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Burning buildings. Capsized boats. Rabid dogs. Bank robbers. Out-of-control vehicles.
The little bundle of hope, Ochako Uraraka, believed UA High trained their students for any catastrophe. With three years of schooling under her belt, her confidence had grown to the point where she mentored younger students and gave speeches at public events. Her determination had also grown, locking down Izuku Midoriya as her boyfriend around the end of their second year. But this same confidence and determination led her to make a very unfortunate mistake nobody at UA prepared her for.
Within the darkness of her dorm room, Ochako languished on her mattress and clutched a fluffy stuffed bear to her stomach. The girl’s face nestled between the plushie's ears, and her bottom lip stuck out like a child. Her boyfriend’s hand, capable of shattering stone, gently petted her caramel-colored hair. He’d been sitting in silent solidarity for nearly an hour now, drawn into her nexus of self-pity.
“It happens to a lot of people,” Izuku broke the silence, still petting her head. “It’s not your fault. I’m sure it looked real enough.”
Somehow, his words of comfort made it worse. Burying her head into the stuffed animal, she mumbled, “It said this was my last chance to pay off the debt. How did they know I even had debt?”
“Phishing scams look real enough,” he sighed, rubbing small circles behind her ear the way she liked. Usually, it’d leave her near drooling, but the clenched fist that was her stomach kept her miserable.
“But why did they take out so much?” she whined, plucking her face from the animal. “Why are criminals so greedy?”
“Need more head pats?” Izuku asked, softly tapping the top of her head with his fingers.
“I don’t want head pats,” Ochako pouted, puffing up her rosy cheeks, “I want my money back.”
“I don’t think that’s happening,” he said, pulling his hand away. “They’ve probably spent it already.”
“I know,” she groaned, her head suddenly feeling very cold. “And there’s no way anyone would give me a loan at this point.”
“Well…” he didn’t need to say anything else. He’d helped her family with their taxes; he knew the state of their business and her affairs. In other words, he knew how wholly screwed she’d be if she couldn’t pay off the legitimate loans she’d taken out.
The girl would've been nothing more than a ball of tears a year ago. Panic would’ve overtaken her and sent her into a frenzy, cutting herself off from the people in her life in fear that she’d drag them down with her. But that was a year ago, and so much good had happened to her that she wasn’t thrown into the darkness so easily. She’d let people into her life, good people, and she knew they’d never let her starve or be homeless or fall victim to debt collectors. Her real struggle was finding a way to accept something so substantial.
“What if we call it an early birthday gift?” Izuku asked.
“No,” Ochako shook her head. “No birthday in the world is worth this much.”
“Yours is,” Izuku stroked her head.
Her cheeks flushed, and Ochako felt butterflies fluttering in her tummy.
“No,” she murmured, “I still can’t accept something so big for free.”
“Well…” Izuku went back to stroking her hair as he thought. She loved how it’d become second nature for him at this point in their relationship. “… maybe it wouldn’t be for free then.”
Ochako’s breath hitched. This was it. This was the moment in all those smutty stories she tentatively swiped through where the girl offered herself up to the handsome and somewhat devilish male OC. This would be the start of the main character’s downfall, her spiral into debauchery that’d leave her a mewling puddle. This was usually the part of the story where Ochako would close her curtains, turn off the lights, and slowly slip her hand beneath the waistband of her panties.
She hugged the bear tighter, pressing him against her ample chest. She’d blossomed into a woman during her past years at UA. Her full breasts had grown into healthy D cups, and her ass had rounded nicely. She wasn’t a tall and slender goddess like Momo, but she prided herself on having the perfect pair of tits for her stocky frame.
“I’d feel more comfortable—” Ochako nearly gagged on a piece of lint that was sucked into her mouth. Coughing once, twice, then three times, she recovered with a ragged, “—earning it.”
“How do you want to earn it?” Izuku asked, ignoring her fumble.
God, how wouldn’t she earn it? Well, that’s not true. She did have her limits. What she read and what happened were two very different things. Sure, she delved into some of the more perverse stories with kinks that appealed to her in the heat of the moment. But if she was going to do it for real, she didn’t want to get railed in a back alley or whored out to three guys like the characters in her stories did.
Whored out…
She’d never told anyone, not even Izuku, but she’d always had a bit of a depraved fantasy. It wasn’t dark, probably even on the tamer side, but she was too ashamed to share it. How could she tell anyone she wanted to dress like a cheap street whore? How would her darling Deku respond if she told him their sex would be more fulfilling if she had to work for it?
It was only then that Ochako realized she’d been rubbing her thick thighs together. She stopped; Izuku was still stroking her hair; maybe he hadn’t noticed.
“Maybe…” Ochako swallowed a lump in her throat, “… maybe we could meet at a love hotel over the weekend? And then… y’know… we could… y’know…”
“Is that what you want?” Izuku asked.
God. He was going to make her say it.
“Yes,” she squeaked like a kitten.
Was this too much? Had she dropped this on him too fast? I mean, he was getting sex out of it. He knew that, right? He could be so oblivious sometimes. Oh shit, did she have to explain she wanted to have sex with him? No, he wasn’t that clueless. Was he? No. But was he?
“Alright,” he said. “I’ll bring it in cash.”
She almost squirted right there.
Long after Mina Ashido had closed the door to her dorm room behind them, Ochako was still sitting silently on the edge of the pink girl’s bed. At first, Mina tried to make small talk, lying about how nice her friend’s tacky All Might shirt looked. But Ochako only answered in one or two words. The two friends sat silently, one peering curiously from her desk and the other flush in some sort of bashful monsoon.
Finally, Mina had enough.
“Wow,” the pink girl said, “If I knew I was letting will-they-wont-they Ochako into my room, I would’ve charged my phone because I hate romcoms.”
Seemingly startled, Ochako asked, “What?”
“You’re acting like you did before dating Izuku,” Mina teased, “All red-faced and tiny. Your whole body used to curl up like a raisin.”
“D-don’t call me a raisin!” Ochako pouted, crossing her arms over her bust.
Damn, what Mina would’ve paid to have a rack that nice.
