With the social game having come to a close, there were talks about starting up another game. However, the majority elected to hang out and vibe instead. There were already plenty of embarrassing secrets revealed tonight, no need to wring out more from the socially awkward prospective heroes.
Speaking of which, Tokoyami stood from the couch, giving a brief bow to those still gathered. “I thank you all for the... stimuting discussion,” he intoned with his usual theatrical gravitas. “But I believe I’ve reached my social capacity for the evening. I shall take my leave.”
Tsuburaba, still recovering from what was revealed about himself during the game, hopped up after his roommate. “Yeah, I’m with him. If I get asked one more thing about romance, I might just crawl under the table and die.” He threw a salute to the group. “Later, folks.” He waved to the girls, then jogged to catch up with Tokoyami before the tter vanished completely into the dorm’s dim corridors.
With the boys gone, the lounge felt a little cozier. Leaving behind just Izuku, Katsumi, Ochako, Mina, Eiko, and Itsuka. The remaining girls sprawled comfortably across the couches and pillows, shoes kicked off and walls down after a long day of bonding. Surprisingly, Izuku didn’t feel all that out of pce being the only man left. He’d long since accepted that the majority of friends were of the fairer gender.
Ochako took the lull in conversation to speak up. “So, uh… about the festival tomorrow,” she started, perking up slightly. “I was thinking maybe we could all go together?”
Izuku smiled as he cuddled a bit into his brunette lover. “Yeah, for sure. I’d love to go around as a group.”
Katsumi, who had adjusted herself so that she was lying her head in Izuku’s p, raised an eyebrow like the answer had already been obvious. “You have to ask, Pink Cheeks?”
“I love the idea!” Mina piped up, already kicking her legs excitedly over the side of her sofa. She slung an arm over Eiko’s shoulder and leaned in. “We’re definitely going. Right, Eiko?”
Eiko chuckled, resting her cheek on her fist. “Sounds fun. I haven’t been to a festival in years.”
“I’ll come too,” Itsuka added with a nod. “We’ll probably run into a bunch of our cssmates anyway, but it’ll be cool to have a group.”
“Ooooh, but are you sure about this Uraraka?” Mina grinned wickedly. “We’re totally crashing your little throuple date,” she teased, wiggling her eyebrows at Izuku, Katsumi, and Ochako. “Hope you’re okay with a few extra girlfriends tagging along.”
“More the merrier!” Ochako giggled, already used to Mina’s teasing.
Meanwhile, Katsumi rolled her eyes. “Too soon for you to be calling yourself that, Pinkie. He’s got a waiting list ya know.”
‘Too soon… That would imply that it’ll happen eventually…’ Izuku thought to himself, trying to py it cool when the idea of walking around with a whole group of lovers started pying in his mind.
“Speaking of girlfriends…” Mina said, eyes alight as she turned her full attention toward Katsumi and Ochako, “You two have to spill! What's your dynamic? You a throuple? Poly grouping? Love Triangle? Izuku's Harem of Heroines!”
“Down girl!” Eiko chuckled as she held her bestie back from overloading their friends with her rabid desire for juicy retionship info.
“W-Well, more of a harem than a throuple. Katsumi and I aren’t really like that…” Ochako started to answer but was quickly barraged with a new set of questions.
“Oooh, then do you all share a bed? Do you rotate cuddle duty? How do you avoid being jealous when he’s making googly eyes at one of you?” Mina finished by sending a suggestive gaze toward Izuku before giggling it off.
Ochako returned the giggle, brushing a hand through her bangs. “No. Maybe. Uhm… We don’t really have anything like jealousy. We talk a lot, you know? We know our boundaries and, more importantly, know how much Izuku loves us.”
“Damn right,” Katsumi added with a shrug, her usual sharp tone mellowed by the topic at hand. “Nothing to get jealous over. I know what I am to the dork; he knows what he is to me. No amount of girls around him would change that.”
“That’s right,” Izuku muttered, squeezing Ochako with one hand while fiddling with Katsumi’s hair in his p with his other. Her words caused affection to bubble up in his chest. He loved his girls with all his heart. He just hoped that he could live up to the image of a perfect boyfriend they’ve built up in their heads.
