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Eijirou didn’t think life could get much better than this. With his cock shoved deep into Midoriya Izuku’s juicy pussy as the future symbol of peace rode him like his life depended on it.

“Mhm, Ei,” Midoriya smiled sleepily at him as he gyrated his hips. “You fill me up so good.”

“Yeah?” Eijirou asked, his arms spread on Midoriya’s bedframe as he looked up at the little minx.

Midoriya mewled, bending down to kiss him.

Eijirou opened his mouth wide for it, sucking the school slut’s tongue in as if it were his little clit. He grinned when Midoriya moaned into it. He kept fucking into his mouth with his tongue until finally, Midoriya broke the kiss, spit trailing between their lips as he looked at him under his lashes and asked, “Fuck me, Ei, please?”

And really, who was he to refuse such a sweet request?

Eijirou bent his head to suck and lick at his nipple, eliciting a sweet gasp from the slut, before he grinned up at him and said, “Your wish is my command,” as he flipped them over.

Midoriya’s whine and Eijirou’s groan as he slammed hard inside, were probably loud enough to be heard from the common room. And Midoriya giggled sweetly as he realised it too.

“They’re gonna be so jealous of me.” Eijirou said, smug as he drew back and fucked hard and deep.

“Only for a little while,” Midoriya said, biting his cocksucking puffy lips. “They just have to knock on my door if they want me,” he gasped as Eijirou hit the perfect spot.

“That’s right,” Eijirou kissed wetly at Midoriya’s jaw to the point that it was more tongue than lips. “Everyone can get a piece of this sweet pussy if they just want to, right?” He pistoned his hips down, enjoying the little mewls Midoriya was helpless to let out. “All they have to do is look at you and you’d drop your panties for them, right? Fucking Slut,” he said, impossibly fond.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Midoriya threw his head back and moaned. “That’s me!” he trembled as he came.

Eijirou laughed lowly, reaching between them to grab onto the back of Midoriya’s knees and pushed until he was bent in half. The drawn-out whimper that Midoriya let out accompanied by the filthy squelch of his pussy would be what he’d jack off next time he needed to come hard and fast. “Fuck, you’re perfect, aren’t you?” he gasped out as his thrusts turned jerky and deep as his own orgasm coiled at his navel.

Midoriya’s opened mouth stretched into a blissed-out stupid smile, his body jerking with each of Eijirou’s thrusts. He reached up to card his fingers through Eijirou’s hair and pulled him down until their mouths touched. “You’re one of my favourites.”

And the little slut knew exactly what he was doing as the words sunk into Eijirou and squeezed his heart, while his cunt squeezed his cock. “Fuuuuuck meee,” Eijirou groaned as he came deep inside the other boy.

“Yes, baby,” Midoriya petted the back of his neck. “Come inside me, fill me up.” he mouthed at Eijirou’s jaw. “You’re so good to me.”

Eijirou pumped until his dick was oversensitive, then slipped out and rolled to the side, eyes closed. As far as he was concerned this was paradise and he was dead. His soul inside Midoriya Izuku’s juicy cunt.

Midoriya’s laughter was low and sweet, “What are you even saying?” he rolled on top of Eijirou, and Eijirou was more than happy to wrap an arm around his waist as he opened his eyes.  

“Oh, did I say that out loud?” Eijirou grinned, not feeling embarrassed in the slightest.

Midoriya nosed at him, like a puppy, the gesture so sweet it made Eijirou want to give him the moon. “I’m usually the one that mumbles nonsense,” he said puckering his lips slightly to leave the softest trace of a kiss on Eijirou’s upper lip.

“Hah,” Eijirou grinned, catching the kiss into a light bite. “I guess you rubbed off on me,” he waggled his eyebrows, one of his hands trailing on Izuku’s back over and over again. “Literally.”

Midoriya giggled, hiding his face in Eijirou’s neck. And Eijirou basked into the post-orgasm haze and the easy familiarity of their friendship for the last few minutes he had left.

“How do you want me to pay you?” Eijirou asked, not because he had to but because he wanted to.

Izuku’s little arrangement with most of the boys in the school started when said boys made it obvious that they wanted to fuck him and were prepared to shower him in gifts and money for it.

Izuku jumped at the opportunity to be paid for something he thoroughly enjoyed doing, but over time as he grew closer to his “clients” he stopped asking or even expecting to be paid.

But honestly, that only made the boys want to shower him in money and presents more.

Now, predictably, Izuku pouted cutely, “I was serious when I said you’re one of my favourites,” he sucked a kiss into Eijirou’s neck, making Eijirou’s grip on him tighten. “You don’t need to pay me.”

Eijirou made a buzzing sound, “Wrong answer,” he sat up and arched an eyebrow down at Izuku. “I’ll think of something and let you know.”

Izuku huffed, but the effect was ruined by the little pleased smile. No matter how reluctant he was to accept it, it was obvious Izuku loved being spoiled. And Eijirou was more than happy to do it.

He trailed his fingers down Izuku’s body, digging his short nails into his nipples and down his abdomen. He licked his lips as he took in the mess he’d made of that pussy, “Want me to clean you up?”

Izuku slammed his knees closed, “Sorry,” he sat up when Eijirou pouted at him. “My next likes me wet and messy.”

And like on cue, there was a knock on the door.

Eijirou knew the drill after a year. He dressed back quickly as Izuku stretched and watched him.

At the door, now dressed into an oversized Dynamight custom hoodie, Izuku raised himself onto his tiptoes and kissed him sweetly. Eijirou licked into his mouth and finally leaned back, opening the door.

“Finally!” Denki groused up at Eijirou, then broke into a smile as he took in Izuku, “Hey, baby.”

“Hi,” Izuku smiled happily, as he wrapped his arms around Denki.  

“Mhmm,” Denki stepped inside Izuku’s room while fondling him. “You’re so wet.”

Eijirou stepped out, but stood just outside the door, unwilling to take his eyes off the inherent eroticism of seeing the boy he’d just come inside of being touched and appreciated by one of his closest friends.

Izuku gasped, and Eijirou’s eyes immediately snapped downward, where he found Denki’s fingers spreading Izuku’s pussy and fucking two fingers inside. “Hey,” Eijirou met Denki’s eyes. Denki winked, “Thanks.”

“Yes, Ei,” Izuku said into a moan as Denki kneeled in front of the school slut and attached his mouth to his pussy. “Thank you so much!”

Izuku’s door closed with a quiet snick, contrasting with the loud punched out groans that followed.

 Eijirou adjusted his pants as his dick stirred. Already deciding to book Izuku for two hours at least, next time.

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If Izuku had to describe Kaminari’s way of fucking it would be enthusiastic. 

He ate pussy like a dream and Izuku had come twice even before he got to touch his dick. 

“When’s the next orgy?” Denki asked eagerly, laving his tongue on Izuku’s neck. 

Izuku tilted his head back to give him better access as he stroked him lazily. He hummed, “Dunno, we can ask the others when it’d be a good time for them, later.” He gasped when Denki pushed him down and rough, Izuku’s back hitting his mattress. 

“I want to eat their cum out of your pussy,” Denki said, his hand moving hard and fast on his shaft. 

Izuku moaned at the picture. Getting passed around the boys in his class, until his pussy was a wet squelching mess of all of their cum combined. Denki’s tongue hooking inside his cunt to suck it all. The other boys watching him, touching him, using him. Mhmmmm. He parted his legs for Denki, holding his pussy open with his fingers, “You can start by coming inside me yourself, Kami.”

Denki grinned, sharp and hot, in the way he only did when he fucked Izuku. “Oh, I will, sweetheart,” he said, cock in hand as he pushed inside Izuku’s welcoming hole in a firm, hard thrust. 

Izuku would never grow tired of watching the way Denki’s face went slack, his eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out, whenever he first entered him. 

“Your pussy is magic,” Denki groaned, grinding into him.  

And how could Izuku doubt a word, faced with a look like that? It made him feel powerful, beautiful and essential. No one had a pussy like his. No one could satisfy his boys better than he did. “That’s right, baby,” he said, grasping at Denki’s back. “And it’s all yours for now, all yours.”

“Fuck yes,” Denki drew back and slammed in, gripping Izuku’s ankles to bend him in half.

Denki’s cock wasn't as long or thick as some of Izuku’s other favourites, but what he lacked in size the blonde balanced with stamina that rivalled Izuku's own. 

Denki’s hips jackrabbitted into Izuku’s, cock rubbing against clit at every upward stroke. “Yes, yes,” Izuku’s gasps grew breathier until all he could let out were choked off half whines. “Please.”

Denki’s head was thrown back as he chased his own release. “Love this cunt so much,” he babbled. “Would fuck you and eat you out for days, fuuuck - I’d be your sex slave any time,” Denki looked down at him, eyes feverishly hot. “I know you have plenty of guys in line to fuck you, but if you ever run out, my door.” He fucked deep into him. “My mouth.” Another hard thrust that had Izuku trash back, his insides quivering over how good it felt. “And cock.” Denki snaked a hand in between them and tweaked Izuku’s clit. “Are at your service.”

Izuku’s back arched as he came for the third time during their session. “Thank you, thank you, thank youuu!” He moaned as Denki kept fucking him picking up his pace again. 

Izuku’s mouth stretched into a sleepy smile as Denki continued thrusting into his sopping pussy until he finally reached his release. Denki’s hot cum coupled with his pussy’s juices made the filthiest, most delicious noises as Denki kept pumping inside him. “You’re the best,” he said, releasing Izuku’s ankles to grip  Izuku’s chin and lick inside his mouth. 

Izuku lowered his legs carefully, wincing but also enjoying the ache. He hummed, fisting Denki’s sweaty hair as he let his mouth be tongue-fucked. When Denki changed course to suck and lick at his neck, Izuku smiled. “You always fuck me so good,” he said dreamily. 

“Mhmmm,” Denki was too busy moving down Izuku’s body. His tongue hard at work, swirling around his nipples and then down between the ridges of his abs. He kissed at one nasty battle-worn scar, sweet and reverent before he grinned up at him and said, “I eat your pussy even better,” he ducked, breathing the next words right at Izuku’s sensitive nub. “Let me remind you.”

Izuku's back arched once again, as he screamed. 

He might’ve come a fourth time. 

He forgot the rest. 

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Izuku woke up from the post-orgasm nap he’d inadvertently taken just an hour before dinner time.

He looked down at himself and found his body clean and dry. He was even wearing a fresh pair of panties. He smiled to himself as he reached for his phone and sent a quick text to Denki.

- You’re a sweetheart ❤️❤️

Denki’s response was immediate.

- You deserve the best

And then another followed quickly.

- I left your gift on your dresser, let me know if you like it ❤️

Izuku looked up curiously towards the corner of his room and his eyes immediately picked out a ribboned square box that hadn’t been there before.

He got up, stretching lazily as he revelled in his amazing-sex body aches. He opened the box and grinned at the babydoll pastel pink lingerie he found inside.

He considered putting it on and sending a picture to Denki but ultimately decided against it. It was unfair to tease him right after one of their sessions.

Izuku didn’t have any other appointments, preferring to rest or pick someone he wanted himself for the night, so he just sent another text.  

