-Midoriya P.O.V-

I looked around, confirming once more that there was no one in the vicinity. The hallways were bland, no living soul around except me.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

I closed the door to the classroom and walked over to my classmate's desk. Todoroki Shouto was someone I lusted over, the one that I wanted more than anything. I fantasized about him almost unhealthy, and it only made it worse when I realized that I couldn't have him.

I shakily bent over the desk, unzipping my pants and letting them pool around my feet. I brought a shaky hand up to my fingers, licking and sucking my fingers until they were slick. With my other hand, I pulled my boxers until they fell to join my pants. I shivered when the cool air met my sensitive areas. I brought the slick hand back to my ass, prodding a finger at the entrance.

I imagined Todoroki bent over my ear, whispering sweet nothings as he thrust his fingers into my mouth and brought them back to my rear, entering that first finger. A mix of a gasp/moan escaped my mouth as the finger slipped past the ring of muscle, poking around and satisfying my lust.

"Todoroki~!"

I moaned out his name as the second finger joined the first. Tears of lust rolled out my eyes, and the fingers went faster. As fast as I could manage, they were pounding into my rear. I continuously cried out his name, rubbing my erect length. Looking at the tip of the desk I could see a marker. His marker. I pulled my sticky fingers out, clasping them around his marker. I stuck the long instrument into my rear, feeling it graze against my prostate. I cried out, thrusting it back in. I felt a knot begin to form in my stomach, and it got tighter and tighter the faster I thruster his marker in and out. His name rolled off my lips nonstop. The knot snapped with one final thrust, and with a lewd cry, I came onto his desk.

I slowed my breathing, struggling to keep standing. I brought out the marker and listened to it leave my warmth with a wet sound, and wiped it with an antibacterial wipe from my bag and returned it to the desk. I threw the wipe in my bag but stopped every movement when I heard a snicker from the back of the room. I froze, fear flowing through every bit of my being.

"Quite the show, Deku!" He walked over, snapping a picture of my still exposed and dripping privates.

I reached down to grab my pants, but his foot stomped them into the ground.

"K-Kacchan! Stop!" I pulled at the fabric, desperate to cover my self. My dripping ass was fully exposed to him, and he made no hesitation in obtaining more photos.

"Hey, Deku~..." He snaked a hand around my stomach, sliding it up to my chest and pressing my back to his front side. His breath tickled my ear and I struggled to free myself from his grip. He pressed his phone to my ear, and what I heard made all my blood run cold. It was me, moaning and crying out Todoroki's name. He moved it the front of my face to show a video of me thrusting a marker into my ass, moaning over my classmate's desk.

"Delete it! Please!" I reached for the phone, but it was pulled out of my reach and returned to his pocket. I pled profusely, but only got a sneer and dubious snicker in return. His fingers reached my nipples, and they began to pull and pinch the soft flesh. I held back moans as he continued.

"Show me a good time, whenever I want it and I'll consider it." He whispered into my ear with such venom that I felt my knees quiver. "Or I'll show him, and the entire class." I went still. He knew what answer I'd pick, for he had already unzipped his pants and started rubbing his length into my thighs. I let out a shaky nod, and he grinned. He drug his tongue up my neck, biting it softly. I let out a shriek as my arms failed me, sending my upper body into the desk, smearing my cum onto the front of my uniform.

"Spread those legs for me."

Hesitantly, I moved my legs enough for him to move in, his skin brushing against my dripping hole.

"That's it, good boy~."

He was asking me to do everything instead of doing it himself because he enjoyed reminding me that I really had no choice. It made tears roll down my cheeks as he pressed at my entrance, slowly letting his member be sheathed in my warmth. I cried out in pain as he stretched me to my fullest. His length was nothing compared to my fingers or the marker. A hand went up to tangle itself in my hair as he began to thrust in and out. He seemed almost kind, starting out at a soft and slow intensity, working his way up to a merciless speed. Sweet moans began rolling off my tongue. His grip tightened on my hair and he pulled me back so he was sitting in the chair, and I was on his lap and facing away. His hands gripped the base of my thighs, and I let my pants and boxers slide off my feet. My legs were spread wide, and I was leaning back into his chest and torso.

Bringing his phone up from his pocket, he used his other hand to stroke my member. I leaned my head back and moaned softly as he brought up the intensity. He snapped a picture of my abused cock and set the phone aside to the adjacent desk. He brought my hips up as he began to penetrate me once more, but this time he slammed in straight to the hilt. A scream of pleasure left my lips as my body moved up and down on his length, getting closer to my end. He moved with such brutality that I felt my legs begin to go numb. My hips were in the pattern of running up and being almost parallel to the ceiling to being slammed down again.

With a powerful thrust, his tip made direct contact with my prostate. I screamed in pleasure, and Kacchan responded with even more powerful thrusts straight to my core. My moans bordered screams as he brought us down to the floor and pounded into my prostate from there. Slamming and pounding me into the ground, he sent one last final thrust and shot his load deep within me with a long groan. I sent my seed straight onto my uniform, pleasure rippling throughout my body in long waves.

Kacchan gave a few soft thrusts, grinning as he watched me writhe in overstimulation. I convulsed from his actions, and he lifted me up with a sadistic grin to the point where I was sitting on his lap.

"That was pretty great, Deku." His voice tickled my ear and stroked a hand down my waist. "Think of all the great times we're going to have together." He grinned and lifted me up, resting me on the desk. As he pulled out, his member was followed with his load. He watched with satisfaction as a mix of his mess and a small amount of blood trickled out onto the desk. He walked to the front of the desk, pressing his member into my lips.

"Clean me up, would you?"

He smiled and pushed it deeper, watching it slip past my lips. He thrust it softly into my moist cavern, grabbing fistfuls of my green hair. Phrases like, "That's it," and "Good boy" began pouring out of his mouth along with groans and grunts. Without warning, he pulled out and sent his load onto my face with a smirk. He stroked it a few times to empty it out the best he could.

And just like that, he pulled up his pants and grabbed his phone, leaving the room. Tears rolled down my face, joining the cum splattered about. I can't say he raped me, I was craving more from the beginning, and am looking forward to more in the future. The only thing I didn't like was that it was him. If it had been Todoroki, I would have had a more gentile first time, but instead, it was Kacchan who had treated me... differently. His thrusts were violent, but they weren't meant to be rough in a painful way. He knew how rough to be, where to hold, when to speed up or slow down. He was rough in a way that made me go crazy with pleasure.

Thinking this over, I figured that Kacchan is kinder than how I make him out to be. If to further prove my point the door slid open, and in came said person with moist paper towels and a few soft drinks.

He set down his stuff, moving to my face to wipe everything off. When it was clean, he went around my body to clean it up. I shivered when he stuck a finger into my ass to scrape out any leftover seed. The warmth of his finger left soon after, and he wiped me down with the towel. He moved on to wiping the desk and floor. His aura seemed calm, which honestly scared me more than anything.

"Here..." Kacchan handed me a can, opening his own soon after.

"T-thanks!" With shaky hands, I took the beverage. We sat in deafening silence. When he finished his drink, he stood and headed towards the door. Opening the door, he turned his head back to look at me. He had that vicious look in his eyes, as if he hadn't had that break in mood moments ago. He resumed his state of Alpha male mentality, and his next words sent shivers down my spine.

"My house. Now."