clear on how “The incredible Pro Hero Deku” had managed to get everyone to safety while the rest of his nearby agencies' sidekicks, Pro’s and interns had taken care of the rest.
 
A grin tugged at her lips as she thought how all his analysis had come full circle, his employees' ability breakdown being used to the fullest in putting them where they needed to be.
 
“Neh, Izu-kun.” A pout curled her features, cheeks puffing slightly as she stared at him petulantly. “You sure I can’t come to see you?”
 
His answering smile, so full of love and appreciation, made her heart ache as he shook his head gently.
 
“I told you they’re not letting anyone in, we can’t be sure how the poison would react to others if it IS still in my system. I’ll be out and back home before you know it.”
 
“Hmmmm…” She grumbled, getting a laugh from her spouse as she suddenly scrambled back to lean more heavily on her pillows. “Ok then! So, tell me, what did you figure out about her Quirk?”
 
His eyes immediately lit up and Ochako knew that had been the right question to ask as he launched himself into a spiel, highlighting his theories about the pros and cons of his adversary as she settled back to watch him, fondly.
 
It felt like they talked for hours, the light outside her window dimming as they chatted away and for that time, Ochako remembered just how happy he made her. There was no one else, no guilt, no loathing, just the two of them how they always should have been
 
“-and you know Gran Torino heard about it so of course he had to call me up for being so slow that smoke could catch me. Seriously, that grouchy old man-”
 
Ochako nodded along, eyes lazy from the hint of exhaustion creeping up on her before jolting upwards as she heard a creak. Izuku continued to ramble on, but the brunette couldn’t hear him as the handle to their room began to turn like something out of a horror movie, intimidatingly slow before coming to a stop. Her husband still hadn’t noticed that she was no longer paying attention, eyes like lasers as the door was pushed inexorably open until it could broadcast the foreboding silhouette standing in her doorway.
 
“-I knew there would be tears but still, you’d think Mom would be even a little used to this by now-... Ochako?”
 
“Huh?” The zero gravity Heroine refocused on the screen, taking her eyes off the figure as she spotted the innocent curiosity in her husband's eye. “Oh, sorry, a bunch of birds just launched themselves out of the tree outside and I was trying to figure out what had happened.”
 
The lie came easily and her goofball of a husband accepted it unwaveringly, launching back into his story at her nod for him to continue. Ochako made sure to keep her eyes on the screen but that didn’t stop her ears from twitching or the plodding steps of her intruder as he ambled casually up to the bottom of the bed.
 
‘Oh no, I think…’ Izuku’s voice became a constant drone in her ear as the mattress shifted beneath her, a foreign weight making it dip down. ‘I think I’m getting excited…’
 
Izuku laughed and she faked a giggle alongside him before inhaling as something touched her bare foot. It soon proved to be a hand and Ochako dared not take her eyes away from her husband. The pad of a finger dragged down her sole and she shivered as the same happened to the other limb. Tingles raced up her spine as multiple fingers caressed around her heel before sliding up over her ankles. They wrapped around the bottom of her calves and Ochako became painfully aware of the tight pink booty shorts she had worn to bed as her legs were forcefully dragged further and further apart, finding no resistance from the brunette as her breathing picked up. The touch slid up the back of both legs and a hazy eyed Ochako nibbled nervously upon her lip as they tickled their way to the backs of her knees. Noticing a stretch of silence in her ear she quickly found Izuku staring at her with concern, hesitantly moving on as she hummed, hopefully making sense in the context of the conversation before feeling her voice catch.
 
A puff of warm, moist air brushed along her leg, immediately followed by the sensation of rough lips as they came down on her knee, laying a teasing kiss upon her skin before wrapping around. While a series of smooches rained down, those hands crawled their way along the outside of her thighs, brushing the bottoms of her leg holes and Ochako struggled not to yelp as they playfully pinched the skin of her exposed backside. A familiar, shameful heat burst to life in her core as a lock of dirty blonde hair rasped against her inner thigh due to the head sneaking up out of view.
 
“Ochako? Everything Okay?”
 
“Yeah.” Her voice remained steady, even as the waistband of her booty shorts was gripped from both sides. “Just a little tired…”
 
“Do you want me to stop? You can go to sleep, I don’t mind!”
 
“No~” Her voice was just one step shy of a moan, full of breathy anticipation as she pressed her elbows into the bed and lifted her hips. “Keep going!”
 
