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Izuku woke up with a grin on his lips. He carefully climbed out of Shinsou’s bed and tiptoed out of his room, heading for his own.
Once there he performed all of his self-care and hygiene duties and threw himself back on his bed as he thought of the day that was waiting for him.
Today was Shouto Day, which simply meant that it was a day his friend had blocked out for himself completely. Shouto was one of the few that could afford it, back when Izuku expected to be paid, but he was also one of the few Izuku would’ve spent his day with regardless.
After the dirty texts, he’d sent the day before over Shinsou’s pictures, Izuku was excited to see what he had planned.
It was a school day too, unfortunately, so Izuku couldn’t get too crazy with his outfits until after lessons were done, but he still got creative with what he could.
He chose the shortest school uniform skirt he had and wore a thong under it. Simple white knee-high socks completing the look.
His phone buzzed on his desk and he unlocked it.
Shouto:
- You’re mine today
Izuku grinned, posing in front of his mirror and lifting his skirt until one of his ass cheeks and the thong were visible. He snapped the picture and sent it to Shouto.
Deku:
- All yours ❤️
Shouto:
- I’m going to wreck you.
Deku:
- Can’t wait! 🤤
He grabbed his school bag and went down for breakfast.
“Good morning, Midoriya!”
Izuku smiled prettily at the boys, as they took in his short skirt and bare thighs. His fingers brushing against their arms as he said hello while his eyes scanned for a certain bicoloured head.
He skipped excitedly when he found Shouto at one of the furthest seats. He sat beside him and leaned into his space, “Good morning!” He chirped.
Shouto gave him a small smile, gaze taking in his outfit and lingering on the ridden-up skirt. Izuku spread his legs open in offer towards him. Shouto tilted his head back at Izuku and replied quietly, “Good morning,” before he turned back to his breakfast.
Ah. Izuku bit down on his bottom lip. Shouto was going to make him wait. It would be a slow, dragging torture. Izuku really was going to forget who he was once Shouto was done with him.
He couldn’t wait.
He pressed his thighs together to appease the throbbing at his pussy.
They ate quietly in companionable silence until Izuku was done and almost forgot about his aching cunt.
Then, Sero came in, late and rushing, grabbing a bowl of rice and shovelling spoonful after spoonful in his mouth. He choked when he caught Izuku staring. “Hey, Midoriya!”
Izuku fluttered his lashes at him, resting his elbows on the table as he cupped his chin in his hands. “Hey, baby,” he made a show of checking him out, eyes resting between Sero’s legs — as if he could see his stirring cock under his uniform pants — before he glanced up at his eyes again and dragged his tongue on his lips.
Sero swallowed, and Izuku winked, not being able to resist teasing him again.
He jerked when he felt a hand slip under his skirt and cup his pussy, before a finger entered him.
Izuku’s attention was successfully diverted, as he turned his wide eyes to the boy sitting next to him.
Shouto was sitting forward with his chin cupped in one of his hands too, turned slightly sideways to look at Izuku with an almost bored look. Another finger joined the other inside Izuku’s pussy as his thumb rubbed at his clit.
Izuku gasped.
“You okay, Midoriya?” Sero asked.
Izuku dragged his eyes away from Shouto’s serene gaze and looked at Sero. He bit down hard on his bottom lip, releasing it as he kept his hazy stare on the poor boy that wouldn’t get to fuck him any time soon. “Wonderful,” his eyes rolled back as Shouto’s fingers increased the pace.
“Oh,” Sero said, and that single word held all the understanding in the world as he looked heatedly between them. Sero hissed at Shouto, “Fucking asshole, you know how pent up I am from yesterday!”
Shouto didn’t spare him a look, his eyes busy tracking each and every one of Izuku’s micro-expressions as he let out those delicious little gasps. “Go cry me a fucking river,” he drawled.
Right then the pressure at Izuku’s core built and built until it snapped and he came, gripping the table as aftershocks wrecked through him.
Shouto’s mask of indifference finally cracked into a smug smile as he turned to look in front of him, where Sero was. He pulled his fingers from Izuku’s cunt, slipped them in his mouth and sucked, maintaining eye contact with Sero.
There was silence and then a reverent, “Holy shit, dude,” from the other side of the table.
Everyone was looking their way.
