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Izuku gets to all of his classes 20 minutes early. He’s always had a thing about being late, and to make sure that never happens, he gets to class extra early to decrease that risk. Now, usually, when he arrives, the classroom is empty. Lecture hall chairs remain flipped up, the desks untouched and still squeaky clean from the previous night's janitorial team, and the chalkboard clean of any dust. Even the professor is rarely as early as Izuku.

Except today. Today, someone has disturbed the pristine condition Izuku is usually greeted to.

And that someone is Kachaan. Or, Izuku should say, Katsuki Bakugou. 

He’s sitting in the chair right next to Izuku’s usual spot. Feet kicked up onto the chair in front of him, head back and looking up at the ceiling as he feigns boredom. He doesn’t even have a bag. Just himself.

Izuku pauses at the doorway, looking around just to make sure he isn’t about to be jumped by Kachaan’s usual group of frat boys that tend to follow him around. There’s no one, which makes him even more confused.

Kachaan never comes to class early. Actually, he barely comes at all?

Izuku proceeded inside, closing the door behind him as quietly as possible. It didn’t do much because as soon as it shut, Kachaan looked up and stared directly at him. Like, really stared. His eyes trailed from Izuku's face, his cautious eyes, all the way down. Sizing him up. (Checking him out?)

Either way Izuku froze, blushed, then rushed to his seat. A different seat than he usually sat at, because how could he go sit next to one of the hottest and most popular guys at school? He began to pull out his stuff, completely ignoring the blonde who sat in the row behind him on the opposite side.

It wasn’t even seconds before the hairs on his neck stood up as Kachaan crouched behind him, his warm breath on Izuku’s neck sending chills down his body.

“Awe what? Didn’t want to sit by me?” Kachaan feigned hurt, grinning down at the flushed nerd.

Izuku spun around, face way too close to his for comfort, sputtering, “What? N-no! I mean, no that wasn’t my intention or- wait, uh, I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean to offend you, K-Kachaan- Katsuki!” It was too late to correct himself. The damage was done. 

Great. You managed to insult him and embarrass yourself all in the same sentence. Nice going Izuku.

Kachaan mused, “Kachaan huh? That’s a pretty childish nickname for a nerd like you to come up with. Thought you were smart enough to come up with something better.” he planted his hands on the seat next to Izuku and stretched, showing off the prominent muscles of his arms and only causing Izuku to further panic and lose track of his thoughts.

“Arms… wait, huh!? Smart! I meant smart, not arms. You think I'm smart?” Izuku was puzzled, not all understanding where Kachaan was going with this. They had never spoken before, despite the nerd's infatuation with the handsome blonde. Now all of a sudden he was early to class, seemingly trying to sit next to Izuku, and complimenting him? (Well, it could be teasing but either way it was way more than he had ever given him before)

“I think you’re a lot of things, Deku.” Kachaan purred, using his charm to send Izuku the most hypnotising grin he could muster. It reeled Izuku in more than he’d like to admit. Kachaan looked into his eyes a moment longer before shrugging and finally leaning back, reigning in his power, “One of which is a total hermit. I never see you out on the campus, going  out with any friends, and I've certainly never seen you at any parties. What gives?”

The sudden interest in Izuku’s life should have raised some alarm bells in his head, but Kachaan’s thighs looked really good in the gym shorts he was wearing so he didn’t think too hard about it.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know. Coursework keeps me busy. Don’t have any time for friends, o-or parties.” Izuku looked down, heart suddenly beating fast at his borderline admission of being a loser with no friends. Why was he spilling his guts to this guy? Yes he was hot but he was still basically a stranger?

“That’s a shame. You look like you’d be fun to have around.” Kachaan thought aloud, words trailing off. Izuku glanced around, just waiting for someone to walk in and break up this rare experience he was sure would never happen again. He almost wished he had locked the door on his way in. 

“Hey, here’s an idea. Why don’t you come over to my frat tonight. It’ll just be me and a couple of the guys, nothing crazy. Some drinks, food, games. I’ll help you get out of your shell a bit.”

Izuku’s heart almost lodged itself in his throat. A frat house. Kachaan’s frat house? He was being invited to go hang out with Kachaan and his other– way too cool to even be in the same room as Izuku– friends? It was too good to be true. He had to be sure he was hearing this right.

“Wh.. why would you do that? You don’t even know me.” Izuku felt ungrateful for a moment. This was something he should be jumping at the chance of. And instead he’s risking it because he was unsure if he was worthy? In his defense, he had been bullied all throughout middle school and highschool. Part of why he kept to himself now was because it was safer that way. Kept him out of trouble and made him less of a target.

If he went tonight and they saw through him and recognized him as just your typical loser nerd he would practically be painting a target on his back and begging them to take aim. 

But despite this, something in Izuku was egging him on. Telling him that he could be cool, useful. If only he was given a shot. And this was his shot.

“To be honest I’ve always noticed you. You raise your hand the most in this fuck ass class and always think you’re right. Some people might see that as you being a know-it-all, but I see guts.” Izuku felt his face turn an alarming shade of red, Kachaan continued, “I’m the same way. I like being right. So come on Deku, join us tonight and prove to me that I’m right about you.”

He stood up suddenly, pulling out a card that had an address written on it and tossing it to Izuku, “Here’s the address. Come tonight, 10 pm sharp, and bring comfy clothes. It’ll help the fun start quicker.”

Between reading the address and looking up as Kachaan walked away, Izuku missed the last thing he said, “Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it. Oh, and Deku-” He reached the door and paused once more, glancing back to meet Izuku’s gaze. Izuku could practically hear his heart beating in his ears, “That thing I said about also liking to be right? Well, even more than that I hate being wrong. So don’t let me be wrong about you.” and then he left.

Izuku sat alone for just a few minutes longer before finally other students began to trickle in. As they claimed their seats and class began, Izuku’s mind wandered. Gripping the card in his hand his heart swelled at that memory of Kachaan. Kachaan’s face, Kachaan’s perfect smile, Kachaan’s strong arms, Kachaan’s massive thighs… Kachaan’s offer. 

Would he take it? 

What Izuku knew for sure, if the slight hard-on he was struggling to hide in the middle of his calculus class was anything to go by, was that he felt undeniable special.

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Izuku showed up. How could he not? He was determined to prove Kachaan right. That he was worthy and capable of making friends, of being cool, of being more than a loser who got good grades. He would show up to his frat and wow them with his wit, and humor, and his own special charm. 

He did as told and wore comfortable clothes. Shorts and a shirt that said T-Shirt on it. After all, it’s apparently what cool people wear to hangouts. That’s what he got from Kachaan at least, and why would Kachaan lie to him and put him in a situation that could risk him being wrong? No, he wore the right outfit, he was sure.

