Chapter 2 - The Morning After

A jaw cracking yawn slipped through Izuku’s lips as the coffee machine finished distilling its liquid gold contents, beeping cheerily as he rubbed at his eyes and flinched at the morning sunlight shining through the kitchen window. It was good to know that no matter how… strained things around the house could get, his morning ritual never changed.



The steam brushed his face as he set the two mugs of coffee on the island counter separating his dream home's kitchen from the living room, filling his own before preparing his wifes just the way she liked. The thought of his high school sweetheart made him sigh as he thought back to the night before. Ochako had never been one to hold a grudge but Izuku knew he must have really ticked her off from the way she’d slipped into their bed following his failed attempt to find her. The silence was cold, his usually bubbly, beautiful companion curling up on her side and keeping as much space between them as possible throughout the night.


The dark circles around his eyes could attest to just how badly he had slept with these new arrangements, worrying deep into the early morning and worse, failing to figure out just what he should do about it.


‘It’s not like I can just kick him out, she knows that! Maybe she’ll be in a better mood after sleeping it off…’ He paused briefly before scoffing to himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he slumped. ‘Yeah, right, or maybe she’ll just choke him out and dump him off the closest pier…’’


Such hopeless fantasies dragged his mind back to his oldest and “dearest” friend. A grimace settled on his face as he admitted, even to himself, that Chad wasn’t the… easiest to get along with. Sure, he could be a little rude… and disrespectful… crude, mean, derogatory, insulting, irritating, arrogant, unbearable- 


His eyes scrunched at his less than generous list and for a moment Izuku thought to himself just why they were such good friends… and then it came to him, just like it always did anytime his loyalty strayed. Time. They’d known each other for so long and Chad was his oldest friend, through thick and thin he’d been the only one Izukju could confide in. Sure, he usually got something gruff or disrespectful in response, but at least he was there!


His quickly spiraling mood came to a jarring halt as he heard the living room door swing open, Ochako stumbling through like the dead as she rubbed away at her cheeks. It wasn’t the first and certainly wouldn’t be the last time that Izuku’s heart skipped a beat as he took her in. Painted in the morning rays, his wife somehow always managed to look even better than she did the last time he laid eyes on her. She’d clearly had a disagreeable sleep as well, hair frizzy and unkempt as she failed to even open her eyes. Silky burgundy pyjama pants flowed around her legs all the way down to her ankles, clinging to her hips as she shuffled towards her coffee while scratching at the toned abdomen hidden beneath her cutesy cream ‘Froppy’ T-shirt, barely containing her bust and bringing an odd mix of arousal and shame to his chest as he adjusted his pants while staring at the Hero merchandise of their family friendly ex-classmate Tsuyu.


Of course as she practically crumpled onto the counter separating them and her palms closed around the soothing warmth of her mug, Ochako seemed to remember just how it had gotten there. Her lids creeped open and Izuku met them awkwardly with his own sheepish, tremulous smile.


An awkward silence permeated the air as they simply stopped and stared at each other, neither moving to speak while trying to figure out just what they should say. Izuku opened his mouth but couldn’t get the words out, desperately trying to find something that hadn’t already been said.





Ochako looked at him and tried her best not to burst into tears. Her wonderful, dorky, naive husband who greeted her every morning was clearly under the impression that he was in the wrong, just like him to think he had to make it up to her while she could never be the bad guy. She was though. Her heart clenched as she thought about just what she had done, what she had been forced to do as her hands tightened around the coffee mug, made to perfection just how she liked it. There was no way she could tell him.


‘Hey Izu, I know you feel bad for letting that monster stay here but it's fine! I’m the one who let him fuck my face and pump his disgusting cum down my throat, betraying you and everything our marriage stands for, so we’re even! Come gimme a kiss and let’s see if you can still taste your best friend!’


Her stomach flipped and Ochako thought she might be sick as she looked down and took a miserable sip of her coffee, shivering at the way it slid down her throat before cringing as it gave her flashbacks to the hour she had spent guzzling mouthwash, scrubbing her mouth raw and trying to get rid of his vile taste.


“Ochako-”


“Izu-kun-”


Both heroes came to a stop as they tried to speak over each other, eyes meeting as they stared and burst down into a combination of nerdy snickers and musical, breathy giggles.


“You can go first Izu-”


“No no, tell me! I’m the one who, you know... made things worse.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his head sheepishly and missing the flash of pain which flew across her sweet face.


“Izuku, you don’t have to-”


“I do!” He interrupted firmly, stunning the bodacious rescue hero as he raised his voice at her before grinning weakly.


“I do… I’m the one who brought him here without asking, I knew you didn’t like him and tricked you into letting him stay here. It was rude and selfish of me, especially since you’re my wife!”


His knuckles lightly thunked against the side of his head as Ochako tried not to break down, smiling shakily as he failed to meet her gaze and all the while squashing down that brief flare of resentment.


‘Oh Izuku, It’s not you! I’m so sorry, I’m so so so sorry, but I can’t let you ruin your career! I’ll figure it out, just don’t blame yourself!’


She couldn’t say it to him though, couldn’t come clean and instead stewed in heart breaking silence as he ignorantly continued on.