Izuku looked confused but at least someone in the room understood what she meant, taking the opportunity she presented to drag her shorts down over her firm, gorgeous rump and mouth watering thighs. Her knees came together and Ochako pointed her feet like a ballerina, straight into the air as her clothing was stripped from her lower half to reveal her already dewy slit. Nervousness thrummed through her veins as she stared into her husband's eyes while a hungry, inquisitive tongue placed itself between her asshole and mound before dragging a long, wet lick up her snatch, ending at her squeezed together thighs.
 
It was getting harder and harder to keep staring at the screen as the backs of her legs were taken a hold of, right below the knees as she was spread apart for eager eyes to devour. Red tinted her cheeks and the guilt was slowly driven away as Ochako felt herself weep between her legs, the lightest of sticky drops appearing for the beast watching from above. The blur of his body appeared past her phone but Ochako dared not take a peek, already fearful of an already too suspicious Izuku, while a man she hadn’t spoken her vows to shuffled closer to her mound.
 
Two knobbly knees brushed the naked flesh of her lower cheeks, trapping her backside between them as the muscles of her legs strained, feeling her lower half being forced backwards towards her chest. Bright white grinning teeth appeared in the corner of her vision just as Ochako felt something hot, thick and familiar prodding at her gash.
 
‘Inhale, one, two, three, exhale, four, five, six, don’t give anything away.’ She repeated to herself, stiff faced as green hair blurred and her brain expanded the sensation radiating out from her crotch.
 
Her lips were pried apart, falling victim to the blunt, fleshy invader that had decided to open wide her weeping flower. It found no resistance as Ochako struggled to maintain her breathing, chest expanding more aggressively as that oh so pleasant stretching widened her up. The famed Pro had to angle her camera further as her knees were hooked onto broad, naked shoulders and palms were planted just beneath her armpits.
 
“Ochako?”
 
“Yes~” Sighing, her eyelids fluttered closed and her head tilted back as what felt like a pipe was driven up towards her womb, arousal leaking out around him as her knees moved closer and closer to her chest amidst her curvy body getting folded.
 
“Are you…”


 
‘Come on Izuku, just say it!’ His mind screamed but the words just wouldn’t push past his lips.
 
His mouth felt so dry, things had been going so well. But then she’d started getting distracted, subtle at first but slowly, consistently getting worse and worse as he’d slowed down to pay attention. It hadn’t been difficult to realise she wasn’t actually listening anymore. The sting in his chest was easy to ignore as he focused on her eyes, a dreamlike quality to them that made him inexplicably jealous whilst he examined the expression across her face. Her lips were slightly parted, glistening as her wet muscle slid out over them here and there in such a way that his cock swole just looking at her. Ochako’s cheeks usually had a touch of red, but now that colour had turned to a flush that he just knew was reaching all the way down her neck and over onto her chest.
 
Fear Unlike any he had ever known burned like cold fire in his stomach as he swore he saw the bed move beneath her, just as her eyes closed and she fell into her own world, pleasure painted across her features.
 
“Are you…” 
 
‘Cheating on me? Violating our marriage with another man? Spreading your legs like a whore? Getting fucked on our bed?’


 
“... touching yourself?”
 
Ochako slowly opened her eyes to look at the screen. She stared at Izuku. Izuku stared back.
 
“... Yes.” She murmured and it almost felt like something monumental shattered in the silence that followed before she opened back up. “Sorry Izu~, I just-... just HNGH!” The air left her lungs as the endlessly pushing monster in her guts plugged up the gates to her womb, two thick, virile balls pressed flush to her buttocks as her eyes narrowed like a cats and she smirked at him. “Missed you~”
 
“Oh.” Timid. Broken.
 
“Yesssss~” Her head rolled back carelessly, the excitement plain to see as she stretched from side to side. “I missed thisssYOU, you so much I just couldn’t help myself!”
 
Ochako didn’t hear him respond but she wouldn’t have cared either way, too busy getting pulled inside out by the monster cock retreating from her cervix to focus. Her insides ached at the emptiness, unbearably cold as fingers tightened around her legs and she was emptied of all that scrumptious dick meat. That wickedly flared helmet hooked itself at the entrance to her pussy and Ochako felt a wide, toothless smile stretch her cheks as she slyly met the aroused eyes on her screen.
 