He approached the large house with a buzz underneath his skin. He was nervous without a doubt. It was large, intimidating, and the people inside were without a surly the same. Izuku wasn’t exactly small for his age, he was an average 5’9. But he had seen the kind of guys that were in Kachaan’s frat. Most of them didn’t go below 6’0, and Izuku didn’t look forward to having to look up at them when they were talking. But it’s okay, he would figure it out.

He knocked 3 times. Rocking on his heels and buffing out his chest to try and seem larger. It didn’t do much.

A couple seconds later, the door finally opened and he was met with large pecs. It took all of his willpower to look away from them and to actually meet the eyes of who they were attached to. And that happened to be Eijirou Kirishima, a 6’3, artificially dyed red head, with a sharp smile and even sharper jawline. He was wrestling to get his shirt on, and only greeted him once it was fully over his head.

“Hey dude! You must be Midoriya? Right?” He greeted, grinning down at the flustered man.

Izuku straightened up and nodded, “Oh! Um, yes! That’s me. But please just call me Izuku, Midoriya is way too formal.” he shrugged bashfully. Cool people don’t need to be formal, so Izuku is the safe option. 

Kirishima nodded, “Well then, Izuku,” Ohhhh Izuku's heart is already palpitating, “Come on in! I’ll introduce you to the rest of the guys.”

He was led inside and into the common area, which was attached to the kitchen and bar. There, he was met with 4 other people. Kachaan was sitting on the couch, a drink in his hand. He met Izuku's gaze and grinned like he was impressed by Izuku just showing up. Then next to him was Shouto Todoroki, the infamously rich dual haired man. He had an expression harder to read, but gave one look over at Izuku before nodding once to Kachaan, almost in approval. In the kitchen were Sero Hanta and Denki Kaminari. Both of whom were making drinks and bickering about something.

“Oi, the party is here!” Kirishima gathered their attention.

With all eyes on him, Izuku suddenly felt like a bug under a microscope. Every inch of his being seemed to crawl with unwanted attention and he felt his confidence shudder under observation. 

Don’t freeze up Izuku.

“Hi! I-I’m Izuku Midoriya, but you can just call me Izuku.” he glanced around nervously before remembering he had brought something with him, “Oh! And I brought some snacks?” he lifted up a plastic bag full of goodies. Chips, crackers, sweets, things he assumed they might enjoy. At this, everyone seemed to fawn over him immediately.

Denki bounced over with a bright smile, “Oh Izuku aren’t you just the sweetest,” he cooed, taking the bag from Izuku and ruffling his hair. Denki wasn’t that much taller than him but still his presence had Izuku reeling.

“Where did you find this kid Bakugou? He seems way too innocent to be in cahoots with a heathen like you.” Sero mused, taking a couple of beers and walking them over to the group.

Izuku was led and sat right next to Kachaan, shrinking in on himself as they openly discussed him right as he was sitting there. Is this normal? It must be.

“Fuck off Sero, he’s in my stupid calculus class. Couldn’t ignore the little nerd if I tried, he’s pretty vocal.” He wrapped his arm around Izuku’s shoulders and kept it there. It had Izuku squirming.

He’s touching me. Holy whoa he’s actually touching me.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, am I annoying? I don’t mean to be.” Izuku tried to contain his embarrassment. Annoying potential friends, especially hot ones, is the last thing he wanted to do. 

“Not at all sweet cheeks. We like vocal ones, they’re the most fun.” Sero handed Izuku a beer. The freckled boy eyed it cautiously. He was only 19, everyone else in the room 21 and over, with Kachaan being 22,  and had never had a drink before in his life. Just holding the bottle made him feel like he was committing a crime (Which he technically was) 

They noticed his caution. “You don’t drink?” Todoroki asked, his first words to Izuku since he had arrived.

Izuku shrugged, “I-I’m 19.”

Kirishima whistled from the love seat he was perched on, “Come on Bakugou you brought us a nerd and a prude?” They all laughed and Izuku felt his face heat up. Shit, this wasn’t going well. They were making fun of him! Is it suddenly hot in here? 

“I mean I-I’ve just never had the opportunity! I drink! o-or I mean, I will!” With a determined look in his eyes, he tipped the bottle back and took a massive swig of it. Practically half the bottle. Everyone shut up and watched Izuku’s neck pulse as he swallowed earnestly, some liquid trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Izuku missed their hungry stares and lowered the bottle with a quiet burp. The taste of it was funny. Very bitter, with a warm aftertaste that settled on his tongue and seemed to pulse through his body. Either he was a lightweight, which was very possible, or this beer just had a high alcohol concentration, but he felt it pretty immediately.  

“Would you look at that, he aims to please.” Denki applauded, taking a sip from his own drink.

“Told you guys, I pick only the best.” Kachaan nudged Izuku, hand sliding up and down Izuku's arm and leaving Izuku sort of nestled into him. It was strange to be this close to him when he knows Kachaan is straight, but maybe this is just how guys hang out?

After that, conversation became a little more normal. They talked about school, people, shitty videos they had watched on youtube recently. Izuku slowly grew more comfortable, and more tipsy. It seemed the drinks were never ending, and by the third one he was sitting up straight and rambling about the current topic at hand. But instead of shutting him up or berating him for being annoying like people usually did, everyone watched and listened.

Izuku thought they were just interested in what he had to say, but they weren’t. They were barely listening, actually, just watching as Kachaan slid his hand down Izuku’s waist, under the hem of his shirt, and slightly lifted it. The freckled skin beneath was enough to have them all fighting off boners, and Izuku was clueless to it.

“-It wasa stupid assignment aaand Kachaan deserved more than a 92%, because his presentation was the best and-” Izuku cut himself off with a laugh, “a-and he looked good when presenting it so that alone sh-shhhoul have earned him extra credit.” He stopped himself, realizing what he just said. Oh gosh how many drinks have I had? How could I just admit to them all that I thought Kachaan looked good? They’ll know I'm gay, and hate me for it, oh no oh no-

A subtle squeeze to his side disrupted his spiraling mind–When did his hand end up there? – and Izuku looked to meet Kachaan’s eyes, “You think I look good?”

Izuku blushed, “W-well, I mean..” 

“Look at that, he’s all shy now.” Denki cooed, setting his bottle down and resting his chin in the palm of his hand.

“So adorable.” Sero drawled.

“A-adorable?” Izuku’s eyes shimmered at the praise, mind spinning as the hand on his waist rubbed up and down meticulously. 

“Yeah Izuku, you’re adorable. We all think so.” Kirishima gestured around the room, “And we are so happy Bakugou chose you to join us tonight.”

