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“Sorry, Izuku, I’m going to train with Endeavor today,” Todoroki apologized, the same statement he’d droned about almost every single goddamn weekend, putting on his winter jacket (Izuku wondered why. Was that a fashion statement or something? When did Todoroki ever have fashion?) before nodding at him.
Why does he keep going to Endeavor of all people? Could’ve sworn, you know, held absolute hatred towards him? Right? Midoriya wondered how the hell it happened for what seemed like the eighth straight time.
Midoriya only gave the same accepting smile he always did, eyes closed as he grinned before waving off his boyfriend, “Oh, it’s okay! Maybe next time! Love you!” Todoroki only gave a soft smile before closing the door.
The moment the door closed, however, Izuku could only sigh in resigned disappointment, running his hand through his hair in frustration.
“I’m going to train with Endeavor today.”
It’d become a line that Midoriya learned to resent, the line that he’d always been met with whenever asking Shouto out on a date on one of the few free days they had together.
Did he train on Saturdays? Yes. Did he train for practically the entire day? Absolutely. It was obvious to literally anyone whose brain functioned on more than 2% at all times that Midoriya had probably two things to do in his life: Train to become a hero, and spend time with those he loved (The latter of which seemed to be put on hold, God damn it, Shouto! ). Which, unsurprisingly, resulted in higher testosterone levels, which, of course, resulted in Midoriya being...rather needy when it came to his more sexual needs.
But it was always like Shouto was just never there for him when it counted. Hell, he couldn’t even remember the last time Shouto’d even touched him like that!
So, naturally, Izuku had to take measures into his own hands. He’d done everything he could to relieve himself that he’d never considered doing before. Hell, any sort of kink you could think of, Midoriya had eventually resorted to. Masturbation? Yes. Buying larger toys (No, don’t worry about how he procured them, it was...legal. Ish.) to help relieve the stress? Yep. Fuck, J.O.I porn videos involving Sakurajima Mai from an anime? He’d be ashamed to admit it.
But yes.
Shouto just...seemed to come up short in so many ways nowadays, and even though he’d always paid attention to Midoriya’s romantic needs, he was more than that. He was a real person, a human with emotions, desires, and, of course, urges. Shouto...he’d just never seemed to remember that as of late.
Much like how Midoriya just seemed to forget how, of all people, his room was right next to Mineta, and while his other classmates might’ve awkwardly sent a text telling him he was too loud, or maybe just told him to his face, or even just ignored it, Mineta wasn’t like that.
No, Mineta was far more...direct when it came to sexual matters.
And when he saw Midoriya, so clearly desperate to just help himself, to just cool down the absolute heat in his core that he’d clearly been holding in all day for class, he swept in, like a snake waiting for its prey to stick out its neck.
When he’d first caught Midoriya, he clearly seemed flustered, sputtering out denials about how it wasn’t what it looked like, but Mineta knew. He’d overheard all the conversations. Just comes as a perk of never being noticed, since he was so short that he was...just out of people’s field of view.
And he knew all about Izuku’s whines when Todoroki wasn’t there to satisfy him.
He knew all about Izuku’s plans to buy another toy, maybe a vibrator, maybe a fleshlight, who knew?
He knew all about Izuku’s sexual needs, how he hadn’t been taken in over literally a month and a half.
And when he brought it up in a way only Mineta would know how, by presenting how his cock was clearly so superior to any of the toys Midoriya had ever even thought of buying, Midoriya had already fallen for his trap, his aroused brain far too deep into the situation to even consider refusing.
Izuku could only hope to refuse the next time.
And the next time.
And the next time.
~~~
A quiet buzz rang through the room, filling the silence with a signal that Mineta Minoru had come to grow rather fond of. He smirked. Glancing over at the digital clock on his nightstand, he saw that it was well past curfew at this point, and anyone caught out of their room would easily be caught by Iida, or worse, Aizawa-sensei.
But lo and behold, even without responding, a quiet knock came at his door, just as it always had at this time. The malicious grin that Mineta had grown had somehow widened even more, walking over to the door and seeing Midoriya Izuku standing at the door, a bashful look on his face coupled with a tamed blush.