“Listen, I would love to sit with you in silence all day, but I have a thing to do.” Mina giggled, “Namely, Kirishima’s thing is the thing I need to do, but that’s beside the point.” She gasped, “Oh! Before I forget! We totally came up with this new kinky game. It involves my acid and his hardening quirk. Did you know his dick can withstand—”
“I need you to help me dress like a hooker!” Ochako squealed, scrunching her eyes tight and balling her hands into fists.
“What?” Mina asked, tilting her head to the side.
“Please don’t make me say it again,” Ochako whined.
“Why would you need to—” Mina’s eyes widened, “Oh! So that’s what Izuku is into. I always pictured him dressed like All Might.” Mina snickered, “Or maybe you dressed like All Might.”
“No!” Ochako snapped, “This is my thing, okay? I don’t want to accept Izuku’s money without giving him something in return. And I thought this would be a nice way of making sure we both enjoy ourselves.”
“Oh!” Mina nodded, “Right, Momo told me what happened to you. She got that scam email, too.”
“She didn’t fall for it?”
“She did. But that amount was a week’s allowance for her.”
Ochako seemed to shrink even more.
“Hey!” Mina rushed to her side, putting an arm around her friend, “I’ll set you up with something hot. It might be a little small, but I think that’ll work in your favor.”
“Really?” Ochako asked.
“Yeah,” Mina beamed, “And I’m not even going to bring up about how you think I dress like a hooker.” Before Ochako could say anything else, Mina pranced to her wardrobe and asked, “Now, do you want to be a high-end hooker or one of those ‘wear a condom because I’m storing fifty loads’ kinda hooker?”
“The last one.” Ochako squeaked.
In no time at all, the weekend was upon her. They’d purposely refrained from sex at her request, but that didn’t stop her from playing with her sopping pussy all week. Every night, she’d look at the outfit hanging in her closet while petting herself to an exquisite and toe-curling orgasm. As much as she’d planned on abstaining from all sexual gratification, she just couldn’t help herself. She didn’t put it on, of course. While dirtying it up with her sweat and juices was appealing, she wanted something white and sticky to stain it first.
Despite the thrones of people chattering in the Red-Light District, the clacking of Ochako’s apple-red heels cut through it all. Heads turned, watching the student strut down the pavement, her body encompassed within an oversized tan trench coat. Even hiding the “goods”, it was obvious why she was walking side by side with a taller man dressed in casual business attire.
“Izuku…” Ochako whispered, tugging his white sleeve, “… what if someone recognizes us?”
“Don’t worry,” he said, “to them, you’re just another hooker.”
Another hooker? The blasé way he spoke drenched her inner thighs and stiffened her nipples into little tacks. She had to have him; she was nearly delirious with lust. A fleeting thought of pushing him into an alley and riding his dick like a porn star flitted in her mind.
No. This was business. She had to be professional when selling her body. This was all pretend anyway, ready to be forgotten when she redressed in her regular clothes once they were done. The handbag holding her civvies slapped against her meaty thighs, and she wished she could’ve fit them all into a sluttier cherry red purse instead to finish her look.
“Here’s the spot,” Izuku stopped before what looked like the seediest little joint in the entire strip. The windows were filthy with dust, and one of the bulbs constantly flickered. Big neon pink lights read: The Emperor’s Den. It was only a few stories, with graffiti marking the outside, and several women loitered around the front smoking cigarettes.
“Here?” Ochako squeaked at the dismal building.
“You think you get to choose?” he asked. “With how much I’m paying for you, I’m not about to spend extra.”
She wanted to jump his bones then and there.
“Alright,” Ochako swallowed, her throat parched. “I trust you.”
“Good,” he said, starting toward the front door, leaving her standing with the bag.
Her heart fluttered; she’d never been treated so poorly before. The other two hookers leaning against the front of the love hotel eyed her up and down, prompting Ochako to scurry after her boyfriend. They must think she’s a sex worker like them, down for anything for a few yen, but tonight they were right. She’d promised herself earlier that whatever Izuku wanted, she’d do. No hesitation and no questions asked.
Her heels clicked loudly as she hurried back to his side.
First impressions can be deceptive. The room was surprisingly well-maintained. Sure, if you held a blacklight up to the king-sized bed, it’d light up like a Christmas tree, but the red sheets were stainless. The decorations were minimal, with a few landscape paintings on scarlet walls, and the shag carpet looked older than she was. But nothing appeared disgusting.
Shutting the door to the bathroom yielded similar results. Flowery potpourri fogged up the air and the tile was scrubbed spotless. A large porcelain sink with a vanity big enough for a girl to spread out all her makeup. Ochako popped open her handbag and looked herself over in the mirror. She screwed up her face, her cheeks were always a little too chubby for her liking, but she’d been told her rosiness was cute.
Popping open her bag, she rummaged around the loose makeup Mina had loaned her. First came the vicious trollop lipstick, the darkest shade crimson could be. Applying thick mascara, she batted her long eyelashes and puckered her lips sweetly. A little foundation here, a little eyeshadow there… was she overdoing it? No. She’d applied it just like Mina taught her to.
“Here it goes,” she murmured, unfastening the belt on her trench coat. Playfully, she flashed herself in the mirror like a real hooker would in the streets before shedding the coat and letting it crumple around her ankles.
God, she looked like a slutty schoolgirl. The way her high heels forced her to carry herself made her white button-up shirt strain beneath the circumference of her massive bust. It was loosely tied together beneath her tits. The material was so thin she could see the darker leopard micro bikini top beneath. Her entire midriff was exposed, showing off her flat and toned stomach but also allowing the black ties of her microstring to peak out above her dark green skirt. Said skirt stopped halfway down her round and meaty ass, exposing half her plump cheeks and a matching leopard micro string underneath. Finishing the look were thigh-high fishnets hugging her pale flesh.
It was the stripper version of a UA school uniform.
Ochako bounced a little, watching her tits bob up and down inside the shirt. Pushing her shoulders forward, she forced her ample breasts out further to the point they nearly popped out. Her creamy white boobs squeezed together, creating a deep canyon of cleavage. Ochako smiled, smacked her lips, and twisted at the waist, so her ass jutted out more. She was a curvy little thing, feeling up her own body like a whore on the streets.
“Not now,” she chided herself, “he’s waiting.”