“Mmm, chose me?” Izuku pondered this. Chose is such a specific word. What was he chosen for? To hang out? To be a part of this group? What did it all mean?

Kachaan’s fingers dipped beneath the hem of his pants, teasing a bit before retracting. Izuku squirmed at the touch, looking up at him and pouting, “Kachaaaan, don’t-mmm- don’t do that.” he tried to push him away but Kachaan had an iron grip and didn’t budge.

“Do what? This?” His fingers dipped in again and Izuku couldn’t help his hips from lifting a bit at the feeling.

“Is the sweet boy flustered right now? Can’t handle a bit of teasing?” Sero bit his bottom lip, palming at the bulge in his pants.

“I think he likes it, just look at how his eyes are watering. So cute.” Denki gushed, leaning back.

“Do you like all the attention on you, Izuku?” Shoto asked, watching thoughtfully as he squirmed. He may have been quiet, but every one of his words carried a weight.

“Nnno, no no. I don’t,” Izuku breathed out, eyes darting around at the group of people who had begun to act very strangely. Before, it felt like everyone was a part of the conversation, himself included, contributing to the topic at hand. But now, Izuku felt like he was the topic? Like he wasn’t even a person around them, just a thing they could talk down to. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, and he knows it's not because of the beers. Why did I have so many? Why did no one stop me?

“I think he does. I think that’s why you came here tonight, right? I gave you a little bit of attention and your needy ass wanted more.” Kachaan’s fingers dipped below his waistline, brushing the fine hairs on his crotch and leaving Izuku twisting to get away, to remove them. 

“That’s not true Kachaan!” Izuku whined, “P-please, move yourrr hand.”

“He really is needy Bakugou. I don’t think you’re giving him enough of what he wants. Look, he’s practically humping your hand.” Kirishima laughed, his own hand disappearing into his pants and rubbing at something, most likely his dick.

Izuku balked at this but didn’t have a chance to question it before his briefs were breached and Kachaan gripped the shaft of his dick, already hard despite Izuku’s protests. He moaned, crying out at the calloused hands holding him still and violating him in front of all these people. His shame put on full display like a show.

“Ah! No, no no let me go. Please, I don’t want this. I don’t, nghhh, w-want this-ah” A single tear slipped down Izuku's cheek. Instead of doing what was asked, Kachann slowly moved his hand, up and down, drawing out pathetic noises from Izuku. Whether they were protests or moans didn’t matter, it was music to the frat boys’ ears. 

“Sweet thing,” Todoroki soothed, inching closer to the weepy eyed boy and placing his hand on his thigh, opening his legs that were trying to close, “We haven’t been very honest with you.”

“Nghh, h-huh?” Izuku looked up at him, mind swirling and trying to ignore the burning heat pulsing from his crotch. What was happening? 

“You see, it was Bakugou's turn this month to bring us someone to use. It’s a little tradition our frat has, helps us relax and boost morale amongst the leaders in preparation for the month ahead. Before it was some brat named Monoma who we had to put in his place, then an annoying pink haired chick who we had to gag so she would shut up, Mina I think, and then some shy senior with animal tattoos who took a lot of effort to get him out of his shell, or, pants. Tamaki. And it just so happens Bakugou chose you for us this tiime, Izuku Midoriya.” With his hand keeping Izuku’s legs open, rubbing circles at his thigh. It made it easier for Kachaan to continue working on his dick, even going so far as to lick and nip at Izuku’s neck to bring out some more of his addictive little noises.

“Use? Ah!” Izuku squeaked, still trying to grasp what was being explained to him while his neck was devoured and his dick was rubbed insatiably. Who were all these people he talked about? What happened to them? What was going to happen to him?

“Ugh, get to the point half n’ half.” Kachaan gritted out through clenched teeth, growing impatient.

“Maybe Bakugou mentioned that we like to play games? Izuku?” Denki added from across the room, his own dick out and hard as he watched the scene play out.

Sero continued, “Well, you are what we are going to play with this evening. Every part of you.” He groaned, releasing his cock from his pants. No..

“All night long.” Kirishima added, “However we like.”

No no no…

 “You’re our party favor Deku, try to enjoy it.” Kachaan growled into his ear, and that’s what tipped the iceberg. Izuku’s orgasm ripped through him, his body shaking as he cried out and tried to ride out his embarrassment. But with all the eyes analyzing him and his shame it felt like the moment lasted forever, burning into his soul and branding him as a weak and pathetic man. He came just from being jerked off and told he was going to be used by these strangers? he was disgusting and he felt it down to his core.

Izuku cried and tried to bury his face in his hands, but that wouldn’t do. Todoroki took them in his grip and kissed his wrists, “Don’t hide now, we want to see your every reaction.”

Kachaan removed his hand from Izuku's pants, marveling at the sticky white substance that coated them, “That was quick. Here, have a taste, you made the mess after all, it would be rude of you not to clean it up.” Without warning, Kachan shoved his cum soaked fingers into Izuku's mouth and pushed them far back. He choked, gagging as his tongue swirled around the intrusion to try and force them out. But he ended up just doing what he was told, tasting the smooth and salty result of his assault.

“Suck.” Todoroki encouraged, and Izuku couldn’t force the fingers out so he told himself if he did what he was asked it would be over with sooner. He sucked, and licked, and cried because he knew everyone was watching and loving it.

Finally the fingers left and Izuku was left trembling and blubbering, “P-please, let me go! I promise I w-w-won’t tell anyone!” 

“You’re right, you won’t.” Todoroki and Kachaan released him and he slid off the couch onto the floor, heaving and looking around for an escape. But the others stood up at the same time and approached him, surrounding him, their cock’s out and their eyes hungry.

“We’re gonna teach that mouth of yours that there are much better things it could be doing than being a snitch.” They began to unzip their own pants, revealing their massive boners. Holy shit how was it even possible to be that huge? Izuku eyed them like he was staring down a venomous snake.

“I-I’m not a snitch. I swear.” Izuku pleaded, looking up and around like a lost puppy. He tried to crawl away but a hand lacing itself into his curls lifted him up so he was perched perfectly on his knee’s, hands grappling onto someone's knees so he didn’t tumble over in his tipsy state. 

“We believe you. Trust us, you’re not gonna wanna tell anyone what happens here today after we’re done with you. They’ll all think you’re disgusting.” he mocked, and Izuku’s stomach dropped. 

“What?” He pouted, the sudden harshness cutting through him like blades. They were just complimenting him, fawning over him saying he was so cute and adorable, but now they’re saying he’s disgusting? The switch up gave him whiplash and he, only for a second, stopped struggling. 

“Yeah, no one's gonna wanna be your friend when they find out what a needy slut you are.” Sero laughed like it was obvious. They all laughed, actually. Laughed at Izuku, at his pitiful state and his hurt expression.

