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The open air café at which Ochako Uraraka and Izuku Midoriya were enjoying an afternoon coffee was a busy one. All around, people crowded the tables, while others walked past them and through the plaza, on their way to and from other places. This was unfortunate, because Ochako was getting up to some things that definitely weren’t suitable for the public eye. What was fortunate, however, was the tablecloth that covered most of what she was doing. It couldn't hide Izuku's red face, though, or the way he squirmed in his seat and clutched at his coffee cup.

"Ochako," he muttered, leaning over the table and trying to make it look like he was engaging her in a perfectly normal conversation, "this is really embarrassing."

"I know," she murmured back, with a smirk. "Getting a footjob from your girlfriend in the middle of all these people. You must be mortified."

"Totally humiliated."

"And yet, I don't hear you asking me to stop."

Beneath the table, shoe abandoned, her foot ground against his crotch, her big toe and the one next to it spread around the bulge she was raising in his pants. He shivered, groaned low and quiet.

"Don't worry," Ochako said, taking a sly sip of her coffee. "I'm not going to finish you off."

"Good?" Izuku wasn't sure whether it was or not. However he might feel about her kink for sneaky public stuff, she could certainly do magic with her feet.

"We'll save that for the train home." She grinned, and kept on rubbing. Izuku leaned back and let her continue.

A few tables away, someone sat leaning on her elbows and sipping cola through a straw. She watched Ochako and Izuku's antics, the pair of them magnified thanks to her quirk, and fully visible and outlined in the bright primary colours of thermal vision thanks to technology. Izuku's loins in particular turned redder and redder as the heat rose in them, shading to orange as the darker red trail of Ochako's leg did its work.

The voyeur giggled. "How naughty," said Mei Hatsume. She reached up to her glasses and touched a place on the frame. The infrared image disappeared, and she blinked a couple of times as real colour returned. She relaxed the muscles in her eyes, and her perspective zoomed back into something more normal.

"They might just be the right ones after all."

Two days later, Mei loitered outside the building where Ochako rented her offices, from where, Mei had discovered through careful research, she coordinated both her superheroics and her gradually expanding merchandising and advertising empire. Browsing her phone, making every effort to look casual, like she had no place particular to be, Mei waited.

Right on time, Ochako showed up, pushing open the building's glass door, bidding someone goodbye. Mei got up, stuffed her phone in her pocket and strode purposefully towards her.

"Hey! Uravity!" she called, waving. Ochako turned towards her, clearly expecting a fan, but then a look of recognition passed over her face.

"Mei! I haven't seen you in forever. When was the last time...?"

Mei grinned. "That Yuuei alumni thing I think."

"I remember. Oh boy, that was the one-"

"Where you had a little too much punch and started levitating random people."

Ochako blushed. "I'm never gonna live that down. Anyway, how have you been."

"Busy, you know," Mei said, airily waving her hand. "Lots of work, lots people trying to poach me for their companies."

"Lots of inventions, too. Those stabilisers for people who can fly were yours, weren't they?"

"Yep." There was a hint of pride in Mei's voice. The stabilisers let fliers go even faster and turn more sharply, and Mei considered them one of her better ideas. "You've used them?"

"Well, you know I don't exactly fly, but they work pretty good in zero G, too."

"Ooh, wow, that's giving me some ideas. Maybe there's a market for floaty quirks?"

"You make it, I'll star in the commercials."

They chatted some more, while Mei slowly built up her courage, until she finally felt ready to drop the bomb.

"So, anyway," she said, "I actually kind of saw you a couple of days ago."

"Oh yeah?" said Ochako. "Whereabouts?"

"That café. The outdoor one."

"Ah. Nice place."

Mei might have been imagining it, but there seemed to be a hint of very carefully cultivated nonchalance in Ochako's tone. She forged on.

"And...I kind of saw what you and Izuku were doing."

Ochako blushed, but her voice turned frosty. "And what exactly were we doing? Actually, no. How did you know what we were doing? We were pretty well hidden."

"I have a pair of glasses," Mei said, thinking it better to be honest. "They've got thermal imagers in them."

"So you were spying on us?"

"Yes! No. Umm, yes, but it was really a spur of the moment thing."

This was not going how Mei had anticipated. Later, she'd reflect that 'hey, I saw you giving your boyfriend a footjob in public' probably wasn't the best opening gambit, but for now she just tried to bluster through.

"Look, I have a proposition-"

Ochako's eyes narrowed. "Are you trying to blackmail me?"

"Nononono," Mei said, holding up her hands. "Definitely not. I promise, your secret is totally safe with me. I just have an idea that I think you might be interested in."

Ochako relaxed a fraction. "Well, I guess the Mei I know wouldn't screw me over. What is it?"

"It's kind of...look, perhaps we could talk about it on the phone. Later tonight?"

Mei tensed while she waited for Ochako's reply. "Alright. I'll listen to what you have to say. But no promises."

"Yes! Thanks, Ochako. You won't regret this. And if you hate my idea, I won't bother you again."

"Alright. Got a pen?"

They swapped numbers, parted with goodbyes that were about as convivial as they could be under the circumstances. Mei rode the train home, trembling, scarcely able to believe things had gone so well. Maybe there had been a better way of going about it, but hey, it had worked, hadn't it? She'd certainly gotten Ochako's attention.

That evening, in her apartment, Mei paced around, distractedly tidying things, flicking on the TV then switching it off again, picking up books then putting them down. Her phone lay on the coffee table, and every so often she'd glance at it anxiously, wondering whether it was too early to call Ochako. Too late? Had she missed her chance?

She couldn't wait any longer. Mei grabbed her phone, pulled up the dialler and tapped in Ochako's number, pausing after each digit to make sure she'd got it absolutely right. She pressed call, and listened to the dial tone with bated breath.