Izuku met each of the heated gazes and leaned up to kiss Shouto on the cheek.
Shouto regarded him with heavy eyelids. “Thanks for the meal.”
Izuku grinned and chirped, “You’re very welcome!”
Sero’s groan was pained and loud. Izuku sent a flying kiss his way.
-
Lessons were mostly uneventful.
His classmates might’ve been horny teenagers that loved getting their cock wet, but they took their schooling as heroes very seriously.
That said Shouto still managed to rile him up, by “accidentally” brushing his fingers against Izuku’s chest right where his nipples were and also “accidentally” dragging his clothed cock against the cleft of Izuku’s ass while he tried to reach something that was always just beyond Izuku.
And of course, there were the dirty texts that Sero kept sending him.
He’d self-imposed the rule of focusing on his clients completely for the time they’d paid for, figuring it was only fair he gave them his undivided attention since they were paying for it.
But Shouto was having his own fun, dragging their fuck-day and teasing Izuku with his barely-there touches.
And Izuku also felt guilty over leading Sero on like that and not getting to satisfy him after how much he teased him.
So, really, no one could blame him if he looked at the texts and replied to a few. And even if they did, so what?
He was the school slut for a reason, and he was proud of it.
His phone buzzed with another text.
Sero:
- took this one just for you, baby
It was a picture of his cock. He must’ve taken it that morning after jerking off. Sero’s hand was fisting it, tip shiny with cum, balls heavy.
Izuku’s mouth watered.
Deku:
- Can’t wait to choke on it
Sero:
- Crawl under the table and you can have it right now
Izuku bit his lip as he looked up and met Sero’s eyes across the room. Sero’s gaze was so hot, that Izuku felt some slick gush out of him and onto the chair underneath him.
One of Sero’s hands reached under his own desk and Izuku knew he was cupping his cock.
Another text got his attention.
Sero:
- c’mon baby, you know you want to
It was accompanied by another attachment. This time a clip of Sero’s cock as he spurted cum. Glob after glob pearling the tip as his hand rubbed and his abs contracted.
Oh, it was so tempting. But rules were rules and he knew Shouto wouldn’t make Izuku regret being “faithful” to him for the day. He’d give himself to Sero another day.
Deku:
- yum 🤤
- not today, but tomorrow I’m yours
He immediately got a series of excited texts as Sero grinned smugly. The next day was the weekend, also known as Izuku’s free of hourly appointments days.
Izuku had essentially told him that he’d get to fuck him for an entire day at least.
Sero:
- Gonna keep you as my flashlight for everyone to see
- They’re all going to wish they were me
- Gonna repay the favour they did me
Deku:
- yes! yes! yes!
“Class dismissed!” Aizawa called out, sending a look in Izuku’s direction like he knew exactly what he’d been up to.
Izuku thought he saw him look pointedly under Izuku’s desk, too. Izuku just smiled sheepishly at his teacher, before he was distracted by someone standing in front of him.
“Let’s go have lunch together,” Shouto said.
Izuku took in the clothed bulge between his friend’s legs and fluttered his lashes up at him, “Yes, please.”
Lunch was great.
It started in the bathroom with Shouto throwing Izuku on his knees and feeding him his cock without a pause. He shoved it so deep and fast down his throat that Izuku choked a little and then smiled beatifically as Shouto’s taste and scent overcame his every sense.
“Holy fuck.”
Of course the bathroom hadn’t been empty when they got in. Two first years were staring wide-eyed by the sinks. While a second year was gripping his bulge for dear life after having just come out of one of the stalls.
Izuku slid the cock out of his mouth just long enough to smile at them and say, “Hello,” before he fisted his prize and sucked it back in his mouth. He kept eye contact with his audience as he lapped at the sides of Shouto’s long cock and while he tongued and puckered his lips on the slit. His eyes rolling back at the taste of precum.
“Ohhh,” Shouto groaned, head thrown back as he grabbed the back of Izuku’s head and rolled his hips lazily against his mouth.
Izuku let himself be used, humming in encouragement around the cock on his tongue and sending heated looks towards their audience whenever Shouto let him up.
Just when he was sure Shouto was going to keep fucking his throat until he came down it, his friend tugged him up and kissed him. Hot and wet, tongue licking the taste of his own cock from every crevice of Izuku’s mouth.