Deku:

- I love it!
- Is it to be used exclusively with you?

Denki:

- You can use it with whoever you want, I’d just like to see it on you too

Deku:

- I’ll be your baby girl girlfriend, wanna be my boyfriend next time?

Deku could practically hear Denki’s groan and see the twitch of his cock as his reply buzzed against him.

Denki:

- Fuck yes, baby

So much for not teasing him. Oh well.

Izuku smiled happily, putting his phone away.

He hopped in the shower, cleaning himself thoroughly. He loved getting absolutely filthy during sex, but like any other physical activity, it was important to take care of his body afterwards to make sure he could keep doing it.

Once he was done scrubbing himself clean, he took a few luxurious minutes to rub his whole body with the jasmine-scented oil Shouto had gifted him with, a few weeks back.

He bit down his lip hard as his pussy throbbed at the thought of his friend. He wondered if he could persuade him into his bed for the night, or crawl into Shouto’s perhaps.

He was so horny still.

And just like that, he knew he wasn’t going to rest tonight. He was going to be fucked and fucked good again.

But this time he wanted someone that would make him beg and sweat for it. Someone that would make him crawl on his knees just to have their fingers in his mouth.

Izuku shivered as a few options came to him. It would be down to who would be there at dinner and who Izuku wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes away from.

He dressed accordingly. He’d learned a long time ago that the boys would want to fuck him no matter what he wore. Some even told him they adored his t-shirts and shorts, found them erotic just because they were so Izuku. (Izuku made sure to reward the sweet words with the best orgasm he could elicit every time). But to get what he craved, for now, meant making a little more effort.

His collection of clothes had grown significantly larger since he started his little arrangement with the boys. They loved gifting him with things and especially with clothes they wanted to fuck him in.

It resulted in him having a wide range of clothes that went from lingerie — like the one Denki had gifted him today — to cheerleading outfits, school-girl uniforms and thigh-high socks and garter belts.

He skimmed his fingers through the different fabrics until he found what he wanted.

The winner being a white corseted dress with a frilly skirt. He paired the innocence of the dress with fishnet tights to give it an edge. Izuku twirled in front of the mirror for a while, feeling so pretty and sexy.

The boys would know what was up as soon as they’d see him, and he couldn’t wait to bask in their hot gazes and then see their envy as he chose the one for tonight.

He usually didn’t like disappointing his boys, but each of them would get a turn at him eventually, and the heady rush of power that he got from those moments was too delicious to give up.

He rubbed his favourite strawberry lip balm on his lips and was out the door, headed for dinner.

The easy chatter of his classmates welcomed him as he stepped into the common room.

Someone wolf-whistled as they took him in and Izuku blushed as heads turned towards him and the chatter lulled in pause.

“Damn, baby, you look good enough to eat,” Eijirou was the first to speak as he tipped Izuku’s face up so he could kiss him on the cheek.

“Gorgeous!” Denki called out from one of the couches.

Izuku rubbed the back of his head, “Oh, thank you.”

Eijirou grinned, “Hungry?”

“Yes.”

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Dinner was a happy, comfortable affair. His libido reining it in favour of shovelling good food in his mouth.

“This curry is amazing,” Izuku moaned, earning himself a few heated looks.

Eijirou smirked at him like he knew exactly what he was doing. “I made it!”

“No way!” Izuku gasped, genuinely impressed. “It’s almost as good as Kacchan’s!”

Eijirou smiled thoroughly pleased, taking it as the high praise that it was, “Thanks,” and then his eyes brightened. “I know what to give you! Imma make a whole meal for you!”

Izuku’s heart practically melted. “I’d love that,” he said, rubbing at Ei’s thigh and pressing his lips at his jaw in a sweet kiss. 

“It’s decided,” Eijirou grinned, pleased with the affection before he nodded to himself and turned back to his food. 

Izuku looked around the table, taking in the boys present.

Kacchan wasn’t there. Unsurprising, given the late hour, but he still pouted. His childhood best friend was possibly the one person that could give him exactly what he needed even when Izuku himself didn’t know what that was sometimes. It would’ve been a great night guaranteed if he could’ve spent it with his Kacchan.

Oh well.

He looked for Shouto but his eyes strayed to purple instead. His insides coiled as he took in Shinsou.

He was wearing a black button-up, the first two buttons unmade, showing a little of his collarbones and chest. The sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off the biceps and muscles he’d gained two years into the hero course and about to graduate to become a pro. 

Izuku’s mouth watered but forced himself to be patient. 

When they were done with dinner, Izuku helped himself to some strawberry ice cream for dessert, and then got up to help with the clean-up even if the guys told him to go relax.  

Shinsou was on dishwashing duty, and Izuku didn’t hesitate to volunteer himself for drying duty. 

Shinsou gave him a lazy smile, and Izuku’s pussy throbbed as he stepped beside him. He smelled so good too, like clean cotton and spice. 

Izuku wanted to drop onto his knees in front of him and choke on his cock. 

But no. He was craving the lead up as much as the mind-numbing orgasms. He needed to be patient and subtle. 

He stood a careful distance away. Close enough to touch every time Shinsou turned to pass a plate over. 

The thing with Shinsou was that silence was as important as words with him. Izuku never worried about him using his quirk on him without consent these days, Izuku trusted him completely. But when it came to their attraction to one another it was something that needed no words to spark. 

The longer the silence stretched, the thicker the tension, the wetter Izuku’s panties got. 

“Look at you,” Shinsou clicked his tongue. “You got your pretty dress all wet now.”

Izuku turned his wide eyes at him. “How do you know?”

Shinsou raised an eyebrow at him, gesturing towards Izuku’s chest. “One would think you used your dress to dry the plates.”

“Oh,” Izuku looked down at himself, and sure enough his dress had turned almost sheer, it was so wet. 

Shinsou hummed. “I know what you’re doing.”

“Do you?” Izuku was quick to turn coy. 

Shinsou turned back to the few plates left to wash. “You know I’m not like the others, I’m not sweet. I’m not going to beg to fuck you.”

“I know,” Izuku rasped, swaying closer to Shinsou like a piece of metal to a magnet. “I’ll beg for you.” 

Shinsou’s mouth tipped into a smile. He watched him from the corner of his eye, “Will you?”

“Please, Hitoshi,” Izuku didn’t hesitate. “Fuck me. I promise I’ll be good for you.”

Shinsou hummed again. He finished washing the last plate, put it aside, and cupped Izuku’s chest with his still wet hands. He tweaked his nipples through the wet fabric until they were raised and dark smudges against Izuku’s, now see-through, dress. “Who did you dress for?” Shinsou raised his eyes from his nipples to Izuku’s eyes. 

“For you,” Izuku choked out in the effort not to moan like a bitch in heat. 

“You’re such a good slut, aren’t you?” Shinsou leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Let’s see if you’re as good as you used to be,” he trailed off as one of his hands dragged down Izuku’s body until he reached the hem of his skirt. He slipped his hand underneath and Izuku jolted at the brush of fingers against his pussy lips. “So wet already,” Shinsou leaned back, looking surprised. “Is it really all for me?” 

Izuku nodded, working hard to form actual words. “All for you, Hitoshi.” He swallowed before he added, “Please use me? I’ll be your toy tonight; you can fuck me all night long.” Izuku looked up from his lashes. “Even after I pass out.”

“Fuck,” Shinsou pushed him against the counter, gripping his throat, not tightly but just to hold on. “You know exactly what to say, don’t you,” he ducked as if overcome to nose at Izuku’s neck. “Fuck, okay,” he nibbled at his ear. “I’ll fuck you, but first you need to tell everyone that you chose me tonight.”

The throb in his pussy grew worse, feeling more slick gush out of him as he took in Shinsou’s sharp grin. 

Oh, Izuku was more than happy to comply, even when Shinsou told him exactly how to do it down to the minuscule, filthy and almost sadistic detail. 

Izuku took off his sopping wet panties and balled them in his fist, as he swayed towards the couches. 

All boys’ heads turned towards him, gazes scorching hot as they followed him at every step closer. 

Izuku chose his victim from the few he hadn’t fucked in a while. He dropped onto Sero’s lap, throwing his arms around his neck. 

Sero curled his arms around his waist, eager and stirred cock already pocking Izuku’s thigh. 

“What would you do for me?” Izuku pouted, scratching at the back of Sero’s head. 

“Anything,” Sero replied immediately, gripping him tighter, a little possessive as the others’ gaze stayed on them, hungry. 

 Izuku bit his lip, unrolling his panties in front of Sero and the others still watching. “Suck.”

Sero looked down at Izuku’s skirt. It had ridden up, barely covering his cunt. “Were those the ones you were wearing?” 

Izuku brought the panties closer to Sero’s face, so that he could take in the wetness, and whispered in his ear. “Yes.”

It was like he’d pressed a button. Sero sprung forward sucking the crotch of Izuku’s panties and moaned loud and filthy as his eyes rolled back. 

It was so hot that Izuku almost reconsidered who he was going to fuck. 

Almost. 

While Sero sucked, Izuku looked up and beyond the groans and curses from the other boys, Shinsou’s eyes were on him. 

And Izuku would do anything for Shinsou right now. 

“You’re such a good boy,” Izuku breathed against Sero’s cheek, gaze never leaving the boy that owned his pussy tonight. 

He could feel Sero’s gaze on him, after one last hard suck on his panties, he asked, “Can I fuck you in front of everyone tonight?” 

Izuku hummed as if he were thinking about it then kissed Sero sweetly on the corner of his mouth, stroked his bulge once and got up, “Maybe another time,” he smiled. 

Sero’s jaw dropped open. His grip on Izuku’s panties slacked until he dropped them on the floor. 

Izuku tutted as he bent to pick them up, feeling his skirt ride up until his pussy lips felt a rush of cool air, right in front of Sero’s face. 

“Oh, my sweet fuck,” Eijirou groaned. 

Izuku straightened and turned to find Sero’s face closer to his body than it had been. His tongue out and drooling like he’d been about lick up at Izuku’s cunt. 

Izuku felt sorry for him, figuring he’d give him something to tie him over with he trailed his own fingers against his pussy, gathering some slick and pressed those fingers against Sero’s tongue. 

Sero sucked on his fingers so hard his cheeks hollowed. 

Izuku stepped back, taking his fingers away but leaving his panties behind. 

He waved at the boys as he took Shinsou’s hand in his. 

Shinsou looked at the rest of the room, smile smug. 

Izuku looked at Shinsou. “Did you enjoy that, Toshi?”

Shinsou turned his gaze on him, smile turning softer. “Yes, you were a perfect little slut.”

Izuku preened as Shinsou’s hand reached under his skirt again and grabbed at his ass, lifting the fabric up so that the rest of the room could see his fishnet-clad skin sans panties too. 

Shinsou spanked the flesh lightly, keeping Izuku’s skirt lifted up all the way up to his room, parading the little slut and silently announcing to everyone who’d get to fuck him tonight.  

Izuku loved every single second of it.

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Once they reached Shinsou’s room, they stepped inside and Izuku waited for him to close the door and lock it before he dropped to his knees in front of him and nosed at his crotch.