“Besides…” Katsumi smirked and shot Izuku a heated gnce. “I get priority to his bed.”
“Kacchan…” Izuku chuckled. The forward and lewd tomboy was just another side of the woman he loved. The lewd connotation brought down the lovey-dovey atmosphere that was previously building and repced it with giggles and ughs. Katsumi was the only one confused about why they were ughing. She was serious, after all.
Mina clutched a pillow and sighed dramatically. “Ugh, that’s so cute. I’m gonna explode. You three are like, unfairly adorable.”
Eiko shook her head, smiling faintly. “Never thought I’d see the romance gremlin be this overloaded.”
“I know right!? I live for this stuff!” Mina decred proudly, draping herself across her bestie and whining. “Now we just need to find a guy who looks at us like Midoriya looks at his girls.”
While the others ughed at Mina’s antics, Itsuka suddenly stood up from her seat. “I should head up. I’m beat.” Her tone was light, but the suddenness of it left a brief silence in her wake. “Good night, everyone.”
“Oh,” Ochako said, a little surprised. “Uh, yeah! Of course. Good night, Kendo. I’ll be up in a bit.”
“Good night, Kendo,” Izuku added, not far behind.
“Night,” Mina and Eiko echoed as well. Katsumi gave a simple nod.
Itsuka smiled politely, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “See you all tomorrow.”
As the elevator doors closed behind her, a puzzled look passed between the remaining girls.
“…That was kind of sudden,” Eiko commented, brows furrowed.
“Yeah, you think she’s okay?” Mina asked, gncing toward the elevator where the martial artist had disappeared.
“Maybe she’s just tired?” Ochako offered, though there was a flicker of concern in her eyes.
Izuku frowned slightly. One of the aspects he’d been fairly proud of ever since he was young was how observant he could be at times. Whether it was jotting down the unique ways heroes used their quirks to save the day or noticing how uncomfortable a friend was during a conversation about romance, Izuku was at least somewhat aware. The redheaded martial artist was happily commenting about the festival just a few moments before, but something changed the moment Mina brought up his retionship. The question is… why?
He recalled what he noted about her during the Never Have I Ever game. ‘She mentioned that her previous polygamous retionship “didn’t work out.” Maybe the conversation brought up bad memories…’
He made a mental note to check in with her ter.
Eventually, yawns and stretches began rippling through the group. Mina rubbed her eyes with the heel of her palm. “Okay, fine. Guess even this gossip gremlin needs her beauty sleep.”
“Yeah,” Ochako said with a warm smile, getting to her feet and brushing out the wrinkles in her skirt. “This was really fun, though. I’m gd we did this.”
The group made their way to the elevator, some a little slower than others. Once inside, the numbers on the panel glowed softly as the elevator rose, floor by floor. It stopped first on the second floor, where Katsumi and Ochako stepped off alongside Izuku.
“Night… guys,” Eiko said, momentarily confused when her roommate got off on the floor with them.
Izuku saved her the trouble of figuring it out on her own. “I’ll be up in a few, just gonna say night to them.”
The tomboy physically connected the dots with a tap of her fists. “Ah, I see. Right, right!”
“Wait, wait! Goodnight kisses!?” Mina gasped, puckering up her lips toward Izuku. “But what about ours?”
“Go kiss yourselves.” Katsumi rolled her eyes while pulling her man with her and spping the close door button, all before he could consider indulging her teasing.
“Booo…” Mina whined as the elevator doors began to close. “Been there, done that.”
The st thing they heard as the elevator doors shut was the redheaded tomboy exciming her best friend's name. Thus, Izuku was left with both of his girlfriends walking up to their respective dorm doors, bathed in the soft glow of the hallway lights.
He turned to Ochako first, gently taking her hands in his and pulling her close. They then shared a slow and tender kiss full of affection. Her favorite kind. If it weren’t for the fact that his other girlfriend was “patiently” waiting her turn, he was sure he’d been lost in Ochako’s soft lips for hours on end. So, reluctantly, he pulled away and whispered in her ear. “Good night, my Ochako.”
She looked up at him, cheeks pink and heart in her eyes. “Night, my Izuku… Sweet dreams.”