“That’s so hot,” came the reverent voice from one of the first years.
Izuku and Shouto separated with a wet smack of lips, looking at each other already smiling. Izuku giggled as he pulled Shouto closer.
Shouto looked to the side at the first years, gripping Izuku’s miniskirt. He lifted it up, flashing them to Izuku’s ass and ruined thong. “Like what you see?”
Izuku looked over his shoulder at their kouhais too, jutting his hip a little so that his juicy pussy was more visible. And felt incredibly validated when they all dropped their eyes there and swallowed almost at the same time. Their eyes a study of horny torment.
“Yes,” the second year finally said, pulling out his cock and stroking it.
Shouto smiled handsomely as he said, “Good,” and then pushed Izuku around until he was bent over the first sink and slapped his pussy.
Izuku moaned loudly. The sound echoing around them. And from his position, he could also see how the first years shivered from it. They were so cute he wanted to eat them up.
He gripped the sides of the sink as Shouto played with the string of his thong to rub against his pussy lips, humming every time it tweaked his sensitive nub. “Have you had sex, yet?” Izuku asked the first years, as Shouto stroked two fingers against his cunt, appraising Izuku’s wetness.
The first years looked like two deers caught in the middle of traffic, staring at Izuku wide-eyed as they shook their heads.
Izuku looked at the second year. After a brief silence and with redness tipping his ears, he also shook his head.
“Well,” Izuku smiled at them. “Today’s your lucky day,” he said, lifting himself upright so that he could reach for Shouto’s head and share a sloppy kiss as Shouto’s cock cosied up between his pussy lips. When he looked back at their kouhais, he knew Shouto was watching them, too. “You’re going to learn how to fuck well.”
Shouto dropped a kiss to Izuku’s cheekbone, drew his hips back and slammed home.
Izuku’s gasp echoed in the space around them. He arched his back in the way that made most boys’ self-control finally snap and said between bitten off moans timed to Shouto’s thrusts, “You. Can.” A gasp. “Come. Closer,” gesturing for the first years.
The kouhais obeyed like they were in a trance. One of them dropping on his knees, his eyes tracking hungrily on where Shouto’s cock kept fucking into him.
Shouto reached around to lift the front of Izuku’s shirt too, rubbing his clit and making a show of it.
The first year on his knees moaned. Then asked desperate and hopeful, “Can I taste you?”
Izuku bit down his lip, meeting Shouto’s eyes from the mirror. Shouto shrugged and Izuku clamped around his cock in thanks. Seeing Shouto’s eyes roll back from it was incredibly rewarding.
He turned back to the beggar on his knees and smiled, “What’s your name, baby?”
“Yuu,” he rasped, then cleared his voice. “My name is Yuu, please,” he crawled closer, looking up at Izuku like a tormented man asking for his pain to end already.
Nothing made Izuku feel more powerful than seeing that look on someone. The rush of power he felt from it… there wasn’t anything like it. It was the sweetest addiction.
Now, close enough to touch, he tried to stroke a finger down Yuu’s face, but the effect was slightly ruined (or perhaps enhanced) by the jerks of Izuku’s body as Shouto kept rolling his hips against him. “Go right ahead, Yuu,” he said on a moan as Shouto hit that perfect bundle of nerves inside of him.
And then the first year’s eager mouth sucked at Izuku’s clit, tonguing right above where he was connected to Shouto’s cock, making those little eager puppy noises that kept sending delicious vibrations through him.
Izuku screamed as his orgasm hit him like a freight train. Shouto kept fucking him through it, his thrusts getting jerkier. Izuku encouraged both boys around him to keep doing what they were by holding Shouto by the back of his head with one arm and fisting chunks of Yuu’s as he rolled his cunt against his tongue.
When Shouto came, Izuku started trembling, oversensitive. He slumped as the high of his release left him, weak on his legs and knees.
Shouto stroked Izuku’s thighs fondly, before he reached that hand upward, just to hold him and support his weight. He also pressed a foot firmly against the first year and pushed him back and away from Izuku. “Rule number 1 of good sex: always be mindful of your partner’s condition,” he paused, grunting as his cock slipped out of Izuku. “He’s oversensitive. If you keep sucking on his clit it’s gonna hurt instead of feeling nice.”
