Hero Trainer: Choke Me With Those Thighs!

The silence in the Midoriya apartment was palpable, a heavy stillness charged with unspoken intentions. The late afternoon light filtered through the windows, casting a languid glow that seemed to hesitate to touch the floor. Seated on the sofa, Momo Yaoyorozu was a picture of perfect decorum amidst an almost artificial calm. A dense tome on Quirk theory rested open on her lap, but her attention wavered, caught in the room's tension.

Himiko Toga slid in next to her, moving with the silent grace of a predator. Her smile was a masterpiece: calculated, sweet, and with a hidden edge that made the skin on Momo's back prickle like a sudden draft of air.

"Yaomomo," Toga began, her voice a melodic whisper that was both a caress and a warning. "Have you ever noticed how Izuku-kun reacts to certain... stimuli? His Quirk seems to ignite with the right motivation. He's an engine that needs the perfect fuel to roar."

Momo closed her book slowly, her sharp, analytical gray eyes fixed on Toga's. There was no warmth in her gaze, only a glacial caution.

"What exactly are you referring to, Toga?" she asked, her tone measured but tinged with suspicion.

Toga's smile widened, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Just a little experiment. A scientific test, for the good of the team." Her voice dripped with a feigned innocence so perfectly performed it was mocking. "An outfit to boost his morale. Think about the cheerleaders at the festival, how their energy fired him up. His focus sharpened, his drive skyrocketed. It was measurable, Yaomomo. Empirical. You could create something perfect. Something to inspire him."

A treacherous blush crept up Momo's neck, infuriating her. Her fingers tightened on the edges of her book as if clinging to reason.

"That's ridiculous," she snapped, her voice low but firm. "And completely unprofessional. I'm not going to use my Quirk for something so... frivolous."

Toga pouted, a childish expression that was both absurd and disarming.

"But it's for his training," she insisted, her tone now serious, but with an undercurrent of manipulation. "For his growth as a leader! Imagine it, Yaomomo: a little visual push, a spark of aesthetic inspiration, and his energy for training us skyrockets. His mind sharpens. It benefits all of us. It's... an optimization of the training environment."

Toga's twisted logic was like a vine, creeping into the cracks of Momo's resolve. The word "optimization" struck a chord, appealing to her analytical mind. It was a calculated move, and Momo hated how effective it was.

"Come on, Yaomomo," Toga whispered, leaning closer, her voice now a conspiratorial murmur. "Just one outfit. For science. For the team. For Izuku."

Momo exhaled sharply, a sound of reluctant surrender.

"Alright," she muttered, her voice barely audible. "One experiment. One outfit. And no one, absolutely no one, can know."



Night fell over Musutafu like a velvet curtain. In Izuku's room, the only light came from the desk lamp, where he was engrossed in analyzing the combat patterns of a top-ten hero. His pen was scratching furiously across the paper when the soft click of the door closing pulled him from his concentration.

He looked up, blinked, and his mind came to a complete stop.

Himiko Toga stood in the center of his room, bathed in the silvery glow of the moon. She wore the cheerleader outfit Momo had created, a masterpiece in U.A.'s orange, white, and blue. The ensemble clung to her like a second skin, the skirt so short it barely grazed her thighs, the sleeveless top accentuating the perfect curve of her chest.

"Toga..." Izuku's voice came out as a choked croak. "What... what are you wearing?"

She smiled, a slow, deliberate curve of her lips, and spun in a flirtatious whirl. The motion revealed two devastating truths. First, the skirt lifted just enough to expose the firm, rounded curve of her ass. Second, and far more catastrophic to Izuku's composure, there was no trace of underwear beneath it.

"Do you like it?" Toga purred, her voice thick with intent. "Yaomomo made it. It's for your... therapy. Visual stimulation is key for cognitive processes, right?"

She approached, holding a pom-pom in each hand, her movements fluid and deliberate. Izuku swallowed hard, the sound echoing in the silent room, and leaned back in his chair in an instinctive retreat.

"Toga, this... this isn't right," he stammered, his voice weak.

She laughed, a low, guttural sound that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Don't be shy, Izuku-kun. I know what you like. I know what you've been dreaming about. Let's have some fun."

With a gentle but firm push, she sent his chair rolling back until it hit the bed. Before he could react, she was on him, straddling his hips, her weight a warm, overwhelming presence. The thin fabric of her skirt barely concealed the heat and moisture he could feel through his pajama pants. She shifted, a slow, sensual grind of her center against his thigh, and a guttural moan escaped her lips.

"Ngh... yes..."

That sound shattered the last shred of Izuku's restraint. His deepest fantasies were coming true, and he wasn't going to back down. This was Toga's game, but he would rewrite the rules.

His hands, acting with a boldness that surprised even himself, slid under the hem of her skirt. His fingers met the wet heat of her core, brushing against soft, slick folds. Toga shuddered violently at the touch, a spasm of pure pleasure. He explored with a mix of scientific curiosity and unbridled desire, marveling at the moisture that instantly coated his fingers.

He pulled his hand back, raising it to the light. His fingers glistened, strands of her arousal stretching between them.

"Toga," he said, his voice firm now, with the authority of a leader. "This is... a fucking provocation."

Her eyes narrowed, her breathing hitched, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Ngh... Izuku..."

Without breaking eye contact, he brought his fingers to his lips and tasted her: salty, musky, intoxicating. Then, with a bold move, he pressed those same fingers into her mouth. Toga sucked on them instinctively, her eyes closing as a choked moan vibrated in her throat.

