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“Ooh, they opened up a new jewellery place!” Mina bounded across the tiled floor. “Come on, we have to take a look!”
“You should slow down so Midoriya can keep up, ribbit,” Tsuyu said.
Mina spun on her heel and grinned. “He’ll be fine! Right, Deku?”
“Y-Yeah! Don’t worry about me!” Izuku called, smiling as best he could whilst peeking behind the pile of boxes and bags in his hands. Taking a stumbling step forward, he panicked as a bag threatened to slip away and again as his back screamed under the pressure. He sighed; this always happened whenever he went out with the girls. It always started with holding someone’s bag, then another, and another… usually Mina’s. At least it was just two of them this time.
“Are you sure you can handle all that?” Tsuyu asked as she slowed down to walk in pace with him.
“It’s fine, really! I just have to get my grip right.”
She looked at him with her big eyes and cocked her head. Her tongue lashed out and snatched a bag from the top of the pile, which she hung around her arm. Not a lot of help, but the gesture was nice.
“Hey! Come on, you’re missing everything!” Mina called, bouncing on the balls of her feet and waving.
The athletic bundle of pink and positivity never seemed to run out of energy unless Aizawa’s training was involved. Her smile was white, and her black sclera sparkled like polished basalt as she dashed into yet another shop. At least it was impossible to lose her, with all her eclectic glamour. A zebra-stripe shirt, space-themed tights and khakis shorts that didn’t mix in the slightest with one another, let alone her bubblegum complexion and matching hair: a sharp contrast to Tsuyu’s simple green tunic and bike shorts and Izuku’s t-shirt and jeans.
“We should probably stop her from spending her whole allowance, ribbit,” Tsuyu said with one large finger tapping her cheek. The decorative bow made of her deep green hair swayed behind her as she walked.
Taking a short breath and straightening his back, Izuku followed, bracing himself for the slew of new boxes that was sure to come. What he wouldn’t give for Ochako’s quirk right about now. He mulled over using One For All to help boost himself, but, well… Full Cowl probably wasn’t a good idea to use for lifting a bunch of clothes. It could end with them scattered across the mall if he wasn’t careful or something even more embarrassing. So he persevered, chasing behind the two girls – well, mostly Mina – as they darted from store to store. And his back hated him for it.
“Ooh, the colour’s really pretty!” Mina cooed over a pendant. She plucked it from the stand and held it to her skin, turning this way and that, finally tying it around her neck. “What do you think, Midoriya?”
“Oh, it’s, um…” He tried to think of something to say, but the words rapidly tumbled out of his head as Mina tugged the collar of her shirt down, letting the pendant slip off her shirt and onto her skin. The skin just above her, well… A flush of heat hit Izuku’s cheeks. Dammit, not again. I-it was just a bit of skin! Just Mina with a tiny hint of cleavage poking out. Enough to keep his eyes wandering downwards no matter how much he tried. Izuku gulped – why was he so bad around girls?
He reached for the closest available thought. “It’s very, ah, p-pretty.”
“Hmm?” Mina cocked her head and blinked. A smirk tugged at her lips. “Oh? Do you want a closer look?”
She stepped toward him before he could answer, hooking another finger over her top. And around the tank-top she wore beneath, exposing more and more pink skin lurking beneath. A waft of her smell – citrus fruit and lavender flowers – hit him with all the delicacy of a freight train. Every thought in Izuku’s head crashed into one another. He stepped back, stumbled, and yelped as he tried to catch all the boxes again.
Mina giggled, “Jeez, you’re really clumsy today, huh? Something distracting you?”
“No, no! I was just, um-” Izuku scrambled for an excuse, but Mina had already darted past him to gasp at another sparkly necklace. He sighed with relief.
At least until another box landed atop the pile.
“Okay, okay, just a few more places and we’re done!” Mina beamed.
“Wait, I haven’t finished- ribbit!” Tsuyu squeaked, as the alien queen grabbed her and Izuku by the arm and yanked them out of the shop.
Yet another boutique beckoned, clean and clinical with the faintest hints of what might’ve passed as a personality if it wasn’t for the stock photos plastered everywhere. A few other shoppers shot Izuku sympathetic looks as shirts and dresses and cardigans piled up on his already over-stuffed arms. He flashed a few smiles back, trying to keep himself from toppling over backwards whilst his knees slowly lost the will to stand. Just how much did they need? His only saving grace was knowing at least half of it would end up back on the racks.
“Whoops, excuse me!” Mina said, squeezing past Izuku as she rifled through a parade of bargains. Her body pressed against his back, warm and soft and firm in so many different places. Her citrus smell drifted past again. Her hands lingered for just a moment too long on Izuku’s hips, and he swore there was something more to her smile as he hurriedly turned to follow her.
“Don’t you think this is getting a bit much?” He asked, trying to hide his growing nerves and reddening cheeks. It was just Mina being close; she did that all the time, to girls and boys! And him. A lot.
“Hmm, maybe you’re right.” Mina tapped her cheek. “I guess I don’t need all those summer dresses. Aw, but they’re all so cute. How could I choose?”
“I think I’m almost done, ribbit,” Tsuyu said, “I just need a few personal things.”
“Personal…?” Izuku asked. The girls shared a glance, and Mina snickered. Oh. Oh. His face lit up like a bonfire. “A-ah, right! I’ll just wait here for you then, okay? You don’t need me to-”
“What’s the matter, Izuku? Scared of something?” Mina propped up on her tiptoes and leant in close. “Don’t tell me you’re still embarrassed by that sort of thing.”
“No, no! It’s just, you know… its personal, right?” He tried to laugh it off and back away, but those smug eyes kept following. “You know. U-underwear, and all.”
“It’s only clothing,” Tsuyu said, “It’s not like we’d be trying it on in front of you or anything.”
“Although, it might be nice to get a second opinion on some of them,” Mina said ‘innocently.’
Tsuyu’s turn to go pink. She glanced at Izuku and turned away, pointedly looking at the floor. “Its okay, Mina. I’ll just grab what I need.”
“Aw, but that’s boring!” Mina pouted, “Besides, I need to pick up a couple pairs too. And if it really bothers him, we can always stay away from the fun stuff.”
Izuku gulped. Fun stuff…? A couple hundred images flashed into his head before he could stop himself. Stifling a noise somewhere between a squeak and a keyboard-smash, Izuku grasped for any excuse he could think of, but it was too late; Mina had already slipped behind him, hands on his shoulders, insistently pushing him further into the store. He plaintively looked back at Tsuyu as she trailed behind them, but her big eyes refused to meet his.
So instead, Izuku kept his eyes firmly on the ceiling and away from the lace-covered mannequins and rows of unmentionables. Or as best he could, with Mina’s muffled tittering constantly pulling his attention back down. A gorgeous woman who reminded him too much of Midnight looked out from a tall poster, hands on her hips, every line on her stomach airbrushed to perfection. And, for a second, it was Midnight, flashing him a wink and crooking her finger, praising his ‘youthful vigour.’