“You don’t mind, do you?” She purred.
 
“N-no?” He was clearly unready for this side of his wife, the sheer sultriness dripping from her sharpened tongue as her eyes gleamed at the admission.
 
“That’s gooOOOD!” Ochako’s voice shot up in pitch and her eyes flew wide as her empty insides were abruptly filled back up to the brim, shaking her phone from her hands.
 
It slid down besides her neck and the brunette felt her heart ‘Thump’ as she finally got to look at a bare chested Chad in all his glory, keeping her legs pinned tight as his hips slammed against her ass cheeks and sent a wave of pleasure from her mound to her brain.
 
His teeth clenched and he hissed below his breath as he plunged himself balls deep once again, barely hesitating at the clenching heat trying to melt his cock down from all sides as he sawed his length violently in and out of her cunt. Her leg muscles twitched within his hands and a smug look of dominance stole over him as Ochako scrambled for her phone with one hand while reaching out to splay four fingers flat against his chest (making sure to keep away the fifth).
 
Chad could feel her trying to push him back slightly and he took a special delight in hunching over her further, truly mounting Ochako as she mouthed at him to be quiet while she finally got a grip on her phone. His mouth watered and the dirty blonde bastard waited for just the right moment as she was pulling the camera back up to her face to angle his hips and stab himself into her cunt, scraping his tip along the roof of her pussy, across her G-spot.
 
As a result, Ochako’s mouth tore open in a silent scream as she came undone, dousing his nuts in her liquid arousal while a graceless “UWAGH~” flew from her lips.
 
“Ochako? OCHAKO!?” He sounded so desperate and that only made Chad fuck her harder, the entire bed shaking as he laid waste to her mound and the underside of her thighs, loudly slapping himself against her as she squeaked with every hit.
 
“SHIT! S-sorry, Izuku, I was thinkingggg of you and I hit a really GOOD SPOT!” She squealed as another toe curling orgasm shot to the bottom of her core.
 
“Y-yeah?” Izuku was starting to sound out of breath and a part of Ochako twinged as she cottoned onto it, unfortunately preoccupied with other things for the moment as Chad’s gluttonous eyes pierced down at her from above.
 
“Oh fuck baby, it feels so good, so, so, sooo, hnnnngh~” She groaned as her insides twisted, massaging Chad’s length as his pounding grew more intense to the point she knew Izuku would be able to hear it!
 
She was right.
 
“That, that doesn’t sound like you’re using your fingers!” She would have snarled at his whiny tone if her womb wasn’t currently getting battered.
 
“N-no? That’s becaaaaause It’s NOT!” Her gasp tore through the air to meet Chad’s own steamy puffs. “It’s a dildo! A big, fat, monster cock dildo! I thought it would be fuuuuuun~”
 
Through her own moans, Ochako could hear the faint sound of something tapping, a faint pat-pat-pat coming from her speakers as she finally looked back to the obscured phone screen. Flipping it back up, her eyes zeroed in and she smirked as Izuku’s arm trembled, seemingly moving something out of frame as sweat beaded on his forehead and he panted.
 
“I~Zu~Ku~” She cooed, making him flinch as their eyes met and she licked her lips. “Are you masturbating to me?”
 
“No, ah, I mean-”
 
“You are!” She cried out, gleeful as he flushed further but never stopped stroking. “Am I turning you on?”
 
“...Yes.” He whispered and the thunderous pace blitzing her cunt sped up as she tightened.
 
“Mmmmm, yeah? Is it the dildo? Do you like the thought of me stretching myself out?” Her gasping lilt made his stroking speed up as he grit his teeth.
 
“Hmmmph, it does!” He had to force the words out as she giggled and locked eyes with the man currently ruining her marriage.
 
“OoOOOH, I like it too! I like it a lot! I bet you wish it was your here, don’t you?” She looked at the screen once more and felt her mouth gape as her Pro Hero husband looked away from the screen. “No!”
 
Her scandalised, excited hiss made him look back with wide, startled eyes.
 
“W-what?”
 
“You don’t wish it was you!” 
 
“Huh? Ochako, what are you talking about-”
 
“You wish it was someone else!”
 
His entire body jerked but Ochako only had eyes for his forearm, her expression lighting up as the muscles flexed and he undoubtedly strangled his shaft.
 