Then he stepped over to Katsumi. Her arms were crossed as if annoyed he wasn’t already pstering his lips on hers. Izuku grinned as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in to give her the exact kind of kiss she preferred. Firm and passionate, mixed with affection, the way it always was with her. An explosion of love.
“Good night, Kacchan.” He said once he was able to pull away.
“Don’t sleep too tight, nerd,” she said, voice low. Then, with a dangerous glint in her eye, she leaned into his ear so Ochako couldn't hear. “I still got a reward to give.”
Izuku blinked, heart skipping a beat. “Wait… You mean-?”
But she was already walking away, a zy wave over her shoulder the only answer he’d get. Blushing furiously, he chuckled under his breath and shook his head, running a hand through his curls. ‘Maybe I should be expecting a visit, after all.’
Feeling warm and a little dazed, he turned toward the stairs and began the quiet climb to the third floor. At this hour, the halls were dim and still, save for the distant hum of ceiling lights and the soft padding of his footsteps.
He unlocked the door to his suite and pushed it open, only to come face-to-face with a startled Eiko mid-shirt lift. Her red tank top had been halfway over her head when she froze like a deer in headlights, her toned midriff exposed along with a small hint of underboob, face hidden in the folds of her shirt. A much tamer version of being fshed, but secretly appreciated nonetheless.
“GAH!” she squeaked, yanking her top back down in a rush. Her cheeks fred a shade deeper than her hair. “I-I forgot! Sorry! I keep forgetting I’m living with a dude!”
Izuku, just as flustered, raised his hands as if to wave away the tension. “It’s fine! Don’t worry! You’re just doing what makes you comfortable. I really don’t mind seeing… uh… I mean…!”
Eiko stared at him, eyes wide, lips parted in shock. A beat passed, then she yelped, “GOOD NIGHT!” and practically dove into her room, smming the door shut behind her with a thud.
Izuku stood there for a moment, brain short-circuiting.
“…This is going to be real hard to get used to,” he muttered, face burning as he dragged himself to his room.
After kicking off his shoes and tossing most of his clothes in a heap near his hamper, he dropped onto his All Might-themed bedspread. He grabbed his phone and, after a moment of hesitation, tried calling his mom. Unfortunately, the call went straight to voicemail.
‘Probably asleep already,’ he thought, not surprised. Smiling softly, he sent her a text detailing the day's events instead. With that done, he flipped over to his messages and scrolled through updates from Kyoka and Masako. Like usual, they’ve been texting throughout the evening in their friend group chat, only this time with photos of them spending time with a few of the girls from 1-B. Izuku was gd to see that Ochako’s sister Yui managed to connect with his friends, though maybe he should be worried now, seeing that the group also included the carnivorous Setsuna.
‘Perhaps their personalities would bance themselves out?’ He mused before swiping through the other photos. Apart from them, there was only one other girl present whom he hadn’t met before. A tired-looking woman with silver hair. Hopefully, he’d get a chance to meet her too if luck had it.
Smiling, Izuku sent them both a short goodnight and set his phone on the charger. Then, switching off his All Might mp, he let himself sink into his new, unfamiliar mattress. Despite the decor being mostly the same as his homes, there was still an uncanny sense of unease that he’d just have to get used to. Vacations and spontaneous trips excluded, the young man had been living in the same room for most of his life. Izuku sighed contentedly, ‘It truly is a new chapter of my life…’
Outside the window, the night sky over UA was scattered with stars, and the gentle wind rustled the leaves in the nearby trees. Inside, Izuku pulled his bnket over his shoulders, heart full and anticipation repcing the unease he was feeling. ‘First, tomorrow is the Start of the Year Festival. Then Monday will be my first css at UA… Almost there.’
A new adventure with the people he cherished most was just beginning. And with everything that had already happened… He couldn’t wait to see where this path would lead.
Soon enough, Izuku was fully settled into the comforting weight of his bnket. As his eyelids fluttered closed, his phone buzzed softly on the nightstand. The glow of the screen cut through the darkness of his room, catching his attention just before sleep could cim him.
