CHAPTER 3

"Aight, what's his angle?"

Mina sat in the far corner of the classroom and was staring curiously at Mineta as he sat perfectly still and stared straight ahead. He wasn't doing anything with this free period, just.. Sitting quietly. No books, no homework, no phone… just deadpan.

Kirishima leaned over and turned towards the grapervert. "Beats me, can't say I recognize that look on him." He scratched the back of his head. "Maybe he's sick?"

"Nahhh something's totally wrong," Hagakure whispered. "Maybe Bakugo yelled at him for something. I remember looking exactly the same way after he threatened to kill me after I beat him in Mario Kart." She giggled at the irony of her joke before feeling something flick the back of her head. "Eeep!"

'Relax, Invisi-bitch, I haven't talked to him all week," Bakugo muttered, picking up the eraser he'd thrown at her as he walked by. "Keep me out of your shitty Gossip Girl bullshit, will ya?" He whisked by the three and strutted out of the homeroom towards the bathroom.

"Oooooookay, so that wasn't it," Mina sighed. "Do we… Do we ask him?"

Kirishima and Hagakure exchanged a glance before shrugging. "Honestly, I wouldn't worry about it unless it becomes a problem. He probably just hasn't slept well because of Nezu's training regiment or something. I know I haven't."

"I mean, it's the second day in a row, and he seems even more on edge than yesterday," the pink girl mused, twirling her hair absentmindedly. "Anything out of the norm for him is at least worth warranting some-" She froze as she watched him suddenly tense up. Shifting her gaze back to Class 1A's door, she spotted Jirou entering and looking over in Mineta's direction, smiling warmly. "Hello, what have we here?" Mina gestured to the earphone wearing, raven-haired girl as she approached Mineta.

"Ooo, ooo!" Hagakure squeaked, slapping Kirishima's arm. "Is there actually drama happening? He totally did something!"

Kirishima sighed, "Settle down you two, Jirou seems to be in a good mood." The pointy red head didn't particularly want to get involved with whatever it could be and wanted to steer the Village Idiots away from it. "Besides, if Mineta did something, Jirou would've said something. Usually whenever Mineta's being an idiot, the whole class knows within 15 minutes at the most."

"But I wanna know what he's up toooooo," both girls whined.

"You're both totally reading into the wrong gossip," Kirishima said with a shrug. He paused for a moment, "Oh, I know! Wanna see something REALLY worth talking about?"

Mina and Hagakure leaned in towards him skeptically. "Worth more than Mineta and Jirou acting weird?" Mina asked suspiciously.

Kiri grinned toothily and unbuttoned the top of his shirt slightly and pulled the collar away, revealing a vicious looking bite mark just between his shoulder and neck.

"Shut the front door, he DIDN'T," Mina squeaked.

"You guys, can't tell, but my jaw is on the floor," Hagakure whispered. "Details. NOW." She demanded.

Kirishima flexed his shoulder and then buttoned his shirt back up. "Pretty manly, huh?" He seemed pretty damn proud of the hickie. "That, ladies, is genuine, certified, Grade A Bakugo fangs!"

The girls squealed. "Oh my god, you two totally boned!" Mina exclaimed ecstatically.

Kiri scratched the back of his head, "Well… no he bit me cuz I stole one of his Twizzlers, but it definitely lasted a few seconds and he almost immediately got up and left blushing but… It was a good step right?"

Hagakure leaned back in her chair. "Kiri. You loveable, stupid asshole. Why the ever loving FUCK did you not suck his god damn dick then and there?"

Kirishima blushed, "Hey, consent is manly and he didn't ask so I just…"

"I did NOT teach you how to give a proper blowjob for you to get all chicken shit as soon as things start to get steamy," Mina hissed, reminding him of the night they'd spent together a few weeks prior. "At least fucking kiss him next time!"

"I dig the consent vibe, but dude the two of you need to stop beating around the bush and just bone each other already," Hagakure chuffed. "Cmon, you've already slept with Mina, It's not like you're losing your V card."

As the three argued about how to get Kirishima in Bakugo's pants, now completely distracted from Mineta's odd behavior, Jirou was living her best life. She could hear every word they were saying and she knew Mineta could do nothing- they never were the best at whispering in a quiet fashion- and the sheer fact of knowing that sex had occured secretly was causing the midget to visibly vibrate. "How's the suffering?" Jirou chuckled under her breath evilly.