It seemed to ring forever. At last there was a click, and then Ochako's voice: "Hello? Is that you, Mei?"

"Hi, Ochako. It's me. Thanks for talking to me today. And uh, not throwing me into the stratosphere. I know it was kind of awkward, me dropping that on you."

"Kind of. And I admit, I was a little tempted to see how high I could send you."

Mei chuckled. "I'm glad you didn't. Anyway, I'll get to the point. Basically, like I said, your secret is safe. I'm not going to tell anyone. If you don't like what I'm saying at any point, just hang up, or tell me to go to hell, or something."

"Alright. Go on."

"So, I guess since you're doing things with Izuku in public, you're both pretty kinky, right?"

"You could say that."

"Have you ever thought about, mmm, not threesomes exactly, but, maybe watching him with another woman?"

There was silence. Mei bit her knuckles while she waited for a response.

"You haven't, you know, been spying on us anywhere else, have you?" said Ochako, quite slowly.

"No. Definitely not. Cross my heart."

"It's just me and Deku have been talking about something like this."

Yessss! Mei cheered internally. She was in, if she kept on playing her cards right.

"We've just been looking for the right person," Ochako continued. She half sounded as though she was thinking aloud.

"You, me and Izuku always got on pretty well at school, didn’t we?" Mei ventured.

"True."

"So, why not me?"

More silence, until Mei, fearing the line had gone dead, said "Hello?"

"I'm still here," said Ochako. "Just thinking about it. I kind of get why you were following us around now."

"Yeah. It's a little difficult to go up to someone and ask 'hey, can I fuck your boyfriend?' unless you know they're into kinky stuff. I really just wanted to make sure."

"Look, I'd have to talk to Deku. I can't really guarantee anything, he's a bit more shy about this stuff than I am. But, if he agrees...maybe we could arrange it."

"Great! That's amazing. But umm, there is one other thing..."

"Oh boy. Go on."

Okay. Deep breath, Hatsume. Make or break time.

"I want Izuku to get me pregnant."

Ochako's previous silences were a cacophony compared to this one. At last she said: "You don't ask for much, do ya? I really don't think Deku's going to go for that. I mean, me and him, we've only just started talking about children recently. And since when do you...?"

"I want to be a mother," Mei said, surprised at the passion she put into those few words. "My work doesn't leave much room for a social life, and I never really hit it off with guys. But I think I'd be a great mum. And, well, I always kinda liked Izuku."

She bit her lip, sure she'd killed any chances she'd had. Ochako seemed willing to talk it through some more, though.

"What about legal stuff, things like that? Who's responsible?"

"It'll be entirely my responsibility," said Mei. "I'll sign papers saying that, if you need me to. Think of it as a sperm donation, only a little more fun."

"This is a heck of a lot to take in," Ochako said. "I'm definitely going to need to think about it. And talk with Izuku."

"I understand. But you are going to talk about it?"

"Yeah. I am. You're our friend Mei. Even if you were spying on us. We'll help you if we can."

"Thank you, Ochako! I mean that, thank you so much!" Mei's lips was trembling, and she could feel the tears gathering in her eyes. She hadn't expected to get this emotional.

"Don't thank me yet. We still need to decide."

"Right. Of course. Take as long as you need."

"Okay, well. I'll give you a call when we know."

"Okay. Bye Ochako, and thank you again."

"No problem. See you."

There was a bleep as Ochako's phone disconnected, and Mei dropped hers back on the coffee table. She sank heavily into the sofa, running a hand through the thick pink locks of her hair. Hugging herself, she broke into a broad smile, then reminded herself not to get too excited. It might still not happen. But it might.

Mei's anticipation kept her from sleeping that night, but there was no news until the next evening, when she got a text from Ochako saying: 'talked with deku. still deciding.'

And so it was for the next few days. Mei got up, went to work, designed her gadgets, came home, went to bed and consistently failed to sleep. She laid awake, every fibre thrumming with hope and anxiety.

Then, one evening, she got a call. 'Ochako', read her phone. She lunged for it, fumbled it, and after a few heart-stopping seconds juggling it in the air, caught it and answered.

"Hey, Ochako," she said, as casually as possible.

"Hi Mei," Ochako replied. "How's things?"

"Not bad, not bad," said Mei, while part of her screamed for Ochako to quit the small talk. "Yourself?"

"I'm good. So..."

"Sooooo."

"I've talked it through with Deku."

"Great! And..."

"He loves the idea. And, well, he's happy to get you pregnant, if that's really what you want."

Mei punched the air, biting down on the urge to scream for joy. "That's great! And how about you?"

"Honestly, the more I think about it, the more I like it. The thought of watching him-" Ochako's voice went dreamy, "-it just feels really hot."

"So we're doing this?"

"Oh yeah. We're doing it."

"Yessss! Thank you so much! Umm, what's the plan, then?"

"We're going to book a hotel room, if that's alright for you. Figured we might as well make it special."

Mei grinned. "Somewhere classy, I hope?"

"You bet. I'll let you know when we have somewhere pinned down."

"Okay. Seriously, thank you again, Ochako. You have no idea how much this means to me."

"Well, I guess I was a little weirded out at first. But thank you to coming to me. Me and Deku, we just needed that little push to try this."

"Glad I could be of assistance," said Mei, modestly.

Ochako chuckled. "Alright, we'll see ya soon. Somewhere classy."

"Somewhere classy. Bye!

"Bye."

A click, a dead connection. Mei dropped her phone on the sofa and leapt about her apartment cheering until her neighbours banged on the wall. Panting, she went to the fridge, grabbed a celebratory can of beer and cracked it open. It'd be her last chance for a while, after all.