“Maybe I can talk to him? I’ll… tell him he has to leave, I’m sure he can find another place to st-”


“NO!” 


Her shout made him jump as he looked up and, for a moment, thought he saw pure and unadulterated terror on her beautiful features. 


“I mean…” Ochako flushed and regained control of herself, fighting to calm her pounding heart as she grinned at him. “He’s your friend… right? It would be… wrong… of me to make you get rid of him. I’ll… I’ll just try to get along… with him.”


She sounded so lame, cringing at the pathetic way she had stammered throughout what she wanted to say. She couldn’t risk him talking to Chad, the pictures hanging over head like an invisible axe as her goofy husband lit up with a smile even brighter than All Might’s.


“Really?” He beamed, bouncing excitedly as he saw her nod. “That would be great and it's only for a little while! You’re the best! How did I ever get so lucky?” He murmured, looking at her with so much love it sat in her stomach like poison.


“Haha, yeah… lucky you…”


Izuku’s head cocked to the side as he looked towards the door and missed her grimace. Soon after, Ochako knew just why as the stomping footsteps of their thoughtless house guest caused her coffee to quiver. The idea of him walking in here, talking to her, talking to her husband was too much to bear as she fixed her eyes on the counter like a laser.


Her flinch as the door swung open went unnoticed by Izuku as he afforded a tight lipped smile to the source of all his problems.


“Morning Chad…” His face dropped slightly as the man in question just grunted back, stepping over to the living room coffee table and ignoring the mess he had made of the couch.


Ochako’s knuckles turned white at the blatant disrespect but she dared not look up, keeping track of him by the inaudible grumbling and heavy footsteps as she watched Izuku’s broad back bend at his attitude. Every fibre of her being wanted to straighten up, rip the creepy bastard to shreds and throw him out of both their lives but she couldn’t! As soon as she felt that old fire return she remembered. The taste of his cock, the filth gumming up her mouth as she cleaned him off, the sensation of his cum splashing over her tongue and down her throat to coat her stomach. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip and she almost drew blood as she squeezed her thick thighs together and rubbed at the light warmth sprouting to life there as she remembered getting showered in his viscous jizz, nipples hardening as she thought about how her ass had been put on display while her soiled body crawled away like some beaten bitch to the very kitchen where her husband stood now.


Her thoughts took a downwards turn as the deep, dark, what she thought was suppressed part of her blamed him. Her husband, the Pro Hero who couldn’t even tell how much she had been violated, the cracks in her heart and soul hidden but not invisible if he just cared to look. The anger spluttered to life and distracted Ochako from the wetness teasing her lower lips as she ground her teeth together and looked up at him, too unwilling to put that prick in his place as he chose to focus on his coffee while his friend walked around like he opened the place.


Ochako took a deep, calming breath to quell her anger, scolding herself for blaming Izuku in all of this.


‘You’re the one who slipped up. You sucked his cock and let him cum all over your face, YOU’RE the one who got off on it!’ Her bitter thoughts went wild and tore her up from the inside out as she heard the man of her nightmares coming towards them.


“Oi, Deku, where the fuck’s breakfast?”


SLAP!





Izuku almost managed to ignore him, trying to enjoy his coffee and remember how peaceful their mornings used to be until he heard the full force CLAP of a palm striking flesh. 


Izuku’s well honed heroic instincts went into overdrive, eyes shooting up and already running damage control, looking for just how hard Ochako had hit him, how to get them apart so they could both cool down.


‘So much for getting along! Ok Deku, just THINK, you’ve been fighting villains and criminals since you were a teenager, how hard can it be to save your friend from Ochako’s overprotective-... ness…’


Izuku short circuited for a moment as his mind went blank and he just simply stared.


Chad wasn’t bleeding, or mid air getting thrown onto his ass, or flinching or crying out in pain… He was just… looking at him.


Ochako on the other hand was… also looking at him. Still with both hands around her mug, arms on the table as she leant forward and stared into nothing with wide, disbelieving eyes. She didn’t seem to even be breathing and Izuku was the same. In mere seconds his One For All enhanced brain took in the image from an angle. 


His wife’s body seemed to move in slow motion to the Top 10 Hero. Her mouth dropped open and Izuku could almost see the blush forming across her face as he took note of her shock and examined the rest of her. Down her flank he looked, taking in her curvy beauty while gulping as he noticed her glorious breasts bouncing forward, clearly without a bra as her nipples hardened to be seen through her shirt and her back arched. The motion drew his gaze further, arousal stirring as her spine kinked and bounced those wonderfully plump bum cheeks into the air, moving out of sync as they jiggled to her body's motion and he finally found the cause.


The sound he heard wasn’t Ochako striking his friend across the face. It was his friend, five fingers splayed as he walloped Izuku’s wife across just one half of her absurdly fat rear. He could still see the shockwave travelling throughout her pyjama pants, rippling away from the point of impact as time finally resumed its normal pace and he heard her gasp.


Izuku didn’t know what to do, his chest felt numb and indecision ripped through him. He wasn’t sure if he should shout, leap, complain and so he left the heartache inducing image of his best friend’s nails digging into the love of his life’s backside and looked to her.