Mineta gave her an awkward thumbs up. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he retorted through gritted teeth. "There is definitely no debauchery to think about right now."

Jirou grinned. "Good boy, you're doing pretty well. Now, you remember the plan for tomorrow?"

"Is it too late to offer twenty thousand Yen as a 'Let's forget all about it' peace offering?" he offered nervously.

Jirou ruffled the top of his head patronizingly. "Aww that's adorable. No, I worked myself into this state of mind, and it is happening. Dorm lobby at 7:30 or else." She grinned again before getting up from the way she was leaning over him and sauntering over to her desk in time for the homeroom bell to ring and Iida to begin his usual morning nonsense.

Try as he may, Mineta just couldn't bring himself to pay attention as the weight of existence crashed around him. The day seemed to slog on forever, worsened only by the continuous cold shivers he'd feel every time Jirou so much as breathed in his direction. By the time the end of the school day rolled around, Mineta was seriously considering fleeing the country- it almost seemed more practical in a moronic kinda way.

Jirou, to her credit, was putting on a hell of a show of confidence for someone who was practically shitting herself with anxiety. Bullying and bossing around Mineta the past two days had been great- a refreshing change of pace from her usual brand of submissive shyness around her classmates- but the more she thought about what she'd deliberately gotten herself into and the closer the time came to spending… quality time with the most obnoxious student at UA… Well, being alone with your thoughts tends to lead to a roller coaster of emotions, and it had caused her to be drinking more of her secret whiskey bottle than she would care to admit. So as the school day came to a close and her fellow classmates were getting ready to head home for the weekend, the second thoughts were coming on awfully strong. Was she making the right choice? Would this even help make Mineta be less awful? Hell, was she even willing to give up her virginity just to prevent his sexual antics from one day becoming predatory?

As thousands of thoughts raced through her head as she absentmindedly meandered towards the dorms, the world was completely shut off around here. The sudden finger tap on her shoulder was more than enough to scare the bejeezus out of Jirou as her chain of thought was broken. With a sudden, startled, mini-shriek, Jirou dropped her phone and the notebook she was carrying all over the dirt road. She whipped around to see a startled, green haired boy- his hand partially raised and his mouth agape in astonishment. The two stared at each other before Izuku was able to shake himself out of it and quickly rush to pick up Jirou's belongings. "Oh my god, I'm so so so sorry!" Izuku exclaimed frantically. He hastily shoved the book and phone back into Jirou's hands. "I didn't mean to startle you like that!"

Jirou shook her head out of her daze. "Nonono you didn't do anything wrong. Sorry, I was kinda out of it. I didn't realize you were trying to get my attention!" She laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of her head. "What's up?"

Izuku shifted uncomfortably for a moment. "Er… it's about all those text messages you sent me last night."

Jirou froze. "T… text messages? I didn't..."

Deku pressed his lips together. "Maybe I should drop it, I still don't know how to process-"

"What did I do...?" She interjected nervously. "I was uh… kinda doing something I shouldn't have been last night, so I uh… don't exactly remember texting you…" Jirou genuinely had no idea what the hell the All-Might fanatic was talking about. She vaguely remembered being a little too enthusiastic with her illegal stash of alcohol the night before but she figured she just watched horror anime until she passed out.

"You uh… don't remember sexting me then?" Izuku asked nervously.

Jirou's jaw dropped. "You're lying. For the love of Amaterasu PLEASE tell me you're lying." Her face quickly turned beet-red from the sheer embarrassment.

Izuku pulled his phone out of his pocket, opened up his messages, and showed Jirou. To her horror and confusion, she'd sent several pictures and horribly mangled text messages to the boy at around 2 o'clock in the morning. "I uh… woke up to these this morning and I genuinely didn't know what to say about it. I thought I'd ask in person what was happening…" He was clearly just as embarrassed as she was.

Frantically, Jirou opened her phone and checked her messages. She breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing that she'd only sent inappropriate messages to Deku. It was still a horrendously embarrassing situation, but certainly could have been worse. "I'm… I'm so sorry, oh my god…" she murmured. She frantically glanced around at all the passing students, suddenly feeling like the whole world was looking at them. "Can uh… can we talk about this in your dorm room, I'd really rather not discuss this publicly..." she whispered, dropping her gaze away from his eyes.