Again, Mei couldn't sleep that night, and stewed in a state of slight inebriation and extreme horniness. Unable to bear the idea of waiting, she stuck her hand down her pajama bottoms, rubbed her fingers up and down her slit. Her juices began to flow almost immediately, running in rivulets down her thighs, soaking into the cotton of her pants. She moaned aloud and thrusted her hips into the air, reaching under her shirt to claw at her breast, fantasising that it was Deku doing these things to her. His hard, lean body, those kind green eyes; transient images flittered through her mind, aggravatingly insubstantial when she was so close to having the real thing. Mei drove her fingers into herself, pressed down hard on her sweet spot and thumbed her clit. With gritted teeth and eyes squeezed shut, she ripped a shuddering climax out of herself, falling back into her sheets with a sigh.

She slept after that, but fitfully, her dreams full of similar teasing images.

The day after, Mei was bus in her workshop when her phone buzzed. A text, from Ochako. A time. A room number. An address, that a quick search revealed to be a love hotel. A classy one, Mei was pleased to note.

At the end of the day, Mei raced home. She showered, resisting the urge to masturbate again, determined to save herself for Izuku and Ochako. Wrapped in a towel, she spent about half an hour picking out the perfect outfit.

Eventually, she settled on a sleeveless, shimmering blue dress that ended just above her ankles, complemented by tall black heels. In choosing her underwear, she was determined to give Izuku (and Ochako, if she was so inclined) a treat, and went for her laciest white bra and panties, matching them with stockings and a garterbelt.

Mei dressed slowly, admiring herself in her mirror. When she'd decked herself out in her lingerie, she paused for a moment, contemplating how different she'd look in a few months. She doubted she'd be able to wear this fancy stuff for a while. Holding her hands out in front of her belly, she wondered just how big she'd get. She smiled. It'd be worth it.

Next, she pulled on her dress, and with some contortions managed to zip it up. Sitting down carefully so as not to crease it, she slipped on her shoes. She stood back up and twirled in front of the mirror.

"Angles," she said. The mirror shimmered and split into four segments, each showing her from a different side. Pretty though Ochako might be, Mei didn't think she needed to worry about Izuku comparing her unfavourably.

One phone call and a small dent in her bank account later, and a sleek black cab with tinted windows and a silent driver rolled up outside her apartment. She took the elevator down and climbed in the back of the car, gave her chauffeur the hotel's address and settled back.

It was a short ride to the hotel. The taxi purred to a stop, and the driver got out to open the door for Mei. With nothing more than a "Good evening, ma'am," he got back in and drove away, leaving Mei by herself.

The hotel was as discreet as the cab service: a squat three-storey building, most of the windows blocked by thick red curtains, save for a few where lights in various colours shone out. The glass-fronted lobby, plain and anonymous, could have belonged to any hotel chain anywhere, save for the complete lack of a concierge. The illusion of privacy was strong, but Mei would have bet that the technology that went into running an unmanned reception gathered and retained far more data than a person ever could have. Still, she appreciated the gesture. Having your visit bundled up into a ball of aggregate statistics was a lot easier than looking someone in the eye and knowing that they knew that you were thinking, 'yes, I'm here to fuck.'

A large touchscreen on one wall displayed a list of rooms numbers. Mei tapped the one Ochako had given her, and there was a click as an intercom connected.

"Mei?" said Ochako's voice.

"That's me."

"Hi Mei!" Izuku. The first time Mei had heard him in ages. The man who'd be, well, cumming in her tonight. Her stomach did a backflip.

"H-hi, Izuku! Great to hear you again."

"Come on up," said Ochako. There was a beep, and a slot below the screen dispensed a keycard.

"Two floors up, fifth door on the left," said Izuku helpfully. "See you soon."

Mei took the card, and headed to the door that led to the stairwells. A swipe of the key unlocked it, and she made her ascent.

Two floors up. Fifth door on the left. Deep breath. Knock knock.

Ochako flung the door open, cried "Mei!" and embraced her in a hug. A far cry from the suspicious girl she’d approached a few days back. Ochako released her and stepped back, hands still on her shoulders.

"Wow, you look incredible. I didn't expect you to be so...glitzy. I feel underdressed."

In fact, Ochako was wearing a perfectly nice top and a pair of shorts, but Mei concurred, and appreciated the fact that it made her feel all the more glamorous.

"Come on in," Ochako said, gesturing her inside. Mei did so, and Ochako shut the door behind her.

The lights were dimmed, although Ochako and Izuku had apparently decided to not employ any of the fancy coloured lighting features the rooms offered. Red carpet, luxurious paper on the walls and silk sheets on the bed. Classy, just as she'd asked. And there, looking a little lost in the middle of it all, was Izuku.

His hair, black with that sort of green, beetle's wing shine to it, was just as messy as Mei remembered. His cheeks were just a freckled. And his eyes were just as playful and kind, his smile as wide, radiating genuine joy at the sight of her.

"Hi Mei," he said, and long since sublimated desires came rushing back to her all at once. "I hope this is all okay. We haven't done anything like this before."

"Ah, it's fine!" she replied. "I haven't either. And um, hi. It's really good to see you again."

"Same."

An awkward silence descended. Another one came crashing down after it.

"So..." said Izuku.

"Mmhmm." said Mei.

"I'm gonna get you pregnant tonight, huh?"

"That's the plan."

"Oh my God, you two," said Ochako, coming up behind them. She patted Mei's bottom, sent her tottering forward a couple of steps.

"There's no need to be weird. We know what we're here for. I'll be right over here if you need me."

She sauntered over to a sofa, flung herself down on it and picked up a bottle of something, watching intently.

"I guess we should..." Izuku began, before Mei launched herself at him, wrapped him in her arms and kissed the line of his jaw with a passion that surprised her and certainly surprised him.

