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On Monday, Izuku took great care in dressing himself.
He wanted to make a little extra effort; he was Iida-kun’s prize today, after all.
He went for a silver and black lingerie set – the colour of Ingenium’s armour – fastening one garter belt over his thigh and the soft corset down his front before he put his school uniform on.
Of course, he chose the skirt option and pulled it high enough to tease a look at his garter belt whenever he walked. Paired with the fitted white shirt that hugged his curves all in the right places, Izuku nodded in satisfaction at his reflection in the mirror.
Hopefully, it would be enough to tempt stiff, rules-abiding Iida into playing with him.
“Good morning, Iida-kun!” he greeted bubbly as soon as he got to class.
“Good morning,” Iida replied, his eyes trailing down Izuku’s body and just as quickly flitting away, his ears red.
Izuku smiled to himself and then wider when he got surrounded by his boys.
“Good morning, Izuku,” Eijirou beamed, taking his hand and dropping a quick kiss on the back of it. Izuku beamed at him; he never ceased to make his heart flutter.
“I hope you slept well,” Shoji said, sitting at his desk with a soft smile as he looked at Izuku.
“Slept like a baby,” Kacchan replied, smirking before Izuku could say anything.
“That I did,” Izuku stretched, clasping his hands together and pulling them upwards.
“Damn.”
A brief hush took over as the boys took into the garter belt hugging his soft, freckled thigh.
Denki threw himself at his feet, kneeling before Izuku like a supplicant asking for relief, “Can I take it off with my teeth? It’ll be my most prized possession!”
“Yeah, bet you’re gonna wear it around your dick as you strip it and cum all over it,” Sero snorted knowingly, eyeing Izuku with a sly smile.
Izuku blinked, pussy clenching at the words. That seemed exactly like the kind of pervy thing Denki would do, and it was so hot. He met Denki’s eyes and said, “I want pictures when you do,” making everyone groan as he crouched and took Denki’s hands in his. “But not today, ‘kay?”
Denki pouted. “No?”
Izuku shook his head, “Another day,” he promised and sealed it with a kiss.
Denki immediately opened his mouth to it and moaned as Izuku nibbled on his bottom lip before he pulled them standing.
“Hey,” someone called out. “Where’s our kiss?”
Izuku giggled. His boys were so needy.
He went to each of them, kissing them in turn. Letting each boy touch him and get a grope beneath his skirt and down his shirt to his corseted chest, eyes fixed on Iida the entire time he swapped spit with five different guys.
To his credit, Iida barely looked away. His fists clenching around the pen he was holding and his intense gaze being the only signs of his dwindling control.
Izuku was kissing Shouto, his lips wrapped around his tongue, while Shinsou snaked a hand in his underwear and teased his wet hole when a cold voice commanded from the door, “Everyone to your seats.”
Everyone scattered, Shinsou sucking his index and middle finger with relish as he walked to his seat, and Izuku keeping his eyes on Iida as he righted the skirt that had ridden up and buttoned the shirt that got pried apart with all the hands reaching to touch his chest.
When everyone was back in their seat, Aizawa spared a final glare in Izuku’s direction — to which he just smiled sheepishly at — and started his lesson.
Izuku tried to get Iida’s attention by making bedroom eyes at him and twisting his tongue around his pen like a common whore, but predictably Iida was too focused on the lesson to pay any attention to him. All the reactions he got were from the other guys, that could be heard muffling their groans into their fists and acting as if the sudden jerky squeaks of chairs were accidents happening unrelated to Izuku.
By the end of it, Izuku was excited about the chase and turned on as hell. He dodged the boys practically throwing themselves at his feet, offering to fuck him so good, the offers were all appealing and would’ve been so easy to accept. Still, Izuku had his eyes set on Iida, and he wouldn’t be dissuaded from his goal.
He was making his way to the library, knowing that was likely where he’d find Iida, when he noticed a couple of boys watching his progress hungrily.
