True Regret Pt. 2 (My Hero Academia)

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Themes: Threesome, Dom/Sub, Rough Sex

Summary: Part 2 of True Regret. Momo wasn't the only one who believed that Izuku was innocent, but after seeing Momo's testimony twisted and corrupted by the Hero Association, Kyoka refused to testify. In the present, having joined Izuku, Momo tries to convince him that Kyoka would be a good ally, and that she also had feelings for him to be exploited.

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When she was younger, Kyoka Jiro had had such a bright, sunny view of what being a Pro Hero was. Having inherited her mother’s Quirk, she could have become a musician, just like her parents. She could have probably been really famous too, with their help.

Instead, Kyoka had decided she would become a Pro Hero, and because her parents were good people and excellent parents, they’d supported her in that dream every step of the way. She’d gone to UA, she’d graduated, and she’d become a Pro Hero along with the rest of her classmates.

It had felt like her dreams had come true… at least at first. And then All Might had passed away and from there, things had only gotten shittier and shittier. If Kyoka was being honest, she wasn’t sure she even wanted to be a Pro Hero anymore. It might be too late to become a successful musician, but part of her wanted to retire from Hero Work and give it a shot anyways.

Even if she was never as popular as she could have been if she’d started at an earlier age, it would probably still be a happier life than the one she had now. Being a Pro Hero was just tainted after what the Hero Association had done to Izuku… and to Momo as well.

Speaking of Momo, Kyoka had been surprised when the other woman had reached out to her and said she wanted to meet. After what had happened with Deku, they hadn’t spoken much. Momo had testified, only to have her testimony turned against her and used to lock Izuku up. Out of fear of making things worse, Kyoka had refused to testify, but that in turn had left her so ashamed that she hadn’t exchanged more than a couple messages with Momo since.

However, she had heard about Momo’s heroics. You couldn’t really drive yourself as hard as Momo had been without people taking notice and covering you in the news. Only, if you listened to the news reports, then the Pro Hero Creati was a sterling example of heroics, and one of the brightest stars Japan has to offer.

Kyoka knew better though. If Momo was a star, than she was burning out fast… and she was doing it on purpose.

That was why… if Momo wanted to see her, Kyoka knew she had to go. Even if it was just so that the other woman could cuss her out before she finished working herself into an early grave.

Still, it was a little weird that Momo wanted to meet at a hotel. Given her status as her father’s heiress, it wasn’t like she was hurting for money… but she had a perfectly good apartment didn’t she? And so did Kyoka. They could have met either of those places. Instead, Kyoka finds herself waiting in the hotel bar for Momo to arrive. She-

“Kyoka.”

A hand falls upon her shoulder and Kyoka goes still, looking to Momo who suddenly stands at her side.

“M-Momo.”

She’s expecting judgment in Momo’s eyes. She’s expecting anger, rage, frustration. Those are all the things she’s felt ever since Izuku’s sentencing after all.

Instead, Momo is looking at her without any of those emotions… but there’s no denying the sheer intensity in the woman’s gaze all the same.

“Come on.”

Kyoka blinks as Momo lets go of her shoulder and then turns around, walking right out of the hotel bar. But she’s clearly expected to follow, so follow she does, managing to catch up to Momo just in time to reach the elevator with her. They both step inside, and then Momo pulls out a keycard and uses it to send the elevator to the top floor of the hotel… the presidential suite.

More confused than ever before, Kyoka furrows her brow at Momo as the elevator begins to rise.

“Momo… what is this about?”

Momo is silent for a moment… and then she looks at Kyoka, smiling a wry smile.

“They’re keeping it under wraps. Its egg on their face, after all. But… I’m sure it’ll be all over the news soon enough when they continue to fail to catch him.”

… What? Kyoka’s confusion only grows at Momo’s words. But before she can parse what the other woman is saying, the elevator doors open, depositing them in the presidential suite. And there… standing in the middle of the room with his muscular arms crossed over his chest, is Izuku Midoriya.

Kyoka gapes as she takes a step out of the elevator, completely blindsided by this.

“I… Izuku?”