“Of course I don’t-”
 
“You’re lying! Admit it, you’re getting turned on by the thought of another man fucking me!”
 
Izuku looked like she had slapped him in the face but didn’t deny it, eyes downcast as Ochako tightened her legs around Chad’s shoulders and began to fuck herself up and off the bed, meeting his thrusts with every muscle in her core as she latched onto Izuku’s weakness like a shark to blood.
 
“Tell me the truth, Deku!” Something dark flashed across his eyes, as if he was remembering something as he looked back up into her hazy, lust drenched orbs. “Is it turning you on!?”
 
“...”
 
“Say it!”
 
“...”
 
“Say it Izuku!” She was practically salivating as his face began to cave in.
 
“... Yes.” He whimpered and Ochako’s cunt convulsed.
 
“Yes what?” Chad leaned closer, intrigued to see where this was going as she flashed him a smile and watched her crumbling husband.
 
“Yes it turns me on.” He was clearly humiliated but she refused to let him go.
 
“What turns you on?”
 
“The… the thought of you getting fucked!” He gasped.
 
“By another man!?” She twisted the knife.
 
“YESSSS, by another man!” He was almost sobbing as his cock throbbed with pleasure.
 
“Deku.... am I pretty?” Her focus was almost tangible as she watched his head shoot back, as if he had suffered whiplash from the abrupt change in subject
 
“W-what?”
 
“Am I pretty!?” She sounded more desperate as her toes curled and Chad snickered, leaning back to watch the way her body jiggled from his thrusts.
 
“Ochako, you’re beautiful!” He sounded so sincere, Ochako almost felt bad. Almost.
 
“What about my tits?” 
 
“Your, your tits?” So cute, he sounded so confused.
 
“Yes, are they big?” She pressed him.
 
“B-big?” He was short circuiting and Ochako sneered.
 
“Don’t be an idiot!” She hissed as he flushed. “Do I have big tits?”
 
“Uh, y-yes?”
 
“So I have big tits?”
 
“Yes?” His stroking intensified as her flushed face glared at him.
 
“So I’ve got big, fat tits?”
 
“Hnngh, y-yeah.”
 
“So I have big, fat, slutty TITS!” She squeaked as Chad pulled her plump ass from the mattress and into his lap, making sure to keep her stretched out horizontally with her shoulders on the pillows as he wrapped those arms around her waist and bounced her in his lap with short, aggressive pumps.
 
“Ochako, you’re not slutty-”
 
“JUST FUCKING SAY IT YOU CUCK!” She screeched so loud he jumped in his hospital bed, barely holding onto his dribbling dick as she watched him with manic eyes.
 
“Y-you have big, fat, slutty tits!” He wheezed while watching her like a wild animal.
 
“Yeah, that’s right, these big nasty tits of mine! They fit perfectly with this sexy, curvy, slutty body, don’t they?” Her voice could have cut steel as she seethed at him.
 
“Yessss~” He moaned.
 
“ You know what slutty bodies like mine need?” She purred as his eyes clenched shut from the pleasure surrounding his cock.
 
“W-what?”
 
If he’d opened his eyes, Izuku would have caught a smile to give him nightmares for years to come.
 
“Bodies like miiiine~ need long, thick, vile, cunt breaking cocks!” She cheered.
 
Izuku’s eyes shot wide just in time to see his wife’s eyes cross as she came, a lewd, dopey smile overtaking her face while an out of frame Chad pummeled her ass cheeks with his hips and mashed a palm down onto her clit, rubbing it like a joystick as her legs shot out straight behind him and spasmed.
 
“Ochako, that’s not-”
 
“Don’t try to go back now, you want it! You want to see your pretty, slutty wife being pinned down and violated by another man! I wonder who though, ah, ah, AH~” She moaned as her husband’s eyes glittered at the corners. “I know, how about… Chad.”
 
With that, Izuku’s expression turned horrified and Ochako drank it like the finest wine.
 
“Chad?” Gaping, Izuku watched a stretched out Ochako frantically nod her head yes while a long, serpent like tongue traced approvingly along the top of her stomach.
 
“Yessss, Chad! You went to school together, had gym class? How big was he!?” She demanded as Izuku shook like a leaf in the wind, refusing to answer.
 
“IZUKU!” She snarled and there were definitely tears in his eyes. “Was he bigger than you?” She whispered, dangerously.
 