Ochako couldn’t get her lungs to breathe. A deathly silence had overcome the room, both halves to Japan’s number one power couple incapable of accepting what had just happened. Ochako could feel her bum burning, the sizzling sensation of a fiery red handprint rising to the surface as the man responsible continued to squeeze her lobe right in front of her husband!


Thoughts of her greatest companion churned her mind back into working order, looking up to his astonished expression as she waited for his response.


She waited… and waited… and waited…


‘Deku?’ Her thoughts seemed to whisper. ‘He… he just hit me. What are you doing? He-he just slapped your wife, ON THE ARSE, and his hand is still there! Aren’t… aren’t you going to do something? Scream? Shout?’


‘... save me?’


Her husband finally came back to life and her eyes brightened, staring as he-...


‘No. No, please, Izuku!’


The light dimmed and Ochako’s chest started burning as he didn’t fight for her, didn’t defend her, didn’t protect her. He just stood there… silently. And looked towards her.


So Ochako did the only thing she could do… creakingly, painfully smiled back at him and shook her head to tell him no.



 
Izuku looked to Ochako and wasn’t sure what to feel as she told him not to worry about it. Maybe it wasn’t as bad as he thought? Something tightened in his chest but looking at Chad only made it worse. It was wrong, Chad had always been crude but going that far… and then the look in his eye. The ache in his chest got fiercer and the only thing he could think to do was look away, not meeting either of their eyes as he tried to ignore the tense atmosphere in his kitchen and turned to head over to their stove.


“Ah, s-sure, Chad… what do you want?” His cheeks burned at the way he stuttered, reminiscent of how he used to be as a child before buckling down and grabbing the frying pan as Chad chimed in behind him.


“I don’t know but put a little effort into it will you? You kinda owe me after having me sleep on that shitty couch.”





Ochako’s lips curled as she watched her husband meekly walk away, finding she couldn’t bear to watch him as he just… gave in. Instead she turned her eyes over her shoulder and met Chad’s smug sneer with the fiercest glower she had ever produced.


“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She hissed, making sure to keep her voice down as Izuku bustled around at the other side of their massive kitchen.


“What do you think? Getting a feel for this big juicy ass of yours, obviously!” He snickered, joyfully fondling a handful as she shook from the anger. “I was kinda focused on your tits last night and it's probably one of the few places that I won't feel my own cum! Or yours.”


His leer made her insides burn and her pussy throb as she spun round to face the front again, watching her husband's muscular back as he remained oblivious.


“You’re lucky he didn’t kill you!” She muttered, startling as his other hand dropped down to join the first in bouncing her sexy dumptruck around in his palms, slapping it and grunting as both halves wobbled like jelly.


“Please, Izuku doesn’t have the balls. Doesn’t matter how hard he can hit now, once a pussy, always a pussy!”


His amusement almost made her lash out but Ochako couldn’t find the energy to fight him on it. Much like her husband, she simply hung her head and tried to ignore what was going on behind her. Her hips rolled as he got more and more handsy, squeezing, petting and slapping as much as he wanted.


‘At least he knows how to keep it down…’ She thought miserably.


Her submission hit its first bump in the road as she felt his fingers drifting before giving a full bodied jump as he swiped his nails down her ass crack. Quick thinking had her hands clamping over her lips, containing the squeak she had almost let loose as he spread her cheeks and poked at her asshole through her pyjama pants. The heat in her face got hotter and Ochako was sure her whole head had turned scarlett as a man not her husband pulled her bum apart before pushing it back together and slipping down.


She was painfully aware of the wetness between her thighs now, clenching her eyes shut in mortification as he wriggled his hand between her thick, tightly clenched thighs and had a feel around. Her spine stiffened as he dug deep enough to press the side of his hand against her lips, shuddering at the thought he could feel just how aroused she actually was.


“Ho ho, what's this?” Her humiliation increased as he smirked into her ear. “Ochako-chan, you feel like a furnace! Hmmmm~ such a naughty little housewife!” He snickered.


Ochako feared she would draw blood from how hard she was gripping her mouth, terrified of just what kind of noises she would make to draw her husband's attention as Chad began to saw his hand and wrist against her puffy labia.


The sensation made her moan deep in her chest, barely audible to him as he sped up his rubbing. The pleasure was spreading, warming her stomach and thighs as the wetness smeared against her panties, leaking onto her pyjamas while staying thankfully invisible against the dark shade of the fabric.


Without even realising it she had begun to rock with his motions, too focused on keeping Izuku in the dark as her legs spread of their own accord and made room for him to cup her steamy kitty in his palm through the stained material.


“You dirty little slut, you’ve got a lot of nerve forcing this soggy pussy against me while your husband tries to cook us breakfast!”


Chad's voice dripped with fake disappointment, mocking her as he ran his finger roughly against the crease of her slit, drawing out as much liquid as he could while she turned to beam hatred his way before pulling her hands away from her lips. Slowly fading finger marks were left behind from how hard she had been resisting the urge to moan, still panting as he rubbed circles on her clit and made her legs spasm.


“You bastARD!” She meeped, looking up fearfully to a still busy Izuku before glaring at Chad. “He’ll see you, stop fucking around and get your hands away from me!”