His gaze is just as intense as Momo’s was, if not more so. His jaw is also clenched, like he expects her to get upset that he’s managed to break out, or something. Momo’s hands suddenly fall on Kyoka’s shoulders, and Kyoka freezes in place. She feels like prey all of a sudden, trapped between two predators.

“Kyoka. Momo told me something interesting about you. And I’m wondering how true it was.”

Oh no. Was this… was this revenge? For not standing up for him when she had the chance? Kyoka shivers a little bit, but she can’t find it in herself to try and defend her actions. Sure, she could make excuses… but what would be the point. Except…

“Momo says you would have testified on my behalf as well, given half the chance. However, after you saw how the Hero Association treated Momo and her testimony, you got cold feet. Is that true?”

Kyoka hangs her head and slowly nods.

“Y-Yes… I’m sorry. I couldn’t… I should have spoken up anyways. I should have still tried, but I was afraid of what would happen to… to me… to my parents. But I know that’s not good enough. I’m sorry, Deku.”

Izuku huffs and Kyoka flinches a little bit. Her apologies must be falling on deaf ears… and frankly, they deserve to. She-

Suddenly, Izuku’s hand is on her cheek. Kyoka’s eyes snap up from the floor to meet his gaze as he stands in front of her, looking at her carefully.

“She also tells me you had feelings for me that you never bothered to act on? Is THAT also true?”

For a moment, Kyoka feels a little betrayed. It’s silly, because frankly Momo telling Izuku about her crush on him from back at UA seems like the least of her problems right now. And yet, she half-wants to turn around and give Momo an incredulous look for such a flagrant violation of the sis-code! You didn’t tattle on your girlfriends when they confided their crushes in you! Honestly!

Still, with the cat out of the bag…

“Y-Yes… I… I didn’t think I had a chance with someone like you. I always figured you were too good for me, so I settled for watching from afar and cheering you on from the sidelines.”

Kyoka blushes hard at that admission, feeling incredibly embarrassed at her own words. But it was true. She was a smoldering ember in comparison to Izuku’s bonfire. They all were, back then. Even if some of them didn’t want to admit it…

“I see. And what if I said I wanted to give you the opportunity to make things up to me? What if I said I wanted to give you the opportunity to show me just how much you care?”

W-What? Kyoka stares into Izuku’s eyes, trying to find the deceit. Was this a trick? A cruel joke to play on her before he took his actual revenge? Even if it was… it didn’t matter.

“I… I’d like that… I would seize s-such an opportunity with both hands.”

Izuku’s other hand comes up to caress her other cheek and he smiles grimly.

“I want you to show me how much of a good girl you can be, Kyoka. A good, obedient girl. Do you understand?”

Heart tha-thumping in her chest, Kyoka nods as best she can.

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A whirlwind of movement later, and she finds herself on her back on the large, lavish bed in the suite’s master bedroom. Naked and exposed, she can only watch on as Momo helps Izuku undress as well, having just got done stripping Kyoka of her clothes. The Yaoyorozu Heiress hasn’t said a word since they got off the elevator, but the smile on her face makes it clear that she’s happy with how things are going.

Even happier still when Izuku seizes her by her hair and pulls her into a long, tongue-filled kiss. Kyoka’s breath hitches as she watches this take place, and as she watches Momo free Izuku’s cock from its confines and begin stroking him to full mast right then and there.

Her pussy clenches around nothing at all, squeezing tight in anticipation of what’s to come. Her entire body is trembling with excitement. Until finally, Izuku and Momo pull apart and Izuku climbs up onto the bed, moving over her. Kyoka doesn’t hesitate to spread her legs nice and wide for him, and he doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of that fact by sliding between them.

Momo, meanwhile, climbs onto the bed as well and slips into place above Kyoka for a moment before pulling her head up into her lap. As Momo’s fingers card through Kyoka’s hair, Izuku’s cock glides across her wet snatch, pushing against her entrance ever so slightly.

“Are you ready to prove your loyalty to me, Kyoka?”

Izuku has changed. There’s no denying that. But then to be fair, after everything he’s been through, Kyoka can’t really be surprised. They tried to destroy him. They tried to lock him up in Tartarus and throwaway the key. He was never going to be the same boy that she went to school with, or the man she’d come to idolize and love from afar, not after all of that.