He reached for it with a groggy hand, expecting maybe a te-night meme from Kyoka or perhaps a reply from his mom.
>BombB1tch: “Open your door.”
All traces of drowsiness vanished.
Izuku blinked, sat up, and quickly scrambled to grab his All Might pajama pants from where he had packed them earlier. He was halfway to the door when another knock sounded on the suite entrance. He cracked it open… and there she was.
Katsumi stood in the dim hallway, her figure barely lit by the soft glow of the hall lights. She wore seemingly nothing but an oversized bck shirt with the word “Shirt” printed on the front. It was one of the many spoils of “war” that Katsumi cimed from his closet over the years. He honestly had no issue with its theft as he loved the way she looked when she wore his things. But this shirt differed from the others, not in what it was, but in how she wore it. With how it hung on her frame, it was low enough to suggest that it was the only thing she had on. That meant only one thing, and her smirk all but confirmed it. She was here on “business.”
“Took you long enough,” she whispered, pressing a hand to his chest to slowly guide him back inside.
“K-Kacchan!” he started, gncing nervously toward Eiko’s closed door, but Katsumi was already set on her destination. His room.
“Shut it,” she said, voice hushed but firm as they entered his room. He watched as she gently swung the door closed behind them with her free hand, smoldering eyes never leaving his for a second. “I told you earlier. You deserve a reward for helping all of us move in. Now… It’s time to deliver.”
The back of Izuku’s thighs hit the edge of his mattress, and Katsumi didn’t stop. She pushed him to sit, then straddled his p like it was the most natural thing in the world. His hands went instinctively to her waist to steady her, and his breath hitched as she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.
Much like before, it was fierce, heated, and demanding. Her fingers tangled into his hair, tugging him closer, and her body pressed flush against his. If he had doubts before about whether she was wearing anything beneath her shirt, they were long gone. He could feel her diamond hard nipples poking through the thin fabric as she pressed her breasts against his bare chest. He wanted just to reach up and grab them, py with her ample breasts as he devoured their succulent tips, but looking toward his dorm room door reminded him of a problem with their sudden and explosive tryst.
“K-Kacchan… Kirishima’s in the other-” he whispered urgently between kisses, his voice a mix of concern and arousal.
“She said it herself,” Katsumi murmured, brushing her lips against the shell of his ear. “She sleeps like a rock. And I’d say…” Her grin was wolfish, teasing. “Let’s put it to the test.”
Izuku’s eyes went wide at her pn, yet before he could protest further, her mouth was back on his. Any thought of argument died as her actions spoke in such a volume that it was impossible to miss: focus on me and only me. Her tongue ran circles around his as she let her hands slowly run down his cheeks until they settled, wrapped around his neck.
However, the hero nerd didn’t stay passive. Katsumi trained him better than that. His own hands slid up from their pce on her waist and navigated under the oversized shirt until they found their target. Full breasts were cupped in either hand as he mauled them with reckless abandon. He shamelessly groped and squeezed her tits together, releasing a pleasant moan into the cavern of their combined mouths. In response, the blonde pulled tighter around his neck as she rocked her gyrating hips back and forth along the hardened length underneath his pajama bottoms.
Neither of them was satisfied with that, and it was readily apparent that their garments had to go. With one st hungry kiss, Katsumi tore herself away from her lover and moaned into his ear. “Clothes off.”
He didn’t need to respond; his body moved on its own as he lifted not only her shirt straight off her thin and toned frame, but nearly ripped off his pajamas and underwear in one motion. In doing so, the blonde moved away from his p until she stood before him, feverish eyes raking over his sculpted body as he did her own. Mixed emotions pyed in his head as he confirmed that his lover was, in fact, wearing underwear, if the tiny thong could be called that. On the one hand, it relieved him to know that Katsumi hadn’t walked all the way to his dorm while risking a chance of fshing anyone unsuspecting. Yet on the other… It meant there was a piece of garment that he’d need to rip off her.
Before he could follow through on his pns to tear off the tiny fabric, Katsumi slinked herself down onto the floor between his legs. It was a well known fact between them that Katsumi loved attending her man’s girthy dick, and now was no exception. But today, she wanted to do things differently.