Yuu nodded wide-eyed, seriously taking in Shouto’s words. And Izuku had to turn around and bury his face in his neck to hide the laughter that was bubbling up inside him. Everything Shouto had just said was what Izuku had told him himself when they started their little arrangement and Izuku had to school Shouto on the ways of pussy.
He shivered as he felt Shouto’s cum start dribbling out of him. It somehow turned him on again.
Shouto nuzzled into his cheek and scratched at the back of his head. “Okay?”
Izuku nodded, turning around to look at the rest of their audience. He felt bad for ignoring them. So when he saw both, the other first year and second year, following the dribble of cum down his thigh, Izuku stepped up in the space between them, shaky-legged and offered. “You can have a taste too if you’d like.”
The two threw themselves on the floor in front of him. The second-year licking up the line of cum up his leg while the other first ear nosed at his pussy lips and tongued softly at Izuku’s folds, cleaning him gently, mindful of Shouto’s words.
Izuku let himself be adored like a god at the altar as they finished eating Shouto’s cum out of his hole and folds. Then, smiled up at them when they got on their feet. “What are your names?”
The first year perked up, immediately replying enthusiastically, “Yuki!”
The second-year replied, curtly, “Hiro.” Then added. “You led us on like that and you’re really not gonna give us a hand with this?” He asked grabbing crudely at the evident hardness still present in his pants.
Izuku gasped, “Oh, shoot!” He bit his lip, turning to look at Shouto.
Shouto shook his head already stepping close to him, taking Izuku’s hand and tugging. “I’ve had enough of sharing you. You’re mine today.”
Izuku turned to the kouhais and gave them an apologetic smile. “Sorry, you heard the man. But I can give you my number if you’d like?”
There was a deafening, “Yes!” As all three of them scrambled to get their phone out and pass it to Izuku.
When he was done, he stroked Yuki’s cheek with one hand while he did the same to Hiro’s with the other. He leaned up to his toes and kissed Yuki first, wet and dirty, and then did it again with Hiro. Izuku’s hand went to their clothed cocks, squeezing teasingly, before he looked up through his lashes at them, “You might not get me, but you still have each other.” He winked, stepping back.
Yuki and Hiro turned and looked at each other for a long moment and then they crashed together like magnet pieces. Lips on lips, hands grabbing and pushing clothes away and down.
Izuku turned away, feeling smug. He caught Yuu watching from the sidelines and went up to kiss him too. He licked into his mouth and whispered, “What are you waiting for? Go join them.” And watched as Yuu did.
Izuku took a moment to adjust his skirt in the mirror before he met Shouto’s gaze through it. From the corner of his eye, he could see Hiro humping Yuu’s leg, their grunts and heavy breathing echoing around them. “You are a menace to society,” Shouto said at last.
Izuku went to him, wrapping the arm Shouto had offered him around his shoulder as he exited the bathroom. “Whatever do you mean?” He asked innocently.
“You just need to be in a room for people to want to fuck.” Shouto shook his head. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that’s your quirk.”
Izuku laughed, flattered.
“Oh also,” Shouto said, pulling out his phone as they walked through the hallways. “I took this one earlier and was inspired by Shinso to send it to the group chat.”
“Oooh!” Izuku said eagerly, taking the phone to see.
Shouto had taken a picture of him while Hiro and Yuki had been on their knees in front of him lapping at his cunt.
Shouto:
- worshipped
Izuku kissed Shouto’s cheek before he read the others’ responses.
Eijirou:
- like the goddess he is ❤️
Denki:
- Damn dude!
- you let them eat him out today?
- am I too late to join?
- Is that the bathroom on the second or third floor?
- are you still there?
Sero:
- I’ll worship him better than all of you fucks together
- I’ll show you
Izuku giggled.
-
Once lessons are over Shouto made Izuku take him to his room so that he could choose his outfit.
Shouto chose black booty shorts and one of the softest off shoulder sweaters Izuku owned.
But then stuffed Izuku’s mouth with his cock again when he started to change.
“Didn’t get to come down your throat like I promised,” he said, grabbing two fistfuls of Izuku’s hair and fucking with abandon.
Izuku opened his mouth wide for it, his gag-reflex long since having been trained out of him. He tongued at Shouto’s balls with the tip of his tongue whenever Shouto ground deep. And moaned when his friend finally came.