His stint with Sero truly did a number on his popularity. Rumours about his liberal fucking around spreading like wildfire.
Izuku hoped it would get boys from other classes to come look for him. He would be more than happy to spread his legs and offer up his pussy for them to do as they pleased.
God, he was so horny.
Maybe that was why he approached the two boys and kissed them both on the mouth, bringing one hand each to palm at his soft chest, “Can’t do more than this today, but maybe come find me when you want to get off, mhmm?” he smiles sunnily at their horny, slacked-jaw expressions. “You can take turns fucking me and cumming in me,” he winked and skipped down the hallway, giggling to himself.
There was nothing better than teasing boys that wanted him. The payoff was always so damningly sweet.
At the library, Izuku took care to be quiet and quaint. Gazes followed him as he progressed further in, looking for a certain glasses-wearing handsome knight between the shelves. Izuku met as many as he could, throwing sweet little smiles at every boy that looked ravenously down his body.
Izuku could feel the heat of their eyes on his ass and swishing skirt, probably catching a glimpse of his lingerie.
Any other day, Izuku would’ve been happy to take any and all of them to some dark corner in the library and be stuffed full, but today… today he wanted Iida and no one else.
His pussy clenched happily as he finally found his target in the alcove between the second to last shelves, right at the back of the library. “Iida-kun, I finally found you!”
“Midoriya!” Iida almost dropped the book he’d been skimming and looked at Izuku with surprise, “You were looking for me?”
“Of course,” Izuku slinked towards him, fingers trailing along the spines of the books as he finally stopped in front of him. He tilted his head to the side, “You need to collect your prize.”
“Prize?” Iida asked, eyes following the curve of his neck, dropping right into the unbuttoned top three buttons of Izuku’s shirt before they flitted away like nervous birds.
Wetness dribbled down his cunt onto his thighs; Iida was so cute, turned on and trying to act all proper with his glasses and uniform impeccably in place.
But Izuku thought of how he’d been in the shower, his blue eyes uncovered, cheek flushed from the steam and in the throes of pleasure, looking at Izuku as if he’d wanted to throw him on the tiled floor and mount him until his name was all he remembered.
He wanted that.
“From yesterday,” Izuku replied, teasing a finger down his own shirt and popping another button under Iida’s hot gaze. Izuku met his eyes from under his lashes. “You won the game I set up, remember?”
“O-oh that,” Iida cleared his throat. “Right.”
“I’m here,” Izuku popped another button and started unlacing his corset. “Collect me.”
“Oh damn,” Iida gasped shakily as Izuku exposed his round, supple tits. Then, inexplicably he reached over and covered Izuku’s hands with his, stopping him from exposing more skin, “No, Izuku,” a thrill going down Izuku’s spine at the use of his given name from proper, stiff Iida. “It’s not appropriate… the rules–”
He broke off when Izuku grasped his hands back and dragged them over his tits, nipples catching in the nooks between his fingers. “But I’m so horny, Tenya,” he pouted.
Iida closed his eyes as if he were in pain but didn’t pull back his touch.
Satisfied and more than thrilled, Izuku undid the rest of his uniform, lifting his skirt until his lingerie was all exposed, “I dressed up just for you.”
Iida opened his eyes, temple propped against the shelf beside them. His breath caught, and his pupils dilated, “Midoriya-kun,” he hissed, angry and torn.
Izuku pouted, “Back to my surname and honorifics, too? Oh well,” He shrugged with a gamey little smile, “You can call me whatever you like as you fuck me, handsome.”
“No, this isn’t right,” Iida snapped, pulling back his hands and scowling down at Izuku. “There are rules for a reason, and we have to follow them.”
“But breaking them is so much fun,” Izuku pleaded, leaning his back against the shelf and spreading his legs for Iida.
“Crotchless panties?” the observation seemingly having been punched out of him out of shock. “You’ve been wearing those the entire time?” almost scandalised.