Instead of instantly shoving his mouth watering cock into her throat, Katsumi surprised Izuku by pawing at her tits with both hands. Before Izuku could ask, the smell of caramel hit his sense of smell. His eyes grew wide as he noticed her formerly soft but dry breasts suddenly become moist with what he had to assume was a product of her quirk. Nitroglycerin.
“I heard Pink Cheeks gave you a titjob.” Katsumi started, pying with her slick breasts until she felt they were sufficiently sthered. “My tits may not be as great as hers, but I can’t back down from a challenge, can I?”
“I suppose not.” Izuku chuckled, knowing exactly what he needed to say next. “Show me what you got, Katsumi.”
“Cocky now, aren’t ya.” Katsumi grinned wildly at the challenge and wrapped her breasts around his dick.
Instantly, the cool sensation of her moist breasts caused Izuku to twitch, making Katsumi giggle a little at his reaction. That coolness quickly faded as she began rolling her full tits up and down his length. Unlike Ochako’s first time giving him a paizuri, Katsumi’s was just as explosive as she was. She gave him no time to rest as she rocked her tits in fast succession, aided by the slick sweat she prepared herself with. Katsumi didn’t have massive mammaries like Izuku’s other lover, so she required a more active method of pleasing her man with her tits. As such, Katsumi put her all into her ministrations, back arching as she pushed forward and applied her entire body into getting her man off.
“You like this, huh?” Katsumi huffed between motions. “You like fucking big tits with your cock?”
Izuku let out a breathy moan of pleasure. “Y-yes…”
“Yeah, you do.” She grinned, heart pounding as she pressed a quick kiss to his tip. “You love fucking our tits with this handsome MANLY cock.”
Again, Izuku had to agree. He loved it. He also loved this dirty talk of hers. Neither of his lovers usually partook in the act, so being on the receiving end sent tingles down his spine.
“Not just ours either…” Katsumi continued as she adjusted her hands for a better grip of her tits. “I bet you’d love to fuck all those massive tits in our css.”
Izuku’s breath hitched, as his dick twitched between the sandwiched breasts. “Kacchan, where di-”
“I’m always watching you, babe.” The blonde interrupted before sthering her tongue around the crown of his penis. “I saw you checking out Marshmallow Tits. Don’t deny it, you know you’d love to have her between your legs like me, worshiping this magnificent cock with those fat milky tits of hers.”
“F-fuck.” As much as he didn’t want to, thanks to the pleasure he was undergoing, Izuku couldn’t help but imagine it. Breasts even bigger than Ochako’s and possibly a magnitude softer, wrapping around him like a pair of pillowy marshmallows. That sounded amazing.
He couldn’t help but tear his hands from where they gripped his sheets and move them over Katsumi’s so that he could assist with the rapid motions. His rger hands added more strength to the squeeze of her breasts, magnifying the pleasure, causing him to begin bucking his hips with the rhythm.
As he did so, Katsumi smiled ferally, feeling her man's dick rapidly twitch and pulse. She was soaked and wanted nothing more than to free up a hand to py with her trembling pussy, but not yet. ‘Just a little more,’ she thought to herself… and she knew exactly what would do the trick. “Or how about that roommate of yours? We saw those tits. Brick has quite the rack on her, don’t she?”
‘She… she does.’ Izuku almost spoke aloud as he hesitantly agreed. Despite being a muscle-headed tomboy, Eiko Kirishima could likely rival Ochako in sheer volume. The sight of her dripping and topless when she came out of the shower was still very much fresh in his mind. It was maddening how effortlessly sexy she could be when not even attempting to do so.
Izuku groaned at the memory, pying right to where Katsumi wanted him. Her eyes darted toward the door that Izuku hadn’t noticed she left purposefully ajar. She grinned, seeing that her pn had worked if the shadow she could see shivering on the other side meant what she thought. ‘Now for the finishing touch.’
“That’s right, babe. Those tits… were made… for you to fuck.” Katsumi was nearly out of breath from the exertion, but it was all going to culminate with this. “And I know she’d love it. Why? ‘Cause she’s the same as me. A bitch who wants a real MANLY stud to breed and ruin her.”