He caught the last few drops spurting from Shouto’s tip with his lips and licked them as he smiled up at him and swallowed.
After that, Shouto took him to the common room and proceeded to tease him all over again. They made out, trading spit and moaning into each other’s mouths for everyone in their class to see.
Izuku was so horny and desperate for release that he shivered every time his pussy lips parted for the hardness underneath him through the rapidly dampening fabric of his shorts; the friction oh so good but not nearly enough.
“I think you should take him to your room,” someone that Izuku couldn’t pin down through the sex haze in his mind said.
“Please, don’t,” and this time Izuku could easily recognise Denki’s voice. “I wanna watch.”
“They have to,” another voice came. “Time for dinner.”
Shouto broke the kiss. “You heard the man,” he said, his lip quirking at the hazy look on Izuku’s face.
At dinner, Shouto kept a hand on his bare skin, stroking Izuku’s skin in little circles every once in a while.
Halfway through, Izuku could barely taste the food in his mouth but managed to finish everything.
“Good boy,” Shouto praised, before, finally, finally! He took him to his room.
As soon as they’re inside, Izuku didn’t waste any time, shedding his clothes without asking Shouto and sprawling on his bed, grabbing his ankles in each hand and spreading himself wide for Shouto to see.
Shouto must’ve had enough with the teasing too because he took his cock out without a word and sunk into Izuku without a pause.
“There it is,” Shouto said fondly as soon as Izuku’s eyes closed shut in bliss. “You’re the happiest when your full, aren’t you?”
Izuku hummed his assent as he rocked with Shouto’s thrusts.
“Can think better now that you have cock in you?”
“Yeah,” Izuku said dreamily.
Shouto kissed him gently, at odds with his sudden harsh thrust and smiled against Izuku’s cheek, “Good. Now, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you forget again.”
And Shouto did. Izuku’s moans getting louder and louder until they turned soundless. He fucked him through the first orgasm until he came again before he finally spilt inside him.
Izuku had passed out around the third time and they were both tired enough to agree that it was probably time to actually sleep.
He checked his phone one last time, curled against Shouto’s side and found a text notification waiting for him.
Sero:
- thinking of you
The text in itself would’ve been one of the sweetest he’d got as far as sexts went. But the picture attached to it made Izuku’s stomach swoop and his pussy clamp tight around nothing.
Izuku was treated to the sight of Sero’s cock shiny with cum and lube again, but beyond that, he could also see a very familiar pair of dark blue panties with a sweet bow in the front.
His panties. The ones that he’d made Sero suck the night before and then left behind.
Except now they were soaked through with cum. Like Sero had taken care to spill over them every time he jacked off during the day.
And judging by the state of them, he’d jacked off a lot.
Izuku knew he was a dirty, dirty slut. He owned it. He was proud of it. But he still felt himself blush a little and hesitate as he texted Sero back with his true thoughts.
Deku:
- I want to wear them tomorrow
- wanna feel your wet cum against my pussy
It took Sero a while to reply, and then he did all at once.
Sero:
- Fuck!
- You fucking slut
- holy shit I love you
- you’re fucking perfect, Midoriya, perfect.
- yes, baby, wear my cum against you
- I’ll cum on them again tomorrow before I give them back to you
- I’ll help you get into them too
Deku:
- thank you!
- You’re always so helpful ❤️
- want to pick my outfit too?
Sero:
- fuck yes
- I knew you’d make the teasing worth it
Deku:
- you’ve been so patient
- you deserve a reward
Sero:
- getting to bury my cock inside you is a reward in itself
- but I won’t say no to anything else you want to add
That had Izuku giggling a little, and he smiled fondly at the screen even as Shouto’s knee started pressing and rubbing against his cunt.
Deku:
- goodnight!
Sero:
- sweet dreams
- get some rest, cuz I won’t let you off my cock tomorrow.
Izuku shivered pleasantly at both the texts and the soft bite on the sensitive skin right under his ear.
Shouto’s hand reached for his — forcing Izuku to let go of his phone — and rolled Izuku around until his back was on the mattress. Shouto above him, still holding their linked hands above Izuku’s head. “I still own you. Today isn’t over yet,” he said mildly.
Izuku spread his legs wider, feeling every fibre of Shouto’s hard and lean body settle onto his. “I still have your cum inside of me,” Izuku replied. “I know.”