A jet of cum jumped through the screen as Izuku’s mangled cock spurted a part of its load, remaining erect as he miserably nodded while Ochako wailed.
 
“MMMMM~ of fucking COURSE he is!” She giggled, staring at her husband's hurt expression while rolling her body atop the very cock they were discussing.
 
“Maybe I should go get him? He’s in this very house!” Her murmur made Izuku choke.
 
“N-no, you can’t!” He cried as Ochako laughed.
 
“Why not? Is it scary, the thought of your best friend FUCKING your wife! I bet he’d feel so good!” She forgot about Izuku as she met Chad’s dark, beastial eyes. “I bet he’d fuck me so good, that big dicked mother fucker would split me open like a melon and I’d LOVE IT!”
 
“Ochako, this isn’t funny!”
 
“It’s not meant to be funny!” She hissed, planting her feet on the bed and riding Chad’s lap as he leaned back and watched, drinking her in. “Just imagine it Izuku, imagine that donkey dicked son of a bitch fucking me! He’s such a rude, shameless bastard! You can see it, can’t you? All three of us sitting down to watch a movie? You’d fall asleep and that vile bitch tamer would be down my throat without you even noticing!”
 
“W-what are you talking about?” Her eyes closed as Izuku whimpered pathetically, basking in the sensation of her pussy getting the beating it needed.
 
“We could be at the kitchen counter! You’d be slaving away at our breakfast while he came up behind me, YANKED my pants down and fucked me right next to you, glazing me in his stinky jizz without you even noticing!” Her ass shook faster, clapping off of Chad’s thighs as he grabbed her by the hips and helped her slide up and down.
 
“Oh fuck I’m close! Don’t you dare cum Izuku! Don’t you dare, just sit there beating your pathetic little dick while thinking about how good Chad would fuck me ragged! You can hear it right, my ass clapping on his dick as he holds me by the hips and ruins me for you!”
 
“Hah-hah-hah, Ochako!” Izuku gasped, hunching over his dick.
 
“That’s it, say my name! Say your cheating wife’s NAME!” She squealed as she came.
 
Three different groans melded together as Ochako’s cunt squeezed tight enough to create diamonds, fem-cum erupting like a waterfall as she slumped into a sweaty, breathless heap on the bed. She was so exhausted, she didn't even react as Chad’s load began to hose down her depths, only managing a weak moan as he spray painted her insides white, filling her to the point of expansion as a bump above her womb formed form the cum stoppered in her guts, unable to escape past the shaft plugging it in. The phone was hot in her hand and Ochako heard a gasping squeak, like a baby farm animal, causing her to lift up the screen and see her famous husband nearly passed out against his bed. Thin, watery cum dribbled down around his fingers where she could finally see his bruised cock clutched tight in his white knuckled grip.
 
“Oh no~” She giggled. “I think he passed out…”
 
A weight under her legs shifted and Ochako looked down her sweat coated body, eyes eager as two thick hands gripped her by the waist and began turning her over.
 
“Whatever will I do~” She cooed, licking her lips and GASPING as that virile bitch tamer slammed back into her guts. 
 
Her phone slipped from her fingers and Ochako forgot all about her comatose, ruined husband, too busy gripping the sheets of her marital bed for all she was worth.


 
“I’m home!” He called out, nervousness pooling in his stomach as his bandages tugged uncomfortably.
 
Taking his first look around in the comfort of his own home, Izuku froze for a second as he noticed the knocked over paintings and knicknacks dotted around the place, all tipped onto either their sides or the floors as if they’d been tipped from their perches.
 
“Ochako?” He called, fear flaring as the worst case scenarios flashing before his eyes.
 
‘Invaders? Burglars? It could be a hostage situation, I have to-’ The thoughts tapered off as his ears twitched and he listened closer.
 
‘Clap’
 
“Ochako?” He tried once more, now uncertain as he followed the trail of destruction further into his own home.
 
‘Clap-clap’
 
A bad feeling was weighing him down and a part of Izuku knew what he would find. His feet refused to stop though, and as he crested the corner at the end of the hall his eyes just… froze.
 
“HNNN~ Oh, h-h-hey Izu~ku!”
 
Clap-clap-clap!
 
“O… Ochako?”
 
Their eyes met and she beamed at him, the epitome of a loving wife greeting her hard working husband home from a long day's work.
 
