MHA Incubus: Chapter 23 (Patreon)

[Author's note. I plan to finish this up soon, and we're in the last arc of Farming is OP as well. I'm loving the One Piece fanfic I'm writing right now; it feels as effortless as the first hundred or so chapters of my Marvel/DC fanfic. It's just way easier writing an already established world for me.

I want to keep uploading GoT, but I'd have to heavily neuter my plans if I don't want more than half the chapters to get flagged. So, after MHA is done, I plan to upload the chapters that would definitely get flagged onto ScribbleHub, along with all the other chapters that get flagged from now on. Rewound will be returning soon. I'll probably upload it every week, filling in the opposite with my Narutoverse story until I finish one of the other stories I'm working on. MHA is going to be wrapping up sooner rather than later, maybe 10-20 chapters left, and I liked the more smut-based approach to the work than the original slow-paced plan I had originally.

I'll try to balance 1-2 story-focused works with 1-2 smut works. There will be smut in the story works; it just will take a little longer to get to them. Author's note end.]

Third Person Point of View

Jiro was the last girl in 1A who wasn’t in a relationship. It was odd that all the girls were in a relationship with the same man… Until you saw the man, and the improvements the women went through when they finally did the deed. It wasn’t from lack of trying on Jiro’s part either.

She had told the person she had a crush on that she did, gave him plenty of chances and… Nothing. Sure, they went out on what some could consider dates, but not a kiss, no holding hands, not even a hug at the end of the date to prove his interest. That’s when the final straw came. They went to an arcade for their final date, and at the end, the only thing Denki offered her was a handshake, a smile, and the words that she’s one of his best friends.

She had given up on the relationship after that. Too much of her time was spent on a relationship that might never happen. She was going to focus solely on her hero career for the foreseeable future and… A power boost from having her back blown out, as her first crush was broken into pieces by her second crush.

…

Jiro was the smallest girl in our class. I think Tsuyu was a bit shorter, but her huge breasts and ass made up for the inch or two of height she lost, putting her up their on thickness with the other top contenders like Momo and Ochako. Jiro was the most plain, but one of the most normal-looking girls in the class. Most girls didn’t have D cups and hips that could birth an army; they were a similar size and shape to Jiro.

I had mostly ignored her. I saw she had a crush on Denki, so I backed off enough for him to ruin it, and it didn’t even take the first year for him to do so. I knew he would, I just wasn’t expecting him to do it so quickly. It wasn’t even for the reason I thought it would be. I figured he’d let his immaturity or fame as a hero go to his head, then cheat on her, but he was still too immature and treated her like a friend instead of a romantic partner.

While she was waiting for him to make a move, every other female in our class fucked me, and grew in strength. Many were now near the very top of the class rankings. Izuka had gotten her license because she still had energy, because she could control more of her quirk from sleeping with me. When fractions of a second could make a difference, I was giving away minutes.

She had broken up with him, which led to him begging her to stay with him, and then asking if they could have sex. But their relationship hadn’t progressed nearly that far at that point. If he had kissed her, maybe, but the only skin-on-skin contact was accidents or something friends would be comfortable with. Handshakes and pats on the shoulder, not nearly enough to justify going straight to sex.

During our first date, I was already making out with her on the Ferris wheel. She was desperate for contact; if anything, the dates she went on with Denki made her more pent up than a normal girl would be, and she was finally getting the release she wanted. She was still a traditional girl; besides a heavy make-out session on the steps to her home, we did nothing more than that for our first date.

Our second date was a scary movie, which neither of us paid much attention to. We groped at each other's bodies, she rubbed at my crotch through my pants while I caressed her breasts through her shirt, until near the end, when I stepped it up and went underneath, rubbing the outside of the bra before going underneath for skin-on-skin contact near the very end of the movie.

At the door to her house was more heavy petting, her hands exploring my front while mine were sunk into her ass, lifting her up so we could more easily, sloppily kiss. She eyed me like she wasn’t sure what to do next, and I just gave her a soft smile. Once again, she was too traditional. She wanted to push for more, but it didn’t fit the girl she thought she was in her mind, and I knew better than pushing out past her comfort zone.

Our third date was at a love hotel. She needed the first two dates to solidify what we were to each other, and I had grown so used to just getting right to the end game that this return to how most relationships progress was actually quite nice. I could still tell she was nervous, but there was now a resolved look in her eyes. The truth was, most of the hero candidates in our class would never break the top fifty.

If someone had a good quirk, it would help, but it took a wow factor that most of our classmates didn’t have. Jiro was in this spot, her quirk was just too… Lackluster for her to ever be a famous hero. No, she would be relegated to the middle of the pack, protecting a small town while making just barely enough to live off, something she could make more being a fast food restaurant worker than as a hero.

Sex with me was a game-changer, though. Breaking into the top fifty meant you had country appeal. You could live comfortably off the earnings, being in the top fifty, and every rank past that would only mean you had more marketing appeal, which meant more money. I could give her that little advantage, the heads up that would put her higher than Koda, Sato, or Mineta.

Unless she awakened her quirk from sleeping with me, she still wouldn’t be a frontrunner in the hero rankings. She showered, spent time preparing herself, then finally entered. These rooms were very well-lit, so she couldn’t hide anything as she looked away, embarrassed, still in her underwear. I was fully naked already, and her eyes kept darting back, looking at me as if I wouldn’t notice her glimpses.

Cute light purple underwear that suited her. We had done most things all the way up to everything but penetration. There was a need for foreplay with her, but she was soaking wet after just a  few minutes, her body more than preparing itself for what was about to happen. I stripped her bra and panties off halfway through and was surprised to see nipple piercings. It wasn’t an unwelcome surprise.

Her first time came quickly, just entering her and making it all the way to her depths was enough to get her to orgasm, and we spent the next few hours figuring out what her favorite positions were. She liked being crushed, the weight of the man fully on her while he pounded into her, and I was very good at that position. My fat cock spreads her open, while my hands spread her legs apart as far as they could go, and my body pressed on top of hers.

Her hands pressed against my chest, giving her enough room to breathe, but the amount of air she needed was much higher because of all the screaming, whimpering, and moaning she had done underneath me. 

Most of the women I sleep with loved the feeling of having me cum in them, especially since they couldn’t get pregnant. Jiro liked to be coated. I pulled out and pressed my cock between our sweat-soaked bodies. My semen running up her chest before shooting out near her face, my ejaculate now had enough pressure to shoot all the way across a room, the size of the load was so much that we were both made sticky by the process.

She was already tired; the last load put her to sleep. I got up and washed myself down before throwing the padding off the bed. It was soaked all over, making it impossible to sleep without lying in some type of liquid. If I just fell asleep on her like I liked to do sometimes, we’d have woken up stuck together.