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Kyoka Jiro's hearing was very useful in so many situations. But there were also times where it became a real pain. Sometimes she heard things that she rather wouldn't.
This was one of those times. Things were too hectic back at the Heights Alliance right now with the rest of the girls spending time with Eri, and Kyoka had really wanted to write some lyrics for this song she'd been working on for several weeks now. So she'd stayed behind after school got out for the day and sat down in the English class room, figuring it would be a quiet place for her to focus on her writing.
Unfortunately she hadn't been the only one to stay behind after class.
"I wanna fuck Mina!" Kirishima said. "Just thinking about that pink skin covered in my cum gets me fired up!"
Kyoka grunted under her breath and shook her head in disgust. The boys of Class A were just outside the door standing in the hall, and they'd spent the last several minutes talking about which girls from the class they wanted to have sex with. Kyoka, who could not make a clean escape since they would surely see her if she opened the door, had to sit there and listen to them talk about all of the things they wanted to do to her friends. Admittedly there had been several such conversations among the girls as well, but they were far lass crass about it than the boys (Tooru excepted.)
"Yeah! And grabbing her horns while you fuck her face!" Mineta said, joining in. Kyoka scowled. As if the lewd comments weren't bad enough, Mineta always added his own commentary on every girl the other boys mentioned. And of course he'd spent a good five minutes describing all of the things he wanted to do to Momo's body when it was his turn. He probably still would have been going if Midoriya hadn't finally stepped in to shut him up.
"What about you, Kaminari?" Kirishima asked. Kyoka stiffened, not sure that she wanted to hear what was about to come out of the blond's mouth.
"I like Uraraka," he said. "I'm an ass man, and every time I see her in that tight hero costume I just want to rip a hole in it and spank that fat ass."
"Yeah!" Mineta agreed. "And you could have her use her quirk so you could buttfuck her in the sky!"
Kyoka wasn't sure who she was more disgusted with between the boys or herself. No, she was sure, actually; it was her. The fact that she was now officially the only girl from the class who hadn't been mentioned even once should have made her happy. Why should she want to hear any of those imbeciles talk about all of the disgusting things they wanted to do to her body?
But she wasn't relieved; she was disappointed. She'd always tried not to dwell on it, but deep down she'd always suspected that people preferred the other girls in their class. As much as Kyoka tried not to get self-conscious about her body, it was difficult not to compare herself to her busty classmates and find her own slender body inadequate.
Now she had undeniable confirmation of her insecurities. There were only six girls in their class, counting her, and fourteen boys. Twelve of the boys had already said who they wanted to fuck (Bakugo wasn't there, and Midoriya had been largely silent other than to chastise Mineta when he veered from his normal pervert levels and into things that were borderline illegal.) Her name had not come up a single time. Her best friend Momo had come up most frequently, and why not with a body like that? But everyone else had come up at least once. Even Tooru had gotten a mention from Tokoyami. What did it say about Kyoka's body that a boy would rather fuck a girl he couldn't even see?
She'd thought if anyone might mention her it would be Kaminari, who she'd spent more time around than any of the other boys, but now even he had gone elsewhere and chosen one of her classmates instead of her. Not a single one of the boys wanted her, and try as she might not to care about such things, it still stung.
"You're the only one left, Midoriya," Sero said. Kyoka rolled her eyes. Did the question really even need to be asked? He and Uraraka had been attached at the hip from the moment they walked into UA. As if he would choose anyone else!
"I'm not going to answer that," he said. "I just came to make sure you guys didn't say anything too gross." Kyoka nearly laughed. It was a noble effort, but he'd failed miserably at containing Mineta's grossness.
"Don't wimp out on us, Midoriya!" Sato said. "Everyone else has gone!"
"Indeed," Iida said. "There is nothing to be ashamed of, Midoriya. Sexual desires are perfectly natural, though they should only be acted upon behind closed doors."
"I don't want to," Midoriya said, and he sounded like he was getting flustered now that the pressure was on.
"C'mon!" Mineta shouted, getting carried away like he always did when the topic turned to anything even vaguely sexual. "Do you wanna fuck Yaoyorozu's tits? Have Asui wrap her tongue all around you? Hotdog your cock between Uraraka's butt cheeks? Which is it?! Tell us, dammit!"