Her angry urging was slightly ruined by the way she kept looking between him and her unaware husband, whimpering as Chad pushed one finger hard against her crotch, denting it and forcing his burgundy swaddled finger shallowly past the entrance to her pussy. It made her rasp as he continued to dip his finger in and out of her lips, fingering her playfully with just the tip as more and more juices soaked her clothing.


Ochako’s flushed, sweaty forehead falling down to the table as he hummed consideringly and obeyed, giving one more spine tingling stir of his finger as he pulled away. The cool countertop soothed her and brought a certain amount of clarity back to her thoughts, even whilst she cursed herself for falling to such a state while her husband was mere meters away.


The little calm she’d managed to regain evaporated almost instantaneously though as she felt Chad’s hands slipping into the waistband of her pyjamas and panties before tugging them down. Dread overcame her as the comparatively cold air swatted her inflamed pussy lips and Ochako’s head swung down to stare, overcome with disbelief as she saw her underwear and pants stretched dangerously around her thick, muscular thighs. Her nostrils flared and words failed her as she saw the dark, incriminating wet spot she had left on the crotch, turning the light pink panties she’d worn to bed dark in the middle as she whimpered and smelt the aroused musk wafting up into her face.


“What are you doing!?” She whispered, gasping helplessly as he dragged his nails up her inner thighs.


His touch made her sensitive skin shiver but she had worse to worry about, choking on her tongue as she felt the same finger which had been diddling her return for the real thing. He didn’t rush, refused to ram it in but instead savoured the feeling of her cunny sitting literally in the palm of his hand. With a negligent curl he sunk the tip between her dewy petals but this time, to Ochako’s absolute despair, there was nothing stopping him from going further. At some point he must have forgotten to breathe as well, making Ochako’s ear twitch as she heard him drag in a deep breath of air before sinking his finger deep into her tunnel.


Ochako hated the nearly inaudible squelch it made as he penetrated her, hated how she could feel her walls clinging to his digit as he burrowed himself all the way up to the second knuckle. What she hated most of all though? The way her hips tipped to make way for him, her feet shuffling wider to offer up a place reserved for only Deku as her eyes rolled back and she came.


She was sure she tasted blood as her entire body trembled and thick, fragrant pussy cream frothed from her pussy lips to ooze out around his finger. Chad was never one to waste an opportunity though, using the hand she’d conveniently forgotten about to wrap around  her body and grip her face between his finger and thumb. 


With her brain rattled, panties down her legs and eyes in the back of her head it took no effort at all for him to turn her head to face him and crush his lips to her, abusing the silent gasp of shock at his audacity to sink his fat, wriggling tongue into her mouth and ravage her cavern. 


“HMMPH! Hngh~hhh~mmmmmm~”


Ochako knew her nipples were like diamonds as she whimpered into his mouth and met his tongue with her own, entangling them in a nasty, sloppy lip lock as her arousal ran away with her senses and drove her to open wide as he swiped his way along her gums, over her teeth and into every crevice hidden away behind her lips. Glassy eyes flicked to the corner of the kitchen where an oblivious Izuku continued to cook away, not once looking back as his friend fingered her gooey quim and drank down her saliva before forcing her to do the same with his own.


It was the gentle nibble of his teeth against her plump, swollen lower lip that broke Ochako out of her daze. With a heaving gasp she dragged herself away from him, insides on fire as her kitty purred beneath his stroking finger. Just as she thought she couldn’t take anymore her heart went from a thunderous beat to a slamming stop as she looked up just in time to see Izuku spinning around.


She’d made too much noise…


Izuku heard her!





The room was painfully silent for Izuku as he continued cooking, the sizzling of the pan his only distraction. Several times he thought he heard his wife and Chad murmuring behind him, but truthfully? Izuke didn't want to deal with whatever barbs they traded with each other. Maybe it was cowardly of him but he wanted to enjoy what little peace was left of his morning.


At least, that was the plan. Right up until he heard his wife gasp.


Nervous at the argument he was sure would break out any minute, Izuke nevertheless turned to investigate before coming to a stuttered stop as he looked over the counter and felt wrong.


It wasn’t anything clear to him but it just didn’t… add up? Something uncomfortable bubbled deep in his gut as he looked at the innocent image of Ochako still leaning on the table, hands in a death grip around the coffee he had so lovingly poured her while Chad stood behind her shoulder. But…


Wasn’t he a bit too close?


Izuku honestly would have expected Ochako to have said something by now but her eyes were too busy flicking between his and the phone Chad was holding right in front of her face. His chest was pressed tight to her shoulder and they seemed awfully… friendly for what he already knew of them. Not to mention, why was Ochako so red?


“You ok?” 


Her reaction did nothing to reassure him, her face flitting between terrified, embarrassed, angry and what he could only see as scandalised as she continued to look between him and the phone.


“She's fine.” Chad chuckled, flicking across the screen as Ochako looked to be nearly hyperventilating. “I was just showing her that new site I told you about, you know, the one where Pro Heroes can sell sexy pictures of themselves?”


His answer had Izuku blushing up a storm as he now fully realised just why his wife was so red. Not like Izuku had looked at it or anything, he’d never do something like that to Ochako, but he’d still come across it in his hero… research during his spare time.