“Oh, Izuku…” Mineta’s grating voice would’ve triggered a fight-or-flight response in anyone else, but no, not Izuku. “Again? I thought we already talked about it yesterday…”
Mineta’s odd, annoying voice was everything Midoriya needed to hear at the moment, the ringing in his head already buzzing as his mind went numb, having been in this room quite a few times recently.
Midoriya mumbled something under his breath, trying to push down his shame as the burning in his core grew hotter, the itch becoming impossible to ignore. Mineta smirked, having had gone through this routine time and time again.
“Sorry, what was that, Izu?” Mineta teased, firmly squeezing the inside of Midoriya’s thigh, earning a quiet groan from the green-haired teen.
Midoriya bit his lip, fumbling with the hem of his shirt, before admitting it, a shameful look in his eye, “It wasn’t enough...I need more…”
Mineta savored the way desperation flickered through Izuku’s eyes, the line between sanity and depravity falling apart at the seams, the moral code he’d worked so hard to develop all crashing down, and he loved it.
“Get down,” Mineta commanded, and just like that, he had one of the top students in their class following his every order, like a dog . “God, you’re so desperate...what happened to you?” He cupped Midoriya’s chin in his hand, staring into his frantic eyes.
“S-Stop it…” Midoriya whined, yet the words caught in his throat spoke no more, the way he almost felt even warmer being talked down to like that. Did Kacchan drill that into me somehow?
“It’s not my fault Todoroki can’t do shit,” Mineta calmly shrugged, smirking at the way flickers of doubt and resolve slowly faded away, like Midoriya didn’t even have the conviction left to defend him. “Besides, you’re the one who came here, anyways.”
“D-Don’t talk about S-Shouto like that…!” He weakly defended, but the way he leaned into Mineta didn’t seem to say the same, the way that he so casually brought their faces together, lips brushing extremely close.
Midoriya shivered at the touch, addicted to the chills Mineta could send down his spine like it was nothing . His breaths were heavy and ragged, and just as Mineta wrapped a hand around his waist, he whimpered in delight.
“So, what are you here for?” Minoru taunted, leaning in dangerously close to Midoriya’s face, those vulnerable eyes exactly what he’d wanted to see.
Midoriya turned his head away for just a moment, the tightness in his pants becoming more and more apparent as he tried to convince himself not to submit to him.
But, as he’d done time and time again when it came to Mineta Minoru, he failed.
Wordlessly, he opened his mouth, practically inviting Mineta to have his way with Deku.
“God, Todoroki’s missing out...having such a fine goddamn mouth right there for him to use!” Mineta smirked, spitting right onto Deku’s tongue, whose mind almost went blank merely being able to taste Mineta at all. “And he’s done nothing for you.”
Midoriya savored the taste, hands gripping onto Mineta’s shoulders out of instinct; he was completely reliant on him and him alone. His cheeks turned pinker, swirling the spit all around his tongue, coating it in a thin layer of what could only be described as pure bliss.
“You want more?” Mineta suggested, before letting Midoriya slurp and suck on his tongue fervently, grinding himself on Mineta’s hip as he did so. He smirked, feeling Midoriya become more aroused just from the kiss.
“Please, Mineta,” Midoriya whimpered, thick strands of spit connecting their lips as he pulled away before moving his hands down to his waist. “Shouto’s been ignoring me for weeks now, he’s so, so busy...Just...let me have this!”
Mineta smirked, letting Izuku dig himself further into the situation, the way his lower body writhed for something, anything !
“You want it that bad, right?” Mineta smirked, and in any other situation, Midoriya would’ve snapped out of it, done something, reacted, kept his dignity, why couldn’t he just stop ?
Izuku nodded meekly, following Mineta as he walked to his bed, sitting on the very edge of it. Izuku gulped, waiting for the signal. It’d only happened three times before, but the memory was more than enough to burn the ritual into Midoriya’s mind.
He’d been trained, and god, did he love that feeling of submitting to someone, to give themselves completely to someone.
Midoriya had never been so glad that Mineta had only been wearing underwear, because fuck, being able to rub the inside of his cheek, to take in the scent of Mineta, how his musk just felt so goddamn strong it made his mouth water.