And yet… he’s still Izuku, deep down inside. Even now, he’s giving her this opportunity to make amends rather than taking his rightful revenge on her for her part in failing him. And so… Kyoka nods, swallowing hard.

“I-I’m ready… please… take me. I want to be yours.”

Izuku smiles at her, but Momo is the one who responds and finally speaks up, drawing Kyoka’s attention.

“The correct address is ‘sir’, Kyoka.”

Eyes widening, Kyoka hastily corrects herself.

“R-Right! Please take me, sir!”

Izuku just hums… and then thrusts into her. Kyoka cries out as he fills her with his cock. At the same time, while one of his hands is holding her by the hip to keep her steady, the other goes to her chest. He casually fondles her breast and flicks her nipple with his thumb, even as he begins to fuck her right then and there.

Meanwhile, Momo’s hands go from Kyoka’s hair to her headphone jacks. It was a little known fact, and something Kyoka never really publicized, but while the ends of her headphone jacks are rather desensitized by all of her training with them (at one point she’d trained her Quirk by repeatedly piercing them into a stone cliff over and over again) the rest of the headphone jacks are actually quite sensitive.

That’s something only a couple of people know… one of them being Momo Yaoyorozu. Kyoka whimpers as Momo plays with her sensitive jacks, and she moans as Izuku fucks her hard and fast. It’s an overwhelming amount of sensation, and an explosion of pleasure that she can’t get enough of. Her eyes threaten to roll back in her skull right off the bat, and it takes all of Kyoka’s willpower to keep it together and refrain from letting that happen.

She doesn’t want to cum too fast, nor does she want to lose track of what’s happening in this moment. This pleasure… is something Kyoka wants to cherish with all her heart. So she focuses on Izuku’s face, specifically on his eyes, staring up at him as he looks down at her while fucking her right there on the bed.

It feels so good though… too good. Even despite her determination, she’s soon cumming all over Izuku’s cock. And that only seems to spur him on even further, making him fuck her harder and faster. Meanwhile, Momo’s fingers rub along the length of Kyoka’s headphone jacks, driving her absolutely wild as well.

This… this is bliss. This is pleasure. Kyoka gurgles as she climaxes explosively for the umpteenth time. She still manages to keep her eyes from rolling, but it’s getting harder and harder to focus.

And then, Izuku suddenly pulls out of her. Before Kyoka can ask if she did anything wrong though, he gives her a crooked smile.

“It’s not fair that Momo doesn’t get to participate properly.”

Then, he grabs Kyoka by her hips and flips her over. Suddenly, she’s on her hands and knees in front of Momo as Izuku thrusts into her from behind. Momo, meanwhile, spreads her legs apart and gives Kyoka’s headphone jacks a tug, causing her to squeak and cum on the spot even as she’s also pulled into the other heroine’s crotch.

With zero hesitation, Kyoka begins to eat Momo out. They’re joined together now in their service and devotion to Izuku, so it only makes sense. She drives her tongue deep into Momo’s drooling sex and is in turn driven even further forward by Izuku’s thrusts as he fucks her roughly from behind.

It’s around that point that Kyoka can’t hold back any longer. The pleasure gets to be too much, and the orgasms get to be too numerous. Her eyes roll back in her head at long last as she drowns in ecstasy, her pussy walls constantly flexing and squeezing down on Izuku’s pistoning cock.

Until finally, after who knows how many orgasms on her part, Izuku at long last cums inside of her. It’s a while though, because Momo has even cum by this point, covering Kyoka’s face in her pussy juices. Still, his seed fills Kyoka’s womb, painting her insides white with hot, sticky jizz.

It feels… right. It feels like she belongs to Izuku now. Like she’s connected to him in a way that she never dared dream or hope for.

And then, best of all… he keeps going. Kyoka’s eyes widen when he barely pauses for a moment after finishing cumming before starting to thrust again. Such power, such raw strength… she loves it. She loves HIM. Fortunately, her mouth is occupied or she might have said that out loud.

It wasn’t the time for it though… not yet. She still had to prove herself to him properly. Kyoka swore to herself, as she ate out Momo while getting fucked from behind by Izuku, that she would do exactly that.