Still, she couldn’t help tweaking her nipples once. Twice. Three times.
Maybe one little rub along her pussy lips.
Just a little circle around her clit.
“Dammit,” Ochako moaned, forcing her hands away. Eyeing herself in the mirror a final time, she muttered, “He better want to fuck me as bad I want to.”
Lounging on the bed, Izuku Midoriya was a bundle of nerves, even if he wasn’t showing it. He kept a cool and levelheaded demeanor, the typical attitude of a seasoned veteran of hiring escorts. He was just like in all those smutty stories he’d read before discovering free porn sites. How the man would leverage his financial status and power over a helpless and needy woman before claiming her as his property. The male OCs never showed any signs of nerves, so Izuku did his best not to show a hint of weakness either.
But truth be told, he still felt the pangs of guilt, having suggested making his girlfriend earn her money. It was a bit of his dirtiness sneaking in, which should’ve stayed a fantasy when he was taking a hot shower. But the setup was right there! A helpless girl in dire need of saving! How could he not attempt to make one of his fantasies come true? He thought Ochako would hate him for suggesting it, but she didn’t. Maybe this was a way of her showing acceptance of his unspoken kink? Or perhaps this really was just a means towards an end for her. Either way, his girlfriend could never know how badly he’d always wanted to buy and use her to his heart’s desire.
The bathroom door creaked open. Izuku’s head turned, and he nearly lost his composure by gasping. Standing there was the sluttiest woman he’d ever seen. It was a facsimile of Ochako, a porn parody, but it didn’t stop his dick from instantly going rock hard in his pants.
Ochako strutted to the end of the bed. If she was shy, it didn’t show. She ran her hands over her chest, down her sides, and over her meaty behind.
SLAP!
She smacked her ass, and Izuku saw her flesh rippling. His member was dangerously close to tearing through his underwear, but Ochako wasn’t done. She pressed her tits together, showing off how much she’d grown over the past few years. Was it his imagination, or were her nipples poking her shirt like two pebbles?
“You like?” Ochako asked, cupping the underside of her boobs. Hefting them up, she displayed them to him eagerly. “They can be yours for the rest of the night. But I’ll need to know you can pay for them.” Her voice wavered at the end, but she kept her eyes half-lidded like a proper prostitute. She was nervous, and he was happy he wasn’t alone.
Izuku pulled his wallet out of his front right pocket. The leather bundle was thick as a brick with the sheer number of yen he’d stuffed into it. Pulling a wad of bills out, he cooly looked it over. He didn’t flip through them or count them out, a high roller never cared about money. He slapped the stack on the nightstand.
“You get it when I’m done with you.”
Ochako had already drenched her microstring.
Her brown eyes flitted between Izuku’s face and the prominent tent forming within his pants. Absentmindedly, she ran her tongue along her plump upper lip, tasting the freshly applied lipstick. She’d had that monster crammed down her gullet before; its size and shape had been imprinted into her throat like footprints in the sand. She swallowed, remembering the sensation of the first time his leathery head eased its way past her tonsils.
He'd been so gentle then, fearfully keeping his hands clenched at his sides despite obviously wanting to grip her ears like handlebars. All the moans of pleasure she anticipated were washed out by apologies with every twitch of his massive length. He talked too much, checked on her well-being too often, and left her nerves so frayed she couldn’t even enjoy the warmth of his jizz flooding her belly.
She loved Izuku, but sometimes a girl wants to be mistreated, to get their hair pulled or face fucked. Jiro once strutted out of Kaminari’s dorm room with singed hair and pink burns on her neck, but she wore them proudly for the coming days. Ochako glanced at her changing in the locker rooms and confirmed those burns weren’t isolated to her neck. Ten little welts marred her pale ass, the exact location ten fingers would dig into her pert flesh. Jiro had caught her staring, winked, and slapped her burn marks with a playful smack.
Could this finally be Ochako’s turn?
“Get on your knees,” Izuku said, still lying on his back, head propped up on several pillows.
Rounding the end of the bed, Ochako’s heart fluttered, and her breath quickened. He was ordering her around, taking charge like she’d always wanted. Arousal dribbled down her leg, sneaking around the sopping microstring, leaving a sticky trail along her inner thigh.
“No,” his voice cut through her lustful haze, and she stopped mid-step.
Eyes wide, she prayed he wasn’t having second thoughts. She didn’t want him worrying about her well-being and feelings now, not when she was so close to finally obtaining her desire!
“Did I tell you to come over here?” Izuku snapped. “When I say kneel, I mean then and there. You understand?”
Ochako nodded, lightheaded, with all the blood in her brain traveling elsewhere. She lowered herself to her knees on shaky heels, digging her scantily clad fishnet stockings into the carpet. Her tits jutted out splendidly this way, nipples poking the front obscenely. Her large eyes watched as Izuku rose from the bed, took several slow steps, and stopped before her demure figure. He loomed large, and her neck craned back to see those once friendly and tender eyes. Shuddering, she found them cold and piercing, inspecting her like property.
Her eyes traveled back down his chest and stomach and then settled on the large bulge inches from her face. She could swear she could hear the cum churning in his balls. Without prompting, she undid his belt before unclasping his pants. The whine of a zipper sent shivers down her spine. The metal was warm from the heat he was giving off.
The front of his underwear was damp and oily, the musky scent of his precum oozing through. Ochako hooked her fingers in the waistband of his underwear, dragging them down his pelvis. The elastic strained before his cock burst free, slapping Ochako on her button nose. The girl squeaked in surprise, the sticky dew smeared across her nostrils. The sweat smelled sour and heavy, but she still salivated over it, drinking in his scent like a fine aged wine.
But he wasn’t standing here for her benefit.
Unprompted, she opened her sweet mouth like a good little whore. Her plump lips thinned, ready to take him. The musky heat radiating off his dick infected her maw as she sucked down lungsful of his manliness. Her eyes locked on his, watching those cold orbs acknowledging her, but only just. Out of the corners of her eyes, she saw his large hands closing in around her head. A little gasp escaped her lips when his fingers settled on her flesh, holding her head still.