"Alright!" Midoriya shouted, and the strength in his voice made Kyoka jump. He was mild-mannered and timid most of the time, but every once in awhile she was reminded of just how intense he could get. When she heard the strength in his voice, a vivid picture entered her mind of him holding Uraraka in the air by her asscheeks and roughly bouncing her on his cock.
"I want to fuck Jiro!" he declared. There were gasps from the other boys, but no one was as surprised as the young woman in question.
Me?
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Kyoka pounded on the door to Midoriya's room at the Heights Alliance. It had been three days, and she needed answers.
"Coming!" she heard from inside the room. He hurried over and opened the door. "Oh, h-hi Jiro!" he said, blushing slightly when he saw her on the other side of the door. "Can I help you?"
"Let me in so we can talk," she said bluntly.
"Oh! Uh, okay," he said. He stepped back and held the door open for her to enter, and closed it behind her once she was inside. "What can I do for you? Do you want some water? Sorry for the mess, but--"
"I heard you guys after school," she said, cutting him off and getting straight to the point.
"What do you mean?" he asked, cocking his head and looking genuinely confused.
"Three days ago," she said. "I was in the English class room after school, working on some lyrics. Then you guys stopped in the hall to chat about who you wanted to fuck." Izuku blushed bright red as he realized exactly what she was talking about.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" he said. "We didn't know you were there! But that's no excuse! We should never have been talking about that in the first place! I didn't want to join in, but it was just--"
"I'm not here to yell at you for talking about that stuff," she said, cutting him off again. "It's not like girls don't gossip about boys they like too. I'm here to talk about who you picked."
He blushed an even deeper red as he looked beyond her simply having heard their explicit gossip and remembered what he'd been cajoled into admitting.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly, hanging his head. "I never meant to embarrass you. You deserve better than that."
"I'm not embarrassed," she said. She had been embarrassed when it seemed like she was going to be excluded from the list, but then he'd gone and defied her expectations. "I'm confused. Why the hell would you pick me?"
"What do you mean?" he asked. Despite his embarrassment, he was confused enough to look back up and make eye contact again.
"Have you seen the girls in our class?" she said sarcastically. "Why pick me when you could've chosen someone as busty as Momo? Or even Uraraka, who is hot as hell and has an amazing ass in addition to being your best friend? Why pick me? Don't know if you've noticed, but I'm the least stacked girl in the entire class." She waved her arm in front of her body as if to highlight her proportions. He was still blushing and clearly embarrassed, but he shook his head.
"You're more petite than the other girls, but I still think you're pretty," he said shyly. Kyoka scoffed and shook her head.
"I don't buy it," she said. "I think you just mentioned my name out of pity. You're such a nice guy that you didn't want me to be the only one who didn't get mentioned, even though as far as you knew I wasn't actually there to get offended by it. There's no way you'd want to fuck me when you have so many busty girls in our class to lust after."
"That's not true," he muttered. "You have no idea how long I've thought about picking you up and bouncing you on my cock, or making you scream with my tongue, or playing with your cute little breasts while I fuck you from behind."
Kyoka had seen him mutter to himself before, usually about heroes and their quirks. He always got lost in his own little world when he did it, forgetting that there was anyone else around to hear him. She'd never expected it to happen in this context though.
"You realize I can hear you, right?" she said quietly. It was her turn to be flustered now. She really had convinced herself that he hadn't really meant it, that there was some other explanation as to why he'd said her name, but the things he'd just said left no room for doubt. He really did want to fuck her; she really was his choice.
"Ha, I guess there's no hiding it now, is there?" he said sheepishly, running his hand through his green hair and laughing despite his blush. "So, uh, what do you think?"
"What do I think?" she repeated.
"You know I want to, uh, do it to you," he said. "But what about you? Do you want me?"
Kyoka bit her lip. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting to happen when she marched over and knocked on Midoriya's door, but it wasn't this. But he'd said it, and there was no mistaking that his lust for her was authentic. He wanted to fuck her. This buff, strong, handsome, adorable young future top pro hero wanted to fuck her. What could she do other than step up to him, grab his t-shirt between her fingers and lean up to kiss him?