“Please…!” He sputtered out, already clawing to get the shorts off. He could barely wait for Mineta’s signal, and the moment he got it, the hunger in his very being grew, a hot flame deep near his crotch, and he could barely wait for all of him to be taken.
It sprung out, the massive bulge that Shouto couldn’t even compare to in any way revealing Mineta’s gigantic grapevine, and Izuku could’ve sworn he felt himself fall in love all over again.
He pressed his lips deep against the side of his grapevine, before capturing the first few drops of his grape juice, right from the very source on his tongue.
Izuku let out a quiet moan upon even tasting Mineta, savoring the unusually fruity flavor of his semen, and made a note in his head about how his quirk might’ve affected it. He’d always been focused on how good it felt, but he wanted nothing right now but to let loose with his true lover. The smell hit him, and if he came in his shorts a little just from sucking him off, that’d only be for Mineta to find out later.
As Mineta let out a content grumble, he grabbed a few tufts of Izuku’s hair before tugging him further down, feeling how he kept sucking and running his tongue along the underside of his pulsing cock.
Izuku forced himself further, taking in more of Mineta’s scent, the way his precum slid down his throat bringing out something euphoric, something innate within Midoriya. He couldn’t help but present himself further to Mineta, pulling himself away for just a moment to take off his shirt, his heart skipping a beat when he saw Mineta do the same.
The moment he could, however, he doubled down, licking and kissing all over Mineta, moving up to just enjoy him. Mineta was there for him, he was giving Izuku everything he wanted.
He kissed the inside of his thigh, letting Mineta rub his grapevine all over his face as he took in the strong, powerful scent that his cock emitted, taking just a second to take Mineta’s testicles in his mouth, unable to stop himself from reaching down into his shorts and preparing himself just for Mineta.
“Fuck, just like that, Izuku…” Mineta hissed, pulling his mouth back onto his cock, pushing him further down.
It’d only been a few times, but Izuku had quickly learned how to take Mineta deeper into his throat, further than Shouto could even hope to approach. Even though he’d gagged once or twice, he soon eased into it, loud, almost violently noisy sounds lewdly coming from his mouth, spit starting to line the outside of his mouth from how much he’d slathered onto Mineta’s cock.
He coughed, for a moment contemplating taking Mineta out of his mouth as his eyes turned glassy, tears forming at the edge of his eyes from how unbelievably strong he felt down his throat.
Never did Midoriya once think that he, in all his life, would ever be choking on Mineta Minoru’s pungent, pulsing grapevine, but he wasn’t complaining. Not when he was so close to the grapes at the very base! He let Mineta push him down further, feeling Mineta’s precum slide down his throat effortlessly, a slimy feeling something he’d started to appreciate.
He let out a content moan, eyes almost rolling back into his skull, the sensation of it all almost overwhelming him. His right hand feebly trying to give his cock some false sense of relief, because neither the toys nor Shouto could even come close to the level of pleasure that Mineta could so easily bring him to. His left hand pinching and prodding at his nipples, letting out quiet squeaks whenever he flicked at them.
And to top it off, Mineta sitting right there, letting out pleased groans as his cock was receving all the attention he wanted.
God, his mind wandered, the only relevant noise in the room being Midoriya’s passionate cock worship. I heard that Bakugou’s not too happy that Kirishima’s spending too much time with that steel guy from 1-B...and how Kaminari’s not getting too much love from Jirou…
His eyes wandered down to the desperate hero-in-training beneath him, and smirked, pulling him even tighter as his mind went wild .
As Midoriya kept being pushed further and further, taking in as much of Mineta as he reasonably could, it was a miracle that he could even keep going. He wasn’t sure if he would be breathing normally, but the fact that, with every breath he took, he took in more and more of Mineta’s manly musk? God, he’d never been so willing to take in a smell as fast he did.
All he wanted, everything he could ever ask for, was just more of Mineta! What was so hard to understand about that?