“The slut’s eager,” Shinsou groaned, throwing his head back, as he curled one hand through Izuku’s hair and yanked a little. With this other hand, he pressed two fingers against Izuku’s lips and looked down at him with a mean, bored look, “Go on then, show me how bad you want it.”

Izuku moaned, dropping his jaw opened as he wrapped his lips around Shinsou’s fingers. He licked and sucked between the digits.

The wet sound of his sucking accompanying the quiet squelches of his pussy as it released more slick.

Shinsou released a long sigh. He hooked his fingers on Izuku’s tongue, pressing down until the boy on his knees was forced to drop his jaw wider. “Keep it open like this,” he said, undoing his top button and zipper. He chuckled lowly, “Look at you already drooling,” pulling out his already hard cock and rubbing it on Izuku’s face. On his cheeks, closed eyes and chin, wetting Izuku’s face with his pre-cum.

Izuku leaned into it happily, his drooling getting worse at the scent. Drops of spit falling onto his thighs from his open mouth.

“Fuck,” came Shinsou’s choked groan. “You know exactly what to do, don’t you, you perfect whore.” He slapped him with his cock, grinning at Izuku’s moan. “Go on then, slut, show me how good you are at sucking cock.”

Izuku didn’t hesitate. Stretching his lips around the shaft like he was desperate to breathe and the cock in front of him was his only source of oxygen. He was so eager that he choked a little, Shinsou’s tip hitting the back of his throat.

Shinsou groaned. “That’s a good slut.”

Izuku preened at the praise it made him want to go harder, do better. He dragged his tongue on the veiny underhead and puckered his lips when he reached the tip, looking up from his lashes as he sucked noisily at the slit.

“Fuck!” Shinsou jerked, “Look at you, you’re perfect enough to photograph.”

Izuku perked up, leaning back from the cock just long enough to smile up at Shinsou and say, “You can if you want! Film me too!”

“Go back to suck my cock and look at me like you just did, and I will,” Shinsou ordered, reaching into his back pocket for his phone.

Izuku did as told and stayed still as Shinsou took the picture. Then he kept his work at licking down the shaft, sending heated looks to the camera whenever Shinsou tilted it his way. “I’m going to send them to the group chat.”

Izuku’s interest sparked. He had a group chat with the guys he fucked on a regular. They liked texting their thirst for him and relating to one another. Izuku loved going through it when he was undecided about who to pick sometimes. The filthiest text that got Izuku wet usually was the winner.

But sending pictures of Izuku’s while he fucked someone… that was new.

He’d fucked publicly with one or more of them, a couple of times — Izuku loved watching people’s reactions to him — but this would be the first time they got to see him while he couldn’t see them back.  

The cock in his mouth retreated and Izuku whimpered in askance before he registered Shinsou kneeling down. Shinsou kissed him softly on the lips; he laved his tongue around Izuku’s mouth to catch the drool and met his eyes. “I won’t do it if you don’t want me to.”

Izuku’s heart soared. This was why he belonged to all of them. They were all so good to him, so sweet, how could he not welcome all of them inside his cunt and mouth? How could he not offer his body for them to do as they pleased when they were always so respectful about it?

Izuku sucked on Shinsou’s tongue. “Send the pictures, I want to see what they say.”

Shinsou grinned, pulling out his phone again as he tugged Izuku’s chin down. He waited until Izuku’s mouth was wide enough, then kept his phone raised in front of Izuku’s face and spat in his mouth. Izuku’s eyes rolled back as he swallowed. “That’s a good slut,” Shinsou rasped as he got back on his feet.

The throbbing in his cunt was reduced to a dull ache, so wet he could hardly feel it at this point. “Please, Toshi,” he said mouthing at Shinsou’s balls.

“What is it, sweet?” Shinsou cupped his cheek, lovingly.

Izuku took some time to answer, too busy sucking Shinsou’s balls and revelling in how the sweat gathered there tasted. He fluttered his lashes and puckered his lips, rubbing them up and down his shaft. “Fuck me?”

“Yeah,” Shinsou smiled. “I think I will.” He carded his fingers through Izuku’s curls, the gesture soft and reverent until he fisted them and yanked his head back. Izuku’s moan was probably too loud given the late hour. “Crawl to the bed, I’m gonna fuck you with your pretty dress and fishnets on.”

If possible, even more slick gushed out of him as he eagerly turned around to comply. He knew his pussy was on display as he crawled on the floor towards Shinsou’s bed. Knew that Shinsou was watching him, possibly filming him too. He contracted his lower muscles and his pussy made a filthy sound.

“I pity the fuckers that’ll see this video and not get to fuck you tonight,” Shinsou said, sounding less put together than before.

When Izuku reached the bed, he looked back at Shinsou for further instructions.

Shinsou just grabbed him by his waist and lifted him onto the bed.

“You’ve gotten so strong, Toshi,” Izuku gushed.

Shinsou smiled, “Just so I could throw you around and sink into that pussy of yours.”

Izuku hummed happily, lowering his chest and head on the mattress, presenting his ass and juicy pussy lips for Shinsou. “It’s waiting for you now.”

Shinsou groaned, guttural and deep, losing his composure again. He fisted his cock and rubbed it against Izuku’s wetness, spreading the cunt lips apart at every upward stroke. “Fuck you’re so smooth,” he praised, before he finally sunk in, easy and like Izuku’s cunt had been made for him.

Izuku mewled, fisting the sheets under him as he pushed his hips back against Shinsou.

“Yeah, sweet, show me how bad you want it,” Shinsou ground against him before he spanked Izuku’s ass.

Izuku moaned, lifting his ass just slightly before he slammed down onto Shinsou’s beautiful cock. Over and over again, his eyes rolling at every drag against his clit and lips.

Shinsou’s hands tightened on his hips before he decided to take matters on his hands. He reached for Izuku’s arms, gripping his wrists, and pulled them back until Izuku was forced to raise his chest from the mattress. Then he slammed into his pussy in earnest, fucking him hard and fast.

The bed frame squealed. Izuku couldn’t stop himself from making these little gasps, having a hard time taking a full breath. Shinsou let out quiet short moans that stroked Izuku's pride immensely. But most beautiful of all were the sopping sounds of cock pounding in pussy.

Just when Izuku’s arms started to ache, Shinsou lowered him back on the mattress, and still pounding inside him, asked, “Quirk use, yes or no?”

“Yes, yes!” Izuku moaned more slick gushing out of him.

Shinsou chuckled lowly, as he pulled out and man-handled Izuku to turn around until Izuku’s back was on the mattress. “Wanna be my little sex-doll?”

Izuku held his legs apart and answered, “Yes, please!”

The effect was immediate. His body went slack, and he rejoiced at the floaty feeling it came with.

Shinsou looked down at him, like a man starving. Izuku’s stomach quivered. Shinsou stroked his fingers against pussy and held the lips apart as he sunk his cock back in. He covered Izuku with his whole body, ducking his head to whisper filth into his ear. “Such a pretty doll, still and perfect as I fuck–” He slammed his hips harder, “and fuck you. No one fucks you like I do, do they?”

Izuku stared vacantly back, mouth open and drooling.

Shinsou chuckled meanly, nibbling at Izuku’s lower lip, licking some of the drool away. “Answer, doll.”

“No one fucks me like you do, Toshi,” Izuku said, dreamily. “Only you.”

“That’s right,” Shinsou tongued at his slack mouth. “You wanted me to fuck you even after you passed out, and I think I will,” he promised. “I’ll fuck you until I grow tired of you. Would you like that? Tell the truth.”

“Yes!” Izuku gasped. “I’d like that very much!”

And Hitoshi did. He fucked Izuku until his cunt ached. Fucked until he came on Izuku’s face, and then once again in his mouth, using Izuku like the doll his quirk had reduced him into.

“You are literally perfect,” Shinsou said, taking another picture of Izuku covered in cum, before he slapped his pussy once and hard to break the effect of his quirk.

Izuku stretched the effects of Shinsou’s quirk away, fluttering his pussy and revelling at the feeling of warm, sticky cum inside him. He dragged a tongue across his lips, catching and swallowing Shinsou’s taste. “I could say the same about you.”

Shinsou smiled, warm and sweet, shaking his head. “Little minx,” he said, fondly, as he pulled out a hand towel from somewhere and started cleaning Izuku up.

There was a buzzing from somewhere around the bed and Izuku looked curiously at him.

Shinsou grinned at him, “it’s been going off since I shared the pictures and videos. Wanna see?”

“Oh my god, yes!” Izuku brightened, immediately.

Shinsou laughed, opening his arms for Izuku to settle into as Shinsou settled against the pillows and pulled the bedsheets over them.

He fished out his phone from under one of the pillows and tapped onto their group chat notifications.

Shinsou had sent the picture of him sucking his cock with his lips puckered. He was right. Izuku did look beautiful in it. Like a proper slut too.

Izuku kissed Shinsou on his bicep, “You’re such a good photographer.”

Shinsou kissed the top of his head, “Nah, the subject is just that perfect.”

Izuku preened as he scrolled down and found the video of Shinsou spitting in his mouth. Izuku was pretty proud over how sexy he looked showing the glob of spit and the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed. 

Next was the video of him crawling to the bed. Shinsou had zoomed on his cunt, capturing the slick gushing out of him.

The next one was of him being fucked from behind, the sound of flesh pounding against flesh and their choked off moans raising up from the phone speakers. Izuku shivered pleasantly at it and Shinsou chuckled against his temple.

The picture after was of Izuku spread on the bed, eyes vacant, lips stretched into an empty smile of the truly fucked dumb. His face a mess of drool and cum. There was another picture of Shinsou’s fingers rubbing his cum on Izuku’s tongue.

Izuku scrolled down and grinned at the other’s comments. 

(About blowjob pic):

Sero: 

- Fuck, suck my cock like that too, please Midoriya

Eijirou:

- You look so beautiful, baby, those lips were made to suck cock

- jacking off, thinking of your tongue on my slit

Denki:

- Is this a thing now?

- can we take pics of you when we fuck and share them here? Please say yes

- You look so pretty, I bet your cunt is drooling down there. 

Shouto:

- Beautiful. 

(About the spitting in mouth video):

Sero:

- Come over here baby and I’ll feed you some of my cum if you’re gonna look at me like that too 

Denki:

- Wanna steal that glob from your mouth 

Eijirou:

- Look at that pretty smile, you’re so happy being used like a whore, aren’t you 

- ❤️

Shouto:

- Thinking of how prettier and happier  you’d look if that were cum

(About the crawling video):

Eijirou:

- Fuuuuuuuck. 

Sero:

- Holy shit, I just came from this 

- Fuck you, Shinsou, for taking him away from me

- But also, thank you, Shinsou, for this 🙏

Shinsou snorted as he read that last one. Izuku giggled too. 

Denki:

- I knew it!

- if I could tongue at your pussy for the rest of my life, I’d be a happy man

Shouto:

- You should come over here and take care of the problem you created. 

- Both of you. 

Shinsou hummed, biting down on his lips. “Fuck yeah, next time?”

Izuku nodded eagerly. 

(About the fucking video):

Sero: 

- Look at that ass jiggle 

- I should be the one buried inside you 

Denki:

- Wish I could be under there, sucking at baby’s pussy and Toshi’s cock at the same time

Eijirou:

- Making me wish I’d fucked you from behind too now ☹️

Shouto: 

- I’m going to make you scream until you forget your name. 