She went cross-eyed, watching the glistening head of his cock push toward her mouth. Every inch of veins and meat she’d grown intimate with now looked alien from this angle. He brushed against her upper lip, slicking her with precum, before traveling deeper into her moist mouth.
Try as she might to accommodate his girthy member, she could only pry her lips apart so much before he prodded the roof of her mouth. Sliding over her slippery maw, he pressed onward until he bumped against her uvula and stopped at her tonsils. At this, he grunted. The girl’s eyes flew up, seeing Izuku’s square jaw clenched. The hands around her head tightened, and Ochako readied herself for her first big gulp.
Her little throat stretched as he forced himself deeper inside. Her muscles responded in kind, swallowing his rounded head. For some reason, he seemed so much bigger now, prying her apart with his monstrous ten inches. Ochako stifled a gag, pushing her body to further devour his cock. Her eyes watered, leaving mascara trails down her cheeks, but she knew the biggest part of him was now nestled inside her throat.
Still, it didn’t detract from feeling like she was a burrow choking down a snake. There seemed no end to him, and soon, her nostrils were flaring to take in fresh air. He wasn’t easing in anymore; he was feeding himself to her, the last five inches rammed down her throat in quick succession before burying her face in his grove of pubic hair. Her full lips collided with his base; the job was finally done.
Nose pressed flat; she couldn’t summon an inkling of oxygen, stirring a panic in her lungs. Her large eyes looked up at her boyfriend, pleading with him to release his hold. But Izuku’s eyes were shut, and he groaned loudly, his member warmed by her svelte canal. As air gradually left her body, she fought every survival instinct not to lift her hands and shove him off. Her cheeks reddened, and her fists clenched and unclenched in desperation.
Finally, Izuku pulled back out.
SHHHHHHLLLLLUUUUUUUNNNNNNNK!
Air flooded back into Ochako’s lungs, and her eyes refocused. Woozy as she was, she kept herself nice and wide as he started thrusting. Gripping her head like it was nothing more than a sex toy, he used her with little to no regard. His shaft was a big slobbery mess from her generous saliva and his fresh precum. Streaks of vicious trollop smeared down his sides, showing just how much slutty makeup she coated her face in.
The head of his cock punched down her throat, ramming itself along her velvety walls. The girl coughed up mouthfuls of spit, spilling down her chin and spattering her knees, only to choke as the remaining drool was forced back into her gullet. His thrusting went harder and faster, pummeling her face with his pelvis. His heavy balls smacked against her chin, coating them in copious amounts of her drool. He was an absolute blur, face fucking her so quickly she could scarcely get out a gurgle.
GLUUUUK! GUUUUK! GLAAAAAACK! GUUUUUUNNNK!
Eyes tearing up beneath the strain of the massive slab of meat sawing in and out of her, Ochako’s eyes rolled back in heavenly euphoria. Only then did she catch a glance at the ceiling above them. It was a mirror, a huge mirror that stretched from wall to wall. She saw Izuku’s head, she saw his cock plundering her mouth, and she saw the slutty wreckage that was her face.
Ochako’s mascara ran down her stuffed cheeks and dribbled down the sides. Her whorish lipstick stained her pale face as her lips stretched like a duck’s bill. Her tits were coated in spit, creating a nice sheen on her pale flesh. Her hair was a wreck, sticking every which way and damp with sweat. She looked like a whore. A street whore trawling the city for dick. No. She doubted even hookers would let themselves get this messed up.
“Look at me!” Izuku hissed.
Ochako’s eyes met his, and she saw a ferocity she’d never seen before. He gritted his teeth and ground them together with every powerful piston in her mouth. His grunts, her slurps, and the steady smacking of his balls against her chin was her everything. She didn’t know how much longer he could go, and his pace was literally breathtaking; surely he must—
Without warning, Izuku ripped himself from her mouth so quickly that her lips were still distended in mid-suck. Her eyes crossed just in time to see his balls tighten and his urethra widen. Suddenly, with a mighty twitch, a steaming blast of pearly cream spurted from the tip and spattered Ochako’s right eye. It instantly sealed her lid shut, gluing it together beneath a wad of soupy white.
Shock mixed with humiliation; he always warned her first. She’d practically had to beg to blow him the first time, and now he’d used her like a cheap tissue. She wasn’t his girlfriend at this moment, she was a dirty hooker who needed to be marked.
Izuku gripped his dick and pumped madly, shooting another healthy rope of cream across Ochako’s face. It stretched from her forehead to her nose, drooping in the middle before sticking to her sweaty skin. More loads of his creamy filth erupted over her beautiful features. It pooled in her eyes and drooled down her cheeks. It blocked her nose and seeped into her still-open mouth.
The taste was intense but with a tempered bitterness. It coated Ochako’s tastebuds, branding his essence on her tongue. Thick, gooey glop swished around her teeth and gums, mixing with the mess she already was. She loved the taste of his cum and the soupy consistency. Like a little birdie, she gulped down her mouthful, feeling it drain into her belly with a plop.
Izuku, still fisting his cock, drained the last few dregs of cum from his shaft. The pearl-like droplets splatted on her, and the thick coating of seed covered her face. Cum bubbles formed around the corners of her mouth and nose, frothing up like warm milk. She knew her makeup was ruined, and her face was utterly doused in her boyfriend’s cream, but she’d never felt happier. She was about to utter a word of thanks when Izuku took his softening cock and dropped it on one-half of her face.
His heat melted through the cum as it rested on her eye. The weight of this muscle would’ve caused any woman’s knees to quake. It was still semi-hard, lying across her face like a downed telephone pole. Ochako burbled out a noise that sounded like a question, but Izuku shushed her.
With her uncovered eye, she watched him pluck his phone from his pants pocket. Was he going to take a picture of her? Like this? The idea of something so personal and humiliating frozen forever in time chilled her blood. But it also sent a fresh flood of arousal to her cunt. Instead of looking away, she smiled beneath his cock, and heavy gobs of semen hung from her chin.
CLICK
A bright flash of light and it was all over. Her messy facial was forever etched into digital history. She imagined the shame it would bring her parents, the perverted joy it’d bring her fans and the long masturbation sessions she’d experience while holding that photo inches from her face.