Izuku shook the long-held fantasy out of his head and back into the deep, deep, deep depths of his brain where it belonged. Adjusting the pile in his hands, he peered over just in time to catch Mina as she leant in to whisper something into Tsuyu’s ear.
Tsuyu stiffened. “Ribbit?”
Mina giggled behind her hand, glancing over at Izuku with a trademark mischievous grin. And in a flash, the grin was gone, back to her usual bright smile as she leapt forward and grabbed him by the arm. “Come on, this way!”
“W-wait, slow down, we can take all the time we-” Izuku squeaked as a leopard-print bra flopped onto the pile of clothes, a scant couple inches from his face. Leering down at him as his cheeks reddened. Dammit, i-it was just clothing! Girl’s clothing. Girl’s underwear. He shook his head free of the thought and turned away, letting Mina guide him through the racks of bras and panties, and then swimsuits and…
By the time they reached the changing rooms, Izuku wanted to find a quiet corner and breathe for a few minutes. Which was, admittedly, still better than he’d been about this sort of thing before UA.
The girls snatched up a pile of outfits each. They disappeared into their changing rooms, leaving him to drop onto an uncomfortable chair, his payload of purchases stacked beside him. Thankfully, the row of curtain-concealed booths was tucked away in a little nook at the back of the store, almost like an afterthought, and no one else seemed to be using them. Izuku sighed and ran his hands down his face, staring blankly at off-white walls.
What had gotten into him today?
Okay, he was terrible around girls. Especially girls’, um… everything. Their faces, their smiles, the way they smelled… okay, that was creepy, even inside his own head. Things were better than when he was a stupid teenager, but today felt like every silly hang-up he had came back in full force. Izuku kicked the leopard-print bra back into its pile and tried not to think about it. Or about Mina wearing it. Well, Tsuyu wasn’t going to wear something that bold, so it had to be – He groaned into his palms. There he was again! What was next, thinking about the fact they were in the changing rooms? Stripping themselves down to their underwear, hidden only by a curtain? Admiring their bodies in the mirrors, turning this way and-
Dammit.
Flopping his head back, Izuku closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t a pervert. He wasn’t! He knew a pervert – Mineta would be trying to peek through the curtains by now or sticking himself to the ceiling to get a better look. It was just that, once those kinds of thoughts got themselves in Izuku’s head, he froze up and couldn’t think of much else. And thinking those thoughts made him more nervous, and those nerves froze him further, and it all got worse from there.
Being surrounded by pretty girls didn’t help, though.
A curtain pulled back, and Izuku sat up. Mina swanned out, humming to herself as the skirts of her floral summer dress wafted around her. Thin white fabric hung off her shoulders and down to her knees, flowing and baggy, covered in little poppies and primroses.
“So?” She asked.
“So what?” Izuku blinked.
“What do you think, duh?” She rolled her eyes and turned around, waving her skirts this way and that.
“Oh! Um, it’s… a lot daintier than what you normally wear.”
“Huh? You don’t think I’m dainty?”
Izuku hurriedly waved his hands as she glared. “No, no! I didn’t mean it like that.”
He kind of did; he’d never once seen Mina as being that kind of, frankly, fragile. Even under the dress, he could see her firm, athletic muscles move beneath her skin. Saw the toned lines in her arms and calves catch the harsh white light from above until they almost shined. No, ‘dainty’ wasn’t the word he’d use for a girl that could outrun, outlift, and outfight him without his quirk.
But that wasn’t what she meant, was it? His mind raced, picking through her slightly furrowed brow and thin lips. Dainty didn’t just mean ‘fragile’ or ‘fine’; it meant pretty. Girly. Well, it was hard to deny Mina was feminine, and not just the pink. Even in a dress that baggy, the waist nipped in and the top – he stopped himself right there. It suited her perfectly, even if it was outside her usual fashion.
“Uh, Midoriya?” Mina said, “You’re muttering again.”
Izuku snapped upright, reddening a little. “S-sorry! I just thought it’s, um… it’s very girly? And it suits you! With your hair and face, it’s like looking at another flower, just like on the dress!”
That was the stupidest thing he’d said today.
Mina seemed to think so too, looking at him flatly, arms crossed over her chest. At least until a warm smile cracked her face. “You mean it?”
He nodded, and she laughed.
“You’re such a dork,” Mina stuck her tongue out at him. “You still have a lot to learn about talking to girls, huh?”
Izuku sighed and hung his head, ignoring another peal of laughter. Mina swayed back and forth, looking herself over in the mirror behind her. She spun, her skirt lifting high enough to flash her healthy thighs. Izuku squeaked, staring despite himself, lingering on pink skin. He blinked; she’d taken her tights off. She didn’t need to, not to try on a dress like that, so why…?
“This sweater is a little big,” Tsuyu said, pushing her way out of her changing room.
Izuku had to agree; floating down to her thighs, the pale green garment felt more like a dress. Its sleeve hung adorably loose on Tsuyu’s arms, flopping over her big hands as she held them up like a raptor. He’d never figured out why she did that. Tsuyu swayed back and forth, turning her bare legs and trying to peer down at herself, brow furrowed.
“Ooh, ooh! Give us a twirl!” Mina said.
She did, the loose hem spinning about her legs. Izuku gave her as warm a smile as he could, giving her a thumbs-up as she turned again. And blanched as he realised that was all she was wearing; no hint of her bike shorts underneath. Nothing but long, shapely legs peeking out from a homely sweater, like those pictures he’d seen of girls wearing only their boyfriend’s-
Mina clapped, snapping Izuku out of his spiralling thoughts. “Ah, Tsu, you’re so cute! Don’t you think so, Midoriya?”
“Yeah, it’s, um…” Don’t be weird, don’t be weird. “It’s your colour?”
Mina elbowed him.
Tsuyu silently went pink, the way she always did whenever someone complimented her. She tapped her hands together, the sleeves waving a bit in the air. Izuku could feel his nerves – and heart – melt as she stared down at her feet.
“Aren’t you worried it might, um…?” Izuku struggled to think of a delicate way of putting it. The sweater-dress did go to mid-thigh, but there was a lot of thigh still there.
“Ribbit?” Tsuyu cocked her head. “Oh, you mean the hem? I don’t think it’ll be a problem unless I squatted like this…”
“I-I think I know what you mean!” He spun on his heel and tried not to think about the view behind him. Or Mina’s snickering.
The girls disappeared back into their changing rooms, leaving Izuku to awkwardly stand and wait. Couldn’t they get other girls to do this for them? He had no idea what made things look good! He’d had to get a lot of help just designing his hero costume, and that had ended up changing pretty quickly too. Izuku rubbed his eyes and sighed – at least it was nice to know they trusted him on this kind of thing.
“Oh, Midoriya,” Mina called as the curtain slid open.
He tried not so, so hard not to stare. Mina stood tall and confident, clad in a purple-pink camo print crop top that hugged her chest tightly. Very tightly. So much so Izuku swore it was starting to go transparent as it stretched across her- her girls. His eyes wandered downwards, past her exposed midriff and down to where her short pencil skirt hugged her hips and thighs. Pink skin peeked through fashionable tears, leaving every little of her thighs to the imagination.