Izuku was slow to react at first, arms hanging uselessly at his sides, but as Mei moved to press her lips against his, he opened his mouth, invited her in. His tongue was warm and wet and strong, and he'd clearly gotten a lot of practice with Ochako. It wasn't Mei's first kiss, but it was the first that had any chance of going any further. No denying it, he was better than her. Still, she wasn't going to give in. She dabbed and darted, learning how to meet and merge with him, showing him her desire.

It worked. Izuku raised his arms, wrapped one around Mei's waist, pulling her in, pressed his other hand against her back. She felt the power in him: his adopted quirk a complete part of him, dormant but tangible beneath his considerable natural strength.

She let him take control, and he leaned in, tipping her back on her heels. Still holding her firm, he brought the hand on her back up and over her neck, onto her head, where he stroked her hair and then tangled his fingers in it, pressing ever firmer kisses on her. She moaned, then gasped as he brazenly grabbed her arse and squeezed, kneading her flesh through the layers of her clothes.

Izuku brought the hand in Mei's hair down again, and taking hold of her thighs, lifted her effortlessly. She panicked for a moment, thinking she was going to topple backwards, but he steadied her and she was able to throw her arms around his neck and wrap her legs around his waist. Still locked in their kiss, he carried her to the bed. There, they broke apart, and she looked into his eyes and smiled, just as he did.

Mei released Izuku, and he lowered her down, depositing her gently among the sheets. When he joined her, she was on him in an instant, kissing his face, lifting his shirt and rubbing her hands all over those glorious, ridged, rigid abs. From there, it was a short hop to his crotch. A quick grope, and she found something thick and long, still somewhat soft but with a definite firmness to it.

"Woah," he murmured, taking her wrist and pulling her hand away. "Plenty of time."

"Screw that," she said, wrestling against his grip. "I want it. I want you."

She consented, though, to let Izuku kiss her some more, let him explore her body with his hands. He ran them up her sides, onto her shoulders, down - oh, naughty - onto her chest, and the tiny flexes his fingers made told Mei he wasn't so above it after all. He proved it when he reached behind her, searching for her dress' zip.

While his attention was elsewhere, she went back to his waist and deftly popped the button on his trousers, yanked down his fly and hooked her fingers into his belt-loops, tugging them down to mid-thigh. And there was her prize, hard now, all wrapped up for her in a pair of tight red boxers. Without a moment's hesitation Mei grabbed Izuku's cock and began to rub it through the fabric. Izuku whined, his breath turning laboured, even more so when she pressed down on his cockhead with her thumb and swirled it around, turning a patch of his underwear burgundy as a stain of pre spread across it.

She looked up, at the blissful expression on his face, eyes closed, lips parted.

"Mmmm," he murmured. "You've done this before."

"Nope. Never."

His eyes shot open in surprise. "Then how...?"

"You'd be amazed what you can learn from books. And the internet. Actually, I mostly learnt what not to do from the internet."

"So this is your first time. Are you sure you want it this way?"

Mei shrugged. "Never really saw my first time as that special." She smiled. "But I am glad it's with you."

"Then-" he kissed her forehead "-I'll be sure to do my best."

"Me too."

And with that in mind, Mei kept on rubbing Izuku's cock, drawing gasps and whimpers from him. At last he could stand no more, and caught her by the shoulders, bore her down to the bed and smothered her in kisses. A sudden heat flared in her; she needed him to touch her, to feel his hands on her bare skin. She grabbed the skirt of her dress and pulled it up, revealing the white silk of her stockings. Izuku saw what she was doing, and helped her pull it up further. His fingers alighted on her thigh, and he trailed them along until they brushed over smooth, sweat-moistened flesh. He went further, and she tensed, ready for him to touch her where she very much wanted to be touched. But Izuku knew how to tease. He stopped half an inch short, pulled away, and tweaked her dress up some more.

Her panties came into view next, and Mei wasn't sure if they'd betray her arousal. Was that a smile on Izuku's face? He could just be impressed by her garter belt, she supposed. Hoped. He was inscrutable. He bared her stomach, and though it was softer than Mei wanted it to be, this he seemed to like. He bent to kiss her, just above the navel, and she couldn't help but giggle.

Progress became tricky, as Mei's dress bundled up beneath her back, and in frustration, she reared up, raised her arms and let Izuku drag it the rest of the way off.

A wriggle of her shoulders, a shake of her head, and she was free. She flopped back down onto the bed and that desperation for his touch returned. She grabbed the cups of her bra and pulled them down, baring her breasts.

Izuku's reaction was instantaneous. His hands flew to Mei's tits, squeezing them tight while his breathing grew heavy and impassioned. His thumbs flickered over her nipples, sparking little thrills that made her own breaths hitch in her throat, transforming into squeaky whimpers as they left her. Dipping his head, he took one of her teats into his mouth, pressed his lips against her puffy areolae while he sucked her nipple into stiffness, aiding the process with constant laps and swirls of his tongue. Pinching her other peak between thumb and forefinger, he tweaked it into similar erection then transferred his mouth to it. Drawing away, still sucking, he let it go with a pop, leaving both shining with his spittle.

Mei went for his shirt next, popping open each button with the kind of dexterity she usually reserved for soldering fiddly components to circuit boards. It fell open, and he made to take it off, but she grabbed his arms and shook her head. His chest and stomach were hers to play with, and that was all she wanted for the moment. While he resumed massaging her boobs, she dived in, pressing her head to his gorgeous, broad, solid pecs. She rubbed her face against them, mingling his sweat with hers while she uttered soft, satisfied murmurs. Exploring him with her mouth, she licked up his salty taste, kissed him in myriad places and even dared to bite down on his skin. She was gentle, but it drew a gasp from him all the same, and left a satisfying red mark behind. Resting her hands on his stomach, she ran them up and down his abs while she sucked his nipples as he had hers.