“Yeah, I was asking if she knew anything about it but she had no idea! Here’s one you might know! Mina Ashido, AKA Pinky the Alien Queen?” His mocking tone turned unbearable as he slyly looked at Izuku’s flustered face. “Wanna take a peek?”


Chad begun tilting the phone towards him but stopped as he was interrupted by two simultaneous shouts of- 


“NO!”


Both Izuku and Ochako locked eyes with each other before nearly combusting on the spot. The pleading look in Ochako’s eyes made Izuku feel like the lowest of the low as he spun back to the stove, not daring to look back at the two while steam seemed to pour out of his ears.


“Pfft, pussy.” Chad muttered.


Izuku just grit his teeth and went back to the safety of his cooking.





Ochako kept her hand locked around Chad’s wrist, heart almost beating out of her chest as she desperately tried to calm her sporadic breathing.


‘That was too close! He almost, he-he-he almost-’


Ochako’s eyes dipped down and a fresh wave of wetness dripped onto her panties as she looked at the phone in her tormentor's grip. The lie had come so easily to him and like a chump Izuku had fallen for it, hook, line and sinker. After all, it wasn’t some nameless, shameless Heroine or her close friend and ex-classmate Mina… It was her.


Izuku had almost caught them, if he’d so much as looked a little closer he would have seen the bare expanse of her waist where her pyjamas should have been. He would have seen the sweat marks beneath her heaving breasts, the pointy peaks of her nipples giving away her arousal and exposing her for her betrayal.


He hadn’t though.


Chad was nothing if not resourceful, pressing close to her back and making her shiver as he whipped out his phone and gave the perfect cover. Except, it couldn’t have just been a blank screen. No, it needed to be a threat. Right there at the table her and Izuku had eaten breakfast for countless mornings, drank their coffee together and kissed each other goodbye before heading off to patrol. He had opened up his pictures and shown her every shameful moment of her humiliation.


Flick after flick of his thumb, Chad had gone through every picture he’d taken of her. From his positioning of her sleeping mouth behind his fat, disgusting cock to her bending over his lap to take him deep into her throat, all the way up to when he’d pulled out and did his best to drown her in his cum!


There was even a new one, taken moments ago that sent a thrilling sensation of self hatred mixed with lust through her entire body. It was a perfect picture and she didn’t even know when he had taken it, with her bent over the counter and her legs spread. The lighting perfectly captured how ready she looked with a thick dollop of pussy juice in the middle of dripping from her lips to splatter messily on the cum net that was her underwear. Her ass cheeks were glistening in the morning light, a light layer of sweat showing her exertion while the coup de grace, Deku, bumbled around ahead of them, completely unaware.


With one hand Chad had continued to slowly pump his finger teasingly in and out of her sopping pussy, the other holding his phone as he showed off to her just how he could ruin her, all while Deku had watched on in confusion… the perfect, unassuming cuck.


Ochako could hear Chad shuffling behind her still exposed backside, hating the way her insides tensed in nervousness and anticipation as he finally unplugged his finger from her hole. Instead of relief though, Ochako felt an emptiness that threatened to swallow her whole, screaming her frustration behind the curtains of her subconscious as she lightly panted through her suffering.


The grazing sensation of something, thick, fleshy and slimy sent Ochako into a fit of foreboding, adding new teeth marks to her lip as she refused to look down and confront what she knew was there. She almost convinced herself she could hold out as well. That is, until she was hit by the smell. It was just as musky as she remembered, a scent from her nightmares that had her breaking out in a fresh wave of sweat. Despite all her negative thoughts though, Ochako’s nose still twitched, her eyes still fluttered as she took a long, deep sniff and before she knew it, she was looking down.


Ochako had hoped that her mind had overexaggerated what she had been through. But it hadn’t, and her cunt practically writhed in excitement as she ran her gaze over every vein, every stray hair. Every, single, jaw breaking INCH of Chad’s monster cock where it had squeezed itself between her thighs and over her panties.


It was just as she’d remembered it. The head was fat, throbbing an angry red as the veins bulged vulgarly while smegma basically leaked from beneath his wrinkly foreskin. Ochako had almost thought he’d lied to her about his quirk but no, she knew perfectly well just how clean she’d left that beast. Saliva pooled beneath her tongue as she thought back to how she’d been forced to scrape his helmet clean of stinky dick cheese while he’d cheered her on and groped her chest.


“Did you miss it?” HIs husky voice rolled over her ear. “It sure missed you. That’s not surprising though, it’s hard to find a slut as depraved as you, willing to humiliate herself so easily!”


His taunts did her a favour, bringing back that familiar rage that could so easily distract her from the tingling where her nipples brushed against her shirt, the heat between her thighs forgotten as she turned her head to stare menacingly at him. It was as she went to open her mouth that he threw her into the deep end once more though.


“So, Ochako!” He was loud and Ochako felt her heart stutter as she saw Izuku start to pay attention without looking, still cooking as he cocked his head.


“I know you said this isn't your thing, but surely you can appreciate a good piece of meat when you see it!”


His fingers played with the phone but Ochako had no misconception about what he was really talking about, pressing his bare hips into her plush back side and sandwiching his fertile cock between her soft thighs while Izuke seemed to sag at his supposedly objectifying comment.