"Show me," she whispered after a brief kiss. He grinned against her lips.
"You got it," he said. "I'll prove to you just how sexy I think you are."
They kissed again, with Izuku leading the way this time. Whereas the first kiss had been short and sweet, this one was deep, passionate and demanding. He wrapped his arms around her slender body and held her tight against him while his lips claimed hers, and between the heat of his kiss and the hardness of his muscular body pressed against hers, Kyoka moaned into his mouth.
She put her hands on his back, not really having anything else to do while he led this kiss. God, he was so strong! Her hands explored his back through his shirt while he kissed her, and then pulled the shirt up so she could rub his bare skin.
Izuku's own hands were all over her body too. He reached under her skirt to grab her panty-clad ass, and she moaned at how firmly he squeezed her cheeks. Then his hands moved around to her front and unbuttoned her gray jacket, and she helped him tug it off of her shoulders. He tossed it down onto his desk, knocking over one of his All Might figurines in the process. She didn't give a damn about the figurine, and he didn't seem to care either. She untied her tie to help him get that off, and he unbuttoned her white uniform shirt hurriedly. She’d never liked her school uniform very much, but she’d never wanted it off of her body more than she did right now.
For whatever reason, he did not actually pull her white button-up shirt off of her body. Instead he let it hang loosely on her body while he went straight for her little purple bra. He unsnapped it and tossed it aside without a care, and then stared at her chest. She fidgeted, feeling self-conscious all over again. He'd made his desire for her obvious, but that didn't lessen her insecurity over the size of her breasts, especially when compared to the other girls in their class. What if he was disappointed now that he'd seen them?
He squeezed one breast in his hand while leaning his head in to lick and suck on the other, and Kyoka gasped. So much for that, she thought to herself as he sucked on her nipple before switching sides and giving her other breast the same treatment. She patted his fluffy green hair and moaned.
She kicked her shoes off just before Izuku pulled away from her chest to scoop her into his arms and carry her over to his bed. She might have felt like a little kid when she got carried over and put down on top of a bed with an All Might color scheme, but there was nothing childlike about the way Izuku flipped her skirt up, tugged her panties off of her legs and tossed them aside. Kyoka resisted the urge to cover herself and preserve her modesty. What was the point in trying to be modest when he'd already made it clear what he wanted to do with her? She spread her legs and let him see all of her. If he wanted her, he could have her.
She was expecting him to whip his own clothes off and start fucking her; she would have welcomed it in fact. That wasn't what he did, however. Instead he kissed his way down her belly, over her navel and down to her inner thighs. She gasped and trembled as she felt his mouth get closer and closer to where it would feel best.
"Oh!" she cried as his lips made first contact with her pussy lips. They were quickly replaced by his tongue, which traced her outer lips slowly, exploring her with long, soft licks that felt amazing for her.
Having heard some of the other girls talk about their previous experiences with guys going down on them, Kyoka had been led to believe that he wasn't going to spend much time down there. She figured he would give her maybe a few minutes of tongue work and then pull his mouth up to fuck her, or maybe to ask that she return the favor and use her mouth on him. But he settled down in between her spread legs, put his hands on her inner thighs and only picked up the intensity of his cunnilingus.
Izuku's fingers spread her labia and he dove in with gusto, licking her directly where it would bring her the most pleasure. That was wonderful enough for Kyoka, but then he looked up at her and made eye contact with her from between her legs. Seeing those green eyes staring up at her from between her spread thighs while his mouth was hard at work bringing her pleasure made Kyoka groan and writhe in appreciation. The pleasure combined with the eroticism of the eye contact was going to get her off quickly, and she could feel it.
His mouth abruptly stopped what it was doing, and she whimpered in frustration. "Why did you stop?" she asked, whining. "That felt amazing!"
Izuku laughed, kissed her inner thigh and looked up at her again. "You heard what I muttered earlier, right?" he said. She nodded. "Then remember what I said. I want to use my tongue to make you scream, Jiro. I'm not just going to lick you until you cum. I'm going to lick you until you're so desperate that you're begging me to finish you."