Izuku giggled, “Yeah,” he wiggled his hips, biting down at his lip, “So you could thrust your cock inside me nice and easy.”
Iida groaned, headbutting the shelf near him and looking at Izuku through slitted eyes. “You’re a dirty little slut, Izuku.”
Izuku squeezed his tit, bit his bottom lip and looked at Iida from under his lashes, “Mhmm yes, and you’ll be able to slide right in because of it.”
Iida panted, his eyes tracing all over Izuku’s body. From his shirtless chest to the damp panties framing his cunt. He swallowed, staring as Izuku’s cunt spurted some more slick.
“Iida-kun,” it was barely a whisper of a plea, but it was finally enough.
Iida reached for him, grabbing his waist to pull him against his tall, hard body and then kissed him hard against the bookshelves.
Izuku felt completely surrounded, safe and devoured as Iida licked into his mouth and sucked on his tongue. Izuku scrambled to take hold of something, but Iida wouldn’t let him, taking hold of his hands and holding them above their heads. His other hand was working between them, making Izuku jump every time his knuckles brushed near his pussy.
Then, Iida’s cock was finally out. Just from the open fly of his pants. Iida was still completely dressed, while Izuku was missing his shirt and his skirt was bunched at his waist. Izuku panted, vision hazy and moaned as Iida’s cock entered him, smooth and fast.
“Shh- shhh,” Iida brought his free hand to press it over Izuku’s mouth, rolling his hips languidly in long, hard thrusts. “You’re warm… mhmm and wet, so wet,” Iida pressed his forehead on Izuku’s shoulder. “Feels so good.”
Izuku hummed, eyes rolling back at the overwhelming feeling of being completely taken over and controlled by someone else. It’s everything he hoped fucking Iida would be. And more, so much more.
“Not enough,” Iida muttered, “Got to…” he manhandled Izuku until he was facing away from the shelf he’d been pressed against. Bent him over, fisted his skirt and tugged at his lingerie before he slammed back in. “Ahhh, so much better.”
Izuku mewled and gasped, not wanting to be too loud but unable to stop making sounds.
Even in the throes of pleasure, Izuku came aware of eyes watching them.
Someone behind the shelf in front of them had made a space between the books and propped a phone, probably recording. One boy was peeking from the front of the aisle, his fist working furiously up and down his dick as he watched Izuku get fucked.
Iida hit a particularly good spot, and Izuku let out a moan a little louder than the others. Moans and groans rose around them.
There were so many more people watching than Izuku could see.
Iida made a choked-off noise that sounded like a curse. “You got so much tighter, oh, god, ohh,” Iida thrust furiously, hands gripping Izuku’s waist so tight he’d probably leave bruises.
Izuku met each hard snap with a roll of his own hips, eyes on the phone recording them as he dropped his mouth open and lolled his tongue out lewdly. “Iida’s so good. Mhmm – ah!”
Iida pumped his cum inside him, groaning low and deep. Izuku smiled as he felt the cum drip out of him and Iida’s fingers trying to push it back inside. “I’m not done yet.”
Izuku giggled, turning back to look at him with lowered eyelids, “I’m all yours.”
“Good.”
Izuku slinked to Iida, turning as he ran a hand up Iida’s chest so the camera on the phone recording could get a good view of his dripping cunt. “How do you want me now, handsome?”
“On the floor. Legs spread.”
Izuku grinned excitedly, doing as he was told. “I have to say,” he said, watching hungrily as Iida positioned himself between his knees. “I think I’m going to enjoy being your little cumhole more than I thought I would.”
Iida didn’t reply; he simply thrust back in with his long, thick cock. Holding a hand over Izuku’s mouth as he fucked him brutally once again. Right there on the school library floor as other guys watched and recorded and got off with them.
Izuku had the inkling that he’d remember it as one of the best fucking in his life.
Breaking Iida-kun’s resolve was so worth it.