“I-I don’t know what you’re t-t-talking about!” She stammered, red faced as Chad chuckled right next to her head.


“Now, now, don’t be shy just because Izuku’s finally paying attention! You were awfully opinionated when we last spoke about it?” His innocent tone made her jaw tense but she was watching her husband like a hawk and she could tell he was very interested.


“W-well…” She scrambled for something to say, ignoring the way Chad had pushed himself closer to her rump. “I was just saying I… I thought it looked really-HARD!” She gasped, and for a moment? She thought the game was up.


Just as she had gone to wing her way out of danger, Chad decided that feeling her hot, sticky thighs alone wasn’t enough. No, he wanted more, and so he’d perfectly positioned himself to push forward and up so that the top of his fat grimy schlong was pressed into her wet and welcoming pussy lips. It was so big that her entire snatch felt its pressure, warm and bumpy as it squeezed itself tighter to bathe itself in her freely flowing honey while she drizzled him in her arousal.


“O-oh, is that right?” Izuku’s hesitant curiosity shocked Ochako out of her euphoria, bringing her back down to earth and away from the pleasure as her thighs squeezed down on the log keeping them spread while her heart beat faster.


‘Focus Ochako, he could turn around at any moment! Stop thinking about how fucking thick it is or how you’re basically dripping all over that bastard! Izuku’s right there, all he has to do is turn around and he’ll see you straddling his best friend's cock while his big, strong, m-m-MANLY hands keep you pinned!’


Ochako was almost hysterical as her eyes faded out of focus and Chad began to rock, softly thrusting between her cunt lips to the tune of his hips smacking into her fat ass, the pat-pat-pat seemingly only audible to the two of them.


“Hnnngh, y-yeah! Just THINK about it…” She jerked, a moan slipping from her lips that Chad only barely managed to cover up with a hasty cough.


“They spend so much time on patrol, working such loooong~ hours, only to come home and do a little EXTRA!” The husky sigh she let loose as Chad’s cock scratched an itch she didn’t even know she had disappeared behind a hasty, strained laugh as she scratched her cheek.


“Uh, I guess so? I suppose it must be tough keeping up with your Hero work with a little extra added on huh?”


It was a miracle Izuku didn’t feel the way her eyes were burning into his back, incapable of looking anywhere else as she began to sway back on the balls of her feet before getting shoved forward again by the hips sinking into her bum.


“Oh nooo Izuku, It’s a LOT!” She snapped, startled by the way Chad leaned back and started grinding against her from a new angle, putting extra pressure on her clit that made Ochako want to melt.


Subsequently, Izuku started to turn his head to look at her, now concerned by the breathiness as she spoke until-


“DON’T YOU DARE TAKE YOUR EYES OFF THAT FOOD!” 


Izuku jumped almost a foot in the air as she barked at him, back going ram-rod stiff as his wife licked her lips and rolled her hips against the man at her rear, bouncing back against him a little harder as sparks began to dance across the hood of her clit. Dazed eyes opened up and Ochako knew she couldn’t stop what was happening… Therefore, the only way to save her marriage was to keep him on the defensive and away from her shamelessnes!


“I had a bad night last night and I’m really looking forward to that breakfast!”


The emphasis she put on her words made Izuku slump as he remembered how he wasn’t quite off the hook yet, staring dejectedly into the pan like a whipped puppy as Ochako’s lip quivered behind him.


‘I’m sorry Izuku but it’s for the sake of our marriage, just, just, just stay there until i'm finished! We’re almost there, I’m almost, almost, almOOOOOH!’ The thoughts in her head went haywire as a miniature orgasm crackled through her insides, making her legs shake as she continued to push back against Chad’s thrusting.


Thick fingers on her thighs made Ochako turn her flushed and sweaty face to meet her seducer's gaze, whimpering lightly as he scratched a long red line up the side of her leg, tickling as it traced her kneecap before halting at her hip.


“Squeeze those legs together cunt!” He grunted into her ear, making Ochako shudder at his moist breath as his pumping sped up. “I wanna feel you sandwiching my cock between those fat fucking thighs!”


The degradation made her heart burn, but not nearly as bad as her slit when she obeyed without a moment's hesitation, clamping her legs together and giving a high pitched moan at his fire poker of a dick as it spurned her cunt to gush.


“O-ochako?” Izuku’s voice made her lips turn down as she closed her eyes tight, ignoring everything wrong with what was happening as she focused on the pleasure.


“I j-just can’t wait for food to be ready!” Her toes curled as another miniature orgasm raced through her and she felt Chad’s lips nip at the back of her neck. “It’s almost done, right?”


Izuku flinched, Ochako had never sounded so… assertive.


‘She must really be mad…’ He thought sadly.


Meanwhile, right behind his back, Ochako had actually been pointing her anger towards Chad, scratching impotently at the countertop and letting go of her mug as he smugly panted into her hair.


“Hah, hah, hah, yeah it’s coming, you sick little cum slut! Are you that eager for your fix?” Chad sounded gleeful as the pressure from Ochako’s silky smooth legs massaged his length, sweaty balls thumping against the plumpness of her thighs as she straightened her legs to push back against him firmly.


“Sh-sh-shut up! I hate this! I hate YOU!” She snarled, even as her eyes crossed at a particularly harsh pump.