With his intentions clearly stated, Izuku got back to work. This time he slid a finger inside of her pussy, and she barely had time to appreciate how pleasant his thick finger felt pushing inside of her before his tongue was circling around her clit. At first he just traced all around her clit without actually touching it, but it was all part of a practiced effort. He must have been thinking about all of the things he would do to her for quite some time now, because he pulled all of this off incredibly well. His fingers began to curl inside of her in a come hither motion at the same time that he put more focus on actually licking her clit directly, and the combination quickly drove her crazy. He'd let her cool off a bit before going back to it, but now he was bringing her back and building that heat up inside of her again rapidly. Her moans kept getting louder as she stared down at him, willing him to keep going just a little longer and bring her that ultimate pleasure that was so close--
And then he stopped again. She groaned and thumped the back of her head against the pillow in frustration, but he just laughed. His eyes shone merrily as he looked up at her and allowed her to come back down from the edge once again.
"Damn it, you tease," she muttered, and that just made him even happier.
It was hard to keep grumbling when he got that mouth of his working again, and reinserted his fingers into her pussy. He got straight back to curling his fingers and stroking along her g spot, but he switched things up with his mouth slightly this time. Rather than licking her clit with his tongue, he took it into his mouth and lightly sucked on it. The feel of him sucking on it was a wonderful, pleasurable surprise, and listening to him sucking on it only added to the moment for her. In short order she could feel the heat building up yet again, and this time she was even more desperate to see it through to the end. She felt like she would say or do just about anything to keep him from pulling back before he got her off.
“Please,” she gasped. “Please, Izuku! Please, don’t stop! You’ve gotta make me cum! I need it so much!”
It wasn’t a scream, but it seemed to be enough for him because he kept going. This time he did not stop when he got her right to the edge of bliss. His fingers continued to slide back and forth inside of her pussy, stimulating her g spot, and he kept sucking on her clit. She whimpered as she felt herself cross over the final hurdle where she’d been denied every time up until now, and she slapped a hand over her mouth so she didn’t actually scream when she came. They were being loud enough as it was; if she let her screams go unchecked she might as well just broadcast what they were doing for all the rest of the Class A boys that lived near him to hear. She was pretty sure Mineta lived in the next room over, and he was just about the last person she would ever want to hear her cry out in orgasm.
Her legs trembled and she held onto Midoriya’s fluffy hair as she squirted against his face and into his mouth. It didn’t even occur to her to feel self-conscious about getting his face dirty because she was so lost in her pleasure, but when he pulled back after he was done, lifted his head and smiled at her with his face slick with the proof of what he’d just done for her, she moaned against her hand. It was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen.
“It was probably good that you didn’t actually scream,” he said as he pulled off the plain t-shirt he’d changed into and tossed it aside. “I’m not sure if Mineta’s back yet but, well, if he hears you I imagine he’ll start humping the wall or something.”
Kyoka nodded absently, not really listening thanks to the distracting view he was now offering her. She groaned as she admired his body. She’d known he was strong, but fuck, look at those muscles! Even the scars on his chest were hot in their own way. They were proof of how many times he’d gone into battle against villains that even top pro heroes had struggled against, and how he’d always persevered no matter the odds. She tenderly traced a faded scar that ran across his torso and smiled.
The tender moment was forgotten quickly once he pulled off his casual shorts and underwear, and his cock sprang free. Licking her for so long and getting her to cum must have been exciting for him because he was rock hard. Kyoka gawked at it in open-mouthed awe.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, unable to take her eyes off of Midoriya’s cock. More than once the girls had speculated about which boy would have the biggest dick, and Kyoka now felt sure that she had the answer. She’d never seen any of the other boys’ cocks, true, but she couldn’t imagine any of them measuring up to this. Was that fucking thing actually going to go inside of her?!
“I feel the same way,” he said as he picked her up again. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing this with you.” A pleased flush spread across Kyoka’s upper body. Knowing that she could inspire such lust in anyone, much less in Midoriya, had her feeling sexier than she ever had in her life. She spread her legs wide to welcome him in as he settled in and guided his cock towards her.