He moved his hands to where they should be, on the inside of Mineta’s thighs to give himself a better angle, and forced himself further down with the help of Mineta’s hand pushing him to the very base, right to where his lips were tickling his pubes, which just so happened to be proportionately smaller sticky grapes.
Yet, when his thin lips made contact with the lovely purple balls that were right above his round, plumpy testicles, he noticed something...peculiar.
No matter how much he wanted to tug, he couldn’t pull away.
Not that he was complaining, mind you; after all, he was quite content just staying there, savoring the way it sat in his throat, the way he could taste the flavor of Mineta’s grapevine right on his tongue.
Mineta lowly whistled, clearly impressed, “Bet Shouto’s got nothing on my dick, right?”
Midoriya didn’t have the shame, nor the care, to deny it anymore. Mineta was just such a good partner that it’d be downright offensive to not give it the credit it deserved.
He meekly whimpered, staring up at Mineta and softly nodded, earning a quick snicker from the Grape Hero, who only whispered, “You’re mine, bitch .”
Midoriya would’ve gasped if he wasn’t so busy constantly making out with Mineta’s cock, the word itself sending him into a blissful state. He’d never thought he’d be so willing to give into Mineta’s demands, to practically admit himself as his classmate’s fucktoy, but here he was, and it was so good to let all of his desires flow, a pleased moan leaving his mouth.
The two of them made eye contact for just a moment, and then, Pop!
Mineta’s pubic grapes had finally released Midoriya, and although Mineta's quirk finally released him, much to Midoriya's displeasure and an almost disappointed moan, the shorter man was more than willing to help him out.
He grabbed Izuku’s head with both of his hands, holding it in place as he started to violently thrust in and out of it, his cocksleeve only falling deeper into the pleasure of having Mineta there with him at this very moment.
“God, you’re -- fuck! -- so good at this!” Mineta complimented him, satisfied with the way that Midoriya quickly got back to work even while Mineta was so passionately thrusting in his mouth, his balls slapping loudly against Midoriya’s chin.
Midoriya let out quiet whines of pleasure every single time that Mineta hit the back of his throat, before slamming it down all the way to the base, where it crawled so goddamn far into him that he wouldn’t be surprised if he somehow went past the throat.
Yet, one thrust told the tale, the way it seemed to tighten and stiffen, and Midoriya desperately tried to get Mineta to keep his cock there for him to shoot right into his stomach, but it was clear that he had other plans.
And when he learned of them, his eyes lit up, almost thankful that Mineta had changed plans, as the shorter man was more than willing to paint the inside of Midoriya’s mouth with his very own Grape Rush, filling it to the brim as Midoriya gulped down mouthful after mouthful, how the fuck does he cum so much?!
He could feel the first bead of cum hit his tongue, and in a flash, Midoriya could feel own hips buck wildly at the taste even before his mind could register the pleasure at his crotch, his hands working both at his asshole and at his cock to try bringing himself even the tiniest iota of pleasure compared to what Mineta was probably going through, and succeeded , letting out a delightful cry as his own orgasm rocked him to his core, even as Mineta’s Grape Juice started to drip down his chin until it dribbled onto his chest, a memory that Mineta would make sure to burn into his mind.
Finally, after what seemed like forever , Mineta finally pulled away, and Midoriya was almost afraid for half a second before he remembered their past...affairs together. The fact that Mineta’s porn-addled brain was so constantly horny that he’d quite literally forced himself to learn how to stay hard after multiple ejaculations to pro heroines? It may not have been with any good intentions, but intentions were the least of Midoriya’s worries right now, especially with the manic smile on his face upon seeing how Mineta was still ready for action.
He languidly licked his lips, using his finger to gather up whatever he hadn’t swallowed on the first go and brought it up to his lips, truly learning how to appreciate Mineta at his finest. He let out a woozy, almost dreamy giggle, clearly in some form of paradise that Todoroki had clearly failed to ever bring him to.
Mineta only smirked wider, calling him closer with his finger, signalling to come onto the bed, which Midoriya leaped at the opportunity to. He clearly wasn’t hard anymore, but he definitely wasn’t satisfied, following Mineta’s every command, even as he was told to get on all fours right on Mineta’s own bed, which was clearly rank with the smell of his own masturbation sessions from days past.