In the midst of all this, Izuku had somehow found the presence of mind to kick off his shoes. Mei, hearing them fall to the floor with a thump, dragged herself away from him and took stock. His trousers had fallen around his thighs, restricting his movements and making him look, frankly, a bit ridiculous. It wouldn't do. Mei grabbed them and, with his help, pulled them down and off his legs. So close to her ultimate prize, now. His boxers looked even tighter, his cock even bigger. The dark patch of his precum certainly was. Mei hooked her fingers beneath his waistband and tugged.

With her eyes wide and her tongue moistening her lips, Mei unveiled Izuku's prick all in one go, yanking his underwear down to his knees.

"Holy fuck!" Mei almost squealed as his cock sprang out: a solid pillar of of flesh, long, thick and wrapped in throbbing blue veins. The shiny purple tip of his glans poked from his foreskin, and as she watched a pearl of precum oozed from it, burst and ran in a sticky little stream over his cockhead.

Mei shoved Izuku, hard, and he, surprised, tumbled into the sheets. She hunched over him succubus-like and shoved her face against his crotch, tongue out before she even reached it. She took one long slow lick up his shaft, then without warning gulped him up, shoving his cock as far into her mouth as she could without gagging.

"Shhhooo guh," she gurgled, lips and cheeks and tongue working their way around it. She pulled back, trailing drool. "So good," she repeated. She dropped down, getting a close-up look at his testicles.

"And these balls!" she said, rhapsody in her voice. She squeezed them, one then the other, while she curled her free hand round his cock and began to pump it, his cockhead vanishing and reappearing beneath its hood with each rub.

"So full.” She kissed his sack, licked it, wetting down his pubes, and gave both nuts a suck. "These are gonna knock me up for sure."

Izuku groaned. “Uh, Mei?”

She looked up. “Mmm?”

"I'm not gonna have anything to knock you up with if you keep that up."

Mei's hand was still jerking Izuku's cock, almost of its own accord. Her palm was slick with precum and she could feel him twitching against her grip.

"Right. Well then, we should get started."

Izuku unclipped her stockings from her garterbelt, and they slid down her legs a little, becoming loose and crumpled. Mei grabbed her panties, wrenched them off her hips and down her thighs. As she'd suspected, she was soaking, her mound puffy, slick with her wetness, and dewdrops of her juices clung to her dark pink bush. Her underwear caught on her shoes but she was far too pent up to waste time taking them off, instead stretching one hole over her heel, leaving her panties to dangle from her ankle. She flung herself into the blankets, legs akimbo, and in the few moments that she spent rearranging herself she caught sight of Ochako on the sofa.

Ochako's gaze was fixed, intent, her expression unfathomable. Mei couldn't imagine the tumult of emotions that must have been swirling inside her head, but lust must have been among them. Ochako's shorts were wrapped around her knees and her hand was buried in her panties, fingers making quick, constant circles. Mei winked at her and she grinned back, mouthed something along the lines of 'go get it.'

Izuku's hands thumped down either side of her shoulders, and she felt him brush between her legs. The sides of his open shirt fell around her, like a private tent for the both of them. She looked up, and oh yes, he wanted her as badly as she wanted him: that panting mouth, the green fire in those eyes. Down, and there was his cock bobbing above her pussy, hips twitching with barely constrained desire. He lowered himself, resting part of his weight on her. His mouth went to her jawline and he nibbled his way down it, 'til he reached her neck and gave her a fierce love-bite.

Mei arched up against Izuku as he left his mark on her, grinding her slit against his shaft. Her lips parted around it, anointing him with her fluids, and her clit caught on the ridge between his cockhead and the rest of him, drawing a quavering whimper from her.

"C'mon, fuck me," she said. She threw an arm around him, dragged her nails down his back. "Give me your cum." Then slowly, huskily, as the idea had just occurred to her and wasn't the whole point of the exercise: "Get me pregnant."

“I’ll try my best,” Izuku whispered back. Maybe not the dirtiest of dirty talk, but his sincerity sent shivers up Mei’s spine.

He shifted atop her, dragging the tip of his cock along her folds. Reaching for it, she bent it down towards her opening, guiding him. He thrust. Mei released his prick and clutched at the rest of him, and he buried himself inside her, big and hard as any of her toys but warm and vital too. She looked up at his face as he penetrated, her, inch by inch, seeing her own pleasure reflected there. He rolled over her sweet spot and she moaned aloud, walls stretching to accommodate him with a deep, aching tingle. A faint jolt ran through her body as he bottomed out, her lips wrapped loosely around the base of his penis.

“You feel so good,” she said, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair.

"You too." Izuku rocked too and fro, settling into a more comfortable position, and another groan escaped Mei as his cock shifted inside her.

Slowly, he drew back, and Mei bit down on her lip as her walls clung to him, pulsing around his cock. As nice as that slow initial thrust had been, she didn't want to wait for the second, and so she threw her legs around him, heels meeting with a click, ready to drag him back the instant he was out.

No need, as it turned out. Izuku was as eager as she was, and before she even had a chance to squeeze her thighs together he came roaring down, hips meeting hers with a slap, reaming her back open, sending friction and heat lancing through her.

"Yes!" she yelled, then a machine-gun litany: "Yesyesyesyes!" as he began to ride her in earnest.