Izuku's brows arched. "OH! Oh god, I didn't even think about that! I'm so sorry, you're right, the quad was a completely inappropriate place for this…" He shoved his cell back into his backpack.

The two heroes-in-training hastily but wordlessly made their way back to the 1A building, blushing furiously the whole way. After politely dodging their classmates as they wished them a good weekend before heading out for home, the two snuck into Izuku's dorm and sat down. Jirou's eyes darted back and forth across all the various All Might merchandise, there was so much of it, she could practically hear the former hero's famous "I am here!" catchphrase ringing across the walls. A motivational poster of him with a huge smile, thumbs up, and "You can do it!" caption caused her to become even more embarrassed as Izuku awkwardly tried to settle his things. He turned and handed her a bottle of water before sitting in his desk chair. "So uh… That was all certainly… interesting?" He murmured nervously, taking a gulp from his own water.

Jirou fumbled with her cap indiscriminately, her red face practically on fire from how mortified she was. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what got into me, I just have so much going on and I started drinking and I-"

Izuku tapped on his knees hesitantly and she tried to blubber out a coherent string of words. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"

Jirou glanced at the floor nervously. "Promise you won't judge me or tell anyone or anything?" Izuku raised his pinky finger up, indicating agreeing to the terms and conditions. "Ok so… It kinda started with teenage rebellion, y'know how it goes. I got my hands on some whiskey, started drinking to unwind after a tough day, the usual." Izuku nodded. "So anyway, the other day I was drinking, and I felt really shitty because of how much work Nezu was putting us through and I was kinda…" She vaguely indicated to her whole body, "Started touching myself in the shower, and accidentally found an old hidden camera Mineta put in there forever ago and forgot about and one thing led to another and I basically blackmailed him with it while simultaneously saying I was going to uh… force him to take me on a nice date and then experience what it feels like to be a pig after…"

Izuku frowned, "Treating him like a pig?"

Jirou cracked a half smile, almost amused that out of all the stuff she said, that's the part that surprised him. "Yeah, like… sexually tormenting him. As like, payback for all the humiliation us girls have gone through because of him since we started school."

Izuku rubbed the back of his head. "And this led to you sending me dirty pictures?"

"I guess. I honestly don't know what the hell happened there…" she smiled awkwardly. "I must've psyched myself up into being really horny last night. Did you uh… enjoy them?"

"I didn't see them until 6:45 and was too embarrassed to reply," Izuku admitted. "The thought of it distracted me all day though… Just sitting in the back of my mind."

"That's fair." Part of her was disappointed with his answer. Somehow, her embarrassment was shifting into a desire for validation for her drunken-self's antics. She flopped from her sitting position on Izuku's bed onto a pillow he had leaning up against the wall- whatever cologne or deodorant he uses wafted into her nose. "I'm honestly completely unsure why I would send those to you. Maybe drunk me was just so nervous about the mere concept of losing my virginity to an overgrown fruit salad that I came to the conclusion that fucking someone before him would make me feel better?"

Izuku's jaw dropped. "I- bu- wha-" he started to stammer as what she said sunk in. Jirou had to admit it was kinda cute, it's no wonder every girl in class was at minimum SORT OF into him.

"I mean… it isn't a TERRIBLE idea," Jirou mused, weighing her options aloud. "You've already seen me naked now, and I'd certainly rather do something like that with someone I fully trust and won't be a dick about it…" In the span of that one sentence, Izuku's sputtering had both gotten faster and yet fallen completely silent, as if his voice had been stripped right from his vocal chords. Jirou widened her eyes as she realized she just said something stupid again. "I uh… maybe I shouldn't have said that…" she felt her face getting redder. "But if I'm gonna be assertive with Mineta later, I guess I should double down and not back up from this, right?"

Izuku slapped his cheeks, trying to regain his composure. "So, basically you want to do dirty things with me, and in doing so, you think it'll inevitably help with a greater scheme to make Mineta be normal through completely debasing and humiliating him…?"

Jirou paused. "Yyyyyyyes?" She sat up and gazed at the confused boy across from her. "Would you do it for some cool hero stickers? I have some American ones and a men's limited edition Captain Celebrity sweater I got in a messed up Amazon order that I can give you?"