There was some part of him that told him that he could still leave, that he could still choose his own fate, but the very moment Mineta’s absolutely massive, pulsating Grapevine pressed against his entrance, he whimpered needily, mind shutting down as he almost pushed back onto Mineta himself, but no. That wouldn’t do for Mineta, right? He couldn’t be so impolite, not when Mineta held Midoriya’s very world right in his palm, right?!
When even just the head of his cock pressed into Midoriya, that small little voice in his head telling him to stop came to a halt, effectively shut up, drowned out by the nerves in his mind all going overtime on pleasure, and Midoriya let out a long, drawn-out moan, back already arched as he stared back at Mineta, eyes pleading for him to do more.
Mineta smirked, responding in turn by giving a hard smack to one of Midoriya’s asscheeks, causing him to yelp in some mixture of pleasure and pain. After all, with how many bones he’d broken and how frequently it happened, there was no way that Izuku wasn’t one of the most masochistic people on Earth.
“Beg,” he commanded, seeing the hesitance in Midoriya’s eyes, but he knew then and there that he’d completely won. He could see the flicker of desire and need grow into a strong, burning inferno that trumped any other sense of rationality Izuku had once had before he entered Mineta’s room.
And hey, it wasn’t Momo or Uraraka or any of the, as he had ranked them the first week of school, hot chicks in their grade, but why would he think about any of them anymore when he had Izuku right in front of him, so willing to give himself up to Mineta and Mineta only?
Izuku stayed silent for a moment, staring pensively into Mineta’s eyes, his will starting to crack as he gathered his words.
“P-Please, M-Master Mineta…!” Izuku hissed, his entire body shaking as he tried resisting the urge to move all the way back onto Mineta’s dick, the tip lingering there in wait, practically poking and prodding at him, an incessant need that he’d do anything to get through. “F-Fuck me~!”
Mineta licked his lips; being called Izuku’s Master had a nice ring to it, after all. He didn’t know where the hell he’d learned something as kinky as that (It definitely wasn’t Shouto, if Izuku’s plethora of sex toys was anything to go off of), but the lewd way it slid off his tongue, full of lust, desire, and desperation was more than enough to convince Mineta.
In one fell swoop, Mineta had completely conquered Midoriya, a feat that nobody in their class, no villain, hell, not a single person in the entire world had ever been able to successfully accomplish until today, thrusting his entire length deep into Midoriya, who had already started seeing stars as he loudly gasped, before falling into a consistent rhythm of increasingly loud moans into one of Mineta’s multiple body pillows.
Mineta’s voice suddenly turned more gruff, reaching his left hand forward to pull Midoriya’s neck a little upwards as he increased his thrusting speed, Izuku’s now audible moans bouncing off of his sound-insulated walls (He was incredibly thankful that he’d installed the soundproof wall tech that he’d bought a while back. Yeah, it was so he could watch porn with the volume on, but they were clearly serving a much more important purpose).
“C’mon, Izuku,” Mineta taunted, earning a satisfied moan from Midoriya, who had already been brought to the brink of orgasm. Trailing his right hand around Midoriya’s hip, thrusting even harder as he did so, he smirked before leaning into his ear to whisper: “Cum for me.”
Izuku could only buck wildly, throat sore from not only how intense the blowjob was, but from all the moaning that Mineta had put him through, as his second orgasm of the night nearly broke him, his own cum spilling onto Mineta’s bedsheets and effectively soiling them (not that Mineta would ever change them) as he rasped for air, panting and riding the high as Mineta just kept. On. Going.
“M-Mineta!” Izuku yelped as Mineta kept relentlessly pounding into him, sending him into a whole new fit of moans and pleasured whines. “P-Please!”
“Please what, Izuku~?” Mineta playfully taunted, a coy tone lining his words, placing a soft kiss on his back. “You need to use your words, you know~”
“J-Just-- ah!!! ” Midoriya squeaked out, instinctively moving in sync with Mineta’s movements. “F-Fuck! C-Cum in me, already!”