How easy it would have been to lie back and let the pleasure wash over her. Izuku was as tender as he was powerful. He knew where to touch her: hands gently kneading her breasts, fingers, circling her nipples, mouth at her neck and collarbone, kissing and nibbling. But as an inventor, Mei, if she saw a process, wanted to improve on it, and so she threw herself into the act and was rewarded for it tenfold. She sent her hands down his body to squeeze his taut, muscular arse, up again to tug the short hairs at the nape of his neck. With her legs curled around his as an anchor point, she bucked against his thrusts, doubling their impact, smacks of flesh on flesh echoing around the room. She kissed him everywhere she could, when he ceased kissing her, then clutching him tight, pulled him against her for a deep, breathtaking tangle of tongues that they held until their heads were swimming.

In the midst of this, Izuku slowed his pace, his thrusts becoming lighter, shallower, less frantic. Perhaps he'd realised that his cock was writing cheques his stamina couldn't cash, Mei thought. She'd have been quite happy happy for him to take his pleasure and just cum in her, and she appreciated him trying to do more. That was Izuku through and through.

Izuku parted from Mei and pushed off from the mattress, rearing up into a kneeling position. She groaned; his cock angled up hard against her front wall and the sensitive knot of tissue buried in it before it popped out, bouncing down on her lips. Her legs slipped down his back and she had to slow their descent as her feet dropped onto his calves, careful not to stab him with her heels. He grabbed her arse, and she squealed as he dragged her over the silken sheets and up onto his thighs. She lifted her hips as high as she could, begging him with her body to take her again. He did, roughly, sloppily, as desperate to get back to fucking her as she was him.

In this new position, Izuku couldn't pound Mei quite as deeply or as hard, but every time he rocked against her his cock went slithering over her g-spot, filling her with waves of sweetness that had her alternately crying out and biting down on her lip in an effort not to embarrass herself. She tightened her grip on him with her legs, and that left him with his hands free and her body splayed out beneath him, ready for the taking. A fact he took quick advantage of, as he rubbed the top of her mound, coming dangerously close to her jewel, leaving Mei breathless with never quite realised anticipation that at any moment he could touch it and send a bolt of near-unbearable bliss searing through her. When he tired of tormenting her there, he leaned forward a little and hefted her breasts again, lifting them up into rounded cones and letting them bounce back down again. He seized her nipples, rolled them, twisted them, pinched them until she felt the thrilling intimation of pain, if not the actual sensation. Izuku was far too gentle to hurt anyone, save to protect others, but Mei wondered if she might not like it if he did.

And while Izuku touched Mei in all the places she wanted to be touched, there was the constant distraction of his prick in her pussy, rolling back and forth, twitching and pulsing. It felt so good that she almost couldn't bear the idea of it coming to an end, but at the same time she craved. Just the thought of his cock spurting forth inside her, filling her with life, made her shiver. Her walls clenched tight around him, and she knew that if she'd been a little bit closer, she'd have came right there and then.

On top of it all, Mei had the visual feast of watching Izuku work: the sweat running down his glistening skin, all his mighty muscles straining and flexing in perfect concert, the red flush in his adorable freckled cheeks. And while his arms were long enough for him to reach down and caress hair, she couldn't do the same in return, save for when he leaned in close enough. Unfair!

"Izukuuuu," she moaned, holding her hands outstretched. He took them, threaded his fingers between hers, squeezed tight.

"Call me Deku," he said, and a warm glow suffused her, a level of intimacy that was somehow even deeper than the fact that he was, well, in her.

"Deku," she said, savouring his nickname. "I'm close."

"Me too." He let go of her hands, dropped down, pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Let's go for it!"

"Yeah!"

Mei let her hands roam across every bit of Izuku's body, neck to butt, drinking him in as thoroughly as she could before their inevitable separation. Meanwhile he built himself back up to his previous speed, cock pistoning in her cunt like a piece of industrial machinery, then he went even further. Grabbing her shoulders, he hunched over her, forcing up her legs, which were still wrapped around his waist, and slammed down into her, piledriving her into the mattress with a creak of bedsprings. Every thrust after that came just as hard and fast, and it was all Mei could do to hold onto him and take it. She clung to him, breasts crushed against his solid chest, each impact ripping cries, squeaks, squeals then screams from her. Thick, all-pervading ecstasy filled her, and her limbs stiffened so that she couldn't have unwound them if she'd wanted to. She threw her head back into blankets, her eyes rolled up in her skull, while above Izuku's sweat dripped from his face to hers and the same look of pure, mindless delight suffused his expression.

"Fuck, gonna-" With a heroic effort, Mei unwrapped an arm from around Izuku's back and brought her palm down hard on his bum, a resounding smack echoing over the regular slap and squish of their lovemaking. "C'mon...cum in me!"

"Want it?" Izuku growled, barely articulating the words.

"Yessss!"

Mei's orgasm was a slow, drawn out affair: a shock of energy that stretched her body taut like a thrumming guitar string, and only gradually let her relax. It left her panting and shaking and full of warmth, like any good climax, but that was only half the pleasure she took from it. The other part came from Izuku, moaning atop her, making his last few thrusts while his cock throbbed against her walls. One last squeal from him, and he lodged himself as deep inside her as he possibly could, down to the root of his prick, balls resting against her arse.

Mei could have sworn she felt Izuku's nuts clench, a seconds before they pumped their teeming contents up through his dick, sending liquid heat surging into her, filling her utterly. She cried out in sheer joy, hugging Izuku close, kissing him, praising him. She was going to be pregnant. She was going to be a mum. It seemed impossible, magical, but here she was in a room with a woman with a woman who could strip the effects of gravity from anything she touched, fucking a man empowered by the strength of the dozens who'd come before him. Getting knocked up was the most normal thing in the world.

His cock softening inside her, keeping his cum sealed in her pussy for the moment, Izuku fell on Mei, peppering her face with pecks, then locked his lips to hers and engaged her in another of those deep, long kisses that she fancied she was getting quite good at.