Izuku pulled away, his cock flopping down between his legs. Ochako waited like a good hooker, refusing to move before he said anything. She watched him roll his shoulders and scratch his face before gesturing to the red covers and saying, “Get on the bed. I want you on all fours. And leave your new makeup on; I think it completes your look.”
Ochako only nodded, but her tongue still slipped out to sample another taste of her delicious savory treat. It was a small reward for a good job; heaven knows Izuku wouldn’t thank her. He was paying for her body; no formalities were necessary.
Rising to her shaky feet, the girl approached the large bed in high heels. She carefully crawled up onto the red sheets, strands of cum dangling from her face. Usually, Izuku would be praising her body, but he stayed quiet as her thicc ass wobbled back and forth with every forward motion. She could feel her microskirt riding high over her backside, exposing her cheeks where the microstring disappeared between her fleshy globes. She could feel the thin elastic hugging her tight and knew Izuku could see everything.
“Hold on…” he said, and she felt him move around behind her. Ochako’s breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling; he’d uncovered her little secret.
His calloused and scarred hand brushed the rest of her microskirt aside, flipping it over. She yipped like a puppy as those same hands tugged at her microstring. It dug between her pussy lips but stopped just short of delving into her ass crack. Mostly because something had already taken residence inside her snug little hole.
“Is this a butt plug?” Izuku asked, his voice had lightened, revealing his bemusement. Before Ochako could answer, his thumb pressed against the toy, driving it deeper into her already stuffed insides, prompting a groan of discomfort. The butt plug’s handle ended in a pink faux gemstone, and Izuku playfully gripped the edges while giving tiny tugs. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes!” Ochako managed to struggle out between moans. Her rim had clamped down around it like a vice, keeping it firmly nestled inside her tight hole. Each little pull caused the toy to stretch her muscles, threatening to let her body take over and push it out the rest of the way. “Mina helped!”
“Mina?” Izuku asked and began twisting the plug left and right, twirling it around inside her guts. “How did she help you?”
“She—” Ochako's elbows nearly gave out beneath her when her boyfriend’s thumb jammed against the handle. The already deep plug had rubbed against a previously untouched part of her, and her insides sent electric bursts to her brain.
“Go on,” Izuku said, teasing her by pressing the plug several times.
“She loaned me this outfit,” Ochako panted, sweat brimming beneath her facial. “Picked out something a proper hooker would wear. She—” Ochako nibbled her bottom lip as Izuku gave the plug a little tug. “She eased the toy into me. Said a good hooker would always keep every part of herself pretty for her customers.”
Her cheeks burned pink, remembering how Mina bent her over the bed, squirting a healthy dollop of lube between her cheeks. The girl had never had anything back there before, never even played with her asshole, and suddenly one of her closest friends was working the tip of a sex toy into her tight starfish. The girl had to bite down on a pillow to keep from crying when Mina finally sank the largest part into her hole before her muscles swallowed it up to the handle. It felt alien to be so full, but she didn’t hate it. To which Mina had taunted her by giving her dewy pussy a swipe with her finger.
“What a thoughtful friend,” he said, bringing her back to the present, “And I suppose this is why you couldn’t stop fidgeting on the train?”
God, how humiliating. Sitting next to Izuku as little shockwaves knocked against the plug. She didn’t know whether she wanted to moan or cry.
“Yes,” Ochako whispered, “It was… hard.”
“Poor thing,” he taunted, “spread your cheeks for me.”
Knees digging into the soft bed, Ochako reached back and gripped her meaty cheeks. They were full, like twin melons, filling her hands as she pried them apart. Cool air bathed her crack and brushed against her already soaking lips and clit.
CLICK
He’d taken another picture. Ochako glanced over her shoulder in time to see him toss the phone onto the bed. Another nail in her coffin if those images ever got out. But at this moment, she was a hooker, and her chest swelled in pride, knowing her body was capable of being fap-worthy at a later date.
“I think it's time to claim the last one,” Izuku said.
Her heart froze in her chest; she knew what he meant even before he gripped her microstring and tugged it aside. His other manly paw firmly gripped the butt plug and gave a sharp pull. Her anal muscles surrendered as the toy was ripped from her guts with a loud and juicy PLOP.
Ochako’s hands flew out in front of her to keep herself from collapsing, shudders shooting from the base of her spine and up to her neck. She was gaping, the icy air rushed into her ass, and her jaw went slack at the frigid touch. She didn’t have any time to recover because Izuku was already at her backdoor, seizing the moment and pushing the head of his dick inside.
The girl moaned, forced her glazed-over eye open, and pulled away. Fear gripped her, but Izuku held her hips tighter. Helpless, he pierced her on his cock, the familiar veins and ridges now shaping a different part of her. The shock washed over her along with the pain as her virgin hole spread to accommodate something so massive.
Her velvet insides resisted his advances, but Izuku was adamant. He pushed forward, and Ochako bit her smeared lower lip as he used her like a cheap hooker. He was paying for everything, and everything meant her ass, so she allowed herself to be plundered as he pleased. A shaky moan escaped her lips, and her neck craned back while he filled her. He just kept going, endless, delving into parts untouched. Every inch she told herself she couldn’t be fuller, and then another was added.
Ochako grunted as the discomfort spread. It was unnatural having something jammed in the other way. Everything in her body told her to push back, to force the invader out, but Izuku didn’t care what her instincts wanted. No matter what whine or whimper escaped her lips, nothing stopped his assault on her asshole. Her muscles were on the brink of tearing, but he didn’t seem to care. And she loved that.
Finally, she felt his balls rest against her glistening pussy, and his wiry hair poked her supple flesh. With a final buck, he rooted himself in her forbidden hole.
“You’re so tight,” Izuku moaned, his thumbs digging into her bountiful cheeks. “I think I could get used to this.”
Ochako was about to nervously utter how she wasn’t sure about this when suddenly—
SLAP!
Ripples shot through her flesh as Izuku gave her ass a harsh and unforgiving slap. The girl gave a sharp gasp as pain shot through her body, and her ass clenched in response.
“Yessss,” Izuku hissed.
SLAP!
Ochako let out a loud cry, her ass clamping down hard with another hit.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
It was like she was milking him, gripping his dick and squeezing more cum from his shaft. The pain had eased into something perverted, mingling with pleasure. The girl moaned in confused glee, feeling her clit throb. She desperately wanted to play with herself and tease her delicate nub, but Izuku had other ideas.