“Are you ready?” he asked. All of this was happening incredibly fast. She’d come over here simply to get the truth out of him, to find out why he of all the boys had been the only one to mention her as the girl he wanted to sleep with. She hadn’t expected to actually fuck him! But as she felt his cock brushing against the outer lips of her pussy, she knew what answer she was going to give.
“I’m ready,” she said breathlessly. He wanted to fuck her, and whatever her intentions had been when she came over here, she wanted it too. “Fuck me, Izuku.”
She kept her legs spread and straight up in the air, keeping them out of the way as he prepared to fuck her. After a moment more of mutual anticipation, he pushed forward and was inside of her.
Kyoka bit her lip to hold back her whimper as she felt his cock enter her. His was the first actual cock to ever enter her, the first thing that had been inside of her pussy aside from toys and her own fingers, and while there was a bit of discomfort there, there was far more pleasure. So this was what the girls from the class who’d actually had sex kept raving about!
He moved inside of her slowly at first, which she appreciated as it gave her a chance to get used to having his cock inside of her. But after a couple of minutes of that he looked down into her eyes and asked her a question.
“Are you ready for more? Do you want me to show you just how badly I want to fuck you, Jiro?”
“Call me Kyoka,” she said. “I think sticking your dick inside of me puts us on a first name basis.” He chuckled softly. “And yes, I’m ready. Show me, Izuku. Show me how much you want me.”
Izuku planted his hands palms-up on the bed on either side of her shoulders, and he began to fuck her. Kyoka gasped as she felt the sudden shift in intensity. What he’d been doing so far had been more experimental, and might be called making love. But now Izuku was fucking her, and there was a big difference. He drove his hips against her with considerable strength and speed, using his powerful body to slam his cock deep inside of her with shocking speed. She had to slap a hand over her mouth again when she heard the grunts he was forcing out of her every time he hilted his cock inside of her with these powerful thrusts.
Those green eyes bore down into her face as he fucked her, but it was a completely different feeling now compared to when they’d locked eyes as he’d licked her. Back then there had been a mischievous playfulness about him, but right now he was so determined to pound her into the mattress that the look on his face and in his eyes reminded her of how he’d looked when she’d seen him about to go into battle. This wasn’t shy and humble Izuku. This was the aspiring pro hero Deku, and he was putting his all into proving to her just how desirable he found her through the strength of his fuck.
She’d already been pretty much convinced that he’d been telling the truth, that he hadn’t mentioned her name out of pity but because he genuinely desired her and wanted to fuck her above even the string of gorgeous women who made up the rest of their class. But there was no way that she could doubt the truth behind his declaration now. The intensity with which he fucked her, the determination and the desire she could see on his face as he did his very best to fuck her brains out shocked Kyoka. She hadn’t even known sex could be this intense or that a man could be driven this mad with lust, never mind that she would be the one to bring about such a frenzied need. Knowing that Izuku desired her this much felt nearly as good as the actual physical sensation of his big cock plunging into her again and again.
“You look so hot in your school uniform,” he said, eyes roaming her body as he kept his hands planted and continued to fuck her with strong strokes. Her eyes widened.
“Seriously?” she said, and then something occurred to her. “Wait, is that why you didn’t take my shirt all the way off?”
“Yep!” he confirmed, grinning down at her sweetly even as the relentless pounding went on. “I can’t get enough of you when you’re wearing it, and how good it makes your legs look. I’ve always wanted to flip your skirt up and just rail you.” She huffed out a surprised laugh.
“Well I’m glad someone appreciates the fit,” she said, shaking her head and smirking. “I’ve never really liked the uniform, or how it fits me.” That she did not feel the same way about her UA uniform made Deku frown, though thankfully it did not disappoint him so much that those powerful, bed-shaking, wondrous thrusts stalled.
“Ah, that’s a shame,” he said. “If you felt half as sexy in the uniform as I think you look when you wear it, there’s no way you would have knocked on my door wondering why I picked you.” That was a surprisingly sweet compliment, and it made her blush. (It wasn’t surprising that he would say something kind and sweet, but it was surprising to hear such sweet things from him while he was slamming his cock balls-deep inside of her.)