Izuku raised an eyebrow. "So… you'll give me stickers in exchange for… having sex with you? Like uh… you're giving me the equivalent of a Scooby Snack?" Izuku cocked his head as Jirou silently cursed herself for not thinking through what she was saying all the way. It was a funny analogy at least.

Eventually she sighed. "Yes. Yes I am." Steeling her nerves, she swiftly stood up, walked over to Izuku, sat on his lap, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. They both blushed furiously. "Is uh… this convincing you?" From below her, she felt a bulge coming from Izuku's pants and tried to shake off her embarrassment. "This whole flirting endeavor has been an absolute trainwreck, maybe I should just-" She was interrupted by Izuku pulling her in and kissing her, before quickly pulling away.

"I'm sorry, I figured that might ease your tension?" he offered. Jirou stared at him, her black eyes wide and portraying so many conflicting emotions all at once. Mainly just the sheer gravity of the situation was getting to her.

Ah, fuck it. Taking a deep breath, she leaned into Izuku, feeling her heart skip as his muscular arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her close to him. For the briefest of moments, the sunlight from the window danced across Izuku's face, highlighting his strong, yet comfortingly soft face. As she began kissing him- however awkwardly- she couldn't help but feel taken in by everything about him. His lips were sweetened by some kind of chapstick- no doubt a hero brand-, and the smell of his deodorant or cologne felt inviting and warm. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, the fleeting glimpse was all she had time to delight in before a sense of urgentness of the moment overcame her. Plunging her tongue passed his lips- his hot, frantic breath intertwined with her own, pulling her into a trance of passion and carnal urges that no amount of alcohol or punk rock music could have prepared her for. A surging tide of ecstasy coursed through her body as he suddenly tilted her head back and began kissing and nibbling the side of her neck, softly at first but swiftly gaining momentum and intensity over the next few minutes. Jirou's gasping breath beat rhythmically into Deku's ear, creating its own soft symphony of pleasure.

Gaining confidence, Izuku crept his arm under Jirou's knees and carried her over to the bed to lay her down. As he climbed over, Jirou couldn't help but blush nervously as a wave of mixed emotions began to cloud her mind. As if sensing her nerves, Izuku pinned her wrists to the bed and went back to work on her neck, which seemed to be enough to crash her back to reality. The insistence of his movements evoked shiver after shiver from Jirou's body. Struggling to catch her breath, Jirou managed to squeak out a couple words. "Take my shirt off."

Deku grinned at the sudden insistence. Driving his tongue back into her mouth to dominate it, he began fumbling with the buttons on her white dress shirt, revealing a form fitting, black sports bra- she silently cursed herself for not having something sexy on, but did it really matter if it was about to get thrown across the room? Probably not. And thrown it was! No sooner had Izuku finished with her buttons, he scooped the raven haired girl up around her shoulder and swiftly removed her shirt and bra in one fell swoop, tossing them across the room towards the desk. It shouldn't have been possible, but does anything in this world make any sense?

Suddenly unsure of herself, she blushed and covered her breasts. "You don't need to hide," Izuku whispered. Gingerly yet firmly taking her wrists, he pulled her arms away and pinned them to the mattress. "You're gorgeous, its ok to be embarrassed but you don't need to be."

Jirou quickly lost herself in Izuku's embrace, her mind blank as her breaths and heartbeat harmonized with his, by the time he even attempted to pull his face away, she couldn't help but let out a sound of disappointment as gazed down at her. She blinked as her thoughts found a way to articulate sentences again. "I didn't… say… you could stop…"

Broccoli boy turned beet red. "Er… sorry, I um… I was going to ask if it's ok to-"

Jirou slapped her hands around his cheeks and pulled him closer. "Listen jackass, your consent is sexy as fuck and I respect it, but if you don't make me your cock sleeve soon, I'm going to make you mine." Izuku raised an eyebrow. "Wait, upon replaying that in my head, I think that is incorrect."

Izuku snickered at the blushing girl, "Kyoka, are you hiding something from me?"

She rolled her eyes, "If you don't want the girl boner to deflate, why don't you work your way down there and find out, huh?" Smirking, Izuku leaned down and began planting affectionate kisses along her neck and collarbone intermittently. Shuddering in pleasure, Jirou grabbed his muscular arm and guided it up toward her breast. Without hesitation, he gently began caressing and massaging it. As his kisses reached nipples, he hesitated again. "I heard Mina say you can trace the English alphabet with your tongue and it helps figure out what a girl likes," Jirou offered softly.

