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Alright Momo, don't freak yourself out. It's the first free period, you invited Izuku to the library to help him. Help him find a book, not reveal that you've always wanted to have sex in a library. Be nice, be polite, kind, and not a horny bitch.
Momo had been telling herself this for the last ten minutes as she waited for Izuku to arrive. It wasn't helping. She sat on a table, (how scandalous) because she judged it better to move when he showed up. Definitely not to show off her legs.
That would be silly.
A historical romance. The classic she should have recommended was Pride and Prejudice. However that novel never quite grabbed her. Momo found herself out of step with the protagonist. She didn't hate flirt the way that Elizabeth did. While Izuku was awkward enough to be stupidly noble but bad at articulating his feelings as Mr. Darcy was. He wasn't emotionally unavailable either.
No something else, something they could both put connect to the male and female leads. Something modern too and not translated either. Izuku was fluent enough in English but why make it harder?
Not when she wanted other things about him hard...
Momo again finds herself having to remember her litany.
Only for it to all fall away as Izuku enters. Maybe it's his hair slicked back, maybe its the way his school uniform clung to him. But all she can think as he advances on her is how much she wants him to just grab her force his tongue down her throat.
Momo shivers at the idea, forceful Izuku would be so hot. Fuck he was so strong and so in control he could just hold her in air while he had his way with---dammit girl focus. Not a horny bitch!
Izuku for his part stops in front of her, his gaze drinking her in. His scarred hands moving so slightly as his mouth opens...not to Momo's disappointment to claim hers, but to ask.
"You okay Momo? You seem a little red."
Fighting a war to force Libido back in it's box. Momo nodded. Concentrate on the task at haand, don't lay back on the table and show him that your wearing a thong...
Izuku reaches up, was this it? Were her fantasies coming true?
And no he was just touching her forehead. "Doesn't feel like a fever." Izuku murmured.
Crudely Momo could only think . 'Yes I have a fever and the prescription is you ruining me!'
Rallying she smiles. "I am fine Izuku, just a little warm with heat and all.:
Izuku nods, "That makes sense, you want to get out of here? You could tell me about some books on the way?"
Momo feels her mouth dry, was he...was he asking her on a date?
God she hopes so.
Unable to help her tone dropping to a seductive whisper. "Why, Izuku are you asking me on a date?"
Izuku swallows, "Would you say yes if I was?" He asks in such a quiet voice she almost can't hear him.
"I would yes," Momo finds herself almost purring. Take that you bitches.
The small smile that forms on Izuku's face is such a fragile thing, but Momo finds her libido shouted down for a moment. He had no right to look so handsome with that smile so warm. It was a smile that made her want to propose and have a dozen babies with him.
It was for the best Izuku had no idea how attractive he was. He was dangerous enough without that knowledge. Momo is aware that she is moving rather fast but at the same time...this is the first time her ardour for a man has been returned and it is doing things for her. Beautiful things.
"Thank you Momo," he says. "Where do you want to go?"
And Libido was back, and screaming 'to my room you beast'.
Momo ignores it, how best to use this date...ah, that would work. Momo you're a genius!
"How about some ice cream?" she says.
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Momo was a fucking idiot. There was no other explanation for why her plan had failed so spectacularly. It had been a straight forward plan. Get an ice pop, and then make a show of licking and sucking on it. Izuku's imagination would do the rest, dreaming of a future that would happen.
Only the bastard had opted for a soft serve place, and was now showing just how dexterous his tongue really was. Momo could only imagine how it would feel on her. How he'd swirl that tongue around her lower body before...
Suffice to say, she'd been having trouble focusing even as she ate her own respectable hot fudge sundae with a spoon. Leaving her to smile and nod, with little noises as Izuku rambles on about some of the books he read.
Fuck her, in both senses of the word. She couldn't stop staring at him and his body. It really was a work of art now that she gave it a proper look.
Izuku takes another lick of his ice cream. "So yeah, what do you think Momo?"
I think you should be licking this fudge sauce off me while I show the whole world you're my man. Momo's first thought isn't helpful.
Shit, what was he talking about? Nor is the second.
Right he wanted a classic, but not too classic.