“Maybe next time we can fuck in your hero costume?” he asked, which shocked her even more.
“You think my hero outfit is sexy?” she mumbled, dumbfounded. This seemed like the most absurd thing he’d said yet. She liked the style of her hero outfit and felt it suited both her quirk and her personality perfectly, but she would hardly call it sexy. It certainly didn’t compare to Momo’s revealing outfit, or the skintight stuff Ochako and Tsuyu wore.
“Are you kidding?” He actually stopped thrusting into her for a second now to stare at her, looking as shocked as she felt. “You look just as sexy in that; maybe even more! That leather jacket, those black pants, and those white gloves? You look so badass, so cool, and so sexy!”
The glow in Deku’s eyes as he enthusiastically spoke about how much he loved her hero costume displayed a level of excitement she rarely saw from him outside of discussing the strengths and weaknesses of someone’s quirk. Hearing him sing the praises of her costume, and talk about how much he’d like to fuck her while she was wearing it, made Kyoka feel so desired and turned her on so much that she couldn’t contain herself. This boy had it bad for her, and it thrilled her.
Kyoka hastily covered her mouth with her hand again, as between his praise, his lust, the picture he’d put in her head and of course that big dick that felt so good fucking her, her body tightened and she came on his cock. She squealed into her hand, thankful that she’d covered her mouth just in time so hopefully no one else could hear her. Deku could hear her though, and he could see and feel her orgasm as well, and it made him smile even wider.
“You’re so sexy when you cum,” he said, and that triggered another, smaller squeal from her.
At around the time that her second squeal faded, her sharp hearing alerted her to a distinctive sound coming from somewhere in the room, a schlick schlick schlick that she’d heard plenty of times in her life. It wasn’t coming from her and it wasn’t coming from Deku, which meant that there had to be a third party responsible for it. She hadn’t picked up on it before because she’d been too caught up in everything that Deku was telling her and making her feel, but her hearing didn’t miss it now. Someone else was in this room with them, and they were so turned on by what they were seeing that they were masturbating.
She opened her mouth to try and alert Deku as he pulled his cock out of her, but instead she let out a surprised grunt as he flipped her over onto her stomach. He had incredible strength and was far more capable in a fight than she was, but he did not have her hearing. He was oblivious about the fact that they had been unwittingly putting on quite a show for an audience, and was set on continuing said show.
“Deku,” she tried again, pushing up onto her hands and knees. But she didn’t realize just how attractive she looked to Izuku like that, on all fours with her uniform skirt flipped up and her pussy on display for him. She got some idea of it when she felt his hand on her hip and his cock shoving back inside of her in a hurry. She groaned, driven to distraction by the big cock fucking her hard once again.
She really should warn him that they weren’t alone, and she honestly tried. But feeling him fuck her doggy style quickly made it all but impossible for her to focus on anything else aside. She was down on all fours and getting fucked from behind. His hips smacked against her ass and his cock plunged as deep as ever. It seemed like he was actually fucking her even faster now than he had in the previous position, if that was possible. Any time she even thought about opening her mouth to tell him what she’d heard, he drove into her again from the back and reduced her to a moaning, grunting slut.
No, make that a bitch. That’s what she was right now, right? She was down on all fours, getting fucked hard from behind like a bitch. Izuku was making her his bitch, and though he would never actually mistreat her, something about the idea of being his bitch in the heat of that moment forced any remaining thought of their peeping masturbator out of her mind altogether.
As if the doggy-style pounding itself wasn’t enough, he started to smack her ass periodically in between thrusts. Again and again his arm pulled back and his hand whipped through the air to land on her butt cheeks, and though she was sure he could have hit her much harder if he’d really tried, even Deku spanking her at a greatly reduced strength was still more than enough for her to feel the sting.
“God, I love your perky little ass,” Deku said as he kept her skirt out of the way and spanked her. She didn’t understand why he seemed so obsessed with her butt when his best female friend had quite possibly the greatest ass Kyoka had ever seen, but she wasn’t questioning it anymore. She might not get it, but Deku loved her body and that was enough for her right now.