“So, how does it look?” She half-sang, stretching her arms above her head in a way that pulled her crop top ever-so-slightly further up her body. Mina tilted her back, so every line of her toned stomach stood out, highlighting well-earned abs and hints of her hip-bones.
“Y-you look great!” Izuku said quickly. Dammit, that wasn’t convincing at all.
“Are you sure? I like the top, but I’m worried the skirt is too short.” Mina hummed, running her thumb along the hem. She turned around and cocked her hip, the black fabric creeping further up her thick thighs and tightly hugging her- “See? It’d be so embarrassing if it rode all the way up while I was dancing, right?”
A bead of sweat rolled down Izuku’s neck as he swallowed.
“Oh, and what about the collar?” Mina continued, running her finger along the inside of the thick leather band around her neck. “Do you think it’s a little much?”
“M-much?”
“You know, too…” She smirked, “Slutty?”
Izuku’s eyes bulged as something caught in his throat. He flicked his gaze from Mina’s face to the floor and back, over and over, feeling those yellow/black eyes set his whole body on fire as he struggled to think of anything. “No, no, of course not! I’d never think of you like that! I-I mean, I don’t think you do. The outfit! It’s not, um, slutty at all…”
He petered out, holding his jaw tightly together so he couldn’t say anything stupider. Mina leant against the wall, looking right at him as one hand played with her curly pink hair.
“Are you sure?” She purred.
He nodded quickly. “I-it’s very… you.”
“Aw, thanks!” Mina grinned, all the huskiness dropping from her voice. “I knew I could trust you. Don’t worry, I’ve only got a few more I want to try. I think you’ll really like them.”
“Me?” Izuku asked.
She winked at him. With a sadistic giggle, Mina slipped back behind the curtain, leaving Izuku to fail at processing what had just happened. He shook his head and slapped at his cheeks, trying to clear his mind of the anxious, intrusive thoughts; she was just teasing him! She knew how flustered he got and liked making him blush, that was all. She did that to everyone. Last time he’d seen her and Ochako together, the gravity-defying girl had been pinker than Mina herself.
Still, it wasn’t like he’d been lying. That outfit wasn’t slutty. Sexy, however…
He groaned into his hands. Please, let that be the last of it.
Tsuyu’s curtain flew open. “I’m not so sure about this one, ribbit.”
She rubbed her arm, standing in denim shorts that barely reached mid-thigh, the rest of her long legs covered by black tights. Much like Mina, her midriff peeked out beneath a flowing white top that was just sheer enough to show the black bra beneath. A few bangles hung off her arms, and a long, wide belt added the only touch of colour – the same iconic green of her hair.
“Wow, you look-” Izuku stopped himself, reeling his thoughts back. “Good. You look good!”
“It feels a bit more... daring.” Tsuyu turned this way and that, a thin ring of pale skin peeking out past her shorts. Izuku gulped; they weren’t tights. They were stockings. “Mina said it’d suit me, ribbit.”
“I-I think ‘daring’ is right,” He scratched the back of his head and looked at the wall beside her. “But that’s not always bad.”
She turned around, looking in the mirror behind her, tapping her cheek and leaning forward. And giving Izuku way too good a look at her from the back. The shorts hugged her hips and clung shockingly tight to her arse, her massive thighs on full display. All the jumping and squatting from her quirk definitely bulked her out, but everything stayed smooth and plush. It was one thing to avoid staring when she was in her wetsuit…
“You sure it’s not too much, ribbit?” She asked, peering over her shoulder.
Izuku snapped to attention, trying to angle himself to hide the, ahem, problem part of his body. “You look great, I promise!”
“Are you okay? You’re acting kinda strange.”
Shit. He mentally chastised himself for the dirty word. “I’m just a little tired, is all. Um, maybe we could speed things up a bit?”
“If you’re sure. I think I only have a few more, ribbit. Not sure about Mina, though.”
Izuku sighed as she shut the curtain behind her. Glancing down at the pile of clothes they’d left out there didn’t reassure him. He flopped back into the chair and rubbed his temples, trying to calm himself. Getting all “excited” wouldn’t help anyone. Especially if either of the girls noticed; what would they think if they walked in and spotted him with a… well, you know? His friendships would go right out the window, and deservedly so.
And never mind what the others would think. They had enough trouble with one pervert.
Still, as long as the girls didn’t pop in wearing anything more suggestive than that, Izuku figured he’d be fine. Though, Mina’s comment stuck with him. Why had she asked about it being slutty?
Both curtains pulled back at once, and the girls sauntered forwards.
Izuku knew then he would not be fine at all. The two of them stood in near-identical workout clothes: tight, body-hugging yoga pants and tiny sports bras, both in black with stripes to match their hero colour schemes. Toned midriffs on full display. Muscular thighs covered by thin stretched fabric. And their full chests stuffed in strappy tops with deep necklines, cleavage proudly on display.
He’d always known they were curvy, obviously. But seeing them clad in nothing but form-fitting clothes made his heart race far more than their clingy costumes. His panicked, analytical brain tried to draw up their measurements – he had plenty of references from the other female heroes he’d studied – but even that part of him crashed and burned. All he saw was hourglass curves on Mina and bottom-heavy hips on Tsuyu, and then all the blood rushed right out of his head.
Mina stretched her arms above her head, pushing her ample chest out, her cleavage threatening to spill out of the little black top. The very tops of her panties poked out from her pants – was that a thong? – like one of the women from those old exercise videos. She flashed Izuku a grin and cocked her hip, her hand sliding down the curves of her body and over a firm thigh.
“Does this fit me, Midoriya?” Tsuyu asked, turning her back to him and peering over her shoulder, drawing his gaze down, down, down… all the way to where her yoga pants hugged an enormous, plump arse so tightly she might as well have been wearing nothing at all.
“Deku…” Mina called, “I think my top’s a bit too small, don’t you?”
She squeezed her chest between her elbows, making the already straining fabric work overtime to contain the pink swell of her chest. Izuku’s mouth went dry, and his head spun as he groped for an answer. He tried to speak but barely managed a stammer. He turned back to Tsuyu, watching her gently bounce her buttocks with her fingers.
“I-I should go,” Izuku stood up sharply, “I’ll let you two finish, and we can meet back up outside!”
He yelped as a Tsuyu’s tongue yanked him back. With a thump, he hit the ground arse first. Izuku hissed and rubbed the small of his back – that was going to bruise.
“We still need you to carry our things, ribbit,” Tsuyu leaned over him.
Izuku looked up at her and immediately regretted it; her boobs were right there. Practically resting on his head, barely contained in that tight sports bra. He clamped his legs shut and pulled his eyes away from the tantalising hint of cleavage.
“Don’t worry, we’re almost done,” Mina loomed over him, hands on her hips, a knowing smile plastered across her face. “Just one more outfit to go. Right, Tsu?”
Tsuyu nodded, running a large finger along the neckline of her sports bra. Tugging it ever-so-slightly forward, as if airing herself out, and exposing more of her modest bust. Izuku swore he saw a flash of tiny brown nipple.