Easing his hand up and over her ass, he roughly dug into her love handles. Despite all her effort in the gym, she couldn’t work off the extra few pounds. But he told her he loved them. He loved all of her. But it didn’t make her any less ashamed when he played with them like twin stress balls. But her shame could wait; he’d pulled out a way, and she braced herself for impact.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
His rigorous pace jostled her tits within their confines, threatening to bounce them out of her shirt. Their collision made the lewdest noises as he took her once virgin asshole. The ordeal had already been overwhelming, but Izuku’s rough fucking was pushing her deeper and deeper into depravity. He was using her ass like a pussy, breeding with her backdoor with rampant and coordinated thrusts. Her mind swam as she tried to grasp how far she’d fallen.
The idea that the prominent hero Uravity was getting railed in her bunghole was a filthy notion. But what was filthier was how much she loved every moment of this vicious breeding. She wasn’t a hero anymore; she was a dirty hooker who did whatever the client wanted for a stack of bills. She’d do anything for Izuku to earn her money.
His onslaught on her asshole quickened, causing her body to lurch back and forth. Again, she was nothing but a hole to get off in. A toy meant only for fucking. Her mind began to melt into a puddle of ecstasy, sloshing around inside her empty head. Her clit was throbbing wildly, and she hadn’t even touched her pussy. She was close. God, was she close. Heat built up inside her, and she knew she was about to be pushed over the edge.
SLAP!
Ochako screamed as her orgasm tore through her tired body. It burst inside her like a volcano, flooding her limbs with gooey hot magma. Her arms gave out beneath her, and she crashed onto the mattress. Her face, sticky with drying cum, splatted on the sheets as she let out the most guttural moan. Dew seeped from her cunt, spilling down on the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her like a warm tide.
But Izuku didn’t stop.
“Get back up,” he ordered.
Ochako’s body wouldn’t respond; her limbs were too tired, and her juicy orgasm was still washing away her mind.
“I said, get back up!” Izuku barked but never slowed his pace.
“I-I-I—” Ochako wanted to explain, but her tongue felt like lead, and her head was all fuzzy.
Distantly, Ochako felt him stop, though he kept rooted in her ass. She felt his rippled muscles press against her soft body, his six-pack rubbing along her spine. Ochako was limp as a ragdoll as he wrapped an arm beneath her neck. His muscular limb squeezed her throat as he locked her in a chokehold. Ochako roused from her stupor just in time to feel the air squeezed from her windpipe. The girl’s eyes refocused, and she struggled to gurgle out her panic when he began fucking her in earnest.
No, fucking was the wrong word. He rutted her like a rabid and feral beast. He could go even deeper now, forcing even more of himself into her abused hole. It was like he was trying to breed her ass just like her cunt. His heavy panting was hot against the side of her face, and Ochako felt like she was being taken by an animal rather than a person. Her fingers dug into the bedsheets, holding on for dear life as he began to fuck her toward the edge of the bed.
What little oxygen she was able to swallow wasn’t enough; her head swam as her mouth gaped. Raspy gasps rattled her throat, but Izuku wouldn’t let go. He was like a wolf, sinking his fangs into a helpless bunny.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Air nearly dwindled to nothing; Ochako’s eyes rolled back as she felt her clit throb and her pussy spasm. Pleasure surged up from her cunt as another orgasm took her. Her fingernails clawed into the sheets, and her toes curled. She was so lost in euphoria that she almost missed Izuku’s grunt.
“Take it in the ass, whore.”
A geyser of molten seed spurted inside Ochako’s guts, flooding her full of his potent cream. It doused her channel, slicking the insides so he could go even faster. Ochako’s brain, so close to piecing itself back together, fell apart. She was a whore. A dirty whore who got off twice from getting her ass railed. Thick and gooey cream slopped around inside her as the last of her air dissipated.
When he released her from his hold, Ochako faceplanted on the bed. She breathed in the smell of her sweat and his cum that’d stained the sheets. A quivering mess, everything on her body felt numb and on fire all at the same time. Gasping for breath, she barely felt Izuku unsheathe from her backdoor, only rousing upon the humiliating coldness in her guts. She was gaping, no doubt about it, gaping like a cheap hooker.
“Grab your ass cheek,” Izuku ordered.
Afraid to do otherwise, Ochako gripped her hefty right cheek and pulled it open. More cold air spilled into her, drowning her microstring.
“Look over your shoulder and give me a peace sign,” Izuku said. He didn’t just want a photo; he wanted her humiliated. Her love for him had found a new depth.
With a shaky arm, Ochako raised two fingers. They trembled as she turned her head to look at him. A tired smile crossed her face, now crusty with drying jizz. She could feel warmth escaping her gaping ass and knew cum was steadily flowing from her battered hole. Drenched in sweat and makeup ruined, Ochako knew her slutty schoolgirl look had devolved into a used cum dumpster cosplay. Had her fishnets torn? She couldn’t believe her heels had stayed on this whole time.
CLICK
The flash of light made her quiver with either humiliation or excitement; she couldn’t tell anymore. She felt so unbelievably used, her last and most private hole bought by her boyfriend. Her rim tensed and untensed, like a needy mouth begging for more. Despite the aches and pangs, she wouldn’t deny him if he returned for seconds. Thirds even. With her asshole so slick with cum, he could easily slip inside her again and again.
But that’s not what Izuku had in mind.
Calloused fingers gripped the back of the microstring in a fist. With a sudden tug, her boyfriend heaved Ochako into the air. The gusset dug deep between her fleshy folds, giving her an unbelievably violent front wedgie. Ochako squealed in pain and pleasure as the rough texture of the undergarment mashed her sensitive clit. Her thicc backside hung in the air, suspended by her microstring, and Ochako’s knees dangled above the mattress.
SNAP!
The elastic gave, tearing at the seams, and Ochako came crashing back down. She bounced once, then twice, before being roughly seized in Izuku’s strong and capable arms. Scooping her up beneath her belly, he hoisted her toward the wall with the painting. She could scarcely get out a breath before he spun her around and pressed her back against the wall.