“So there’s something I’ve always wondered,” he said after a few more minutes of deep thrusts and hard spanks.
“Go ahead,” she said breathlessly. She couldn’t understand how he sounded so unaffected, like he wasn’t winded at all. She was short on breath, and he was the one doing all the work! Just how hard did he train to have this much stamina?
“How sensitive are your ear jacks?” he asked. “And does it feel good when you touch them?”
Her breath caught in her throat when she heard his two-part question. She had a feeling she knew where this was going, and she couldn’t wait.
“They’re very sensitive,” she said. “And it feels very good when I touch them, as long as I’m not too rough.”
There was about twenty seconds of quiet fucking while he thought about that, and then Deku stopped thrusting, wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her back with him as he moved into a sitting position on the bed. She was now sitting in his lap, impaled on his dick while he hugged her from behind.
It was her first time being on top of him, but he immediately made it obvious that she was not going to need to do any more work than she had so far. He thrust his hips off of the bed, pushing her up and fucking her from below. Even with her on top, Deku was still able to drive the action.
He couldn’t go quite as fast or push his cock in as forcefully as he had been while fucking her doggy style, but his reason for the switch became obvious soon enough. One of his hands went past her loosely-hanging white shirt and cupped a breast in his hand, showing his continued interest in her small tits. She smiled; it was nice to have him show such appreciation for her breasts, which had been a big point of insecurity for her when surrounded by women like Momo and Mina, even if they never gloated or rubbed it in her face. She liked having her breasts squeezed and her nipples played with as much as any other girl, and Izuku was showing a willingness and an eagerness to give them all the attention they could need.
As for his other hand? That went higher. She’d known it was coming thanks to his question, but she still shuddered pleasantly when she felt his fingers touch her ear jack. Her jacks really were incredibly sensitive, so much so that any time she wanted to finger herself to a really good orgasm, ear jack stimulation was almost always part of the routine.
It wasn’t the first time anyone else had touched them, but it was the first time anyone had done so with blatantly sexual intentions. Feeling Izuku’s fingers slowly rub her ear jack made her shiver and whimper with need.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“It feels amazing,” she said through a moan. “Please, whatever you do, don’t stop.”
He chuckled against her other ear and gave the jack a lick, which made her moan louder than at any point all night. “I wasn’t planning on it,” he whispered, and then he gave the jack a second lick that felt just as wonderful as the first had.
Whether in conversation with the more experienced of her friends or in reading online, Kyoka had often seen girls use the phrase ‘body worship’ when talking about a lover who was particularly focused on making them feel good. She’d thought that was what Izuku was doing earlier on when he spent so long with his head between her legs, and while that probably did count, she couldn’t think of a way anyone could worship her body—her body, and no one else’s—than by lavishing as much attention on her ear jacks as Izuku was doing now. As great as everything had been up to this point, she had never felt pleasure like this in her life.
And all of that was in addition to his cock, so long and thick and all for her, continuing to move inside of her with a surprising amount of force considering she was sitting on top of him. No matter the position he was in, it seemed Izuku would always find a way to make this feel great for her.
He switched hands, bringing the hand that had been stroking her ear jack down to cup a breast while he let go of her other breast to play with the jack on that side. He wasn't going to let either of her jacks or either of her breasts go unattended for very long. He was here to prove to her how much he wanted her, after all, and how could he do that if he didn't make sure she received as much pleasure as he possibly could?
Kyoka was in heaven, she decided. She'd never expected to be the object of someone's affection and the center of their world like she was currently the center of Deku's. Who cared if all of the other boys in the class would rather be with someone else? She had Izuku's attention, and that was all she could ever need. Between his cock pushing into her and fucking her so well no matter the position or pace and the hands that alternated between squeezing her breasts, stroking her nipples and rubbing her sensitive ear jacks, Kyoka couldn't ask for anything more from this handsome, hung and attentive hunk. He'd wanted to show her how badly he wanted to fuck her, and he was doing that and then some.
The moment became even more heated when Izuku began to grunt next to her ear, and his hands rubbed harder. She could sense that something big was about to happen, and she couldn't wait.