"Mmm..."

While she was distracted, Izuku's other hand slid up her thigh, tracing the curve of her hip to her ass. He kneaded it, firm and possessive, reveling in the softness and strength beneath his grasp.

"You want to play?" he whispered, his breath mingling with hers. "Fine. But I'm in charge now."

Toga's world narrowed to a whirlwind of sensation. Izuku's hands were relentless, a torment of pleasure and control. One hand slid to her stomach, exploring the vulnerable softness of that sensitive skin. His touch wasn't one of judgment, but of possession, as if claiming every inch. Just like him, Toga caressed Izuku's abs, scarred from battle.

"These..." Toga murmured, her nail tracing a white line on his skin. "They're sexy. They prove you're mine."

"What are you doing, Toga?" Izuku's voice was strained.

"Helping you relax," she answered, her fingers skillfully unfastening his pajama pants. "Let me play."

But the game changed. In one fluid motion, Izuku reversed their positions, pinning her beneath him. He ripped off her cheerleader top without any pretense of delicacy, revealing her breasts, modest but perfectly formed, their pink nipples instantly hardening in the cool air.

His mouth descended, claiming one nipple, then the other, sucking with a hunger that made her arch against him. His teeth scraped the sensitive tips, tearing a sharp cry from her.

"Ahh... keep going...!"

His kisses moved lower, a burning path down her skin. He paused at the edge of her skirt, parting her thighs with deliberate slowness. His tongue found her slick folds, the skin impossibly soft and flawless, the vibrant pink of her inner lips a stark contrast against her pale flesh. He explored with precision, his tongue teasing and probing, while his fingers slid back, tempting the sensitive edge of her entrance and drawing guttural moans from her.

"Ngh... ah...!"

"The hero knows how to play," she panted, her body writhing under his touch.

"This isn't just a game, Toga," he growled, his voice low and authoritative. "Show me everything."

"Take me already! Now!"

He shifted, grinding his center against hers, feeling the hard evidence of his arousal. The friction drove her mad, her moans turning desperate.

"Mmm... more..."

She needed more. She needed to be filled. Izuku obliged, entering her slowly, deliberately. The pain of her first time was a fleeting sting, instantly devoured by an overwhelming wave of pleasure that tore a long, sharp moan from her. Her walls clenched around him tightly, a delicious pressure that made him groan as well.

He didn't hold back. His thrusts were powerful, primal, shifting her position to explore every angle of her body. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a rhythmic slap of skin on skin. A faint green glow began to emanate from where their bodies joined, pulsing with each thrust, unnoticed by either of them in the heat of the moment.

Toga, still in the skirt, arched her back, a scream choked in her throat. A gush of clear fluid soaked the fabric, her body trembling with release.

"YES... YES...!"

Her nipples, erect and pleading, demanded attention. Izuku obliged, his mouth claiming them again, sucking and biting as his hips continued their relentless rhythm.

"Fill me!" she cried, her voice broken with pleasure. "Give me everything!"

"This is what you wanted, right?" he grunted, hoarse from the effort.

"YES... Ahhh... Izuku...!"

The green glow intensified, a silent explosion of light that filled the room for an instant before fading away. Their climaxes hit simultaneously, a devastating wave that left them breathless, trembling, and exhausted.

Toga collapsed, her soft moans the only sound in the room, a testament to her complete satisfaction.

"Mmm..."



Dawn crept through the window. For the first time since Izuku had known her, Toga looked peaceful, her usual manic energy replaced by a serene calm.

"The hunger..." she whispered, her voice sleepy and content. "It's gone. I'm... calm."

"Me too," he murmured, stroking her hair.

She smiled, a genuine expression, free of her usual chaos.

"Am I still your experiment, Izuku-kun?"

He kissed her forehead, a tender gesture that sealed something new between them.

"You never were."

The morning passed slowly. Izuku stayed awake, Toga curled up against him. The night's events replayed in his mind: not just the physical intensity, but the strange connection that had formed and the fleeting green glow that lingered in his thoughts. What was that? A manifestation of their emotions? He couldn't be sure, but it felt significant.

Toga stirred, her golden eyes fluttering open. She stretched languidly, the cheerleader skirt still clinging to her hips, now wrinkled and twisted.

"Good morning, hero," she murmured, her voice holding a playful note that was softer than usual.

"Good morning," he replied. "Toga... about last night..."

She pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

"Don't overthink it, Izuku-kun. We had fun. We're okay." Her smile was mischievous but genuine, and for once, there was no hidden agenda in her eyes.

He nodded, though a part of him still buzzed with questions. What did this mean for them? For the team? He pushed the thoughts away. Toga was here, real and warm in his arms. For now, that was enough.



Back in her elegant dorm room, Momo Yaoyorozu sat at her desk, her book untouched. She stared at the wall, her mind replaying the conversation with Toga. The outfit had been a mistake, she knew that now. Not because of the act itself, but because it had stirred something in her she wasn't ready to face. Curiosity. Envy. A flash of desire she refused to name.

She sighed, picked up her pen, and scribbled a note in her journal: Optimization is a tool, not a game. She underlined it twice, a reminder to herself. Toga's manipulations had gotten under her skin, but she wouldn't let it happen again.

Yet, as she closed her journal, a small, rebellious thought lingered: What would have happened if I had worn it instead?

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