“Hngh, oh yeah? Maybe i’d believe you, if you weren’t holding me so tight while you humped my fat cock like a bitch in heat! Bitch sounds about right, you’re so wet it’s almost like you’ve pissed yourself!”


Ochako thought she might faint as the dirty talk began to rev her engine like nothing else, thoughts about how Izuku had never made her feel this dirty, this wet, so humiliated!


“Just hurry up and cum you bastard!” She tried to sneer but it sounded more like begging, pushing Chad closer to the edge as he sniffed her sweet smelling hair and licked the sweat off her neck.


“Oh, I’m gonna cum you nasty jizz rag! These pudgy legs of yours are finally good for something huh? As my personal dick massager!”


Ochako grit her teeth and refused to even respond, her shame pushing her higher as she leaned back against his bulk and looked down at the disgusting cock helmet disappearing between her legs only to come rocketing back out.


Chad’s hands left her legs and Ochako yelped as he ripped her tight Froppy shirt up and over her massive chest, exposing her bullet like nippes ot the air as her entire meaty body jiggled for anyone to see.


“What’s going on with yo-”


“DON’T RUIN THIS OR I SWEAR TO GOD DEKU!” Her shout almost made Izuku wet himself as he nearly tore something aborting his rotation to focus back on the food.


“A-a-alright, I was just worried-”


“I spilled some coffee, you happy!? Just focus on me and Chad’s breakfast!” Her accent came out to play as Izuku dejectedly seasoned the food, too afraid to look at his wife.


“O-ok, jeeze…”


A great whoosh of air left Ochako’s lungs as she not only avoided exposing her infidelity to Izuku but felt Chad’s rough hands take one massive tit in each palm, squeezing her thick nipples between his fingers as she bit her hand to keep herself quiet.


“Fuuuuck that’s a good look!” He moaned, fucking her thigh-pus sy harder as he saw her childish T-shirt bunched up around the top of her hot and sweaty breasts while rolling them around in his palms.


“Hnnnngh~ fuck off and hurry UP! This is all your fault, you ruined everything!” She whimpered back to him, a harsh twist of her nipples making her tongue shoot out as her body shook.


“You want my cum so badly cunt!? Fine! Here it comes!” He snarled.


Ochako’s eyes rolled back briefly as he tried his best to rub her pussy raw with the top of his cock, making her inner thighs burn deliciously as he took a nipple between both thumbs and forefingers before pulling them as far as they would go.


It made her whole chest stick out and Ochako’s lustful thoughts revelled in the image she had in her head, with her getting fucked from behind with her pants around her knees and her tongue hanging out, tits bouncing wildly in the air as her husband remained none the wiser!


It wrung her last, violent orgasm from her body, the juice from her arousal pooling beneath her bare feet as it ran down her leg, the muscles there and in her core spasming uncontrollably as she came her brains out!


A throbbing beneath her legs dragged dreamy eyes towards the cock bucking beneath her hold. After a moment admiring just how big it was she felt a modicum of sense return as she focused on it and remembered.


Remembered just how much he came!


Adrenaline ripped the shaky ecstasy from her thoughts and Ochako furiously began to shake her head from side to side, sweat matted hair swatting her in the face as she let go of the counter to hold onto his hips behind her and try to push him away.


“S-s-stop! Stop fucking pumping, you’re gonna cum! There’s nowhere for it to go, Deku’s gonna figure it out!” She squawked, breathless.


“You silly bitch, that’s not my problem!” He grunted into her ear, feeling his nuts clench as the tip of his penis began to dilate. “Figure it the fuck out!”


Ochako’s sex beaten body couldn’t find the strength to fight him off and, even worse, she didn’t want to! Instead, her eyes frantically looked from side to side, trying to find something that could hold him back or contain his massive load.


It almost seemed hopeless as she looked around before pausing. Her stare never wavered as she looked at her mug.


The coffee.


The coffee Izuku had made her.


Without a second thought she lifted it up and slammed it back, gulping it down in one massive mouthful while squealing in the back of her throat as the boiling hot liquid splashed down her chin to land on her sensitive, wobbling breasts.


Chad’s hips pumped once, twice and finally a third time before he slammed himself against her ass and came. His shaft ground against her lower lips as it almost seemed to vibrate before unloading the first of its gargantuan load. 


It was thanks to Ochako’s skill, reflexes trained with the idea of saving as many people as she could and honed by fighting villains, that she managed to get the large mug down and below his massive flexing tip right as the first chunky spurt erupted from his cock.


A sigh of relief slipped past her lips before gulping as she realised just how fast it was filling up! Her whole body drooped and Ochako thought she might cry as she felt his girthy nuts continue to flex against the backs of her legs, tickling her lower ass cheeks as he held himself against her warm, curvy body and continued to cum.


‘It’s not enough… it’s not enough! I need something else, I need, I need…’ Her heart skipped a beat as she focused on the thick, milky liquid, with its texture like warm syrup as she remembered the horrors from before. How he tasted, hot it felt, how it hadn’t left her alone.


Her tongue slipped out to flick over her lip and Ochako’s body felt like it was on autopilot as she cupped Chad’s fat dick tip with her silky soft palm, ignoring the way his cum splashed off her hand to land on her underwear as she brought the mug up past her tits to her lips and began to chug.