Momo's mind immediately betrays her by suggesting Chatterly's Triumph an updated rewrite of Lady Chatterly's Lover, considered as good as the original...and just as filthy.
No I can't do that, he'll think I'm lewd. Momo tells herself. Ignoring that she had been fantasizing about making love to him not even a minute ago.
She leans forward making sure to show off her cleavage. "Well, hmm, I suppose I do have a book that might fit, but we'll have to go to my room to get it."
Yes, get him in her room and then pounce on him. Did that make her a slut? No she'd only be doing this for...well hmm, only Izuku came to mind. How long had she been suppressing her feelings for him to have them this strong? Because while yes, Momo wanted Izuku to throw her down on to her bed and ravish her until she couldn't *walk*. She also wanted to listen to him, to be there with him. To go on dates like these, be his actual girlfriend not just a fuck buddy. The image of them cuddling under the night sky as they just looked up at it's beauty filled her with another kind of warmth.
"What's it called?" Izuku asks.
"Chatterly's Triumph" Momo says without thinking.
Tilting his head. Izuku muses. "I think my mom has that book...but alright, get it after class?"
Momo can feel the wind blow on empty field in her brain. Shiiit you stupid horny romantic bitch she yells at herself.
"Looking forward to it. We should get back to class."
They begin walking and Momo tries to calm herself down. She just has to say she lost it and give him something else....or her, either works.
So focused on the future, she never notices Izuku staring at her, or him try and grab her hand. Such is the path of life.
>-------------<
Itsuka had a problem. Okay she had several problems. First problem was that once again Titan Foot the Kicking Hero had taken off to go fight bad guys. Which meant instead of taking a class in hand to hand fighting from one of the best martial artists in the country. She was just standing there with her thumbs out not learning anything new.
Second because of that, almost everyone else had taken off. Even Ojiro who usually stuck it out had cited a desire to go see his sweet girlfriend. Which okay fair enough.
But....it left her alone with the guy who had been running through her head for the last day and night. Itsuka isn't that introspective she had always liked the guy, and now that she let herself look at him? She really enjoyed what she saw.
Which led to her third problem it was very hard not to throw Izuku to the ground and claim him like some sort of cave woman. Her fist slides across a block even as she turns away a counter punch.
Izuku was not a natural brawler, but man did he put the work in. Every blow spoke of hours of effort. Every attempt to overcome her defences. And thus the final problem. It was one thing to want to ride a hunk into the ground and use him as her boy toy.
But as he gave that damn feral little smile, Itsuka could feel her heart going doki doki. The sheer joy of the fight was clear on his face. She had one too. Someone who got it that you can fight and it's just foreplay. Not fucked up dominance games or something. Just honest pleasure at working hard to be great. Someone who got that just because you like the feeling of your fist breaking things didn't make you weird or too masculine.
Or maybe it was Izuku again attacking her with everything he had forcing her to put work in.
Itsuka could admit she was a little fightsexual. It wasn't like she wanted to be abused, she wanted to be challenged. The interplay of trying to finish another first, to be on top or bottom. All of it just got her going. Victory or defeat hardly mattered as long as the fight was good.
Ducking under high kick, Itsuka comes up with a sweep, leading Izuku to fall to the ground. But Green don't quit. showing just how strong his legs really were. Izuku hooks her with his legs and brings Itsuka down next.
The air knocks down out of her lungs as Itsuka swings her body around. Grab, break hold, roll, twist, move. All of it too fast for her to do more than process on instinct. Her conscious mind thinking of how easy it would be to just...take those clothes off.
The bright late morning sun plays across them as Itsuka finally mounts him. One of her fists holding his chest down with the other ready to go. Izuku raises his hands up in surrender. At some point her ponytail had come undone, the red hair now hanging between them, framing both their faces. She can feel Izuku's chest under her, the sweat dripping down her back. The ragged breathing of them both echoing in the empty gym. But for all that, she was caught by Izuku's eyes. Emerald, jade, viridian, whatever you wanted to call that shade it was breathtaking.
Especially when he stares at her, Izuku's gaze holding her like a work of art.
"...Why...why are you staring?" Itsuka gets out between breaths.