She shivered, feeling the cold drywall on her ass. Staring up in his face, Ochako blinked a flake of his drying cum from her eye to fully take in his dead stare. She shuddered beneath him, lost in the shadow that was Izuku Midoriya. In that moment, she knew what a real hooker felt like. Stared at like a piece of meat by stronger and more capable men. She wasn’t a heroine fighting for a cause; she was a worthless set of holes. So, she did what felt natural. She parted her legs, dipped her fingers between her lower lips, and pulled them apart.
“Take it,” she whispered.
She didn’t need to check; she knew he was hard for her. Her eyes stayed locked on his as the sticky head pressed against her opening. Ochako’s mouth parted as she let out a low and shaky moan. Her opening easily spread for him, allowing his length to slip inside her steamy channel. Digging her toes into her heels, she bent slightly at the knees to help move him along. She wanted her pussy to devour his massive cock.
God, he was so hard inside her, like she was engulfing an iron bar. She savored the feeling of being so wonderfully impaled before Izuku suddenly surged upwards. Ochako’s low moans became an earsplitting wail as all ten inches plundered her dewy cunt. Her eyes went wide in surprise. Usually, he was gentle with her, but tonight was different. Tonight, she was a purchase.
Izuku’s hands dug into her love handles again, kneading her doughy flesh. With a jerk, he shoved her back down his cock as he thrust up, practically spearing her twofold. The sounds that escaped her mouth rattled up her windpipe before bursting out in an uncontrollable squeal of bliss. He’d done more than rub her G-spot; he’d ground against it, milking her pleasure spot for all it was worth. It squeezed out noises she’d never made, and her pussy viciously clamped down on his rod as an orgasm roared through her body.
A gush of nectar flooded around his cock, dousing his pelvis in her love. Ochako’s head fell back against the wall, knocking against the frame. Her weary mind fractured at the seams as pleasure riddled her core. But Izuku didn’t wait like usual; he didn’t give her the briefest chance to recover. Instead, he cupped her meaty backside and hoisted her up until only the head of his cock remained.
“N-no… please…” Ochako groaned. Her whole body was still singing; her orgasm had yet to silence. “I need… I need time…”
“I’m not paying you to rest,” Izuku grunted and dropped her on his cock.
Her G-spot was pounded into sticky wet goo against his cockhead. Another toe-curling orgasm erupted deep inside Ochako’s cunt and exploded through her lips. A pearly jet of squirt burst from her pussy and sprayed both their bodies. It was like she’d been wrung dry of her sweet juices, but Izuku wasn’t satisfied.
He lifted her again before slamming her back down. His cock pried her pussy apart, jamming her full of his manhood. Ochako’s screams filled the love hotel as his rhythm increased to a blinding rate. Early on, they discovered she came easy, so sex needed to be slow and gentle. But if this was what it felt like to give in, she’d gladly allow her pussy to be used as a breakneck cock sleeve for the rest of her life.
Squirt shot about wildly, her pussy unleashing torrent after torrent. Ochako could barely keep her eyes open as Izuku bounced her on his dick. The wet slapping of flesh could’ve likely been heard on the streets below and her screams in the nearby towns. Her arms wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life as he hammered his lust into her tight cunt.
“Take it, you worthless hooker!” Izuku hissed through gritted teeth.
Pinning her against the wall, he knocked her head against the painting again and again. Her heavy tits strained against the front of her shirt, threatening to pop free. His cock was unrelenting, threatening to split her open. His balls clapped against her ass, his fingers dug into her flesh, and his sweat fell from her forehead and spilled between her chasm of cleavage.
“More! More!” Ochako babbled, her eyes unfocused and her vision hazy. Drool seeped out of the corners of her mouth, and tears of joy trickled down her face. She was a big, sweaty, cum covered mess. And it filled her with joy that he still fucked a worthless and filthy whore like her.
“Cumming!” Izuku shouted, his spittle spraying in her face.
Her eyes flashed open. His cock throbbed inside her, and she felt the familiar sensation of sticky heat working its way into her pussy. It flooded her channel, filling her with his love, and her orgasm melted her from the inside out.
Ochako wailed, knocking the picture off the wall as her head slammed against it. Her short legs wrapped around Izuku’s waist, sealing him inside her. Locked together in a breeding embrace, she ground herself against him as she tried to massage her needy clit.
“Yessss!” Ochako screamed.
She wanted this orgasm to last forever, to forever feel his potent seed drown her fertile womb. She knew her pussy wasn’t enough to contain his unearthly amount of cream, and a glance down confirmed it. Pearly cum squeezed out between their seal, oozing down and dripping on the floor. Ochako’s eyes rolled back as she realized this magnificent cock had crammed her to the point of overflowing. Her pussy squeezed and released, milking the last of Izuku’s seed from his balls and sucked it deep into her hole.
They stayed there. Ochako pressed against the wall as Izuku held her aloft. Slowly, they both came down from their highs. Both panting and sweaty, like animals slowly becoming human again. He stayed rooted in her until she felt him begin to soften. When he did, his head brushed against her sensitive place again, and a last dribble of an orgasm oozed through her. It was small but nice and warm, like dousing her waist beneath the waters of a hot spring.
Izuku hauled her off the wall, carrying her across the room and back to the bed. Ochako’s head rolled back, staring up at herself in the mirror. She was drenched, like a kitten thrown into the sea. Her body was glazed in fluids, and her mouth hung open. With little fanfare, he tossed her up on the bed like a bag of luggage.
Her body splayed out, useless, her ample chest rising and falling within the soaked confines of her top. Dimly, she felt a hand grab her ankle and drag it to the side. Then again with the other. Soon, she felt the cold air against her still tightening asshole and now oozing pussy. Shivers traveled up her body as a finger teased her nub.
“No more…” Ochako groaned, “… please?”
He stopped. Thank heavens he stopped. Instead, she heard a familiar sound at this point.
CLICK
Both of her creampied holes, dripping with his still-warm seed, were saved on his phone.
“Th-thank yewww,” Ochako moaned, resting her head against the mattress. Shutting her eyes, she began to drift off into slumber. She was spent, dehydrated, and felt like she could sleep for a year.
Fingers.