The girls retreated back into their stalls, and Izuku genuinely considered running away. Not because he was scared – well, okay, he was. He was terrified! His heart thudded in his chest, sweat stuck his shirt to his back, and his lips were cracked and dry. He could barely form words anymore. They were absolutely doing this on purpose, and Izuku’s nerves couldn’t take it.
Girls. Pretty girls. Pretty, curvy girls in tight clothes, showing off in front of him. He’d scream and laugh and go just a little bit mad if he wasn’t frozen solid. It was like when Kaminari had slipped him that magazine with the Mt Lady pin-up, but so much worse. What was next? What could there be next, after those tight outfits?
The curtains pulled back sharply, and he got his answer.
Bikinis. Teeny-tiny black bikinis that barely covered a thing.
Tsuyu stood awkwardly, her arms crossed under her chest, plumping it up – either by accident or embarrassed design. The tiny black cups left nothing to the imagination save her nipples. The bottoms did no better, the thin straps tied into bows that dug into her hips and waist, leaving tiny peaks and valleys of pale skin.
“How’s this for daring?” Mina cooed, curling a finger around the bow at the front of her top. She filled it out better than Tsuyu did; she threatened to slip right out of it if she turned too fast.
Izuku said nothing, keeping his mouth shut for fear he’d make a noise like a boiling kettle if he didn’t.
Biting her lip, Mina walked a little closer. Tsuyu followed suit, their hips and chests swaying as they stalked closer, trapping him further into his seat. Izuku flicked between smug yellow irises and embarrassed black ones. He sank as low as he could go and prayed they didn’t look anywhere but his face.
“Is something wrong, ribbit?” Tsuyu asked, putting her hands on the armrest and inadvertently – or otherwise? – squeezing her chest between her arms.
“What’s the matter?” Mina teased, “Cat got your tongue? Or would you rather the frog had it?”
Izuku clamped his legs shut. Bad idea; both girls immediately looked down.
“Oh? Is this part of your quirk, Deku?” She grinned mischievously.
Izuku froze as she cupped his crotch. A soft gasp escaped Mina’s lips as she squeezed, running her thumb along the bulge in his jeans. Her eyes widened in shock before locking onto his with a hungry look.
“Did you get like this from looking at us?” She swayed her body from side to side, her full breasts moving like hypnotic pendulums barely contained by the bikini top. “You’re a naughty boy, Midoriya.”
“I-I didn’t mean to,” He squeaked.
His hips bucked against her hand, his cock straining against his trousers. Mina leant in closer, a low, purring laugh in her throat. Her breath tickled his ear as she pressed her chest into his.
“We like naughty boys,” She whispered.
“W-w-we?” He asked as his heart pounded in his chest. Nothing in his body wanted to move, like a deer in the headlights, wanting to run away but not being able to. Wanting to do something but not having the brainpower to work out what.
Mina moved to the side, and Tsuyu was there, leaning over him, just as close, her breath shallow and her flushed face etched with embarrassment.
“It was Mina’s idea,” Tsuyu mumbled, “But I wanted to see what you’d do, ribbit.”
Shoulder to shoulder, the girls crowded over him, smothering him in smells and warmth and skin everywhere he looked. Tsuyu’s fingers slid up his shirt, her other hand trailing along his inner thigh. Mina curled a lock of his hair around her finger and took a gentle bite of his neck. All while stroking along the growing, impossible-to-miss bulge. Trapped, ticklish sensations racing across his body, mind overwhelmed and screaming, Izuku couldn’t move. Didn’t want to move. Someone undid the buttons of his jeans, and the panicking part of him wanted to break away. Another gasp from Mina kept him there. Hands groped him through thin boxers.
“Oh my god,” Mina breathed. She pulled away and stared at his crotch, her jaw dropping as she felt her way up it.
“What? I-Is something wrong?” He finally asked, pulling himself out of the trance.
“Wrong? Oh, no. Not at all.” She licked her lips.
“Wait, is that really his…?” Tsuyu asked, poking along his boxers. She stared for several long seconds before looking back at Izuku. “You’re huge.”
“You bet he is!” Mina hooked her fingers along the top of his boxers and yanked.
Izuku covered his burning face, peeking through his fingers as the girls gasped. Sure, he was… big. Pretty big, if all the stats online mean anything. But that couldn’t be all that impressive, right? It was just his-
Oh. Oh fuck, girls were looking at his dick.
… In public!
He sat up sharply, stuffing his cock back into his pants and hurriedly scanning the little nook. Even with no one in sight, his heart raced. “W-we need to stop. Right now!”
“Aw, scared we’ll get caught?” Mina teased.
“We could get in big trouble!” Izuku hissed.
“Yeah, that’s what makes it so exciting,” She smirked and reached behind her back.
By the time Izuku’s brain figured it out, it was too late; Mina slipped her bikini top off and held it aloft. Not that he really noticed, as his eyes stayed glued to her chest. Her perky, full, utterly bare chest. Bigger than a handful each, sporting a dark fuchsia nipple that jutted as proud as the expression on her face. Boobs. Tits. Breasts. Izuku’s cock twitched in his boxers as his jaw hit the floor.
“See something you like?” Mina shook her shoulders, her breasts jiggling and swaying.
“M-Mina! You can’t, I mean, you shouldn’t…!” He almost pulled his hair out. Was this bad, was this good, oh fuck, they were going to be in so much-
Someone draped a skimpy top over his shoulder. Moving like a rusty cog, Izuku’s head slowly turned and looked down at the bare-chested Tsuyu perched beside him. She covered her breasts with one hand, her face lit up, with one foot digging nervously into the ground. Tsuyu reached down with her free hand and undid the bow on her black bikini bottoms, giving him a little embarrassed look. They fluttered to the floor, exposing her for just a moment before she crossed her shapely legs.
“We should get inside a stall,” Tsuyu said quietly, “before someone comes and finds us, ribbit.”
With a big grin, Mina grabbed them both by the arm and pulled them inside. It was a simple cream-coloured room, one wall entirely covered by a mirror, with nothing inside but a small knee-high bench and piles of discarded clothes. Mina yanked the curtain shut behind her before spinning on her heel, flashing them both a mischievous look and clasping her hands innocently behind her back. “So, Midoriya… we’ve shown you ours.”
“They’re u-um, very… y-you know,” Izuku backed into the mirror, sweat rolling down his neck as Mina stalked forward and Tsuyu sidled up next to him. “Your b-b-b-b…”
“Boobs?” Mina finished.
He nodded quickly.
She giggled, “Aw, don’t be scared. I won’t bite you! Unless you want me to.”
Mina clicked her little fangs together and cackled as Izuku jumped. “You’re so cute.”
“Cute? Me?” He let out an awkward laugh. “No, I-I’m just- Eep.”
Tsuyu slipped around in front of him, gently pushing him back against the mirror. Her big eyes roamed over him, and her equally big hands drifted down, down, down to his stomach. “You’re handsome too.”
Cheeks flaring up, Izuku squeaked.
“And kind,” Tsuyu continued, fumbling across his torso.
“And so helpful!” Mina chirped.