“But I’m not a-”

“You are. You came in your pants just from my hand alone, remember?” Kachaan lifted his foot and pressed it against Izuku’s soft dick, which pulsed at the sudden pressure. He keened and tried to nudge it away but was held so firmly by his hair that it proved fruitless. The pressure and slow movements from Kachana's foot made Izuku realize to his horror just how wet and sticky his briefs felt now. They stuck to his skin and brought a new wave of mortification to his already hurt pride. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mmmean to. Please, don’t tell anyone.” Izuku whimpered, eyes screwed shut but still dripping tears. Kachaan's foot wouldn’t let up, and his dick was still sore from just cumming so the overstimulation was too much for him to handle.

“Sluts don’t get to make requests, they just do what they’re told. Maybe if you’re good we won’t tell anyone what a pervert you are.” Denki pondered, wording it like a suggestion. 

Izuku looked up at him with teary eyes, “Really? Please, pleaseee don’t.” he begged.

“So you’ll be a good slut for us then?” Todorko asked, turning his chin up at the boy.

“I-I” kachaan applied more pressure to his dick, earning a choked up moan.

“Come on Izuku, say it. Tell us what you are, what you’ll be.” He egged on, grin wicked and cruel and oh so beautiful.

Izuku cried, hanging his head in shame and whispering out a quiet, “I’ll be a g-good slut..” it made his chest ache and his throat hurt just to say it.

“I didn’t hear you from the way up here.” Kirishima mocked, looking down at Izuku, “Say it again. Louder.”

Izuku hated this, hated himself. How could he let himself fall for such a trick? He was a loser, a nobody, of course someone as cool as Kachaan wouldn’t just want to hang out with him. He didn’t have anything to offer, he was just someone for them to use and take advantage of and he would let them because he was weak. They knew that.

Now all he could do was suffer and hope by the end of it they didn’t tell anyone else. Or else he would really be ruined. 

Izuku shuddered out a breath, loudly stating, “I’ll be a good slut! I will! I promise!” because that’s all he had to offer.

They wasted no time. Kirishima released his hair and Izuku fell forward, planting his hands on the floor and coming face to face with Kachaan’s dick. Thick, red, and begging to be touched. It was as long as Izuku’s face and he wilted in fear at the thought of where it was supposed to go. Kachaan knew though.

As soon as his hair was free from someone's grasp, it was just replaced by another's. Kachaan guided his head to rub against his shaft, reveling as Izuku's tear stained cheeks brushed against his skin and made it shine.

“I’ve really picked a beautiful one, huh guys?” He smiled, Izuku looked away, too embarrassed to hold eye contact. It didn’t matter though, because Kachaan moved his head again so his lips pressed against the spongey tip, already leaking pre. “Open up slut.”

Izuku wanted to resist, but the eyes glued to him felt like a threat and he knew it wouldn't end well if he said no. As far as he knew, they were being nice right now. He didn’t want that to change, so he did as told and slowly opened his mouth. Kachann plunged right in, dragging Izuku's head up and down and marveling as his lips closed around his girth and struggled to take him all in.

Izuku had never done this before. He had watched porn before, of course, but only mildly vanilla stuff, and never frequent enough to know what was wrong and what was right. He was sure that the men he watched do this though were never as rough as Kachaan was. 

His head bobbed up and down, gathering spit at the base from his gag reflex being triggered over and over again. The sounds he made were atrocious and sounded like nails to a chalkboard in his ears, but to everyone else it was invigorating. Every once and awhile he would hold Izuku’s head down for a few seconds, letting his throat close and tighten around his length, and laughed as Izuku squirmed and struggled to breath. When he was finally allowed to come up, he gasped only for a second before he was pulled and guided onto Todoroki’s cock, which while not as thick as Kachaan’s, was longer. 

It plunged in deep and touched the very back of his throat.

“Kid’s a natural, no way this is his first time.” Sero mused, lifting his shoe and planting it between Izuku’s shoulder blades, adding weight to keep him deepthroating Todoroki’s length. 

“It has to be. His gag reflex is still intact, and he’s crying way too much.” Denki argued, tilting his head.

“Don’t worry, he’ll be rid of it by the time we’re through with him.” Todolorki promised, and Izuku was inclined to believe him. 

They kept him on his knees for so long that he began to lose track of time. All he knew was his throat was beginning to hurt, his knees were scraped raw on the hard wooden floors, and his eyes stung from the tears and sweat that had begun to build up. Breathing became scarce, so it wasn’t long before all of his fighting energy was lost and he felt himself becoming too compliant. He didn’t even fight when Kirishima and Denki grabbed his hands and made him rub their dicks as he alternated between sucking Kachaan and Todoroki, Sero standing behind him and rubbing his shaft into Izuku's hair. One after another, no breaks in between.

When they did give him a moment to breathe, since they apparently weren’t too fond of using him while he was passed out, they degraded him to keep him docile and meek.

“The nerd is learning. Look at him, look at how he drools for cock.” Kachaan beamed, swiping the spit from Izuku's chin and stuffing it back in his mouth. Pulling at his tongue, reaching back to touch his molars, and just using his mouth like it was nothing more than a hole to be toyed with.

“Nooo” Izuku wined, mouth stuffed with fingers and head still buzzed from the alcohol. Surprisingly, he hadn’t thrown up, despite the consistent gagging he was being subjected to. 

“Oh yes. Normal boys don’t salivate when they’re offered dick. It’s just you slut. Seems we’ve unlocked your true potential.” Kirishima chuckled, patting his head of matted curls.

Was that true? I’m not sure what's right from wrong anymore, just that I'm tired and want this to be over. Except I don’t have a say in when this ends. God, when does this end?

“Please.” Izuku begs, “Please, please, please..” Izuku wasn’t coherent enough to finish his sentence. Please stop. Please end this. Please be done. Please let me go. Please-

“Speak up slut. Please what?” Kachaan pinched his cheeks, smushing his mouth to pucker his lips.

“I think he’s getting thirsty. All that beer wasn’t enough for him, clearly.” Denki filled in, eyes mischievous. “The kid wants something to quench his thirst.” 

They all looked at him, waiting for an answer to confirm this. “Well? Are you thirsty?” Todoroki asked. Izuku thought about it. Was he thirsty? Would they give him water if he asked? Or would it be more beer? He didn’t want anymore alcohol, he probably shouldn’t risk it. 

“N-no.” Izuku babbled, shaking his head despite Kachaan’s grip. 

“No? Denki you idiot, he’s not thirsty. The bitch is hungry.” Kachaan laughed, “His stomach is empty, that’s why he’s so weepy. The cry baby needs some food.”