Izuku gulps. "I uh..I uh was thinking how beautiful you looked like that."
Itsuka's brain short circuits at that. She'd been called beautiful sure. When she dressed up, when she put work in. Not when she was a mess from a fight, dripping sweat, and looked more like some beast than a woman.She'd never been praised for her looks in a fight. Her strength, her skill yes. But no one thought her forms beautiful, her beautiful not like this.
Itsuka lower her hand, her other hand beginning to caress Izuku's chest. Fuck why are they so firm. She just needs to....rub them. yeah that's what she needs to do.
"I...what?" she manages to get out.
The man under her lets out a shiver, even as his hands move to Itsuka's legs. The rough fingers feel good even through her gym wear. This is illegal, illegal to feel this nice.
"Beautiful, you're always pretty but you were beautiful right then" Izuku says. "Like a valkyrie or something."
That Izuku is a dumbass with women is well known. But Itsuka is not so sure about that because that was....so unbelievably cheesy but sweet. And her heart was going doki doki again. Yeah this was bad. Was this what others felt when she was nice to them? No wonder she got voted best boyfriend.
"Izuku..." her other hand reaches down to stroke his face. "Are you...saying that I'm beautiful as a sweaty mess, in these ugly clothes?"
The feral smile on Izuku's face is gone now, instead something softer, more pure...something that made her want to just hold him and listen to his heart.
"Yeah? I... it was art, I was seeing art when you fought...and then the culmination. The way the sun frames your hair. The way your eyes look, it's all beautiful. Sorry is that creepy?"
Itsuka shakes her head, feeling herself lean closer. "It's sweet, a little cheesy but sweet."
Of their own accord, she can feel her hips grinding against Izuku's crotch which is responding in kind, just as big as she thought...
Fuck the bet, she wants this man. Even if she somehow loses, and she won't. Itsuka likes Izuku, so she's gonna have him.
Those green eyes light up, and Izuku slides his rough hand along itsuka's spine making her shiver. He's about to speak, but Itsuka pushes a finger to his lips as she leans in.
She's going to kiss him, she's going to kiss him then have wild sex on the gym floor, until they're both satisfied. This is what Itsuka has decided and her decisions were final.
His mouth parts, ready for her. Those lips just begged to be kissed Itsuka thinks to herself. Just a few more moments....and then the door opens with a loud noise.
Both of the turn to look at the intruder....their teacher had returned. Titan Foot in bright green spandex with orange legwarmers.
"Oh good you're here wasn't sure anyone would be." He say brightly. "Let's get to work in the time we have left."
Itsuka as rule respects her teachers. Oh she has some she likes more, some she likes less. But for the first time, she finds she wants nothing more than to literally fold her teacher in half like a towel and throw him into the sun.
As Izuku stands up, showing his muscular thighs and sweet ass, Itsuka reflects that yes she will destroy Titan Foot. Slowly and painfully. For everyone who had ever been clam-jammed,
Then she will destroy Izuku, and herself, by breaking every bed they can find.
>-------<
Mina knows what people think of her. They think that because she enjoys partying, and dancing, and is touchy feely, that she's easy. She's not, she's not a slut, sure she's made out with a few guys. Gotten to third base even, but she has standards. She is going to be in a committed relationship when she gets a home run.
But she kind of wishes she was a slut right now. So that she could drag Izuku off to a closet and make him rock her world before she rocked his. And fuck she would rock his, because the stupid sexy bastard was seducing her. It wasn't her fault!
It started with a preparatory Home-Economics class. Given they were about to have a months long cohabitation with just one other person. UA had decided that they should make sure everyone could cook. While living in the dorms had taught them some...basic cooking. Mina and most of her class had taken advantage of All Might's bank account of 'yes' and ordered out most of the time. They had fended for themselves. UA was not going to let them do that anymore. Have to learn how to shop after all.
Which had led to them being partnered up and told to each make one part of a meal. So far so good, she and Izuku and had been joined up. Great, she would subtly tease him and show of the Ashido special Dessert Curry. Just had to move nice and slow.
And then he had started kneading the pie dough. Started massaging it with his stupid sexy fingers. Started working it like how Mina wanted him to work her spine before she came all over his stupid sexy legs. So strong and yet gentle that had done things to her. Great things that meant that she was glad that she was wearing shorts under her skit today.