"Careful," she said, when they'd parted and he began to ease himself out of her. A blob of his seed leaked from her well-stretched hole as his cock left her, rolling stickily between her thighs.

Mei caught it and scooped it back into her pussy. Foolish, she knew; only a bare fraction of his sperm would reach her womb, only a fraction of that her fallopian tube, and only one out of millions would be permitted to burrow its way into the cytoplasm of her egg and become whole with it. Nevertheless, she wanted to maximise her chances. To that end, when Izuku was clear of her, she kicked up her legs, wrapped her arms beneath her knees and squirmed away to the side of the bed. She giggled.

"What's funny?" Izuku asked. He was lying on his side, watching her with a half-smile on his lips.

"I can almost feel them wriggling around in there," Mei said. "Think they're super-strong too?"

But what he thought went unrecorded, as Ochako, flushed, naked from the waist down and with her thighs smeared with her juices leapt onto the bed, rolled Izuku onto his back and threw herself over him, kissing him all over.

"Goddamn-" mwah "-that-" mwah "was hot! Is that what we look like when we're fuckin'?"

"I guess so," said Izuku. He caught her shoulders, pulled her down to himself, dragged her into a kiss. Mei watched, entranced. She'd thought he was passionate with her, but this was a whole other level. Izuku and Ochako kissed like they were addicted to each other. In the midst of it, Ochako lifted her top, pulled away to struggle out of it, while Izuku reached behind her back to flick open her bra’s catch. The cups fell away, and Mei got to see those luscious tits squeezed beneath Izuku’s hands.

"I just did what we usually do," he said, once they'd very reluctantly parted.

"Well, you're gonna do that to me now," she said. He grinned, began to rise, but Ochako pushed him down again. "There's something I need to tell you first."

"Go on."

"I...stopped taking my birth control a week back. Mei got me thinking, and I don't know if I'm fertile yet but well, Deku, do you want to be a dad?" Hurriedly she added: "I have condoms if you-"

Ochako didn't get to finish her sentence. In an instant, Izuku reared up, tumbled her onto her back and positioned himself over her. She parted her legs, invited him in, and with a moan from the both of them, she took him into her. Izuku began pumping away as soon as he was settled, and the wet, lewd noises their lovemaking produced suggested there was no need to wait.

"So," said Mei, turning look at Ochako, "one-upping me, huh?"

"Sorta," Ochako said, with a bashful smile. "But I'm just following on from your idea." She reached out her hand. Mei took it, leaving one arm to hold up her legs, and squeezed. "Thank you, Meiohhhfuck, yes Deku! More like that!"

"Thank you," Mei said. "Both of you."

"Hey," Izuku puffed, "isn't this supposed to be a special, intimate moment?"

"You just fucked our friend," said Ochako, turning back to him, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "Special, maybe. Intimate's gone right out the window."

"Just pretend I'm not here," Mei said.

As the minutes passed, they might as well have. Ochako and Izuku became completely engrossed in each other, their sex rising in vigour and intensity. Licking, sucking and groping, they egged each other on with their cries, their shrill exhortations of "More!" and "Harder!"

Ochako kept her grip on Mei's hand, tightening it as Izuku pushed her closer to the edge. Mei fought the urge to make use of her free hand and touch herself. She wanted to share in their pleasure, but equally didn't want to disturb the cum resting in her pussy. Irrational, she knew, unlikely to make any difference, but she held off all the same.

Izuku and Ochako did precisely the opposite. Ochako's sweet voice fluted and quavered around Izuku's deeper moans, while the scent of their sex rose up and mingled with the musk Mei and Izuku had made. Mei shut her eyes and replayed her delicious memories, freshly made and nearly as exciting as the real thing. She squeezed her legs together, testing her resolve against her need for relief.

Mei only opened her eyes a few minutes later, when Ochako's shriek rent the air and her hand clenched down on Mei's with knuckle-cracking force.

"Yesyesyes!" Ochako cried. "Inside me!"

Izuku whined, long deep, drawn-out, heaving atop Ochako, while she bucked against him and screamed. He gave a few last cursory thrusts, then the pair of them fell still, huffing and panting.

They laid like that for some time, kissing and fondling one another, whispering sweet nothings that melted Mei's heart. At last Izuku groaned and said:

"Gotta get up. My arms are going numb."

"Noooo," Ochako said. "Just a little longer."

Izuku, though, wriggled out of her grasp, and with a sigh, Ochako sat up, She seemed less concerned about keeping Izuku's jizz inside herself than Mei, and a white stream of it dripped from her loosened pussy between her thighs. Mei, feeling pins and needles prickling her own legs, released them and let them drop down onto the bed. She hauled herself up with a grunt and massaged them to get the blood flowing again.

"I don't think that whole legs in the air thing actually works," Ochako said.

"I know," said Mei. "But it doesn't hurt either, and I really want this to work."

Ochako nodded. "Fair enough. But I think you're good to go, really."

Mei smiled. "Fingers crossed."

While they chatted, Izuku hopped off the bed and rifled through the various clothes they'd discarded.

"Oh man," he muttered. "I really hope this is a good idea."

"What are you doing down there?" Ochako asked.

"Ah, well." He straightened up, holding something behind his back, looking vaguely guilty. Mei had to stifle a giggle at the sight of him, with his rumpled shirt hanging off his shoulders and his cock limp between his legs.

"Um, I didn't expect I was going to try becoming a dad tonight," Izuku said. "Well, I mean, I kind of did with you, Mei, but I mean a proper dad, not just a sperm donor."

Mei leaned over to look. Izuku was lowering himself onto one knee, staring up at Ochako with adoration in his eyes. One of his hands was cupped over the palm of the other, concealing something.