Mineta smirked, more than happy to oblige Izuku’s wishes. He licked his lips, and the conversation went dark from there on, the room filled with the slapping of Mineta’s balls against Midoriya’s as he rammed deeper into him, and the recovering moans of Midoriya, who’d clearly reached yet another orgasm if his shaking had anything to say about it.
Yet, the moment Mineta started to sense his own coming along, he grabbed onto Izuku’s shoulders, pulled him close so that as much of their bodies were touching each other as possible, and completely released his load deep into Izuku, his Grape Juice flooding Midoriya’s now gaping hole, and by the time he had finally come down from his second orgasm, Midoriya seemed like his body was spent, but he clearly wanted more.
Izuku let out a discontent moan, a whine playing at his lips as he reached for Mineta’s dick, prepared to help, as Mineta’d once put it, “Clean it up, after all.”
But that didn’t happen.
Mineta smirked, looking down at Izuku’s willing body, covered in sweat and cum, before letting out a quiet laugh, “Who said you could rest?”
Izuku’s eyes widened, hope filling his heart, and he was pretty goddamn sure that this was the moment he’d started to love Mineta.
“We’re just getting started,” Mineta licked his lips, before lifting Midoriya’s legs up a little more, and shoving his cock right back where it belonged, into Midoriya. “I’m going to fuck you until the sun comes up.”
Midoriya’s loud, yet extremely grateful moan came in response, mind going blank as he hung onto Mineta for dear life, feeling like his body was about to break from how intense he was.
That night, Midoriya Izuku had been pumped to the brim with another man’s cum, but he’d never felt so sexually satisfied or fulfilled in his life.
And he’d never felt so happy before as when he was doing what he loved most: Worshipping Mineta and his Grape Vine.
~~~
“Oh, hey, Izuku,” Todoroki greeted, walking along the street to Endeavor’s office. He’d noticed how Midorya seemed to be rather fatigued recently, to the point of it being a little noticeable in even hero training. As a great, wonderful, caring boyfriend, he’d taken the liberty to just...let him sleep for another hour. Even though he left, thirty minutes into his walk to his father’s agency, he’d decided to tell Midoriya what was going on.
“G-Good morning, Shouto!” Izuku greeted, more fervor in his voice. That was good; the rest must’ve done him some good. “W-Where a-are -- ah! -- you?”
Shouto furrowed his eyebrows, a little concerned. Did he accidentally crack his back? Yeah, that had to be it. Shouto often did the same upon getting out of bed, after all, why wouldn’t Izuku?
“I’m going to train with Endeavor today,” Shouto calmly responded, a little sense of guilt coming to him, but Izuku was a hero-in-training too, right? He was just as, if not more, driven than Shouto, so he’d definitely understand, right?
“Okay! T-Take care, Shouto! Love you!” Izuku cheered him on, earning a soft smile from Shouto. Of course Midoriya’d always cheer him on, even if it inconvenienced him. Besides, Izuku was just being a good boyfriend supporting Shouto’s dreams!
Yet, the moment the call ended, Izuku tossed his phone onto the nightstand off to the side, burying his face into his pillow and letting out a wild moan, his hips bucking back and forth in rhythm to Mineta, entire waves of pleasure rolling over him as Mineta reached around him, pinching and twisting his nipples in way that Shouto would never dare to, pumping him full of wave after wave of his Grape Juice.
“A-Ah!” Midoriya squeaked out, panting out desperately as his tongue hung out of his mouth as Mineta grabbed his hair with his free hand to pull it back, arching his back perfectly to accentuate all the marks that Mineta’d left on him. “S-Shouto w-won’t be here t-the whole day, s-so we can enjoy ourselves here!”
After he’d let out a full load into Izuku, a soft whine came out of him as he felt Mineta stop thrusting deeper and fuck, he went so DEEP , Mineta could only smirk, “I’m starting to think you might like how often he’s not here.”
As he shoved his cock right onto Izuku’s face, who gladly went to work on giving pleasure to the only man who showed him that he cared, he didn’t seem as if he wanted an answer. It wasn't like they didn't know the answer, anyways.
Well, whatever.
Izuku would always love Shouto, of course.
He’d just start paying attention to someone who gave it in return.