So Mina knew that if she did go through with his plan, she would start groping him, and his yummy butt and start exploring his mouth with her tongue.
Which she didn't want to do because...because...Mina looks around to see Momo glaring at her. Right because her rival was Momo and Momo would definitely find a way to make it look like an accident when her special shampoo was replaced with baking soda. They were in a challenge but there were unspoken rules about not doing it in front of each other.
Izuku looks at a bit of pie dough on his thumb and brings it to his mouth, it shouldn't be sexy, but again, Izuku was a hot fucking asshole, who had decided to seduce her today. So it was, why couldn't it be her mouth that he was sticking that finger into?
Wait, was that a thing? Mina didn't know if it was a thing or not. It sounded like a thing. Was sucking a guy's finger a thing? She needed to know...now if only Yui was here. That woman new more about sex than Mina thought possible. Yui would know...and probably give her a podcast link to some people talking about how hot it was.
"Mina, you okay?" Izuku asks.
Slapping her thigh, Mina gives a quick nod. "Yep, just thinking for a minute about toppings. I mean it is berry pie but maybe we could put something on it?"
Izuku looks at the batter. "Well we were supposed to do our best, Oh how about some whipped cream?"
"Sounds great I'll get started on it," Mina says. "You get back to work slapping together that filling,"
A light chuckle, "I'll give it a good spanking," Izuku says.
Mina's golden eye glances back at him, as he works the fruits. Did he just?
No, she must have misheard. Because Izuku Midoriya does not make those kind of jokes. Izuku Midoriya does not put it into her innocent head the idea of slapping her tight ass while he fucked her. Because she is an innocent girl with innocent desires!
She begins pouring more confectioner sugar into a bowl, adding in the butter and milk oh so slowly.
A good spanking.
What counted as a good spanking? Mina had never really thought about being into impact play. Although she supposes being spanked barely counted. It wasn't like some of the porn she read where they were using paddles and whips. Just his hands. Now admittedly Izuku could absolutely destroy her ass. Not just in the fun way either. So it could escalate to that if it turned out she was really into it.
Still, Mina did like to be touched and spanking was just hard touching if you thought about it. Yeah the idea of Izuku spanking her ass was growing on her, it wasn't even her being a good girl or anything. Although she absolutely would be a bad girl or a good one if it got her what she wanted.
"Would he spank me hard?" She wonders out loud to herself.
Izuku stops for a moment looking at her. Possessed by some horny demon, he answers: "If you asked."
And there goes her bowl and Izuku just manages to catch it before most of the cream falls out, but some of it does land on his delicious looking fingers.
"I'm sorry, I thought you said...you'd spank me?" Mina squeaks feeling the heat in her cheeks.
Izuku's own face is bright red as he puts the bowl down. "If you asked. I um, was trying to flirt, I'm not good at it yet though."
Mina glares. "Illegal, you are too dangerous to be allowed to flirt. Give me your fingers."
"What?" Izuku sputters.
"Give me 'em" Mina orders. With that she grabs Izuku's wrist.
Izuku goes very still. "M-Mina...Mina?"
Mina has left the building only horny now. She raises Izuku's hand up to her mouth, taking the whipped cream covered fingers between her lips. It tastes good, her tongue slides along the tips, tracing his scars, and Mina lets out a low moan. Fuck, fingers in mouth? Definitely a thing. She wasn't going to stop. She was going to lick and taster every last inch of---
Lunch Rush slams down a meat mallet hard on the teacher's desk.
"ASHIDO OUTSIDE NOW!" he shouts.
Just like that the spell is broken. Mina gives a small eep as she jumps back. Izuku still rooted in place, as the entire class is staring at her.
"ASHIDO" Lunch Rush barks.
Mina nods. "Outside teach!" And she runs from the class.
But seeing Izuku tenting his apron? That almost made all of this worth it.
-----
Momo looks at the crushed apple dripping from her fingers. Oh dear, she was feeling complex emotions right now.
"You. you good Yaomomo?" Denki asks.