Izuku shivered pleasantly at Shouto’s promise. He couldn’t wait. 

(About the cum on face pics):

Eijirou:

- There’s a good slut

Denki: 

- Want to lick it up so bad 💦👅

- Petition for everyone to come on Izuku’s face at the next orgy and for me to eat it all up!

Sero:

- Fucking slut, looking like he’s supposed to 👅 all wet and used and perfect

- Also, *signs petition* 

Eijirou: 

- Signing too!

Shouto: 

- You’re going to choke and swallow my cum. 

- *signs* 

Izuku giggled at all the comments and started to reply to each of them until he was done, and his eyes grew tired. 

Shinsou fingered him lazily as he did, and then fucked him once again, slow, and long as he fell asleep. 

Izuku dreamt of being fucked in front of everyone as they filmed him. He smiled contently as he slept. 

Chapter Text

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.”

Chapter Text

On Saturday morning, Sero told him to wear the sluttiest, barely-cover-your-ass skirt and to meet him in the common room.

When Izuku got there, Sero was sitting on the middle couch; arms spread on the back of it as he waited for him. It was early enough that no one would come here for a while. Not that either of them would mind even if they did.

Sero turned to look at Izuku with a grin, “Hello, sweetheart.”

Izuku chirped his hello and, walking around the couch, saw that Sero had been keeping himself busy, lazily stroking his cock as he waited for him. Izuku licked his lips, “Mhm, that for me?”

Sero grinned, “You know it.” He eyed Izuku’s outfit with heavy eyes, gaze snagging on the checkered miniskirt barely covering his pussy. His hand reached out as if pulled like a magnet and ran the side of his fingers between Izuku’s legs. Brushing against his clit, pressing unerringly between his pussy lips.

Izuku mewled, grinding down on those long fingers until they suddenly disappeared.

Sero grinned in response to his pout. “Turn around, and bend over like you did last time.”

Heat pooled in Izuku’s stomach as he did as he was told. He felt the skirt ride up and expose his ass and puffy pussy lips. He grabbed his ankles and almost buckled over when he felt Sero inhale a breath away from his cunt.

“Fuck yeah, could get drunk off this pussy,” there was a wet sound, and Izuku bit his lip when he realised it was Sero stroking his cock. “Mhm,” Sero hummed and then licked broadly at Izuku’s lips.

Izuku gasped, his grip on his ankles twitching as Sero’s tongue worked hard to gather every drop of his slick. He moaned when Sero’s lips puckered and closed on his clit, and by the time he thought he would fall over, Sero reached up and gripped him tightly by the waist.

He kept Izuku steady as he buried his face in Izuku’s cunt and the wet squelches of tongue working between Izuku’s wet folds, Sero’s filthy growls and Izuku’s little gasps in the quiet, dewy morning light coming from the common room window only contributed to making both of them only hornier.

Sero sucked and licked at Izuku’s cunt, and Izuku was so out of it from the all-consuming pleasure that he didn’t realise they’d attracted an audience until they were standing right by the couch.

“Fuck I wish that were me,” Denki said, eyeing where Sero was nosing between Izuku’s lips hungrily.

Eijirou had his phone out, filming them while rubbing at his trapped cock with his free hand.

Izuku was helpless to cry out as Sero doubled his efforts now that he knew someone was watching. Izuku’s exhibition kink had him run wetter and moan louder as he kept eye contact with the other two boys.

He’d be happy to fuck in front of the whole school. He’d love to be used as a cumdump from the entirety of the school body during lunch. Be fucked on the table and see all the boys and teachers lose their minds with the need to touch him, lick him or even just get a look at his cunt.

One day.

For now, he contented himself with Denki’s drooling and Eijirou’s springing cock as he finally let it out after settling on one of the adjacent armchairs as Denki took the opposite one.

Izuku came with Sero’s name on his lips, eyes rolling back and going limp and boneless for Sero to manhandle until he was lying back on the low table.

Sero’s cock entered him, smooth and so perfect it had Izuku smiling in bliss. “Mhm yeah, baby,” he chirped. “You’re home.”

“Fuck yeah, I am,” Sero said at the same time two twin groans sounded at either side of them.

Izuku sent heated looks at both Eijirou and Denki as Sero pounded against him and palmed Izuku’s perky tits as if he were a sex doll. He let his mouth hang open, biting his lip and emitting those little gasps he knew drove the boys wild every time Sero rocked forward.

But right when he was sure Sero would come inside him and fill him up, Sero pulled out. Izuku made a curious noise, confused as he heard Sero’s fist move wetly against his shaft but no cum dripping on his skin.

Sero groaned deeply as he came, then pulled Izuku upright by his arms and showed him why he didn’t come inside him.

Izuku felt himself salivating, pussy clenching as he was presented with the panties he’d left with Sero. Soiled and filthy with fresh milky cum on the crotch, Sero offered them to him.

Izuku met Sero’s lazy grin and surged to kiss and lick in his mouth. Sero opened his mouth readily for it, letting Izuku suck on his tongue like it was his cock and then doing it in return.

When they broke the kiss, spit trailing between their lips, Izuku didn’t hesitate to step into his panties. He moaned at the feeling of fresh cum wetting his lips and clit.

“Does it feel good?” Sero asked, rubbing his fingers on his crotch, sliding the cum further between his pussy lips.

Izuku held onto his shoulders, nodding with needy eyes, “So, good.”

“Mhm, good,” Sero laved his tongue on Izuku’s face, dirty and possessive. “Go show what a great gift I gave you.”

Izuku bit his lip, squeezing his thighs together as the throbbing grew worse again.

He went first to Eijirou and was welcomed with a warm smile and a heated look. Izuku took one of his hands and brought them to one of his tits. Eijirou’s hand squeezed appreciatively as he licked his lips. Izuku dragged his thumb against Eijirou’s lip and then turned around and bent over, showing off his cum-soaked panties and his dripping pussy.

“Fucking hell,” Eijirou moaned. “Fuck, stay like this,” he said, and then Izuku heard the sound of a camera shutter.

He felt his fingers ghost at the edge of the panty crotch before Sero called out, “No touching. He’s fucking mine today.”

Izuku straightened and patted Eijirou on one of his massive shoulders, thoroughly enjoying Sero’s possessiveness.

He made his way to Denki and, this time, sat in front of him on the low table. Opening his legs wide so Denki could see what a mess Sero had made of his panties.

Denki’s eyes crossed over as his hand worked heavily on his cock. Izuku was tempted to sit on him and let him cum inside him.

“Nope,” Sero shook his head decisively when Izuku turned his hopeful pout his way. “Don’t worry; I’ll fuck you and cum inside you until you’re filled to the brim.”

Izuku grinned, standing up for then bending over to lick the drool that had run under Denki’s chin before returning to Sero’s side.

“Hey!” Eijirou called out when Sero started steering him out of the common room, “Where’s my kiss?”

Izuku looked back at him and sent him a flying one.

Denki cackled, “I’m obviously his favourite.”

Eijirou called bullshit loudly, and the two went on bickering, cocks still out, cum drying on their hands, as Izuku held onto Sero with a promise of a great day ahead. 

-

They went up to Sero’s room. Sero grabbed his face and squeezed his cheeks until Izuku’s lips were puckered and licked inside his mouth again. “I got you a gift; it’s on the bed,” he said, nudging Izuku in that direction. 

Izuku went to see and gasped, delighted. 

It was a playboy black bunny getup. Except, crotchless and backless. The fluffy white pom-pom tail was a butt plug. “Can I put it on now?”

Sero walked to his desk without closing the door; and sat on his chair. “Please,” he said with feeling. 

Izuku bit his lip, feeling hornier than he’d felt in a while as he reached for his crop top, glancing at the open doorway. 

It was in the silent invitation of the gesture. Anyone could pass by and see whatever Sero had planned for him, and it had Izuku throbbing so fucking hard.  

He threw his crop top at Sero and then did the same with his mini skirt, shimming out of it slower than he could’ve to prolong the hungering gaze in Sero’s eyes. 

He ripped a hole in the centre of his cum-soaked panties so that his pussy was easily accessible. And put the fishnet stockings on slow, lifting his legs to Sero’s bed one at a time as he dragged the stockings up his calf, knee and thigh. 

He could feel Sero’s gaze on him like a stroke to his clit. It made Izuku want to let Sero do anything to him. Submit himself to any whim from the other boy. 

He climbed into the corseted part of the suit, enjoying how the opening on his crotch pressed the netted fabric of the stockings against his cunt. “Mhm,” he bit his lips, bringing his fingers to press against the spot. He was so wet. 

“Come here,” Sero said, hoarse. 

Izuku walked to him, a smile on his lips. Sero put a hand on his snatched waist and grabbed the hand Izuku had touched himself with. He sucked Izuku’s fingers, licking the slick from them, then bent still seated to suck it from the source. Tonguing Izuku’s folds and lips and sucking on his clit long enough to make Izuku weak-kneed again. 

Sero resurfaced while getting back up on his feet, pushing Izuku back until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, making him sit down. It put him at the perfect height for sucking cock. 

Izuku looked up, fluttering his lashes and moaned, when Sero pulled him against his crotch. He let Sero grab him from the back of his head and roll his hard-on on his face.  

Izuku’s pussy gushed, his eyes rolling, but again Sero pulled back before Izuku could get his cock out. 

Sero reached behind him, and before Izuku could wonder what for, he felt something settling on his head, behind his ears. 

The black bunny ears headband.

It inspired Izuku to complete his outfit. He buttoned the white cuffs around his wrists and delighted when he pulled up the top of his corset and realised they were half balconette cups—supporting his tits but leaving his nipples out. 

Then, Sero’s hands were on him again, fastening the collar on his neck. Except it wasn’t the frilly bow tie the costume usually came with, but a thick white band with the bow-tie design drawn on and a chain attached to it. 

Izuku’s pussy clamped when Sero pulled at it gently. 

“There,” Sero’s cock jumped visibly even through his clothes. “Perfect.”

Izuku bit his lip, brushing his fingers against his perked-up nipples. “How do you want me?”

Sero let go of the chain and nodded towards the bed, “Show me how much you want me, and this,” he grabbed at the outline of his cock in his pants. “I’m gonna take some pictures.”

Izuku panted, so fucking horny. He obeyed, going to sit on his knees in the middle of Sero’s bed while he gathered some ideas. 

Sero pulled out his phone and arched an eyebrow. 

Izuku brought his index finger to his lips and pouted, “You mean, this,” he dragged his other hand against his bare chest, tracing a line from his nipples down to his belly button until it reached between his legs, “isn’t enough?” 

Sero groaned, listing forward as his camera shutter went off. 

Izuku hummed, shifting from his knees until his legs were splayed in front of him. He lay back on his elbows, his cunt fluttering hungrily through the fishnets. He mewled, “I feel so empty. Fill me up, please?”

“Fuck, fuck,” Sero muttered, taking a few more pictures. Izuku posing slightly different for each. Bending one knee in one, biting his lip and pushing his tits out for another, holding his pussy lips apart for the last before Sero threw his phone aside and said, “Get up.”