That did it. Izuku growled as he felt his balls tighten and his cock buck harder between his woman’s tits. Katsumi wasted no time the moment she felt the first spasm and sheathed his cock in her throat, her hands rushing to immediately attend her wet and lonely pussy. Without the motion of the paizuri, Izuku instead gripped Katsumi’s head and fucked her warm and welcoming throat until she was welcoming the torrent of seed as it filled her entire being. Her pupils were like hearts as he continued to fuck her face, a shuddering shock of pleasure running down to her core as she shared in the explosive orgasm. She loved every moment of it.
As the st of his milky cum ran down her throat, Izuku released her head and fell back, breathless. “What… the fuck was that…?”
Katsumi coughed as she regained herself, still grinning despite her cock drunk haze. “Hot, huh?”
Izuku huffed in pure amazement. Katsumi Bakugo had never done anything like that before. “Since when do you bring up other women?”
“Hmm… Something to spice up the occasion.” She smirked, leaning forward to poke at Izuku’s still hard dick. “What, you didn’t like? What are you going to do about it?”
This was a rare, bratty side that Katsumi rarely showed him. And during sex, that meant only one thing…
Katsumi uncharacteristically squeaked as Izuku shot up and pulled her up and onto his bed. Before she could say anything on the matter, she was bent over and felt the stinging pain of her left ass cheek spped. Any sound coming out of her mouth morphed into a moan. It was then that she felt her panties being torn off her waist with ease followed closely by Izuku’s fantastically fat cock hilting itself deep within her smouldering pussy. The blonde was seeing stars as she nearly bcked out when she felt him bottom out.
The next thing she knew, Izuku had leaned over her smaller frame and softly bit one of her ears. Another breathy moan filled Izuku’s new dorm room as the man finally gave her a response. One that she nearly came from hearing.
“What am I going to do? You said it yourself.” Her man spoke as if the future were already written in stone. “I’m going to breed and ruin you.”
“Yessss~!!!” Katsumi screamed into his symbol of peace branded pillows as he began pumping his cock hard and fast into her ecstatically happy cunt. Her entire being was beyond thrilled as each and every nerve in her body felt electrified. Katsumi normally hated feeling weak, but right now, being absolutely manhandled by her aggressive dork was beyond delightful. Thankfully, they had a long night ahead of them.
The rest of the evening was a blur for the two. Moans, screams, and procmations of love rang out from dorm room 301-B. If it weren’t for the exceptional craftsmanship of the soundproof walls constructed by UA's stelr construction staff, there would be no doubt that every single aspiring student in the 1-A dorms would be fully awake thanks to Katsumi and Izuku’s passionate lovemaking. Unfortunately for one particur student, that soundproofing did nothing due to one simple door being purposefully left ajar.
In the sliver of an opening the door had, a pair of wide, red eyes blinked from behind a mass of tousled hair. Eiko couldn’t believe what she saw, let alone heard. Earlier that day, her fellow tomboy had hinted that she would be coming over for a nighttime rendezvous. But this was the furthest thing from what she had expected on her first night at UA.
At first, she was roused by the sound of voices and footsteps and had cracked her bedroom door open to investigate. ‘I was just curious!’ she swore. ‘I-I didn’t mean to see…. this!’
By this, she meant the hottest sex she ever had the pleasure of witnessing. She’d had sex before, granted, it was just her fooling around with Mina, but it was nothing like this. This was steamy. This was incredible. This was… ‘So manly…’
She couldn’t stay. As much as her increasingly soaked loins wanted her to continue, she knew this was wrong. She had to go. With a sharp inhale, she tiptoed back to her room, gently pushing her door closed, heart thudding in her ears as she leaned against it.
She breathed out, hoping to gain some control over her heart, but another loud moan put a pin in that. She paled as she realized her mistake. ‘Damnit, Eiko! You didn’t close their door!’
She couldn’t go back out at this point, not unless she wanted to go back to being a damn peeper. No, she’d take this like the manly person she was! As such, Eiko marched over to her bed and quickly wrapped herself in her covers, praying that by making a bnket burrito out of herself would help her not hear the noises from beyond her door.
It didn’t.
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