Swivelling her head to look at the electric hero Momo simply says. "I'm fine"
Denki shivers. "Back, back to this fruit salad yep yep"
Because Denki was not stupid enough to poke that bear.
>-------<
There were a lot of things faster than the school gossip network. Light for example, and radiowaves...and some third thing that eludes Pony right now. Still it was fast, and she had already heard of Mina practically blowing Izuku's fingers.
Lucky bitch.
Yes, Pony did want to be fish hooked in the air while Izuku broke her with his dick. That wasn't the point right now. The point was finding that green beast before Momo or Itsuka did. Pony was relatively confident in her assets. Sure she was the same size as Itsuka, but being small had it's advantages. They looked a lot bigger on her than it did on the red headed tomboy.
But Momo? Momo was some sort of LN harem character. Perfect body, rich family, strong, smart, the best girl that was ignored for the Tsundere. But there was no tsundere in this competition. So yeah Pony had to find Izuku, convince him to make out with her, claim victory, and then get fucked hard enough to destroy a wall.
Honestly she wasn't picky about the order.
Yet, the selfish bastard had apparently decided to hide after Mina's aggressive flirting. It would be cute if it wasn't so infuriating. So now Pony found herself searching through the forest. UA had a large one for 'wilderness training'. Guessing that Izuku wouldn't chose his usual haunts, she decided to hope that he'd be in here somewhere.
As the sun set to evening, Pony was starting to give up hope, starting to when she heard the sound of water splashing. Following it, she finds herself at one of the ponds that UA had for camping by. Against the setting sun she sees a magnificent sight.
Izuku isn't quite naked, he still has his underwear on which leaves very little to the imagination. The rest of him is though, which means Pony can drink in the sight of his muscles, his scars, his hair like she was a woman drowning of thirst. Drink in how he moves through the water, long strokes that should off his shoulder.
Fuck her with well anything at this point.
Then Izuku comes out of the water, shaking his hair clean of the droplets as they cascaded down his form. The boxers were just dark enough that she couldn't see it. Which might have been the greatest tragedy of them all right now.
He stands there for a few minutes unaware as he lets the sun dry him off. His eyes closed as does cool down stretches.
Pony is a bit of a slut, not that she'd ever been able to act on that. But she knows that if someone had asked she'd have been 'down to clown' as her mother would say. But watching Izuku, she realizes that even if she hadn't been. For Izuku she absolutely would have. She had never taken the time to move him from cute nice guy to something more. Now she had and Izuku was easily one of the hottest men she had ever seen.
All too soon, Izuku is dried by the sun and moves to put on his clothes. His face pensive as he slides on a t-shirt with the word parka on it.
Okay, ogling time over. Now she needs to approach him. Just how to... her foot steps on a branch. Green eyes instantly flick over to meet her blue eyes. Izuku staring at her.
"P-p-Pony?" he squeaks.
"Gorgeous?" Pony says and then immediately wants to shoot herself.
Izuku blushes a bright red. "I..I what?"
Momma Tsuntori didn't raise no quitters. Or people that could turn around. So Pony goes full steam ahead as she walks towards him. "Gorgeous, pretty, beautiful, you said I was yes?"
Slowly Izuku nods.
"Well I think you are too." Pony declares.
There's a small smile there heartbreaking in it's fragility. "I...thanks. Don't...really know what to do when girls do things to me. Or compliment me."
Pony stops, looking up at him. "So Mina did..."
"She sucked on my finger yeah. I uh, don't want to talk about it." Izuku says.
"Okay, would it help if I did?" Pony asks.
She knows he probably won't say yes, but she kind of hopes he does. While her long list of kinks does not include making sweet love to a man's hands Pony's up for anything at this point.
Izuku sputters for a moment. "N-no, I uh, liked it, but I don't...want to make you do anything you don't want to."
Pony reaches up to place a hand on his chest. "Izuku, I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't okay with it."
"...yeah," Izuku says slowly, reaching up to hold her hand in his. "I just...it's a lot you know? I've gone from no one being interested in me into having...four girls maybe? I...I just don't want to hurt anyone."
Fuck
See beyond him being gorgeous and sexy. There was another reason why Pony, Momo, Itsuka and Mina wanted him. Becaus Izuku was a good man, he'd be a good partner. He was so concerned about them. When they all...