“We’re not the only ones who think so either, ribbit. A lot of the girls really appreciate how much you try.”
“O-oh… which girls?” Izuku asked, the tiniest flicker of hope for… something else in his heart.
Mina smirked. “Oh? Someone special in mind?”
“No, no, I just-”
“Hmph, trying to find out about someone else when the two of us are here,” Mina mock-pouted, “You’re a mean tease, Izuku. And we were going to return the favour! Weren’t we, Tsu?”
Tsuyu ribbited nervously.
“But I think we could forgive you. If you do us one little favour…” Mina took his hand in hers and not-so-gently pressed it to her breast. Izuku gulped as the warm, soft skin flooded against his palm. His fingers closed ever-so-slightly as Mina’s smirk grew.
“What favour?” Izuku gulped. Tsuyu took his other hand and held it to her chest. A different kind of soft, a different kind of warm. A hard nipple digging into his palm as she squeezed it tight against her. The girls drew closer, their smells overwhelming him. Their breath misting on the cold mirror behind and beside his head, rustling past his ears and turning his face into a sun-blasted desert.
“Well, since you’re getting all handsy with us…” Mina breathed.
“Y-you already got to touch, um-” Izuku trailed off as Tsuyu’s hand grabbed his crotch. That was forward, especially for her! Wait, what was he doing? He was pinned by two beautiful girls! He had his hands on them! A-all over them, and they loved it! This was just like in his doujins. So why was he still terrified?
He shuddered as Tsuyu’s thumb traced along the bulge in his trousers. “We didn’t get much of a look, ribbit.”
“Yeah, you hid it before we could!” Mina giggled, “You’ve not got anything to be worried about, though. I don’t think you’ll be disappointing anyone with that monster.”
She squished Izuku’s hand between her chest and his, smothering him in her heat. He squeezed on instinct and heard her breath catch – the sound sent a shiver down his spine and right to his already twitching cock. Tsuyu bit her lip and rubbed her thumb along his length, staring at the bulge in his boxers. A pair of pink lips attacked Izuku’s neck, and he clasped his hands over his mouth to stop the gasp. The girls shared a cheeky look before dropping to their knees in front of him.
“Please, Midoriya,” Mina fluttered her eyelashes and squeezed her tits between her elbows, plumping up her cleavage.
“We won’t tell anyone,” Tsuyu said, following Mina’s example. “We promise, ribbit.”
If either of them did anything else, Izuku knew he’d faint right then and there. He swallowed the lump in his throat and steeled himself for the worst – whatever that was. Their gazes lingered on his unbuttoned crotch as he hooked his thumbs down and pushed his trousers off. Izuku looked between them, but they just stared in rapt attention at his boxers as his cock strained against them like a tent pole. Mina licked her lips. Tsuyu gulped.
With a short breath to steady himself, Izuku pushed his boxers down.
“Oh, wow.”
Mina was on him before Izuku could blink – leaning in with a little gasp of excitement. She held her hands up, measuring him, her gleeful grin growing. She looked like she’d just been given a new toy for Christmas. “Holy shit. Holy shit, Deku!”
He scratched behind the bag of his head. “I-it’s not, um, ugly or anything, is it?”
“I don’t know how to answer that, ribbit,” Tsuyu shuffled up and compared it to her forearm with a small gulp. “But it makes me feel a little… tingly.”
“You’ve been holding out on us!” Mina tapped his tip and giggled as his cock bobbed. “Aw, I think it’s happy to see me.”
She leant in and gave the tip a gentle kiss. Izuku gasped at the second, and the third, the fourth… all the way down his shaft, her plump lips leaving a faint tingle across his sensitive skin. She wrapped a thumb and forefinger around his cock and made a little squeal as it just barely fit. Timidly, Tsuyu joined her, brushing her hands up and down Izuku’s shaft. Eying him up as her hands wandered over his crotch.
“Careful, it’s- ah!” His knees knocked together as Tsuyu dragged her tongue along him. “Tsu!”
“Sorry, was that bad? I thought guys liked that, ribbit.”
“It was just a little sudden, I-I guess.”
Mina stared at his cock with a mix of awe and hunger, slowly stroking up and down its impressive length. Her palm grew slick with viscous slime – the low-concentration version of her quirk – and soon, his shaft glistened in the harsh lighting. The wet smack of their hands filled the little changing room, bouncing around Izuku’s mind.
“Wow, Deku…” Mina cooed as she palmed his balls. “No wonder your hero outfit is so baggy, huh?”
“I-I didn’t want to fall into that kind of trap,” He mumbled, “After what happened with Midnight, I- Ah!”
She squeezed and giggled. “I bet it’d be a really big help against all the lady villains, though.”
“It’d distract all the heroes, ribbit,” Tsuyu said. She rolled her finger around Izuku’s tip, watching his twitch and ooze pre-cum as her cheeks redden and her large eyes widened. “I don’t think I’d be able to fight if you walked around in something else.”
“Mhmm,” Mina purred, “I’d never get out on patrol. Not without craving this. Big. Dick.”
She punctuated each word with a kiss, flicking her tongue over Izuku’s slick, sensitive skin. With a satisfied sigh, she upped her stroking, rolling her thumb around the tip, smirking with each shudder and shake that worked its way up his spine.
“Mm, not to mention these massive balls,” Mina growled before diving into Izuku’s crotch. She wrapped her lips around his sack, her tongue flicking and swirling, each moan vibrating through him and making him shiver. Izuku grabbed her fluffy hair and stifled a gasp. The little giggle was all the warning he got before she upped her speed and lovingly lavished his sack. She looked up at him with a soft purr before eying up his cock, her yellow irises going cross-eyed as she tried to take it all in.
Meanwhile, Tsuyu kept her hands moving; kept jerking him off slowly, like she was massaging him, gently squeezing and thumbing his underside. Drawing out every throb of pleasure. She glanced between him and his dick, her breath getting shallower. The sounds floated up and filled Izuku’s ears, matched with the gently lip smacks and slurps. Izuku’s toes curled, and he gasped as Tsuyu dove in with Mina, the two of them staring up at him as their talented tongues teased him.
The sight burnt itself into his memory. His nerve finally broke – he glanced up at the curtain, dreading a pair of eyes on the other side. They were far too noisy! Someone had to hear. The risk made his heart pound in his chest, adding a touch of panic to every heavenly moan and erotic slurp. He bit his lip to stop himself from groaning their hands pumped faster. This was bad, this was really-
Izuku squeaked as Mina gave his arse a firm grope.
“Eyes down here, big boy,” Mina teased.
He looked back up, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling. “I-I know, but I just…”
She pulled back and took his tip into her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue. Izuku hissed at the jolt of pleasure, his hands curling against the cold glass. Mina moaned and massaged his thighs before pulling off with a lewd pop.
“I really want to feel this down my throat,” She purred.
And there went the rest of Izuku’s brain, surrendering to the bubbling lust at the base of his dick.
“I don’t think it’d be able to fit, ribbit.” Tsuyu said, tapping her chin.