"I'm going to cum," he said. Maybe he'd said it as a warning just in case she wanted to stop now and have him cum somewhere else, but Kyoka just moaned. Stopping was the furthest thing from her mind, and she wanted him to cum right inside of her and nowhere else.
She loved listening to him grunt and feeling him squeeze tighter and rub harder as he pushed himself across the finish line. He'd brought her such pleasure, and it was only fair that he have a memorable end of his own. When she heard him let out his loudest groan yet, she knew he was right there.
"Cum inside of me, Deku," she whispered. "Show me how much you want me."
He let out a deep grunt as his cock pulsed and began to shoot his cum inside of her, but Kyoka only had a few seconds to appreciate that before he suddenly took one of her ear jacks into his mouth and started sucking on it. She let out a surprised, pleasured yelp. She hadn't been expecting it, and the feeling of him sucking on her sensitive ear jack was even more pronounced and pleasurable than having him rub or lick it. When combined with everything else, it proved to be enough to bring her one more orgasm.
She and Izuku basked in their shared pleasure, and she could hear him breathing deeply once they settled down. Apparently the fuck had caught up to even him, which made her feel at least a little bit better about her own stamina.
"Was that everything you'd fantasized it would be?" she asked once she felt like she had the ability to speak once again.
"Better," he said, which made her grin. "You're amazing."
"You're pretty amazing yourself," she said. She was on the verge of saying more, but then her hearing reminded her of a little discovery she'd made earlier. The fuck had been so good that it had slipped her mind temporarily, but now that things were finally settling down she could hear it once more. The schlick schlick schlick was back, or maybe it had never gone away, only now it was joined by what sounded like rather feminine moans.
She climbed off of Deku's lap and crept over in the direction of the noise, which seemed to be emanating from the closet. As she got closer she could see that the closet door was opened a crack, so she suddenly grabbed the handle and flung it open.
Then she found herself face to face with her best friend, who had one hand moving rapidly underneath her skirt while the other covered her mouth. The sound she'd heard before was Momo masturbating while she watched them. And the moan she'd heard more recently was Momo fingering her way to an orgasm.
Momo's eyes widened and she blushed deeply at being caught. Kyoka just stared at her slack-jawed, not sure what to expect. Of all the girls who might have been spying on them and masturbating, Momo would've been the last person she expected. (The likeliest suspect would've seemed to be Tooru; she was rather perverted, and her invisibility would be ideal for peeping.) But Momo, who had no shortage of people very willing to take care of her needs? Kyoka didn't know what to say.
"Yaoyorozu?!" Deku mumbled, hurrying over to join her. "W-what?!"
"Get dressed, Izuku," Kyoka said, taking charge of the situation and telling him what to do. She pulled her panties back on and redid the buttons on her shirt, though she decided to leave the tie and jacket off for now. "The three of us have a lot to talk about, and I don't imagine you'll want to wave your dick around to anyone we happen to pass on our way to Momo's room."
"My room?" Momo said weakly, speaking for the first time.
"Yeah, your room," Kyoka said, nodding decisively. "This conversation is going to be awkward enough as it is. I don't need All Might's face staring at me from every direction while we talk."
That was the reason she gave, and it was true. But she had a separate reason for choosing Momo's room over her own, one that she kept to herself. As she pulled her shoes back on, watched Izuku clean himself off quickly and get dressed and observed Momo standing near the door with her head down and her arms folded around her body as if she wanted to hunch and make herself small enough to avoid being seen, Kyoka reflected on what had happened already, and looked forward to what might lie ahead.
She'd gone from feeling unnoticed and unappreciated by boys to having Izuku show her just how much he appreciated her and just how much he loved fucking her. And apparently it had been so good that someone else had enjoyed the show and lost all sense of reason. Deku had fucked her so well that Momo, the girl mentioned most frequently by the boys in that conversation she'd overheard, hadn't been able to stop herself from masturbating while she watched them.
Kyoka couldn't be completely sure where this was headed, but they were going to prove the benefits of the change in rooms if she had anything to say about it. Yes, she felt this was a conversation that would have been out of place in the middle of an All Might shrine, but equally important to her was that of the three of them, Momo's bed was probably the only one big enough to fit three people comfortably.