Izuku scrambled to get off the bed, and on his feet, Sero crashed into him and kissed him hard, licking into his mouth, sucking on his tongue and working the buttons of his pants open. 

Then, he abruptly turned Izuku around to face the door, and Izuku’s pussy clamped as he saw Shinsou standing just outside, having come out of his room. 

Sero rubbed his bare cock against Izuku’s bare ass, leaving a trail of precum with every roll of his hips. He mouthed on Izuku’s skin, his hands reaching over to hold Izuku’s cunt apart before he shoved two fingers inside 

Izuku moaned, throwing his head back and resting it in the crook of Sero’s shoulder. His eyes still on Shinsou as the boy took a step toward Sero’s room. 

“Yeah, baby,” Sero tongued at the side of his face and neck, “Show him who owns you now.” 

Izuku reached back to grip Sero’s hair, pulling their bodies flush together. “You.” He grabbed Sero’s free hand and encouraged it to grope his tits. Adding his broken off moans to the filthy sounds of Sero’s possessive growls and sopping squelches of his pussy as Sero keeps fucking with his fingers. “You own me.”

“That’s right.”

He screamed when Sero flicked his clit and made him cum. But before he could process it or even come down from his high, Sero was shoving him again, pushing him down on his knees and then on his front until he had his knees and forearms on the floor, ass and cunt in the air for Sero to do as he pleased. 

Izuku looked up at Shinsou through his lashes, gasping when Sero spanked him hard. Izuku pouted, one of his bunny ears flopping down. Shinsou cursed, grabbing the outline of his cock through his soft sleep shorts. 

Izuku wished he could crawl to him and offer his throat as a cock-sleeve. 

Sero grabbed his leash and tugged enough for him to feel it and go straight to his cunt. “Fucking slut,” he growled. “Thinking about someone else’s cock when I’m right here,” he growled, slapping Izuku’s pussy; he rubbed the head of his cock against his lips, teasing his hole. “I’ll teach you,” he said, thrusting in one firm, hard push. 

Izuku moaned, head thrown back, in part because of the leash and in part of his own volition. 

Sero fucked him, hitting deep inside him over and over again. Izuku’s mouth falling open as the pleasure overcame him. 

“Fuck, yeah, little bunny,” Sero let go of the leash to grab his hips. “Hop on my dick.”

Shinsou pulled out his cock and rubbed leisurely at it. His eyes firmly on Izuku’s face as he rocked back onto Sero’s shaft. 

Izuku’s tongue lolled out, feeling like every thought was being fucked out of him. All he could feel and think about was Sero’s cock and the way it felt inside him. Rubbing against his clit at every upward, deep stroke. And its drool adding to his own wetness. 

Sero came inside him with a groan, “Ah, fuck.” He said, sounding sated and pleased. “Such a good bunny for me.” He rubbed his thumb against Izuku’s clit, making him shiver and clamp down on his softening cock. 

Sero pulled out, hooking two fingers inside Izuku’s hole and gathering some of his cum. He stood by Izuku’s side and offered them. 

Izuku immediately opened his mouth for them, but Sero seemed to change his mind as they heard Shinsou nearing his orgasm. “Don’t suck,” he said and fed his cum and pussy juices soaked cock to Izuku, pushing past his lip and groaning at the warmth.

Then he stroked his cum soaked fingers on Izuku’s face. Marking him. 

Shinsou’s groan was deep as he came, the sound of him furiously stroking his cock so delicious. But Izuku was as happy as he could be. His pussy full of cum and his mouth full of cock. 

-

Sero took him around the school and fucked him everywhere he felt like it. 

He mostly felt like it when a few boys were eyeing Izuku, who was still wearing his bunny costume. 

He'd taken the panties off to properly expose his cunt and ass through the fishnets, and Sero had helped him set the buttplug in place. And Izuku adored the attention and double-takes he was getting from the people they met. 

Sero was too possessive to allow Izuku to play with them, but he didn’t mind. Sero stuffed him with his cock every time his eyes strayed. It was a win-win situation. 

Towards the end of the day, his pussy was more cum than slick, the fishnets around the area shiny with his juices and highlighted by drops of milky cum. 

A group of boys had started to follow him and Sero after Izuku had seen them stare hungrily at him, from his exposed nipples to the bunny tail plug and his ever cum-soaked cunt. Izuku winked at them, and it was like he’d leashed them in. 

His favourite fuck, though, had to be when they reached a semi-quiet corner of the hallway in the school. 

The group of boys paused just a few paces away, already taking their cocks out.

Sero bent him in front of the wide window and shoved cock in his already brimming, sopping, wet cunt. The sensation heightened by the buttplug in his ass. “Look at all these people,” Sero said as he ground his hips. “Wanting you, thinking of how your pussy would squeeze their cocks, but watching me have it all instead.” He fucked his own cum deeper inside Izuku as if he wanted to leave his mark inside. 

Izuku looked at the people, students and teachers, looking up from the courtyard to their small audience at their side. He rocked forward with Sero’s thrusts and pushed his chest forward as Sero cupped his tits. So many people paused and pointed straight at Izuku, staring with hunger and lust.

 It was like Sero had said, they wanted him, and they would fantasise about Izuku. They watched him get fucked around school and wished they could taste his cunt. 

Whether he meant to or not, Sero was widening Izuku’s pool. 

Izuku would have so many people to play with, so many cocks to tease, so much cum to taste and be covered in. 

He threw his head back and tongued at what he could reach of Sero, his cheek and then his mouth as Sero accommodated him. 

Izuku hummed, the sound breaking rhythmically as Sero kept pounding in him. 

“Thank!” Izuku gasped around a particular good thrust. “You!” 

He meant it for the numerous eyes on him, the sounds of moaning and groaning of boys and men that wanted to have Izuku for themselves. 

Maybe Sero understood. He buried himself inside Izuku and growled, “You’re welcome,” coming inside him once more. 

Chapter Text

The next day, Izuku padded softly to the kitchen, still sleepy and body comfortably aching from the previous day’s amazing sex. 

It was still early to be up on a Sunday, most of his classmates preferring to sleep in when they could. 

Izuku poured himself a bowl of cereal and milk and started eating it with the strawberries he found inside the fridge. He hummed happily to himself as he enjoyed every sweet bite. 

He’d just bit into the last strawberry when he felt a calloused hand on his cheek turning him to the side so he could meet someone’s mouth with his. Soft lips coaxed him open, and a clever tongue licked against his, stealing the strawberry away. 

“Delicious,” Kacchan smirked, licking the juice from the corner of his mouth. 

Desire pooled at the base of Izuku’s belly. “Kacchan…”

Kacchan’s smirk turned dirtier, knowing. “Morning.”

“Good morning,” Izuku said, a little breathless as he tracked his childhood best friend as he fixed himself breakfast — a protein shake full of greens and nuts. 

When it was ready, Kacchan regarded him from the rim of his glass with a thoughtful expression. Izuku let him look so that he could take him in just as unabashedly. 

Kacchan was wearing black joggers and a grey tank top, sweat making the tank stick to his abs, collarbones and biceps shining with it. 

Izuku’s mouth watered. He wanted to lick every drop. Wanted to feel it stick to his own skin. Kacchan’s sweat… he could almost feel his pupils dilate with his need. 

“Saw some of the videos the boys took of you.”

Izuku bit his lip and looked him up from under his lashes as he slinked closer, “Did you enjoy them?”

“‘Course. Dripped all over my fist,” he drawled, setting his empty glass back on the counter. “Wondered if you’d have time for me, now.”

Izuku’s heart almost ached. He rushed to reassure his childhood friend throwing his arms around his neck, “I always have time for Kacchan!” 

Kacchan grinned like a shark, one of his hands reaching to cup and squeeze his bare ass under his long sleep-shirt. “That right? Anyone can fuck you, but you’ll always crawl for a taste of my cock?”

Izuku’s pussy throbbed. Kacchan’s fingers were so close and yet so far from where he wanted them. He tugged at the sweaty strands at the back of his head, plastering the length of his body against Kacchan’s, “Yes,” he said simply. 

It was true enough. No matter how many cocks he sucked or let himself be fucked by, none could replace Kacchan’s. But most of all, he knew the way to his childhood friend’s cock was to stroke his pride. And Izuku’s cunt was aching, he needed Kacchan’s fat cock in him now. 

Kacchan smirked like he knew exactly what he was doing. “Liked the videos Shinso took best,” he said, lips a breath away from his. “You liked being brainwashed while getting fucked, huh?” He teased calloused fingers against his damp pussy lips. “Being a brainless fuckdoll as Shinso did as he pleased?”

Izuku shivered, grinding down on the tantalising touch, desperate to get it pressing on his clit, “You know I did.”

Kacchan hummed, eyelids dropping, regarding Izuku like prey, “You’d be that nice and easy for me too?” Before Izuku could answer Kacchan slipped his fingers in, thumb stroking his nub and growled, “‘Course you would. You’d let me use you however I wanted, overstimulate you again and again while you lay there having to take it, wanting to take it, isn’t that right, De-ku?”

“Yes, yes,” Izuku panted, as the fingers inside him quickened their pace. “-would let Kacchan fuck me everywhere, whenever, however you wanted,” he dropped his mouth open, tongue lolling. Lewd and desperate. 

Kacchan rewarded the display by licking into his mouth and sucking on the offered tongue. When he leaned back, he did only enough to spit in Izuku’s mouth. 

Izuku’s eyes rolled back, and he swallowed as if it were cum. “Thank you, Kacchan,” he breathed. 

Kacchan smiled, pleased. “Perfect little whore,” he ripped Izuku’s shirt around the chest area so he could fit his palm over his tits and squeeze. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock in my pussy,” Izuku said, shamelessly pushing his chest into Kacchan’s hand. 

“Even after yesterday?” Kacchan raised an eyebrow. “After Sero used your sweet little pussy as his personal cum-hole, you’re still hungry for cock?”

Izuku was annoyed, they’d been over this already. “Yes, because I’m a cockhungry slut,” he said, not bothering to mask his mood. “Now, put that cock inside me.”

Kacchan blinked at him before he let out a guffaw and shook his head, “God, I fucking love you,” he said, pulling his fingers out to rub at his clit as he kissed Izuku again. 

Izuku hummed into it, “I love you too,” he said easily. That was another thing that would always be true no matter how many people Izuku fell in bed with. 

“I’m gonna fuck you good and proper,” Kacchan said, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking Izuku’s slick from them, holding his gaze the entire time. “But first, I need a shower,” he pinched his sweat-damp shirt and made a face. 

“I could lick you clean,” Izuku offered, earning himself a surprised blink from his childhood friend. 

Then, Kacchan smirked, “You do that, but not here,” he grabbed Izuku’s hand and pulled him towards the stairs. 

-

Izuku followed him down towards the 3-A communal bathroom, tits out from the hole on his sleep-shirt and half wishing for more people to be around so they could see him. It wasn’t a secret, Izuku adored the attention, and there was nothing like being the object of most people’s sexual fantasies and basking in their hungry stares. 

The sound of the showers running and the steam rising from beyond the bathroom door caught his attention. 