“It’d be fun to try!” Mina giggled, “Besides, I can fit an awful lot down there, you know. You’ve seen my toys.”
Tsuyu blushed. “That was an accident.”
“Or was it?” She snickered.
With a nervous gulp, Tsuyu gently shouldered Mina to the side. The queen of pink grinned from ear to ear, sidling up to Izuku. He looked between them, more than a little confused by why she was so eager until Tsuyu cleared her throat. With some mulling and chewing of her lip, she opened her mouth and pressed her tongue to his tip. Hot and warm and, if he was honest, a little sticky. Or slimy. Not that it mattered – it felt fucking amazing.
And only got better as it slithered down his shaft.
Izuku froze in awe as Tsuyu unfurled her long, whip-like tongue, corkscrewing it down his shaft. Squeezing, undulating, working itself over every inch of skin, right down past the hilt until it could curl around his balls. He shuddered and stared. She never even took it past her lips. That was a benefit for her quirk he’d never even dreamed of. And now, he would probably never stop dreaming about it.
“Oh my god, that’s so hot,” Mina bit her lip and squirmed with delight.
Izuku could only grunt in response: the feeling of that tongue pumping up and down his cock set his whole body trembling. Wet and messy and filling the room with slick slapping, Tsuyu slowly upped her pace. Drew every short, sharp breath out of him as pleasure bubbled at his base. Faster and faster. Izuku’s toes curled, and his breath caught. Mina giggled and slipped away from him, kneeling beside Tsuyu, the two of them looking up at him with hungry, pleading eyes again. She opened her mouth with a seductive ‘ah’, tongue mere millimetres from his tip. They pressed themselves closer as Tsuyu pumped faster.
With one last gasp, Izuku came; knees knocking together as the first pulse ripped up his cock, a spurt of cum splattering across Mina’s cheek. Tsuyu hesitated, her tongue stalling. His hips jerked forward and fucked her corkscrew tongue as desperation set in. As the white haze flooded his mind. Rope after rope of cum drenched their waiting face, hitting cheek and tongue and forehead, sticking wayward strands of hair down and dripping from their chins.
Izuku half-collapsed against the mirror, squeaking down as his legs shook and his hips burned. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back to catch his breath.
“Have you been neglecting yourself, Midoriya?” Tsuyu asked.
“Huh?” He opened his eyes, and what thoughts had come back fell away as he gawked at the two of them. Dripping, sticky, plastered in thick cum and sparkling spit that dripped onto their chests and pooled in every hollow.
“You came an awful lot,” She continued as she scooped up a dollop of the sticky stuff. “I just wanted to be sure you were taking care of yourself, ribbit.”
“Taking care of…?” He flushed bright red as the realisation hit. “O-oh, I mean, I… Why do you want to know?”
“Wait,” Mina teased, “Are you really the kind of guy who doesn’t jerk off?”
“No! I mean, yes, I mean, um…” Izuku tapped his forefingers together.
She giggled. “I think we’re a little past getting embarrassed by that, Midoriya.”
“I-I guess…” He said, still not meeting her eye. Until she started dragging her fingers along her cheek, letting as much cum as she could drip over her hand before greedily licking each digit clean. She swallowed, tracing her hand down her throat, and moaned before flashing him a cheeky wink. It took a second for his brain to buffer correctly.
“Now I want to know even more!” Mina said, leaning into him. “I promise I won’t tell! I do it almost every day, so it’s not weird at all.”
And there were the mental images again, keeping Izuku roughly the same temperature as the sun. And sending all the blood away from his brain and all the way down to his aching, still very hard cock. The girls seemed to follow that train of thought as well, their eyes widening in either shock or wonder.
“You’re still going?” Tsuyu ribbitted.
“Hehe, yes! Plus ultra!” Mina punched the air. The other two hurriedly shushed her.
“It’s okay, I-I can just tuck it away while we-” Izuku started.
Mina leapt to her feet and pressed her finger to his lips. “We’re not going anywhere.”
“But Mina-” he mumbled.
“Not,” She rumbled, “Until you repay the favour, big boy.”
She pressed herself against him, stinking of sweat and cum and that enchanting citric smell. Grinding her swimsuit-covered crotch on his thigh, Mina slowly walked her fingers down his torso and back up under his shirt.
“Can you feel that, Midoriya? I’m absolutely soaked,” She purred, “And I know you’re way too kind and considerate to leave me so frustrated, right?”
Her lips got closer. Her breath tickled Izuku’s cheek. Mina’s body pressed into his, trapping his cock between their stomachs, smothering it in her gentle warmth. Her hands and breasts laid on his chest, and his heart pounded like it was trying to escape. He was a few inches taller than Mina, but she felt like a giant even as she tilted his chin down with her thumb. No words – just a slight smirk before she pushed onto her toes and kissed him. Not a chaste kiss, either; a deep, intimate one, her tongue brushing along his. The kind that sent a single shiver down your spine just before you melted together.
Another body joined them – cooler, but no less inviting – and Mina’s lips and hands quickly vanished, replaced my Tsuyu’s as she pulled Izuku down for a new kiss. Timider than the other. Izuku’s arms found their way around the girls’ waists. He squeezed enormous handfuls of their plump arses. They broke away for just a moment as eager hands yanked his shirt over his head, and a torrent of kisses hit his neck and collar. A few choice nips from Mina, a few flicks of the tongue from Tsuyu, and all sorts of hands wandering across toned bodies.
Someone pulled Izuku’s hand down to the bow on Mina’s bikini bottoms, and he practically tore them away. His fingers found her cunt – burning hot and slick – and he ground against her folds. Mina’s purr rumbled through him. Tsuyu shivered as his other hand found her, plunging into her slit as she rubbed on his palm.
Mina pulled away first, sitting on the little bench and arching her back like the sex goddess she clearly knew she was. “Come on, Deku. I’m waiting.”
She spread her legs apart, her cunt glistening in the bright light. Izuku glanced at the still, white curtain while a part of him still panicked at the thought of staff – or worse – popping their head inside.
The rest of him had him on his knees before he even realised it.
Sliding his hands over Mina’s thick, toned thighs, marvelling at every peak and valley, Izuku crept his way toward her cunt. He’d never, well… but he had a general idea. He thought so, at least. Mina ran her hands through his hair and coaxed him forward. With a deep breath, Izuku buried his face in her crotch and started lapping at her cunt.
“Ah!” Mina cried out.
Her grip tightened, and his confidence grew. He dragged his tongue slowly along her folds, tracing every nook and cranny as Mina purred and gasped above him. She tasted faintly sour. A tuft of pink hair tickled his nose. He slipped his hands under her arse, kneading and squeezing as he brought his tongue up to the little nub. Her legs clamped around his head, and he figured he’d found the right spot.
“M-Midoriya!” Mina groaned, wrapping her legs around his head as her hands played with his dark green mop. “You sure you’ve never done this before?”
He made to reply, but she shoved him back down.
“He looks like he’s enjoying that, ribbit.” Tsuyu sat beside Mina, her legs grinding gently together as she watched him work.