Izuku didn’t like where this was going. He tried to pull away, releasing the cock’s he forgot he was rubbing from his grip and trying to move to get up. But hands kept him held down.

“I’ve got something that should fill him up real nice.” Kirishima grinned, gripping his shaft and pumping vigorously. Suddenly it clicked what he meant, what they were all getting at. Izuku's heart stuttered and he shook his head, keeping his lips shut tight to try and delay the inevitable.

“Open up slut, you should be grateful we’re feeding you. In fact, when we’re done we’re gonna expect a thank you.” Kachaan seethed, getting worked up by Izuku’s defiance. Out of all of them, Kachaan seems to be the instigator. Always willing to be the first to put Izuku in his place. It was as terrifying as it was endearing.

Kirishima grabbed Izuku’s neck, earning a choked out gasp that forced his mouth to open wide, and took that opening to shove his dick down his gaping throat. It didn’t take long before Kirishima was spent, groaning loudly as he held Izuku down and let his cum gush out vigorously, coating Izuku's walls and forcing him to swallow with gentle pets to his throat. It was warm, salty, and all consuming. Izuku felt it travel all the way down to his stomach, mixing with the alcohol he previously consumed and further filling him up.

When Kirishima released him he coughed and spat, but it was too late. He had taken it all. And way too easily. 

“My turn.” Denki sang, taking Izuku's head and repeating the process. Izuku shook his head and cried for him to stop, but it didn’t matter. He was completing what they wanted, and he didn’t get a say in any of it. 

Denki came down his throat after just a few bobs of his head, letting most of his trickle down his throat before pulling out and letting a few spurts coat Izuku’s tongue and lips. By reflex, Izuku swiped his tongue against his plump lips and tasted more of it. He shook his head in shame at the action.

“No no no, don’t waste it, that’s rude Izuku. Lick it up and swallow it like a good boy.” Todoroki chastised, and his tone left no room for argument. Despite himself, Izuku did as told rather eagerly. Desperate to stay on their good side. He licked his lips, even using his hands to scoop some of it back in his mouth, and swallowed down. Ignoring the way he was beginning to get used to the taste, which wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be.

“Now say thank you slut.” Kachaan demanded.

“Th-thank you.” Izuku ground out with a hoarse voice, ruined and bruised from the dicks he’d deep throated.

“Thank you for filling me up.” Kachaan continued, gripping his throat and choking him.

“Th-thank you for, ngh, filling me up.” Izuku cried, stomach warm and churning. He did feel more full than he did before, was that bad? Or was it just a loss of appetite.

His body was on fire. From his head all the way down to his crotch, it felt like his nerves were shot and in a constant state of stress and excitement. Every small nudge made him wince and whine and he thinks if he were to be touched in one place too long he may be inclined to feel pleasure from it. And he didn’t know how to feel about that.

“Take his clothes off. I want to see what we’ll be feasting on tonight.” Sero chimed in, crossing his arms.

Without warning, Kirishima and Denki grabbed beneath his armpits and hoisted him up. Like a baby deer learning to stand, he wobbled, his knees aching from being on them too long. In quick motions his pants were pulled down and his shirt was ripped in half, falling off of him like useless pieces of fabric. 

 bring comfy clothes. It’ll help the fun start quicker.

Oh.. that’s what he meant.

Everyone stepped back, eyeing his every curve, freckle, and scar. Under such intense observation Izuku felt self conscious, hands roaming to try and cover up his privates, which was stupid because it hid absolutely nothing. The cum from previously had all but dried but it still felt like he was being exposed for his previous weakness and it left his squirming. 

“You’re still so shy? Come on slut, give us a fucking twirl.” Kachaan swiped at his ass. Izuku yelped and spun around to look at him, seeing that he was dead serious and deciding he didn’t want to see what was in store for him if he chose defiance. 

Izuku gave a slow turn, letting them see every part of him. He cried, head bowed in shame and skin flushed red. Could he ever bounce back from this? Surely this was rock bottom. The lowest he could go.

“Move your hands whore, you’re ours and we want to see that tiny dick you’re hiding.” Kirishima spat, grabbing his hands and forcing them away. Izuku whined but didn’t try to move them back, just kept them planted to his sides.

“Aw shit it is tiny.” Denki laughed, reaching down and poking at it like it was a toy. Izuku swatted him away.

“So pathetic.” Sero shook his head, licking his lips.

“You didn’t tell us you brought us a girl bakugou.” Kirishima laughed, “Look at her clit, no way that’s a dick. Just a swollen clit attached to a pretty pussy.” 

Izuku began to hyperventilate. What? No, no I'm not a girl! I have a dick, it’s not a pussy! It’s a dick!

“My bad guys, I didn’t know. I guess it makes sense. No real man has curves like these,” Kachaan cooed, grabbing Izuku’s waist and kneading the skin. Izuku gasped and squirmed.

“No! I-I’m not a girl! I’m a boy!” He whined, monster tears falling as he tried to salvage what was left of his pride. It was all but trampled at this point though. He was barely anything.

“Oh really? Then what’s this?” Suddenly, Kachaan pulled him down onto his lap, wrestling with him until he had Izuku’s arms pinned behind his back and his legs spread right open, revealing his puckering hole to the frigid frat air and leaving it bare for them all to see. And see they did.

“Noooo” Izuku whined, trying to wiggle free or at least close his legs to conceal his dignity, but it was no use. He was too tipsy, too weak, and too tired to defy someone as strong as Kachaan. He ended up just looking like a little boy throwing a tantrum.

“This is your pussy Izuku, such a shame no ones told you before. Some guys are born with them, and you’re one of the lucky ones who’ve been blessed with one so pretty.” Todoroki said like he knew it for a fact. If Izuku wasn’t as grown as he was and knew how anatomy actually worked, he may have been inclined to believe him. He sounded so sure, so honest. 

“No no no-” Izuku whined like a brat, shaking his head and growling.

When a hand came down and spanked him right over his hole, he cried out and his eyes bulged. Todoroki held a deadly gaze, unlike one he had seen before now.

“That word is off limits brat. If you want me to stop spanking you then you’re going to do it by calling it your pussy.” He threatened, reeling his hand back and spanking his hole again. The guys all snickered, loving the punishment he was being put through. Izuku cried and shook his head.

“I won’t!” He yelled definitely, “I have a p-penis! I’m a boy! I’m a-” Izuku yelled as more slaps were reigned down on him. They kept coming, despite his cries, despite his pleas, and his asshole began to sting and feel warm to the touch. It didn’t help that everyone was watching, jaws hung open as they watched him suffer like it was the morning news. Uncaring of how much pain he was in and how much this was fucking with his self image.

“Please!” Izuku cried.

Slap

Slap

Slap

“Please sssstop-ah!” 