Kacchan raised an eyebrow at him as he pulled off his tank top and threw it on one of the benches in the locker room portion. 

Izuku stepped towards the showers without pausing. He smiled delightedly when he saw Kirishima-kun, Iida-kun and Shoji, “Hi!”

“Hey, baby!” Eijirou greeted delightedly, eyes darkening with desire when he took into Izuku’s exposed tits. 

“Hello, Midoriya-kun,” Iida waved, growing stiff as he registered Izuku’s bare chest. 

“Hello,” Shoji said quietly, looking away quickly. 

All three of them were stark naked, standing under separate shower heads. And Izuku didn’t hide that he was drinking in their bodies. The cut muscles on each of them. Iida’s powerful calves and thighs. Shoji’s wide chest and tiny waist. Eijirou’s chiselled everything. 

And their cocks. 

Izuku liked the sight of their cocks very much. He wanted all of them in his throbbing pussy. 

“Deku.”

Izuku started, turning to see Kacchan standing near the big square tub meant to fit at least ten people. 

“Thought you said something about wanting to clean me up before I showered?” Kacchan smirked at him knowingly. 

Izuku bit his lip, his mind already spinning with ideas to make this the most fun for him. How to get himself all the cocks present in him. 

He threw a pretty, mysterious smile Kacchan’s way before he padded to Eijirou’s and fluttered his lashes, “Ei, will you help me take my shirt off?”

Eijirou looked even more delighted to be approached first, and eagerness made his hands flutter around Izuku. 

Before he could slice Izuku’s shirt in tatters, Izuku plastered on his front, letting the water soak him, and whispered in his ear, “It’s too long, isn’t it?”

It wasn’t really that long. It just covered his ass and pussy. And that was the problem. 

Eijirou’s eyes flashed with understanding, and with a grin, he used his quirk to rip cleanly the bottom of Izuku’s shirt. 

So, there Izuku stood, in what was now a crop top with a hole that let out his tits and cunt and ass for everyone to see. 

Izuku ran a finger down Eijirou’s chest until he brushed lightly over his thick cock, “Thank you.” 

Eijirou wrapped an arm around him and squeezed his ass cheek, “My pleasure, baby,” he said, licking the water droplets over his lips. 

Izuku delved into the kiss, opening his mouth for it and welcoming Eijirou’s eager tongue. He let Eijirou suck and pull hungrily until Izuku felt his pussy throb and then stepped back, separating himself from the redhead almost forcefully. He loathed to leave without touching Eijirou’s cock more, but teasing him would only make him want Izuku more. 

Izuku left him with a smile and went to Shoji, who was looking at him with an air of someone who had many fantasies but was too shy to admit to them. 

Oh, Izuku’s heart expanded in his chest. The shy ones were always so much fun. 

He stood in front of Shoji, touching lightly his top arm, “Would you like to touch me, Shoji?”

“Only if you’d want to be touched,” Shoji said, the gentleman. 

Izuku wrapped his arms around his neck in response and kissed along his scarred cheeks. 

Shoji was warm and pliant under the warm shower stream. His arms spasmed slightly when Izuku added tongue, all six of them encasing him as his breath stuttered. 

“You’re so good, Shoji,” Izuku whispered in his ear. “You deserve to be treated well. What do you want?”

When Izuku leaned back, Shoji looked dazed as he blinked slowly. He panted as his eyes slid down Izuku’s body. His cock twitched, but he still seemed reluctant to voice his desires, so Izuku asked for him.

“Would you like a kiss?”

Shoji’s eyes snapped to his. “Yes.”

Izuku smiled as he leaned in, “You can do whatever you want to me,” he said just before their lips touched. 

Izuku slipped his tongue immediately, humming in pleasure as Shoji did the same. It was unlike any other kiss he’d experienced. Shoji’s mouth was deeper, his tongue longer too. Mhhm. Izuku sucked on it, addicted, and opened his mouth readily when Shoji finally relaxed and dived into the kiss with intent. He shoved his tongue deeper into Izuku’s mouth, fucking into it, as Izuku felt multiple little somethings mouthing and touching the rest of his body. 

Two mouths teased and sucked on his nipples, two hands groped at his ass, and another tongue hungrily lapped at his damp cunt. 

Izuku undulated his body to get the most pleasure, grinding down on the tongue, slipping into his cunt, and pushing his chest against the mouths on his tits. 

“Damn, Shoji, you fucking perv!” Kacchan’s voice was loud enough to break through the pleasure haze Izuku had descended in. 

He backed just enough to break the kiss, mouth full of Shoji’s spit, and to see that all of Shoji’s arms had halted working Izuku’s body. 

Izuku swallowed Shoji’s spit and turned to glare at Kacchan for interrupting, and found him still standing by the tub, pumping his cock into his fist. 

Flushed, veiny and thick, Izuku’s mouth watered. He still wanted to lap Kacchan up very much. 

He pouted, undecided. Then, turned to Shoji with a coy smile as inspiration struck, “I have a game for you,” he said, grinding one last time on the small mouth attached to his pussy, before he stepped back. “In fact, I have a game for all three of you,” he skipped carefully to Iida’s side, “You’ll participate too, won’t you, Iida-kun?” 

Iida ran a shaking hand through his wet hair, “I don’t think it’d be appropriate, Midoriya-kun,” he said, unsteadily. 

Izuku pouted but stepped back, respectful and adoring the challenge. He walked back to stand between the four boys, “The game is as follows: You three are going to watch me be Kacchan’s personal sex slave,” he said, going to Kacchan and plastering himself along his wide, muscled back. 

“I like the sound of that,” Kacchan said huskily. 

Izuku dropped a kiss on his cheek before continuing, “If you resist joining in, you’ll have me for any amount of time just to yourself to use me however you please on a day of your choosing.” He paused, letting the words sink in and relishing in the hungry looks he saw on each of their faces, even Iida’s. Then, went on, “But if you join in now, I’ll happily be your cum-dump. You’ll just have to share me with Kacchan.”

Eijirou was the one to answer first, “Alright,” he said, following Izuku with his eyes as he came to stand in front of Kacchan and lowered himself on his knees. 

Kacchan was smirking, cocky and pleased. “C’mon, little slut, get to work.”

Izuku did; dropping his mouth wide, he licked under Kacchan’s balls. Damp from steam and sweat, Izuku lapped them like dessert, eager and hungry, sucking them in his mouth and swallowing. 

“Fuck yeah, little bitch in heat, aren’t you? Suck on those balls like a good slut, fuck!”

Izuku moved onto his cock, deep-throating and choking on it until his throat convulsed around it. 

Kacchan’s cock was just so tasty and pretty; Izuku just couldn’t help himself from gorging on it like a —

“Cock-hungry whore,” a furious fap-fap sound reached him then, and Izuku turned enough to see Eijirou fucking into his fist, eyes trained on Izuku’s performance. 

Kacchan bucked his hips then and held Izuku in place as he choked down his cock. 

“Fuck!”

Izuku’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy at being used as nothing else but a hole to fuck into. Then Kacchan pulled him off. 

Kacchan rubbed the thick trail of spit still connecting them, pressing his thumb first on Izuku’s lips, then hooking it inside his mouth. 

Izuku sucked on it happily, relishing in its salty taste. He leaned into Kacchan’s touch, then leaned over to tongue at Kacchan’s thighs. 

His beautiful cock was right there, veiny and hard and heavy. But Izuku had already “cleaned it up” so now it was time for the rest of Kacchan’s body. 

He nosed at Kacchan’s inner thighs, breathed into the musk there and flattened his tongue to catch the sweat gathered in the crease between his groin and thigh. 

“He’s— he’s perfect,” the soft exhalation got Izuku’s attention as he came back up, chasing Kacchan’s taste on his abs. 

He looked over the individual showers and saw Eijirou standing much closer than he had been with drool down his chin and Shoji behind him looking at Izuku like something he wanted to devour whole. 

Izuku shivered imagining how it’d feel to have Shoji's long tongue lapping and fucking his cunt. 

They were so close to breaking and using  Izuku as a toy for their beautiful cocks. So, he got on his feet and licked up to Kacchan’s collarbones, turning and bending his body, so his ass and wet cunt were on display to tease and invite. 

“Don’t be shy. I know you want to, you dirty slut,” Kacchan growled, grabbing the back of Izuku’s hair to smash his face against his armpit. 

Izuku’s eyes rolled again at the scent and taste there. It was so purely Kacchan he couldn’t help but want to bury himself in it. He licked and sucked at the soft skin there, chased after Kacchan’s nipples and pursed his lips over them. 

Mind hazy and high on Kacchan’s scent, he’d almost forgotten about their audience. 

But then a meaty hand smacked him on the ass and groped at his ass-cheeks hungrily, while their cock teased Izuku’s wet hole. “Slutty baby, gonna use you as our cum hole,” Eijirou promised, leaning over Izuku’s back, sandwiching Izuku perfectly against Kacchan. 

Izuku moaned, mouth wet and open on Kacchan’s neck, “Please, please, fill my cunt!”

“Oi, he’s my sex-slave,” Kacchan frowned. “I should get to fuck him first.”

“But he’s isn’t done cleaning you up, I’ll keep his hole wet for you in the meantime,” Eijirou cajoled. “Plus, it’ll keep him happy.”

Kacchan thawed at that, looking down at Izuku with a soft expression. “You happy with that?”

Izuku’s heart gave a happy, fond thump. He loved Kacchan so much. He nodded hazily, and Kacchan rewarded him with a fond smile. 

“Of course you are, fucking slut,” Kacchan gripped his cheeks hard and sucked hard on Izuku’s tongue. “Go do my back, now.”

Izuku mewled, obeying like the good little sex slave he was and reached behind him to grip Eijirou’s hand on his waist and pulled him along. 

Once Kacchan’s muscular back was in front of him, Izuku didn’t waste time leaning over and getting his tongue to gather every droplet of sweat and water.

Eijirou, in the meantime, touched and groped his tits, nibbling and sucking wet kisses on the nape of his neck. “Yes, baby, go on, clean him up. I’ll give you my big cock, now. You want it so bad, don’t you?”

“Yesh, yea,” Izuku mumbled with his busy tongue splayed on the divots at the base of Kacchan’s spine. He sucked a noisy kiss on his tailbone before he moaned in the way he knew made the boys go mad with lust, “Please, Ei, split me on your fat cock!”

Eijirou didn’t need any more encouragement. Izuku felt him adjust his cock to his entrance, and next thing he knew was hot pressure and his cunt spreading around the thick head. “Ffuuuuuuucking hell, feel so good baby, fuck,” Eijirou moaned as he bottomed out. 

Izuku’s eyes closed in pleasure, mouth agape on Kacchan’s skin as Eijirou’s cock fucked his cunt open. 

“God, look at him,” Shoji’s voice was much closer than Izuku remembered. “How can you resist?”

When Izuku opened his eyes, he found him standing right next to him, stroking his thick cock beside Izuku’s face. Izuku looked at him from under his lashes and moaned at a particularly harsh thrust from Eijirou. 

Izuku’s eyes snagged on Shoji’s glistening tip. Red and wet with precum… Izuku couldn’t help himself as he opened his mouth wide and wrapped his lips around it. 