He was; maybe not the act itself, but the way Mina’s quivering thighs squeezed harder. The way her hands curled around his hair. The way she bit her lip and rolled her eyes, and made little squeaks of pleasure. Her hips bucked, grinding herself against his face, her eyes rolling back with a soft moan.
“You like that, huh?” She ruffled his hair and locked half-lidded eyes with him. “I could tell you were a good boy.”
Izuku moaned back at her, closing his eyes and burying his tongue in her cunt.
“Oh, fuck, I love that view.” Mina bit her lip.
“I just hope he doesn’t wear out his tongue.” Tsuyu said, her hand wandering between her thighs.
“Aw, Tsu.” Mina slipped her arm around Tsuyu’s waist. “If you’re feeling left out, all you had to do was say.”
“Ribbit!” She froze as pink fingers pushed hers away and buried themselves into her cunt. Any protests she might’ve had melted away as Mina kissed and nipped up her neck. Her breath quickly turned to soft panting, her legs spreading apart as her friend worked over her cunt and clit. A finger and thumb found sensitive spots that made broke her down into a quivering mess. Tsuyu covered her mouth with her hand and stifled a low, warbling moan as she wriggled in delight on the tiny bench.
“Mm, that’s it, Tsu…” Mina purred. She flashed a wink at Izuku. “Do a good job, and I’ll teach you how to make any girl sound like that.”
Like he needed any more motivation. Redoubling his efforts, Izuku swirled his tongue and sucked her clit. She gasped and groaned above him, threatening to crush his head between her muscular thighs, but he kept going. A chorus of moans filled the changing room as the girls shivered together. As they slumped and panted and whimpered. Tsuyu closed her eyes, shivering and tensing as skilled fingers worked their magic. Mina mewled, biting her lip as she writhed against Izuku. He could feel the tension in her body – feel the pressure mount as her core tightened and her breath caught. Even though his tongue ached, he kept up his pace, watching her face contort with pleasure.
“Izuku, I’m-!” She managed before her back arched, and she screamed. Tsuyu lunged, grabbing her head and pulling her into a deep kiss. The two of them quivered together, Mina squirming on her seat, thighs crushing Izuku’s head. Her muffled screams reverberating through her as spasms wracked her body.
She slumped suddenly, the kiss breaking just long enough for her to snatch a short breath before she pulled Tsuyu back in. The frog-girl wriggled, her knees clamping shut. She shuddered, she tensed, and she curled up into herself. Mina’s lips peppered her neck. With a soft squeal and a gasp, Tsuyu closed her eyes. One, two, three spasms, squeezing herself around Mina’s fingers. And then she collapsed, head on a pink shoulder.
Izuku disentangled himself from Mina’s thighs and sat back, panting softly. He caught that black and yellow gaze as she held up her hand, a thin, sticky strand hanging between her fingers. She lazily licked it clean, and Izuku’s cock twitched.
“Mmm…” Mina snuggled in against Tsuyu, their breasts squishing slightly. “Not bad, Midoriya.”
“Is she going to be okay?” He asked, gesturing to the droopy-eyed Tsuyu.
“She just needs to rest for a bit. I might’ve overdone it a little.” Mina nervously chuckled. “But… I’m still raring to go.”
She smirked and reached her foot out, brushing it along his shaft. Her toes curled around his tip and teased out a bead of pre-cum. “So are you, huh?”
No point in trying to deny it whilst she had him like this. Izuku nodded, shivering as she ground down the underside of his cock. Mina stood and stretched, her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, like an ancient statue carved of pink granite. She winked and sauntered past, ruffling his hair as she went, before reaching down and pulling him to his feet. Her hands briefly wandered over his stomach and groin, leaving electric tingles behind.
Mina winked, turned on her heels, and pressed herself onto the mirror, arse pushed out invitingly.
“How’s that, Midoriya?” She snickered, “I know you’ve been staring at me in training, so why don’t you come get your hands on the real deal, huh?”
He could hardly turn down that invitation. Izuku stumbled forward and held her by the waist, running his eager hands over her body. Torn between holding himself back and gorging on the smooth skin under his palms. He gave her arse a squeeze and almost jumped at the soft ‘ah!’ that escaped Mina.
“It’s softer than I thought it’d be,” Izuku murmured.
“Did you just call me fat?”
“Wha- no, I didn’t mean-!”
She tapped him on the nose and grinned. “You’re way too easy, Midoriya.”
“You’re one to talk,” He said without thinking.
“Oh?” Mina pushed her arse against him, grinding her cunt along his shaft. “I’m ‘easy’, huh?”
Izuku hissed and rolled his hips back. His cock peeked out between her buttocks, slick from pre and her dripping slit. He groaned as she worked herself on him, her casual hums a sharp contrast to his trembling.
“I guess I am pretty easy. It’s not my fault this is so much fun.” Mina licked her lips. “So, Midoriya? What’re you waiting for?”
“Are you sure this is okay? I don’t want to hurt you or anything.”
“You’re really cute when you’re nervous, but you don’t need to be so scared,” She said firmly, “Just relax and have some fun, okay? Make sure to give me everything you’ve got!”
Izuku flexed his fingers, staring down at her back. At how big his cock was compared to her. Well, she was a hero, and this definitely wasn’t her first rodeo. If something happened, she could stop him. And, fuck, he really wanted to. Desperately. Sucking in a short breath, Izuku grabbed Mina by the waist. She cooed and adjusted her legs, watching over her shoulder as he lined himself up with her pink slit. The inviting warmth washed over his tip. Something grew louder in the back of his mind. Less coherent than a thought; a need.
With a growl, Izuku plunged himself inside her.
Mina tightened around his cock, her eyes rolled back. She hissed and purred as inch after inch sunk into her hot, wet, tight cunt. Izuku moaned and dug his fingers into her skin. Fuck, that was incredible! Better than anything he’d imagined. He pulled her back, shoving himself down to the hilt, her shocked gasp rattling around his head. Feeding that need.
“Holy shit,” Mina muttered over and over, “Holy shit, holy shit…!”
He slammed into her, and she cried out. Slow, deep thrusts drew out Mina’s low moans. Izuku gasped and grunted, the smack of his hips hitting her arse filling the tiny stall. He could watch that plump arse jiggle all day. He gave her a smack and groaned with her as she shivered around his cock. The dirty, needy look she shot him only made it better. She rocked her body back against him, setting the pace and drawing out waves of pleasure.
“Not bad, cutie,” Mina teased, “But I know you’re still holding back.”
Izuku spanked her, and she squealed with delight. The nagging splinter of fear in his head told him to keep her quiet – someone could easily have heard that! He shoved Mina against the mirror, her back arched, her tits squished on the cold glass and pulled her head back into a kiss. She shuddered under him and kissed back. Deep and intimate, breaking only when he slammed into her. Mina growled and grabbed him by the hair, grinding her hips on him, her yellow eyes hungry.