Chad watched on in awe as Ochako slammed a mugs worth of his jizz back like it was nothing, her throat working overtime even as dribbles of cum escaped the corners of her lips to leak down her chin.


Her underwear was getting heavy, thoroughly soaked with load after messy load as it began to slide down her legs from the weight. It was with wide eyes that Ochako finished her drink and immediately dropped it down for a refill that she realised it still wouldn’t be enough.


That was when her saviour came to the rescue.


Ochako almost cried tears of joy as she felt Chad reach around her flushed tits to take a hold of the mug. She didn’t have time to wonder why, Izuku was almost done cooking and she needed this to be done!


The scraping of her gunked up panties down her legs caught her attention and Ochako awkwardly reached down to drag them back up. It was as she got a hold of them, feeling the material squelch in her hand as she bent in two via some lewd, whorish squat that she saw salvation. As she’d stretched down, her hand had smeared the cum dripping from her appendage along her leg.


His jizz was so thick that it stuck there.


She had no time to lose, her cum addled mind not giving her any other options as she felt Chad bring the now full mug up to her lips, tilting her head back as he forced her to swallow another pint of his steamy load.


Her palm cupped his spurting tip, gathered a handful of his nut and slapped it onto her belly! Izuku seemed to have learnt his lesson as he focused on the stove, adding the finishing touches and ignoring the sounds behind him as Ochako chugged his best friends dick milk desperately while using said friends ejaculate like body paint.


It went everywhere, with Ochako looking like the mistress of efficiency as she filled one palm and replaced it with another, wiping musky nut gunk all over her legs, her thighs, across her stomach and along her lower back. An obscene, gurgling moan bubbled from her putrid lips as she eagerly wiped a thick coating all over her breasts, making sure to get under and between her massive mammaries before gasping gratefully as the now empty coffee mug dropped down for another refill.


Gulp-gulp-glug-glug


Splurt-splurch-sploosh


Ochako had no idea how much time had passed but she was now thoroughly caked in Chad’s cum. Her armpits felt especially clogged as she pinned them down tight to hold her treasure away while quietly, hungrily gasping for breath.


“Ho~ly shit…” It showed just how exhausted Ochako truly was as she didn’t even react to his amazement. “I thought we’d have some fun but that… Uraraka Ochako, you might be the most genuine whore to ever guzzle my load!”


Ochako didn’t acknowledge him, swallowing to try and force a particularly stubborn nugget of cock snot down and into her stomach as her belly screamed at her that it couldn’t take anymore. The fleshy baseball bat slipped out of her pussy/thigh death grip and slapped down wetly against Chad’s own leg where he grabbed it and jerked the last few viscous strands out and onto her ass cheeks, filling her crack like a dessert before one handedly managed to tuck it away, supporting her woozy, swaying body with just one palm.


“Can you-” Ochako gagged, almost throwing up as she tried to force the words out. “Can you p-p… pull my panties up?... please?” 


The jizz stuffed Rescue Hero was eternally grateful that he didn’t make some wise cracking comment, simply grabbing her messy underwear and dragging it up to squish lewdly against her pussy, followed quickly by her equally sodden pyjama pants. If she noticed the way he dragged her panties to lie sexily, high up on her waist she didn’t mention it.


Ochako felt numb, even as she gave a hot little whine at her knickers pressing against her pussy while softly rubbing her ass in his lap.


Her shaky hand came up as she gripped the hem of her T-shirt before pulling it back down over her still heaving ta-ta’s. She shivered as the edge scraped over her sensitive nipples and the fabric immediately began to darken as Chad’s thick cum sank into it. Ochako said nothing as she steadied herself on two wobbly legs and limpingly, drunkenly started to hobble towards the door, feeling Chad’s eyes on her ass as she swung it open.


“Alright, finally! Food’s done guys, here’s your plate-... Ochako?” Izuku. Proud, loyal Izuku, excited to make his girlfriend's day better by showing off the meal he had made for them turned to find her standing halfway through the door, slumped against it and refusing to turn around.


“Where are you going… It’s… It’s ready?”


The room was utterly silent as she stood there, not moving a muscle as she hovered.


“... I’m not very hungry.”


The door swung shut firmly behind her, leaving her cutely freckled hunk of a husband to stare after her helplessly.


It was only the sound of ceramic scraping across the table that woke him from his funk, just in time to see Chad tucking into both his plate of food as well as the one he had painstakingly prepared for Ochako.


“Not bad…” He muttered, devouring it as flecks of food flew everywhere. “Took you fucking long enough though.”


Izuku just sighed as he sat down to start his own food, suddenly not very hungry as he pushed it around his plate and looked over to where Ochako had been sitting.


“Huh…” He hummed, Chad looking at him out the corner of his eye. “When did Ochako start having cream with her coffee?”





Ochako, hair casting a shadow down over her eyes as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror with both hands on the sink looked up from her stewing as harsh, mocking and unkind laughter erupted from the kitchen. With a sigh she turned on the tap and began trying to wipe away as much of the stale cum oozing from every crack and corner of her body.


It wouldn’t be enough.


‘I’m gonna need a shower…’

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