“Ah!” Shoji made an aborted thrust, and Izuku was forced to let go of Kacchan completely to hold onto Shoji and let him know that it was okay. He wanted it. He needed it. 

Wet, squelching sounds rose around them as Eijirou thrust hard and fast, and Izuku’s throat squeezed Shoji’s cock. 

Shoji looked at him with a heady mix of wonder and lust, Izuku’s cunt clenched around Eijirou’s cock, prompting a smack on his ass-cheek. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too,” Shoji choked out between pants, eyes still fixed down on Izuku. “I can’t.”

Izuku doubled his efforts and was finally rewarded with thick, sticky cum in his mouth. “Mhhm,” he moaned and swallowed and swallowed, leaning back only enough to get some air. He caught a stray glob with his finger and licked it clean, smiling at Shoji. “Thank you for the meal, Shoji-kun,” Izuku intoned sweetly. 

It was too much for Eijirou as he finally came too, pumping his cum inside Izuku almost desperately. “Fuck yes, baby, imma fill you up.”

Shoji blushed in the midst of it all, eyes still only for Izuku, “You can call me Mezo, now, I think.”

“Oh, I suppose so,” Izuku giggled. 

“Alright, you guys lubricated his holes enough,” Kacchan declared, helping Izuku straighten up and pushing Eijirou enough to unplug his cock out of Izuku’s cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered when Izuku moaned at the feeling of cum dripping out. 

Izuku grabbed one of Mezo’s hands and stuck two fingers in his hole, stopping the drip and eliciting a twitch from Mezo’s soft cock. Izuku smiled prettily at him and turned to Kacchan, “What are we doing now, Kacchan?”

“We,” Kacchan said, staring with a devilish grin at something beyond them. “Are going to get Four Eyes to join.”

Izuku gasped excitedly as he turned towards Iida. He was still there! Staring and his big, veiny cock standing upright. Izuku’s pussy clenched around Mezo’s fingers. “How?” Izuku asked, eagerly. 

“Doing what you do best, babe,” Kacchan leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Tease.”

Izuku felt a smile stretch on his mouth. He looked coyly at the boys around him. “Will you help?”

“‘Course,” Kacchan said, already pushing Izuku and the others towards the shower head right beside Iida’s. 

Iida’s jaw clenched as he watched them approach, his gaze constantly swinging from in between Izuku’s legs and chest and face and all the ways all three boys were still touching him. Kacchan with his hands on his hips, Mezo rubbing his thumb on his clit and Eijirou deeply engaged in licking and teasing his tits. 

Oh, this was going to be fun. 

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As soon as the warm stream of water hit Izuku’s skin, goosebumps shivered up his body, “Mhm, that feels nice,” he mumbled, turning his face towards the shower. 

“You feel nice too, baby,” Kacchan said, thrusting his cock back and forth between his pussy lips but not penetrating yet. When he grabbed Izuku’s hips harder and turned him to the side, Izuku opened his eyes to see Iida in front of him. “Don’t you want to try him, too, Four Eyes?” 

Eijirou popped up from where he’d been sucking hickeys on the underside of Izuku’s chest just enough to say, “He’s so eager for it, he’ll spread right open for you!” 

Izuku moaned as he felt Mezo close his lips around his clit. “You taste so nice, Midoriya. I want more,” he said right before he plunged his long wet tongue into Izuku’s cunt. 

His arms worked around Izuku, aiding Eijirou in sucking and licking his nipples. With Kacchan’s cock languidly thrusting but not penetrating yet, Izuku felt as if every single nerve ending in his body was set on fire. 

His whines and gasps joined the sounds of the showers running, the boys’ groans and Mezo’s filthy slurping moans. 

Then, Mezo sucked on his clit, and it was too much. 

Izuku came on the spot, shaky and trembling from the aftershocks, as the other three boys stared in silence. 

“Fuck, join if you wanna, but I’m fucking this pussy, now,” Kacchan said, finally thrusting his cock inside Izuku’s used hole. 

Izuku mewled and clenched as best as he could, eliciting from Kacchan the sweet, rough moans he loved so much, encouraging Eijirou to keep sucking on his tits and opening his own mouth wide to welcome Mezo’s long tongue. 

All while keeping eye contact with Iida. I know you want me.

Iida was so close to breaking, eyes hazy as he took into Izuku’s torn, see-through crop top, and the boys using him as their little sexdoll. A few steps, and he could use him too. Could use his mouth and cunt and asshole as sheaths for his fat cock. Could cum on his face and see Izuku’s beatific smile as he smacked his lips to get a taste. “Come, Iida-kun!” Izuku begged. 

Iida snapped. 

He grabbed his cock, pumped it furiously with a tight grip and came on the shower tiles, thick white globs washing away in the water. 

And then, not uttering a word, left. 

Izuku watched his progress as he left, dumbfounded. 

“Huh, he got more self-control than I gave him for,” Kacchan muttered, cock still snug in Izuku’s cunt, sounding vaguely impressed. 

Izuku bit his lip, sinking back on Kacchan’s cock as he petted the other two boys’ lengths. “He won.”

“Won what?” Eijirou asked, thrusting into Izuku’s fist. 

“My little game,” Izuku smiled. “He resisted from joining in, so he’ll get me just for himself to use however he wants.”

“Oh, right,” Eijirou pouted, looking almost jealous.

“Oh, baby,” Izuku giggled, kissing his pout away, “But you can use me all you want now.”

“Oh, right!” Eijirou was beaming again and didn’t waste time in getting Izuku positioned so that he could suck cock while still getting fucked by Kacchan.

Eijirou in front of him, Kacchan behind him and Mezo beneath him, mouths suckling at his skin and hands touching him everywhere, Izuku was in heaven. 

The showers soon were filled with nothing more than moans, gasps, choked-off groans and wet skin slapping against skin. 

Izuku lost himself in the feeling of being used and worshipped. Fondled, kissed, and licked, Mezo’s many arms made him feel like there were triple the amount of boys that actually were, and it drove Izuku to cum over and over again. 

When Kacchan filled him up with his cum, Izuku begged Kiri and Mezo to do the same and cried when they did. He was so full and content. He loved those boys so much. 

“You are so good to me,” Izuku slurred sleepily, laying on the floor at the three boys’ feet like a well-used whore. 

“You did so well, too, Deku,” was the last thing he heard before he passed out. 

-

When Izuku came to was to the sound of a camera shutter going off, and the feeling of his legs being bent and moved against his stomach. 

He opened his eyes. He was in Kacchan’s bedroom, warm and comfortable in his familiar dark sheets. The sound of the camera shutter came again, and he craned his neck to look down the length of his body. 

Kacchan was there, lying on his stomach, phone in hand, as he took closeup pictures of Izuku’s pussy.  

Izuku felt slick pour out of him. 

Kacchan cursed and quickly switched the setting to film him instead. 

Izuku decided to help him by grabbing the back of his knees and folding himself in half, so his pussy was in full display. 

“Fuck, baby,” Kacchan pressed a palm against his visible hardon.

“You awake?” 

“You could’ve sunk into me even while I was asleep,” Izuku mumbled, blinking slowly. “You know I like it.”

“I would have,” Kacchan kissed the inside of his thigh. “Just wanted to take some pretty pictures of you.” 

“Mhmm,” Izuku smiled sleepily. 

“You could make it into a thing, you know?” 

“What?” 

“Like, actually hire a professional to take sexy pictures of you and make it into a calendar,” Kacchan smirked. “You know everyone would get it. The guys already share your pictures in our little group like precious contraband,” Kacchan stroked his finger lightly over Izuku’s pussy lips. “But this way you’d get what you want.”

“And what’s that,” Izuku said, only slightly panting, Kacchan’s touch an exquisite torture. 

“Guys knocking on your door offering up their cocks for you to bounce on.” 

Izuku giggled, blushing. “Oh, Kacchan,” he bit his lip, stroking his spiky hair. “You know me so well.”

Instead of replying, Kacchan buried his face in Izuku’s cunt, successfully purging any thoughts from the little slut’s head. 

He plunged his cursing tongue into Izuku’s wet heat, and Izuku held onto him as his stomach spasmed and quivered at the delicious feeling of a tongue working on his folds.

Kacchan changed tracks suddenly, taking his tongue out to kiss and suck at Izuku’s sensitive nub until he was a sweaty whining mess.

“Kacchan, Kah-mmhhh!”

Kacchan hummed against his pussy, smile obvious in that sound alone, “What is it baby?”

Izuku tugged at his hair with his shaky hands, “Up,” he pouts, “Want you up here with me.”

Kacchan raised an eyebrow. “Can’t eat you out from up there.”

Izuku whined, a sob making its way out of his mouth, “I want your cock!”

Kacchan chuckled meanly but raised himself on his elbows obligingly, “Alright then,” he climbed over Izuku, pressing his hard body against Izuku’s softness. “Crying already for me, huh?”

More tears slipped down Izuku’s cheek as he nodded, “Need you so bad,” he pressed a hand on Kacchan’s ass, willing him to press closer, “Inside,” he begged.  

“Didn’t have enough of it before?”

Izuku shook his head vehemently, “Never e-enough!” he gasped as Kacchan’s cockhead teased his entrance.

“Mhhm,” Kacchan brushed his lips softly against his eyebrows, cheekbones and lips. “You this sweet with everyone?”

Izuku felt his heart stutter and swell with fondness. “You know I’m not,” he said, petting Kacchan’s sweaty hair back. “Kacchan’s always first in my heart.”

The sweet confession ended with a punched-out moan as Kacchan finally pushed inside in a sudden and hard thrust.

“That’s right,” he growled against Izuku’s ear. “I’m first,” he gripped Izuku’s face and held his teary gaze as he fucked into him with slow and deep thrusts. “I’m always first.”

“Yes, yes, yeh-mhmm,” Izuku nodded, canting his hips to meet Kacchan’s, desperate to have his thick cock inside him, breaking off as Kacchan shoved his tongue inside his mouth.

Kacchan swallowed the rest of his moans and whines, his choked-off groans, the sweaty slap of skin against skin, and the bed hinges squealing under them, the only sounds rising around them.

Izuku came not long after that, his senses on fire and feeling so full and complete. His hand stroked and petted Kacchan as he built to his own climax with harsher and jerkier snaps of his hips.

“So good,” Izuku mumbled against Kacchan’s mouth. “Good Kacchan.”

Kacchan came with an almost surprised gasp, burying his spurting cock inside Izuku’s hungry hole.

“So perfect, so good to me, Kacchan’s the best,” Izuku slurred praise after praise clenching around Kacchan’s cock and smiling every time he felt it twitch.

Kacchan slumped over him, his big biceps snuggled around Izuku’s face as he hugged him close, “You’re the perfect one,” Kacchan muttered, hot and fond. “You’re the best.”

Izuku closed his eyes, feeling himself glowing from the inside out.

Kacchan always fucked him so good.

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On Monday, Izuku took great care in dressing himself.

He wanted to make a little extra effort; he was Iida-kun’s prize today, after all.

He went for a silver and black lingerie set – the colour of Ingenium’s armour – fastening one garter belt over his thigh and the soft corset down his front before he put his school uniform on.