Pony hangs her head.
She'd been so caught up in how much she wanted to be fucked, that she'd forgotten that Izuku wasn't some meat dildo hentai protagonist. He was someone precious, someone special.
"I'm sorry," Pony murmurs, letting her hand fall. "I...didn't think about that. Most guys having hot girls after them dream come true right?"
Izuku the considerate jerk that he ws, reaches down to lift up her chin to look into Pony's eyes. "I won't lie and say I hate it. But you're all such amazing people. I feel like I'm using you"
Pony nuzzles into his fingers. She needs the right words, she needs her horny to shut the hell up. She need to explain that if anything they're using him.
"Izuku I---"
And then the pond explodes. The water washing over them as coming out of the pond is one of the new first years.
In another life, Pony admits she probably could have been friends with the teen-aged raccoon boy. But as Izuku goes over to help him. She can only think: I WILL END YOU
Because the mood was gone. And now Izuku would be carrying the guy to the infirmary just to be sure. Whatever she might have said? Lost to the wind.
So she watches as Izuku shows again that beyond the pure physical, that there was someone truly worth having, a man still in the makings yes, but Lord what a man.
Pony finds her lips pursing to a thin line.
Mission failed.
She'll try again tomorrow.
>---<
Izuku lays on the bed exhausted, but he could still feel himself stirring even after spending so much time....taking care of himself. As it had awkwardly been called in sex-ed.
But could you blame him? First he meets up with Momo and she decides to flash him those legs, those thighs, and then spend their entire date polishing a spoon in a way that could make a priest forget their vows.
Then Itsuka in her too damn tight gym wear that shows off her killer sculpted body all but makes out with him. Fuck he can still feel her hands on his chest, the way she smells. If only that asshole hadn't come...
Of course that was somewhat tame compared to Mina awakening a new fetish to stick his fingers into woman's mouths. He didn't even know that was a fetish. But he wants to feel it again, feel her tongue against his skin while hers flutter close and...yeah.
Then Pony, Pony the definition of a shortstack bombshell had just walked up to him. Her hips swaying with her movements demanding that he just take her and breed her like a wild animal. Or that could have been those blue eyes staring into him like he was her husband one of the two.
Last night the idea of any of them being interested in him had been a silly dream, but after today well, it wasn't. They all had some interest and they were all just so amazing.
Ignoring their sexy bodies, and God it was hard to ignore them. They were each dripping with sex appeal. From Momo's regal bearing that made you want to debauch her, Itsuka's tomboy fuck a baby into me energy. Mina's Gal power that proclaimed that she would make you a man amongs men, and Pony's powerful cow girl energies. (Look he wouldn't claim he was original but those tits were almost as fat as Momo's and she had hooves)
And shit he was hard again. His mind painting a fantasy of him in a alluring orgy with them. Mouth filled with pussy while his fingers and cock worked their cores. It didn't matter who.
Fuck he was turning into Mineta. He couldn't just think of them only that way no matter how much the idea of them all together turned him on.
Because yes they were beautiful, hot women who he'd probably give a left arm to date.
But they were more than that. They were Pony's determination to defy her own stereotypes and be more, Mina's infectious enthusiasm for life, Ituska's charming confidence and Momo's sweet compassion. And the list could go on about how as people they were just amazing.
Even if they weren't currently sex on legs, Izuku would still admit he'd probably fall for any of them. Hell it had been two days and he kind of fallen for each of them at least a little.
But he could only choose one for the HEAT project. That person, he'd fall for them them the hardest at least he knew that much about himself.
And he really didn't know who to choose, or even how to choose not right now. He needed to actually take them out to learn more about them, and less about how much he wanted to fuck each of them senseless. He knew that it wasn't helpful.
He'd have to take more initiative tomorrow...and this time not run away if one of them aggressively made out with his finger.
Thursday, he'd ask one of them on Thursday after taking a day to think about it.
For now though, his mind has oh so helpfully supplied the image of a triple boob job while he sucked on another set of tits, and Izuku needed to take care of himself...again.
He needed to get more lotion tomorrow too.