“H-hey! I was just making dinner!” She gasped, eyes rolling back.
 
Izuku examined every spec of her face, noticing the faint trails of something coating her like a second skin as he trailed his way down her body and stuttered.
 
“What… what are you doing?” He choked on his own words.
 
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
 
She was wearing an apron, a nice white one that he had bought her. It looped around her neck and tied at the back, hugging her front closely as her breasts bulged beneath it. Unfortunately, that apron was all she was wearing, and that reality burned itself into his retinas as Izuku watched his beautiful wife Ochako being pushed face down into the carpet, arms outstretched in front of her with her ass in the air as Chad fucked her from behind.
 
“Chad?” He sounded so broken, desperately trying to convince himself it wasn’t real as he watched the way Ochako’s plentiful ass meat shook, rebounding against Chad’s crotch as he pumped her from behind while keeping a death grip on her waist.
 
The force of his fucking travelled throughout her body, wave after wave of force running from her backside, up through her stomach to her tits as they rippled against the floor.
 
“Sup, shitty Deku, sorry the foods not ready but we didn’t think you would be getting home for another couple of hours and this pussy is just too fucking juicy not to dig in to!”
 
His voice sounded apologetic but Izuku’s cold heart trembled as he saw the smug, victorious sneer on what used to be his best friend's face. Chad had never been kind, but he’d also never shown the sheer maliciousness he was right now as Ochako’s tongue lolled out of her mouth while she grunted with each meaty ‘SMACK’ that hit her from behind.
 
“HAH! Sorry Izu-koi, we’ll be done in a minute! We just need, just need, ah-ah-AH, OH, FUCK CHAD, BE CAREFUL! YOU’RE BREAKING ME!” She squealed as her eyes rolled wildly in their sockets.
 
“Shut the fuck up, CUNT!” He barked.
 
‘SLAP!’
 
Izuku sank to his knees as he watched Chad’s spank land solidly on the side of his wife’s ass, her whole body rocking as she preened under the attention and moaned while he got up to squat over her meaty backside.
 
WHAP-WHAP-WHAP
 
Chad drilled himself down into Ochako’s pussy, bending her spine painfully as she was pressed harder onto her chest and face, surely getting rug burn as her sexy curves shook to the beat of cunny getting brutalised.
 
“Ohhhh, Izuku, he’s getting bigger! His dicks getting even fatter, he’s gonna cum! ARE YOU WATCHING BABY?” Delirious eyes finally stopped spinning as they locked onto her shattered husband, “He's gonna breed me! Your friend from middle school is gonna breed me like his bitch! Aren’t you gonna stop him? Huh?” She teased, cackling as Izuku failed to move even a muscle.
 
“FUCK!” She howled, ass bouncing as Chad’s thrusting sped up, shaking her to the core. “FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK HERE IT COMES! BIG DICK, DICK DICK DICK-”
 
Her chanting never stopped, even as Chad huffed, and puffed, and finally planted himself deep down to the base, spearing open her womb for the Nth time while her husband watched on.
 
The part of Izuku still watching marveled at the way he could tell every time Chad pumped another dose of his load into her, Ochako’s entire body jerking like it was being electrocuted as she gargled on her own tongue and slowly took her adulterous insemination. It seemed like it would never end for the greenette, an inescapable hell where his wife was bred, and bred, and bred until finally by some unknown signal the flexing of Chad’s monster cock stopped, softening enough for him to drag his hips loose with a sigh.
 
Both hands came up to palm a cheek, clearly showing off for the cuckolded husband as he spread Ochako’s twitching ass meat apart to expose her rapidly winking asshole and creampied cunt, dripping his load down onto the floor of their home. With one final ‘SLAP’ to her upturned, presented ass, he stepped over her body towards the bathroom.
 
“Call me when food’s ready, I need to wash your wife’s stench off of my dick!” He called over his shoulder, the door slamming shut behind him as the married couple were finally left alone with the echoes of his mocking laughter,
 
The silence stretched on, the only noises being Ochako’s exhausted panting alongside her stomach as it gurgled on another man's jizz.
 
“Soooo~” She sighed, sounding absolutely casual while stretching herself out like a cat against the floor, laying her head down on crossed arms while beaming that same smile he had loved since highschool.
 
“You hungry for Katsudon?”