"I want you to know that if we keep doing this, you can trust me. I don't ever want you to be jealous. I'm yours. If you say stop, I'll stop."

"I do trust you, Deku. Completely." said Ochako, unequivocally. "And I'm yours too. If I'm ever with someone else, you say stop, and I'll stop."

"I know," said Izuku. "And that's why, after we did this...well, I wanted you to be sure. Ochako, will you marry me?"

He parted his hands, and there, sitting on his palm was a little box, covered in blue velvet, with a hinged lid. He opened it and inside gleamed a white gold ring, crowned with a glittering sapphire, and two smaller ones off to its sides.

Dead silence. Mei held her hands to her mouth, not sure whether she should squeal in delight or make a tactful excuse and slip away.

Slowly, deliberately, Ochako spoke. "You thought now would be a good time to propose?"

"Yes."

"In a love hotel?"

"Yep."

"After you had sex with another woman?"

"...Yes?"

Ochako left him hanging for a moment more, then said: "You're either the dumbest man I've ever met or the bravest. And you're right. This is the perfect time. Of course I'll marry you!"

Mei's hands flew from her mouth and the squeal that had been building in her lungs came out in one earsplitting peal. She clapped and cheered as Ochako touched her fingers to Izuku's shoulders, turned him weightless and hauled him onto the bed, where they tumbled together, kissing and cuddling, too overwhelmed with love to consider their messy, near-naked state.

When they parted Mei grabbed Ochako and kissed her as fervently as she'd kissed Izuku. Ochako seemed a little surprised at first, but soon melted into it. Mei did the same for Izuku.

"Congratulations, you two!" she cried. "Talk about one-upping us, right Ochako?"

"He's still got some surprises left in him," said Ochako, smiling at him fondly. Her voice hitched. "Oh heck, I'm not crying am I?"

"It's okay," said Izuku, pulling her in. Tears were glimmering in his eyes too. Mei decided that she should check out the bathroom, and left them to their happiness.

The bathroom was functional compared to the luxury of the bedroom: white-tiles, fluorescent lighting, toilet, shower. Mei sat down on the loo and bent over to pull of her shoes, then peeled off sweaty, stained stockings that were probably destined for the bin when she got back home. Her garterbelt followed, and her bra. She stood, and grinned at her dishevelled self in the mirror. Putting a hand on her belly, she contemplated her own happiness, then lowered her hand to her slippery, sticky privates. She dabbled a finger in the cum leaking down her thighs, warm still. Such base stuff, to cause such a transcendent miracle.

In the shower, with hot water pattering down around her, Mei scooped the mess out of herself, reasoning that the sperm that might eventually fertilise her would be well on its way by now. That turned into a shameless fingering session, as images of Izuku atop her filled her head, interspersed with the sights and sounds of him and Ochako fucking. Mei's digits churned her pussy, ground against her walls, and reality mingled with fantasy, ideas of what they might do if Ochako and Izuku would have her again. Mei felt a little guilty for indulging in her voyeurism, but hadn't Ochako done exactly the same thing. She came with a stifled cry and a squirt of juices that flowed away with the water. Trembling, legs bowed, she leaned against the wall and finished her shower with a warm glow in her stomach.

The hotel provided lovely fluffy bathrobes, and Mei wrapped herself in one and exited, taking her lingerie with her. Back in the room, Ochako and Izuku were still on the bed, talking in low voices and admiring the way the light played over the ring on Ochako's finger. They looked up when Mei came in, smiled at her and together, slid off the bed and went into the bathroom. Mei sat herself down on the sofa and, though she listened very carefully, didn't hear anything but the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, Ochako and Izuku reappeared, fresh, rosy-cheeked and dressed in the same kind of robes Mei was wearing.

"Alright!" Ochako cheered, flinging herself down beside Mei, while Izuku sat down a bit more sedately beside her. "This calls for a celebration."

Ochako leaned over the side of the sofa and grope around. Finding what she was after, she straightened back up, holding a bottle.

"Champagne?" Mei asked. "Is that safe?"

"Non-alcoholic," said Ochako. "I planned ahead."

"You sure did."

Ochako passed the bottle to Izuku. "Would you do the honours?"

A flicker of One-For-All's energy passed over his hand, and in one twist, Izuku uncorked the bottle. There was a pop, and a small stream of bubbles. Mei and Ochako clapped and cheered, then Ochako produced three glasses, passed one to Mei and had Izuku fill them.

"To us," he toasted, once he'd set the drink down and had his own glass in hand.

"To us!" Ochako and Mei raised their glasses.

"To babies!" Mei said.

"Yeah! Babies everywhere!" agreed Ochako.

"To my wife," said Izuku, rather more soberly.

Mei giggled. Was it possible to get drunk on bubbles alone?

"Not yet," said Ochako, but she added: "To my husband. I love you so much."

"I love you too."

"Awwww," cooed Mei. "You two are sickening."

"We know," said Ochako, with a grin.

They drank, settled back into the sofa with sighs, Ochako cuddled up to Izuku and said, "You know, Mei, our pregnancies might not take. Don't be too disappointed if it doesn't."

"Oh, I know," said Mei. "Trust me, I did a tonne of reading before I met with you."

Ochako nodded. "Sure. But I was just thinking, if they don't, well, we could always try again. Izuku'll be ready, won't you?"

"Always," he said, with a nod.

"And even if they do, there's no reason we couldn't meet up like this again. For the first few months, at least."

"And maybe after?" Mei suggested. "If we can find sitters."

Ochako smiled. "Of course. I'd like that."

"Me too."

"Me three," said Izuku.

"Then it's settled," said Ochako. She raised her drink in the air. "Cheers!"

The three of them clinked glasses, and the chime rang throughout the room, pure and sweet.