Slap

Slap

“Stop what?”

Slap 

Slap

Slap

“Stop hitting my-” Izuku cut himself off, trying to fight his instinct to give in. To get it over with. To succumb to their mind games and just let them win. Surely it would be easier than this.

“Hitting your what? Come on pretty girl, speak up! I thought your Kachaan said you were vocal, all I'm hearing right now is whining,” Todoroki sneered. Spanking him more and drawing out even louder cries and wails from the green haired boy.. Girl. Is that what I am? Do I just give in? It hurts, it hurts so much.

“Pleaseee, stop hitting my Pussyyy.” Izuku whined, and just as he did, Todoroki stopped. Izuku managed to look down, watery eyes blurring his vision but he still managed to catch a glimpse of his battered hole. Red, swollen, and puckering. He whined, head leaning back and looking at everyone. Their eyes were focused, contemplating. 

It struck Izuku that all of them were still fully dressed, watching him wriggle naked all for their own pleasure. It made him feel small, judged, completely bare before them even. Even without clothes it was like they were peering into his soul, breaking down what they found, and were mapping out how to rebuild him exactly to their liking.

And by giving into them right now, he felt like he was letting them.

“Oh sweet girl, you’re doing so good.” Todoroki cooed, petting his head and moving some hair from his eyes. With all the pain he was in, Izuku didn’t mind the soft touch. Todoroki apparently ran cold, and his hands felt incredible against the burning heat racking his body.

“Mmmm.” Izuku whimpered, “Please, no more.” It came off breathy, tired.

“It only gets better from here Deku.” Kachaan reassured him, readjusting his grip but keeping Izuku in the same position. Kirishima disappeared for a second and returned with something in his hand, a bottle. He popped it open and hovered it over Izuku, squeezing it until a clear gel dribbled down and landed right over Izuku's hole. 

It was cold and Izuku gasped, squirming, hoping to warm it up somehow. They seemed to notice, because Denki knelt down and began to rub at it. Smearing the gel over his hole and all around it, teasing the ring of muscles and being far gentler than he assumed they'd be. After a few seconds, it even began to feel good, and Izuku relaxed a bit as whatever this gel was soothed his throbbing hole.

“Have you ever had anything in your pussy slut?” Sero asked, tilting his head at Izuku’s reaction.

Pulled from his numb mind, Izuku blinked fast, “What? No, of c-course not.” he shuddered out a breath when Denki's finger halted over his hole, pushing against it teasingly.

“A virgin too? Wow Bakugou, we’re gonna have to get you to bring us party favors more often. You find the real special ones.” Kirishima drawled, walking around the couch and cupping Izuku's chin, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. It was sweet, and Izuku hummed at the gentleness of it. 

They’re being so kind now.. I kind of like it..

NO! They’re talking about you like you’re an object. You’re not an object, don’t let them win! 

Denki's finger began to push deeper, leaving Izuku groaning and trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion entering his body. It was just one finger and it already had Izuku’s di- uh, clit, filling up. He hated it, trying to force his mind to squash the pleasure building up again, but it was no use. His body wasn’t listening anymore. It was stuck in fight of flight, and since he couldn’t do either it was leaving all the decisions up to his abusers. Thankfully, right now they were choosing to be gentle.

Once Denki had his finger down to the knuckle, he swirled it around and began to pull back before repeating the pattern. Izuku was left gasping, whining, and making all sorts of noises he didn’t know he was capable of. He was also drooling again, but that could just be because his mouth was stuck staying open by the consistent forced reactions he was giving.

“I think Deku’s enjoying his pussy being played with. Shitty hair, give his mouth the same treatment.” Kachaan demanded, and Kirishima was happy to oblige. He flipped a leg over the couch, bringing his crotch eye leveled with Izuku and poking his mouth with the tip. Maybe he was just tired and past the point of resistance, or maybe for a moment he felt the urge to actually comply on his own freewill, but Izuku’s mouth welcomed Kirishima in with surprising enthusiasm. Sucking him in and giving it the attention it demanded.

Meanwhile, his pussy was being taken care of, one finger turning into 2 as Denki Scissored him open. Stretching him good so when the inevitable happened and they fucked him open, he wouldn’t tear. They didn’t like dealing with the mess and the cries of pain. They much preferred cries of pleasure. 

Izuku was in such a trance of sucking and pleasuring Kirishima that he didn’t realize just how deep Denki was exploring until suddenly he hit somewhere deep inside that had Izuku reeling back away from Kirishima and moaning despite himself. Sparks traveled up his spine and he bucked his hips.

What the fuck was that and why did it feel so good.

“Oh no, I didn’t say you could stop.” Kirishima growled, gripping Izuku's hair and cutting off his moan by plunging back into Izuku's open throat.

Now, Izuku wasn’t sucking but just letting Kirishima fuck his throat, too busy moaning and whining as Denki repeatedly hit that spot deep within him. Turning 2 fingers into 3 and thoroughly stretching him open.

“Shit, he’s a real whore now wouldn’t you say?” Sero laughed, and from the corner of his eyes Izuku swears he saw the flash from a camera. But who knows, he was too busy trying not to come again.

Finally Kirishima decided he was done with his throat and pulled away, leaving Izuku to slobber and cry as Denki wrecked his pussy and left no room for protest.

“Oh god, oh my- nghhhh, please please please Denki-” Izuku stammered, “No more, please-”

Before I cum.

“Look at her clit, she really wants to cum.” Todoroki observed, dragging a slow finger up his short length, it had Izuku’s back arching.

“Ah!”

“No no no, he’s already come once, he should make us feel good first.” Sero said rather impatiently, grabbing Denki’s shoulder and pulling him away from Izuku. With the removal of his fingers, Izuku gasped out and felt his hole puckering at the loss. 

Izuku heaved in precious breaths, looking around at the taller, bigger men and wondering what was next. They seemed to be communicating with their eyes, letting them land back on izuku before grinning. It sent a chill up Izuku's spine.

“On your knees slut, we’re doing a change of scenery.” Kachaan growled, releasing Izuku and pushing him to the floor. He landed with a thump, looking up at the group with defeated eyes. They all stood, cocks remaining out and menacing, and then motioned over to the hallway with the stairs. Izuku shrunk in on himself at their dominating presence over him. 

Weak. Useless. Girl..

They began to walk away, while Sero stayed behind him to make sure he followed. At first he tried to stand, but a swift boot to his back kept him on his hands and knees and Izuku knew he was meant to crawl. He did, slowly but surely, begin to crawl after the snickering and conniving group.

How did the night up here? Izuku was supposed to be making friends, impressing them with his personality and convincing them he was worthy of something. But all that’s happened is a swift reminder that he wasn’t anything at all but someone to be toyed with and used. The sudden swell of pain in his chest had him looking around, and it just so happens that the hallway with the staircase in it was the same hallway that had the front door. 