Of course, he chose the skirt option and pulled it high enough to tease a look at his garter belt whenever he walked. Paired with the fitted white shirt that hugged his curves all in the right places, Izuku nodded in satisfaction at his reflection in the mirror.

Hopefully, it would be enough to tempt stiff, rules-abiding Iida into playing with him.
 
 
“Good morning, Iida-kun!” he greeted bubbly as soon as he got to class.

“Good morning,” Iida replied, his eyes trailing down Izuku’s body and just as quickly flitting away, his ears red.

Izuku smiled to himself and then wider when he got surrounded by his boys.

“Good morning,  Izuku,” Eijirou beamed, taking his hand and dropping a quick kiss on the back of it. Izuku beamed at him; he never ceased to make his heart flutter.

“I hope you slept well,” Shoji said, sitting at his desk with a soft smile as he looked at Izuku.

“Slept like a baby,” Kacchan replied, smirking before Izuku could say anything.

“That I did,” Izuku stretched, clasping his hands together and pulling them upwards.

“Damn.”

A brief hush took over as the boys took into the garter belt hugging his soft, freckled thigh.

Denki threw himself at his feet, kneeling before Izuku like a supplicant asking for relief, “Can I take it off with my teeth? It’ll be my most prized possession!”

“Yeah, bet you’re gonna wear it around your dick as you strip it and cum all over it,” Sero snorted knowingly, eyeing Izuku with a sly smile. 

Izuku blinked, pussy clenching at the words. That seemed exactly like the kind of pervy thing Denki would do, and it was so hot. He met Denki’s eyes and said, “I want pictures when you do,” making everyone groan as he crouched and took Denki’s hands in his. “But not today, ‘kay?”

Denki pouted. “No?”

Izuku shook his head, “Another day,” he promised and sealed it with a kiss.

Denki immediately opened his mouth to it and moaned as Izuku nibbled on his bottom lip before he pulled them standing.

“Hey,” someone called out. “Where’s our kiss?”

Izuku giggled. His boys were so needy.

He went to each of them, kissing them in turn. Letting each boy touch him and get a grope beneath his skirt and down his shirt to his corseted chest, eyes fixed on Iida the entire time he swapped spit with five different guys.

To his credit, Iida barely looked away. His fists clenching around the pen he was holding and his intense gaze being the only signs of his dwindling control.
 
Izuku was kissing Shouto, his lips wrapped around his tongue, while Shinsou snaked a hand in his underwear and teased his wet hole when a cold voice commanded from the door, “Everyone to your seats.”

Everyone scattered, Shinsou sucking his index and middle finger with relish as he walked to his seat, and Izuku keeping his eyes on Iida as he righted the skirt that had ridden up and buttoned the shirt that got pried apart with all the hands reaching to touch his chest.

When everyone was back in their seat, Aizawa spared a final glare in Izuku’s direction — to which he just smiled sheepishly at — and started his lesson.


Izuku tried to get Iida’s attention by making bedroom eyes at him and twisting his tongue around his pen like a common whore, but predictably Iida was too focused on the lesson to pay any attention to him. All the reactions he got were from the other guys, that could be heard muffling their groans into their fists and acting as if the sudden jerky squeaks of chairs were accidents happening unrelated to Izuku.

By the end of it, Izuku was excited about the chase and turned on as hell. He dodged the boys practically throwing themselves at his feet, offering to fuck him so good, the offers were all appealing and would’ve been so easy to accept. Still, Izuku had his eyes set on Iida, and he wouldn’t be dissuaded from his goal.

He was making his way to the library, knowing that was likely where he’d find Iida, when he noticed a couple of boys watching his progress hungrily.

His stint with Sero truly did a number on his popularity. Rumours about his liberal fucking around spreading like wildfire.

Izuku hoped it would get boys from other classes to come look for him. He would be more than happy to spread his legs and offer up his pussy for them to do as they pleased.

God, he was so horny.

Maybe that was why he approached the two boys and kissed them both on the mouth, bringing one hand each to palm at his soft chest, “Can’t do more than this today, but maybe come find me when you want to get off, mhmm?” he smiles sunnily at their horny, slacked-jaw expressions. “You can take turns fucking me and cumming in me,” he winked and skipped down the hallway, giggling to himself.

There was nothing better than teasing boys that wanted him. The payoff was always so damningly sweet.

At the library, Izuku took care to be quiet and quaint. Gazes followed him as he progressed further in, looking for a certain glasses-wearing handsome knight between the shelves. Izuku met as many as he could, throwing sweet little smiles at every boy that looked ravenously down his body.

Izuku could feel the heat of their eyes on his ass and swishing skirt, probably catching a glimpse of his lingerie.

Any other day, Izuku would’ve been happy to take any and all of them to some dark corner in the library and be stuffed full, but today… today he wanted Iida and no one else.

His pussy clenched happily as he finally found his target in the alcove between the second to last shelves, right at the back of the library. “Iida-kun, I finally found you!”

“Midoriya!” Iida almost dropped the book he’d been skimming and looked at Izuku with surprise, “You were looking for me?”

“Of course,” Izuku slinked towards him, fingers trailing along the spines of the books as he finally stopped in front of him. He tilted his head to the side, “You need to collect your prize.”

“Prize?” Iida asked, eyes following the curve of his neck, dropping right into the unbuttoned top three buttons of Izuku’s shirt before they flitted away like nervous birds.

Wetness dribbled down his cunt onto his thighs; Iida was so cute, turned on and trying to act all proper with his glasses and uniform impeccably in place.

But Izuku thought of how he’d been in the shower, his blue eyes uncovered, cheek flushed from the steam and in the throes of pleasure, looking at Izuku as if he’d wanted to throw him on the tiled floor and mount him until his name was all he remembered.

He wanted that.

“From yesterday,” Izuku replied, teasing a finger down his own shirt and popping another button under Iida’s hot gaze. Izuku met his eyes from under his lashes. “You won the game I set up, remember?”

“O-oh that,” Iida cleared his throat. “Right.”

“I’m here,” Izuku popped another button and started unlacing his corset. “Collect me.”

“Oh damn,” Iida gasped shakily as Izuku exposed his round, supple tits. Then, inexplicably he reached over and covered Izuku’s hands with his, stopping him from exposing more skin, “No, Izuku,” a thrill going down Izuku’s spine at the use of his given name from proper, stiff Iida. “It’s not appropriate… the rules–”

He broke off when Izuku grasped his hands back and dragged them over his tits, nipples catching in the nooks between his fingers. “But I’m so horny, Tenya,” he pouted.

Iida closed his eyes as if he were in pain but didn’t pull back his touch.

Satisfied and more than thrilled, Izuku undid the rest of his uniform, lifting his skirt until his lingerie was all exposed, “I dressed up just for you.”

Iida opened his eyes, temple propped against the shelf beside them. His breath caught, and his pupils dilated, “Midoriya-kun,” he hissed, angry and torn.

Izuku pouted, “Back to my surname and honorifics, too? Oh well,” He shrugged with a gamey little smile, “You can call me whatever you like as you fuck me, handsome.”

“No, this isn’t right,” Iida snapped, pulling back his hands and scowling down at Izuku. “There are rules for a reason, and we have to follow them.”

“But breaking them is so much fun,” Izuku pleaded, leaning his back against the shelf and spreading his legs for Iida.

“Crotchless panties?” the observation seemingly having been punched out of him out of shock. “You’ve been wearing those the entire time?” almost scandalised.

Izuku giggled, “Yeah,” he wiggled his hips, biting down at his lip, “So you could thrust your cock inside me nice and easy.”

Iida groaned, headbutting the shelf near him and looking at Izuku through slitted eyes. “You’re a dirty little slut, Izuku.”

Izuku squeezed his tit, bit his bottom lip and looked at Iida from under his lashes, “Mhmm yes, and you’ll be able to slide right in because of it.”

Iida panted, his eyes tracing all over Izuku’s body. From his shirtless chest to the damp panties framing his cunt. He swallowed, staring as Izuku’s cunt spurted some more slick.

“Iida-kun,” it was barely a whisper of a plea, but it was finally enough.

Iida reached for him, grabbing his waist to pull him against his tall, hard body and then kissed him hard against the bookshelves.

Izuku felt completely surrounded, safe and devoured as Iida licked into his mouth and sucked on his tongue. Izuku scrambled to take hold of something, but Iida wouldn’t let him, taking hold of his hands and holding them above their heads. His other hand was working between them, making Izuku jump every time his knuckles brushed near his pussy.

Then, Iida’s cock was finally out. Just from the open fly of his pants. Iida was still completely dressed, while Izuku was missing his shirt and his skirt was bunched at his waist. Izuku panted, vision hazy and moaned as Iida’s cock entered him, smooth and fast.

“Shh- shhh,” Iida brought his free hand to press it over Izuku’s mouth, rolling his hips languidly in long, hard thrusts. “You’re warm… mhmm and wet, so wet,” Iida pressed his forehead on Izuku’s shoulder. “Feels so good.”

Izuku hummed, eyes rolling back at the overwhelming feeling of being completely taken over and controlled by someone else. It’s everything he hoped fucking Iida would be. And more, so much more.

“Not enough,” Iida muttered, “Got to…” he manhandled Izuku until he was facing away from the shelf he’d been pressed against. Bent him over, fisted his skirt and tugged at his lingerie before he slammed back in. “Ahhh, so much better.”

Izuku mewled and gasped, not wanting to be too loud but unable to stop making sounds.

Even in the throes of pleasure, Izuku came aware of eyes watching them.

Someone behind the shelf in front of them had made a space between the books and propped a phone, probably recording. One boy was peeking from the front of the aisle, his fist working furiously up and down his dick as he watched Izuku get fucked.

Iida hit a particularly good spot, and Izuku let out a moan a little louder than the others. Moans and groans rose around them.

There were so many more people watching than Izuku could see.

Iida made a choked-off noise that sounded like a curse. “You got so much tighter, oh, god, ohh,” Iida thrust furiously, hands gripping Izuku’s waist so tight he’d probably leave bruises.

Izuku met each hard snap with a roll of his own hips, eyes on the phone recording them as he dropped his mouth open and lolled his tongue out lewdly. “Iida’s so good. Mhmm – ah!”

Iida pumped his cum inside him, groaning low and deep. Izuku smiled as he felt the cum drip out of him and Iida’s fingers trying to push it back inside. “I’m not done yet.”

Izuku giggled, turning back to look at him with lowered eyelids, “I’m all yours.”

“Good.”

Izuku slinked to Iida, turning as he ran a hand up Iida’s chest so the camera on the phone recording could get a good view of his dripping cunt. “How do you want me now, handsome?”

“On the floor. Legs spread.”

Izuku grinned excitedly, doing as he was told. “I have to say,” he said, watching hungrily as Iida positioned himself between his knees. “I think I’m going to enjoy being your little cumhole more than I thought I would.”

Iida didn’t reply; he simply thrust back in with his long, thick cock. Holding a hand over Izuku’s mouth as he fucked him brutally once again. Right there on the school library floor as other guys watched and recorded and got off with them. 

Izuku had the inkling that he’d remember it as one of the best fucking in his life. 

Breaking Iida-kun’s resolve was so worth it.