The need took over, and Izuku snapped. He fucked her against the mirror, picking up the pace, pounding her pussy until she mewled beneath him. His quirk bubbled up alongside the pressure at his base, barely kept in check by the last bits of his brain. But enough to make Mina howl until he pulled her back into the kiss. Enough to make her knees buckle beneath him and her body quiver. He broke away from her, grabbing her by her wide hips, focusing on the way her cunt clenched around him. Watching her fat arse bounce as he ploughed her. He groaned, slamming deep, rolling his hips, pleasure mounting inside him.
“Th-that’s more like it!” Mina moaned.
“You’re so tight!” Izuku hissed, thrusting harder. He was going too fast – the pressure grew too quickly, bubbling up at his base. But her cunt was too fucking good.
He tried to slow, but Mina shoved herself against him, urging him to go faster. Her hands slipped on the mirror. Her thighs squeezed tight. Her eyelids flickered as she moaned and squealed.
“Don’t stop,” Mina panted, “Come on, come on! You’re close, right?”
Izuku’s answer caught in his throat as she pulled him into a deep kiss.
“We don’t want to make any more of a mess, right?” Mina giggled breathlessly, “And you cum so much! I guess that means you’ll have to finish inside me, huh?”
He barely heard her. Grabbing a handful of her hair, Izuku pulled her head back and slammed into her dripping cunt. She bit her lip and mewled, grinding against him, her whole body shaking.
“Yes!” She cried, eyes rolling back. “Come on, come on! Breed me, Izuku!”
He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Buried his face in Mina’s shoulder as he fucked her as hard as he could. Izuku’s hips screamed, and his body burned, but he kept going, feeling Mina shudder beneath him. The tension from before grew in her – the same just before she broke. That kept him going, kept him fucking, kept him holding out until finally the two of them threw themselves over the edge together.
With a snatched breath and a strangled gasp, Izuku slammed into Mina and came. Pulses of pleasure ripped up his cock just as Mina tightened around him. As her heavenly cunt milked him for every last drop. He groaned and ground his hips, pumping her full to the brim. Flooding her with his scalding hot seed. Breeding her, just like she’d begged. And Mina’s body wanted it all. She wanted it all as she whimpered against him.
Izuku pulled out and let is semi-hard cock flop onto her arse. The white haze filled his mind, leaving him unsteady. He and Mina stood together, panting, sweat-soaked, moaning to themselves as their bodies wound down.
“So good…” She slurred drunkenly, grinding her thighs together. Cum oozed down her legs as she trembled against the mirror. Izuku ran his hands over her body and gave her one last spank, shocking himself with how much he enjoyed her adorable little yelp.
“Ribbit.”
The two of them turned to find a very flustered Tsuyu staring right at them. She sat on the bench, legs clamped together, a hand buried between her squirming thighs as she panted.
“Sorry,” She said, “You two looked like you were having fun.”
“I, um…” Izuku scratched the back of his neck. He’d completely forgot about their’ audience.’ A very active one, going by how her fingers moved.
“No one came to check. You probably could’ve been as loud as you wanted, ribbit.”
“Told you,” Mina teased.
Tsuyu’s tongue lashed out. Yelping, Izuku tumbled to the ground, hitting a convenient pile of clothes. Rubbing his head, he made to sit up before a warm, soft weight dropped onto his lap and pinned him down. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what – or who – that was. He looked up at Tsuyu as she straddled him, her shapely thighs enveloping his own.
“Sorry, Midoriya,” She said without a hint of remorse. “But it wouldn’t be fair if you just left.”
Running her hands up his chest, Tsuyu’s stoic confidence faltered. She propped his cock up against her stomach, freezing as the tip passed her navel. How had that ever fit in Mina? Nevermind tiny Tsuyu! Izuku gasped as she stroked him. Ground her cunt on his base. She closed her eyes and pushed herself up, his tip butting on her folds, before sinking down his shaft.
She shivered halfway down, her eyes half-open and vacant. “R-ribbit…!”
Swallowing, she pushed herself up… and slammed down, her firm arse smacking against Izuku’s thighs. Izuku groaned, his hips jerking up, sinking deeper into her welcome cunt. Tsuyu stayed there for a moment, shivering, mouth hanging open as her legs clamped around him. Her hand trailed up her stomach as if following the path of his cock.
“It feels bigger on the inside,” She croaked.
“Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?” Izuku sat up.
Tsuyu shoved him back down. “I’ll be fine. I-I just need to adjust.”
She rolled her hips, and her eyelids flickered. Fingers circled around her clit. She pushed up and slammed down, everything jiggling on impact, her breath catching. And again, and again, building up to a slow pace. The slaps echoed through the room. Her tits bounced, and her thighs quaked, her arse smacking onto Izuku’s lap. She clamped around him, and Izuku stifled a scream –fuck, he was way too sensitive for that!
Curious pink fingers crept their way around Tsuyu’s body. Mina giggled, settling in behind the groaning frog-girl. “He feels amazing, right?”
“You’re much better than my toys, Midoriya,” Tsuyu breathed. She whimpered as Mina’s fangs sank into her neck. Shivered and squirmed as expert fingers found her clit, while another greedy hand groped her bouncing breast. Mina licked her way up Tsuyu’s neck, giving Izuku a cheeky smile, before pulling her into a deep kiss.
Tsuyu’s hips moved on their won – wild, slamming down on him in spurts before she broke down into a trembling mess. Izuku grabbed her by the waist and pushed himself, fucking her from beneath as she writhed in Mina’s grip. His cock almost hurt with every thrust – bordering on pleasure and pain – but slowly, the pressure began to mount. His fingers dug into firm buttocks. His thumbs traced over her hips and stomach. He pulled her down and pounded her cunt as that need came rushing back with every moan. Every whimper. Every muffled cry of pleasure that filled his head.
Head lolling back, Tsuyu snatched what breath she could. Her knees squeezed Izuku. Her body trembled in his grip. Harder, faster, deeper, he kept pushing himself. Using her body like a toy for him to jerk off with whilst Mina teased the poor girl. Tsuyu tensed. So close. He gritted his teeth and forced his aching hips to fuck her. Felt the pressure boil at his base. With one last, hard thrust, Tsuyu screwed her eyes shut and squealed.
Izuku groaned as everything rushed upon him. The pressure bubbled up, sending pulses through his cock. Pumping Tsuyu full of cum as she shook atop him. As her body screamed silently, her legs in spasms, drinking up his hot seed. Izuku pounded at her, filling her cunt to the brim. Flooding her fertile body while Mina’s fingers traced over the spot just below Tsuyu’s stomach. That primal need to breed his gorgeous friend filled Izuku’s mind.
And slowly, it faded into a white haze. Tsuyu drooped into Mina’s waiting arms, her eyelids flickering shut. Mina purred, stroking along Tsuyu’s body, pulling loose strands of hair from her sweat-soaked face. Izuku flopped back onto the clothes pile as his body decided he didn’t need it. Not until his legs stopped shaking and his lungs stopped burning, at least.
“So… still nervous, Midoriya?” Mina teased.
Yes, he thought. He was fucking terrified that someone might’ve heard their fuckfest. But his body and mind didn’t leave room for that, so instead, he just lay in his post-orgasmic haze, watching his gorgeous girls kiss and cuddle atop him. And thanked his lucky stars that no one had walked in.