This is it. I could escape!

With a sudden burst of bravery, Izuku shot to his feet and made a haste break for the door. And for a second, it seemed almost like he would make it. But as soon as he gripped the handle and tried to turn it, it didn’t budge. He searched around for the lock but was met with 2 padlocks secured on the hinges.

“No!” Izuku yelled, pulling at the handle to no avail. With his only hope of escape so quickly squashed, Izuku realized that they hadn’t tried to grab him at all. In fact, it had gone so silent he thought they might have just disappeared and this was all just a really bad dream.

Instead he turned to see them still standing there, looking at him like he was the dumbest creature they had ever laid eyes on. And maybe he was. His shoulders bunched up and he was hit with the sudden gravity of what he had done. They were going to be mad. Were they going to hurt him more? Inflict bruises? They were being so kind and sweet to him but were they about to take that all away? He took it for granted, oh fuck he took it for granted.

Just subimit. It’s too late. Don’t make it worse for yourself slut.

Izuku sank to his knees, mumbling quiet apologies. He felt reduced, lessened, and embarrassed by his poor attempt at an escape and his quick return to submissive and docile.

Slowly and against his pride's insatiable begging, he crawled back over to them. Reducing himself to something more manageable and in their favor instead of letting them do it. He told himself it was his way of protecting himself, but deep down Izuku knew something was cracked that could never be repaired.

“I’m sorry..i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry..” he continued to whimper all the way to the bedroom he was led to like a dog. It was barely comprehensible by the time he made it through the doorway, just a series of noises and whines that left less to be heard and more to be ignored.

“On the bed.” Kachaan said, facial expression set in a stoney grimace. It was scarier than Izuku anticipated. 

Izuku did as told. Crawling onto the bed under the watchful gaze of the men around him, who began to strip themselves of their clothes. Finally, Izuku wasn’t the only one. Smooth, glistening skin, revealed itself. Along with the thick muscles that had Izuku feeling self conscious of his own body. How could he have ever thought he could escape them when they were so huge? And he was so small..

They’re better than you. They know what’s best for you. Just listen to them.

“A-are you going to punish me?” Izuku found the nerve to ask. Better to get it over with. He hated how small his voice had sounded, high pitched and squeaky..

Like a girls..

“That depends. Do you think you deserve to be punished?” Todoroki asked, and it felt like a trick question. He should say no, because truly he knows what he did was an act of survival and anyone else would have done the same. But also.. Izuku should have known they’d be smart enough to lock the door while they abused and raped an innocent person. If anything, Izuku just proved to them how stupid and pathetic he was, and that left him convinced he should answer against his better judgement.

“Yes..” Izuku answered honestly, bowing his head, “I-I’m sorry for trying to- to run. I shouldn’t have d-done that.” 

“Mm? No?” Denki pondered his answer, “You hurt our feelings, you know. We were starting to think you were pretty cool, y’know, for such a slut.” he berated. Izuku wilted further at this admission.

“You.. You thought I was cool?” Izuku asked, shocked by this fact. He wasn’t cool.. He was a loser, a nobody, unworthy of their attention and yet so lucky to have it. Was it true they thought he was worthy of something?

“You took your punishment so well earlier sweet girl. Better than anyone else ever has.” Todoroki complimented, and it felt honest, true. Izuku lifted his head at the praise.

“You also gave us hella good head, doll. Even a seasoned whore would have a hard time beating you.” Kirishima grinned at the memory, stroking his dick. 

“We’ve been so nice to you. Letting you come, playing with your pussy, and what have you done to repay us? You ran away like a coward. What, too scared you wouldn’t be able to please us the same way we did you?”Kachaan sneered, “You know Deku, all that makes you is selfish.”

The jab hit Izuku in the heart. They were right. Of course they were right. They made him feel good, they complimented him, gave him a purpose.. And all he’s done is cry and complain about it. He was selfish, and cruel, and mean, and a prude. They were turning him into someone who could be praised, loved, and appreciated. That’s more than he’s gotten his whole life, and the realization that he almost gave that all up made Izuku feel so incredibly bad if left him spiraling.

He came here to impress them, to make himself worthy, and if this was how he did that then so be it.

Izuku gulped, looking around at their disappointed faces and realizing what he had to do. What he had to offer. So he adjusted his position, slowly laying down on his back and grabbing his knees, spreading them open so they could all get a look at his useless hole. He could feel the tension in the room shift so much you would have thought the earth tilted on its axis.

“Please..” Izuku pleaded through wet lashes, “Please fill my pussy with your cock. P-punish me until you think I've learned my place. I-I want to be put in my place, and only y’all can do that for me, please.” he begged, meaning every word that left his soft swollen lips.

They all marveled at him and felt their egos swiftly stroked at just how easily they had broken the nerd. Gone was the innocent people pleasing prude that had entered this house. Now all that was left was a dumb, dick hungry whore. 

Kachaan was the first to approach, dick hard and eager to be pleasured. Izuku's mouth salivated at the sight but knew that’s not what was offered, instead opting to spread his legs wider to give him better access.

“You better hope the lube Denki worked into your pussy is still there, because you won’t be getting any more.” Kachaan hissed, lining up his head with Izuku's waiting hole and slowly pushing in. Thankfully, the lube was still there, and thanks to Denki’s work Izuku was stretched enough where despite the slight stinging from the stretch, he wasn’t in agonizing pain.

“Ahhhhh-” Izuku whined, struggling to hold his legs as Kachaan sank deep into him. It was different than the fingers, it touched every inch of Izuku’s inner walls, stroking the muscles within until finally hitting the very back, right up against that spot from earlier that had him seeing stars, “Fuck, ah, Kachaan!”

“Yeah Deku, take it. Fucking take it.” Kachaan began to pull out, leaving just the head before slamming back in. Izuku let out a moan and felt his eyes roll back, the sparks continuously leaving his mind scrambling from how good it felt. His clit bounced on impact but was left ignored, as useless as he was. He was just a hole now, a wet pussy meant to be filled and used until their hearts content. 

“Please, oh fuck, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” It was laughable to Izuku how he once was so scared of this. It felt good, it felt so fucking good.

“Aww, the poor baby can’t stop herself begging for more. Don’t worry, we’ll make good use of every inch of your worthless body.” Sero crawled onto the bed and lined his dick up with Izuku's mouth. Izuku, ready to please, stuck his tongue out and let Sero rub his shaft up and down it. Spitting on it, kissing it, and doing whatever he could to keep his attention. God he loved having their attention.