Ochako’s eyes cracked open in time to see Izuku’s cock. It was erect. Again.
As for his fingers, they were fumbling with her top. At first, the girl was confused; he couldn’t possibly have more energy. But when she felt him peel her micro bikini up, she knew he was ready for more. Her milky tits nearly popped out of her shirt, round and perky, but Izuku pushed them back in. He just needed to make some room for what came next.
Without saying a word, he slipped his slimy cock between them and squeezed her breasts together. He humped forward, a mixture of cum, juice, spit, and lipstick gliding him between her creamy globes. Ochako blinked as his dick sawed toward her face and knew the next load would splash across the bridge of her nose.
It was too much. As Izuku fucked her breasts, Ochako fell backward into slumber. Throughout the night, she’d wake up to him using her lifeless body. Sometimes her ass, sometimes her pussy, and sometimes cumming in her face. She was his property.
And she’d never been happier.
“Ochako. Ochako. Ochako!”
She snapped awake. Her eyelids peeled open, thick gobs of milky cum smeared over her eyes. Her face felt hot, and her brown hair heavy. Blinking the cream from her eyes, she took herself in by staring at the mirror above.
Still dressed like a UA schoolgirl, Ochako gasped at how completely coated her body was. Every inch of her outfit was weighed down in white sludge, and every bit of skin was flaky from his thick cream. She could feel his cum between her toes, taste his saltiness behind her gums, and feel her gaping asshole gushing fresh seed. Her pussy was sore, her ass burned, and her clit was numb.
Lifting her head, she spied Izuku standing at the end of the bed, phone held before his face. His cock had finally softened, hanging down like a tree branch between his legs.
“Ochako,” he repeated.
The girl knew what he wanted. Parting her legs even further, she spread herself open for the photo. That slight jostle was enough to dislodge a massive gush of cum from her pussy, spraying the sheets. She shuddered, feeling gooey cream flow from her, but continued anyway. Once they were far enough apart, she raised both her hands and gave him two peace signs and a lazy smile.
CLICK
It was nearly morning.
Mina had laid in bed for hours, trying to fall asleep, but her nerves wouldn’t allow it. Even after a beautiful night of lovemaking and kinky games to ease her needy core, the girl couldn’t sate her perverted nature. She needed to know what happened between Izuku and Ochako. And no matter how many spine-tingling orgasms her boyfriend gave her, she couldn’t sleep until she heard the whole story.
Finally, around four in the morning, Mina heard soft footsteps outside her door. She flew from her bed, throwing it open, and nearly knocked the stunned Ochako to the ground. Without a word, Mina grabbed the poor girl’s arm and dragged her inside, shutting the door behind them.
Brimming with excitement, Mina was about to launch into a burst of giggles when she stopped.
Barely conscious, Ochako wavered on two shaky legs. She smelled like cheap soap and hotel shampoo; her t-shirt and jeans were crumpled and untucked. Her hair was still damp, and her eyes half-lidded. The bag she’d left with was loosely held in both hands, the bottom nearly soaked through. Mina would’ve assumed she was drunk if she didn’t know her friend better.
“Are you okay?” Mina asked, gently touching the girl’s shoulders.
“F-fine,” Ochako breathed, and Mina could smell the thick scent of cum wafting off her hot breath. The pink girl wanted to drink it in but forced herself to retain composure and steered Ochako toward the bed. Sitting the girl down, she took the bag from her friend’s hands. It was surprisingly heavy, given how little clothes there were, and Mina couldn’t help herself from peeking.
“Holy shit!” Mina dropped the bag with a wet thud. Her clothes were ruined, soaked through with so much cum the colors were indistinguishable. Her room flooded with the scent of man, and the pink girl began to feel lightheaded. How much cum could Izuku make?
“I’ll need to wash them first,” Ochako murmured before falling back on Mina’s bed with a little thump.
Morbidly curious, Mina peeled the bag back open with two trembling fingers. Her collection of expensive beauty products was lost within the little pool of white sludge. The fishnets were torn, and her heels looked like they’d been doused with glue. The thick scent of Izuku was doing something shameful to her, and she knew she’d need to close the bag quickly, or she’d have sticky dreams about someone she considered a close friend.
“The microstring got torn,” Ochako added, “We were a little too rough with it. Or rather, Izuku was rough with me.” The brown-haired girl let out a raspy chuckle at her own joke.
“Hilarious,” Mina said. But her curiosity peaked even more. Izuku was rough? She assumed the boy was more of a doting and gentle figure. The thought of him pinning Ochako against the floor drove dew into Mina’s already wet panties.
Then she noticed something.
“Where’s the butt plug?” Mina asked, tentatively sifting through the bag.
“H-he said I’d leak if I didn’t have one…” Ochako groaned.
Mina swerved around, spying the crotch of Ochako’s jeans. With her legs slightly apart, the pink hero could easily see a damp spot growing on the denim. They might’ve plugged her asshole, but her pussy was still weeping cum.
“You did anal?” Mina asked, tingling sent to her clit at the thought of her noble and wholesome friends doing something so dirty. “Did it hurt?”
“Too busy cumming,” Ochako said with such dismissiveness it nearly bowled her friend over.
Whatever happened early that night, it’d been enough for Ochako to turn from the timid anal virgin into a butt plug-wearing, cum drunk, and messy whore. Hell, Mina realized that as soon as Ochako left, she’d need to change her sheets because those jeans weren’t doing a very good job at plugging her gushing pussy up.
Looking from the bag to her friend, Mina nibbled her bottom lip and rubbed her thighs together. A filthy part of her wanted to keep the bag before Ochako washed it, but Kirishima probably wouldn’t like knowing she could compare the taste of his and Izuku’s cum. Smothering her perverted desires, she nudged the bag across the floor like an addict brushing aside a box of cigarettes.
“Tell you what,” Mina said, creeping toward Ochako, “You can keep all of this.”
“R-really?” Ochako stammered.
“On one condition,” Mina plopped beside Ochako, grinning from ear to ear, “You have got to give me details!”
A lewd smile crept across Ochako’s face, spreading from one side of her face to the other. With a little giggle, she said, “Sure, but I don’t remember some parts of it.”
Mina wiggled her ass in anticipation.