“Let’s see those hands.” Denki and Kirishima claimed his hands for their dicks, leaving it up to Kachaan to hold Izuku's legs up. And that he did, pressing his thigh together and fucking into his hole rapidly and with so much force it had Izuku shifting on the bed with every thrust. 

“Say cheese Izuku, you’re going to want to remember the moment we gave your useless gay ass a purpose. A willing cum dumb, eager to drain this frat’s dicks with your greedy pussy.” Todoroki grinned wickedly, camera out and clearly filming the predicament unfolding before him.

Izuku didn’t mind. He smiled, eyes rolling back and teary from being choked by Sero’s dick. Purpose. I have a purpose. His mind chanted.

“Fuck, oh fuck, please fill me up. I am a cum dump, only for you! All of you! Ah!” Izuku begged, spit dripping down his cheek and coating his sweaty curls. 

“We are going to fuck you so many times you’re going to have a bulge in that tight womb of yours so people can see just how much of a whore you are.” The threat sounded like music to Izuku’s ears and Kachaan made good on his promise, being the first one to finish inside of him. His cum gushed in, filling him up so good that it triggered Izuku to orgasm again. Sero kept his mouth full but still managed to moan against it as he too came down Izuku's throat. By the time the stars cleared from his vision, Izuku's stomach was decorated by his own ropes of cum. It was filthy. It was perfect. 

Kachaan pulled out, earning a whine from Izuku, but a quick slap to his aching hole shut him up real quick. “Show the camera that gaping hole of yours Izuku. Go on, try and keep my cum inside.” Kachaan had taken the camera and put it right up to his hole, which despite Izuku's efforts, dribbled out cum like a waterfall. 

“You little shit, you’re wasting it.” Kachaan smacked him again.

“I’m sorry, grrrgle gr grl- Kah-Kachaan!” Izuku managed through Denki’s cock, which had replaced Sero’s. 

“Don’t worry, I'll replace it. And we’ll get a plug for you so afterwards your pussy gets to keep it allll in.” Todoroki promised, earning a grateful whine from Izuku's occupied mouth just as he pushed in. He didn’t take it slow at first like Kachaan did, just plunged in and started going deeper and harder as soon as he was inside. 

This continued for hours. They decided to film most of all of it. Getting every angle of Izuku being used and abused by each and every one of them, until switching positions and doing it all over again.

Denki loved having Izuku ride him, gripping his freckled ass and ramming his cock so deep inside until he was sure he rearranged Izuku's guts, then leaning back and smacking his ass until it was red as he forced the blubbering mess of a whore to bounce up and down on his own. It hurt and had Izuku stuttering out incoherent pleas of mercy, which were ignored, but in the end had the green haired boy cumming hard and draining Denki thoroughly. Thanking him at the end of it.

Sero liked him immobile, using tape, belts from their discarded clothing, and anything else he could get his hands on to tie Izuku up in uncomfortable positions. Using his holes and body like a fleshlight until each one of them had taken his load at least once. Everyone enjoyed standing back and watching Izuku struggle, especially when Kirishima appeared with a vibrator and kept it locked against Izuku's clit until he was cumming dry and overstimulated to the point of going nonverbal and just crying.

Kachaan manhandled Izuku like he was nothing but an object. Putting him in all sorts of uncomfortable positions, thrusting into him hard and deep, pushing Izuku to the brink of an orgasm before denying him and moving him again to start it all over. Izuku hadn’t begged to cum so much with anyone else as he did with Kachaan. But in the end, he only came one time and he did it by having to rut against the bed sheets while Kachaan slapped his ass raw. It hurt but it’s what he deserved for being such a whiny little bitch about Kachaan’s style of fucking. His words, by the way.

Kirishima was a bit more gentle. Sticking to doggy style to give Izuku's body a rest, but giving the request to have all of them paint his back with their cum. It was meticulous getting everyone hard enough to finish at the same time and aim it on Izuku's freckled back, but the end result was satisfying and Kirishima was so pleased he rubbed Izuku's dick until he finished too just because he had been such a good girl and didn’t protest once when Kirishima accidentally gripped his hips too hard and drew crescent shaped blood from his nails digging in too hard.

Todoroki didn’t do anything extravagant. He told everyone to take a seat somewhere and had Izuku pleasure everyone in any way he knew how. Imagine how shocked they all were when the boy began to move his body seductively and grind on them, putting on a show of his own free will. WIth lap dances, blowjobs, and ass eating sprinkled throughout to earn himself a load from each of them. A well earned load.

At one point Izuku was so lost in his pleasure he peed himself, cried about it, and then was forced to clean it up with his tongue. It was dehumanizing but left Izuku reeling for another orgasm after being put in his place just like he had asked. They delivered his request tenfold, and by the end of the night it was thoroughly engrained in his broken fucked out mind that he was their own personal cum dump slut. A whore they could use whenever they wanted, and however they wanted. He was a toy, an object, and barely even a human. Especially not a boy, at least not in any way that counts.

When the sun began to rise, Izuku was proud to see the swell of his stomach prominent in the sunlight dripping through the windows. The large anal plug stuffed into his spent hole kept all of their loads safely in his womb, where after it sat there long enough, however long they decided it be, would be emptied and then replaced.

“Because a good cum dump is never empty.”

Izuku memorized this fact down to the last syllable.

He was passed out now, sleeping amongst the filth he no doubtably asked for. Out like a light for probably numerous hours to come. He had a long night, so the guys let him be while they cleaned themselves up.

“Holy shit Bakugou, you may have found us the perfect toy.” Denki beamed, jumping up and down on the kitchen counter.

“Yeah, there’s no way we’re letting this one go. I think the tradition ends here bro.” Sero sighed contently, sipping on a coffee and rolling out his shoulders.

Todoroki nods along, going through his camera and saving the footage to a private drive.

Katsuki barked out a laugh, “Oh please. There’s plenty more where that one came from.” he said, lifting up the device he found discarded in the living room. It was Izuku’s phone, open because the trusting nerd didn’t have a password, “I agree we keep him. He’ll be fun to have around the house. But give it another month, I bet we could convince him to score us another party favor. One just as easy and naive as he was.”

“No way the loser has any friends, why do you think he was so eager to please us?” Kirishima laughed at the thought.

Katsuki shrugged, “Oh I don’t know. If there’s one thing I know about losers like him, it’s that his kind tends to flock together,” he found what he was looking for and tossed the phone to Todoroki for them all to peer at.

He had pulled up a groupchat. 

Study Group 1A

And underneath were other names.

Ochaco Uraraka

Tenya Iida

Tsuyu Asui

Momo yaoyorozu 

They all grinned at the implication. 

The sleeping boy in the room above them was their golden ticket to a frat full of dumb, eager to please holes, just waiting to be taken. And it was going to be a blast breaking them in.