"Does that work?"

Jirou shrugged. "Iunno. I'm sure it doesn't not work?"

"I… what?" Deku cocked his head.

"Nevermind, shut up and put my tits in your mouth or something. Too much talking, not enough sex, my brain isn't working right." She shoved his lips into her nipple and he quickly got to work doing what she said. It took a couple of minutes of honing into her subtle cues and got into a good rhythm of it. As her moans became more vocal, Izuku found himself getting more confident and aggressive with his movements, sliding his tongue around in just the right ways. His hand slowly traced its way across her toned belly and down to the hem of her skirt, causing Jirou to arch her back in anticipation. As he inched his way down, the heroine could barely contain herself. With one hand, she gripped the pillow under her and Izuku's oddly natural green hair with the other, pressing his face as hard into her breast as possible. Each little tease of his tongue practically sent shock waves up and down her body, and for just a moment she had to check to make sure his weird green lightning from his quirk wasn't actually about to electrocute her.

Her black panties were completely soaked as Izuku reached her most sensitive area, Sliding his finder across it, Izuku felt Jirou tense up underneath him. "You ok?" he questioned softly.

Jirou looked away, "I uh… I'm not really sure all of a sudden…" She shivered.

"Do you wanna stop?"

Sensing the concern in Izuku's voice, Jirou tried to perk herself up. "Well… no. I'm really into it, I just… I dunno. It's kinda scary." She gently pushed him off her and sat up, curing her legs to her chest. "I know I'm stubborn as hell and I'm not gonna back down from anything I've said I'd do but… "

Sitting up, Izuku wrapped an arm gently across her bare shoulder. She blushed and covered her breasts instinctively. "Hey, I'm your friend. You already talked me into going this far, I'm willing to stop or wait until you're more prepared. What do you need?" He smiled warmly.

She hesitated, it all seemed so easy when she was masturbating or apparently when she was sending inappropriate photos of herself to classmates unsolicited, but this was different. "I'm probably being stupid. Sex is supposed to be fun and beautiful or something, but… I heard the first time hurts." She bit her lip.

Izuku rubbed her shoulder. "You're a tough girl, but if you want to go through with this, I can assure you I'd be as gentle or rough as you need me to be. I'm fine with whatever you're comfortable with."

Jirou leaned into his embrace. "You're like a big muscle-y teddy bear, I swear," she murmured with a shy smile. "Think maybe we could fool around a little more before we start doing stuff on… that part?"

"Of course we can. Here, why don't we give you the control here?" Izuku lay his head down on the pillow and reached his arms out to her.

Jirou gulped and straddled the boy's waist. The vantage point was a whole different beast, his well toned abs, scarred arms, and round yet chiseled jaw in the afternoon sun beaming in through the window was strangely otherworldly. As she sat staring into his eyes, she was becoming increasingly aware again of a throbbing bulge vaguely pressing against her butt. The brief moment of weakness was already starting to replace itself with lust again as she slowly traced the contours of his torso with her finger. Taking a breath, she leaned back down and kissed Izuku again and he wrapped his arms around her. Over the next several minutes, she lost herself in the passion, and didn't even realize she'd started grinding her hips into Izuku's pelvis until it dawned on her that she was completely soaked. "Midoriya?" she nervously pulled away from him.

Izuku got up on his elbows. "Are you ready to go to the next step?" he asked through bated breath.

Smiling nervously, Jirou crawled off of the green haired hero in training and unzipped the fly of his pants. "I think I have one more thing to get used to before I- oh holy shit." She'd barely pulled Midoriya's blue-white striped boxers aside when they revealed the treasure within. Jirou's jaw dropped. Small Might was packin' to say the least- 23 centimeters and girthy as all get out. "Aight, I made the right choice. Sleeping with Mineta after this is going to mean absolutely nothing." Izuku narrowed his eyes. "Er… sorry, weird time to mention that, uhh…" Jirou shut herself up by lurching forward and wrapping her lips around Izuku's dick.

Wait what? What the fuck did i just do? She moved her tongue ever so slightly. Yup. I just put his dick in my mouth in the most ungraceful way humanly possible and I am a moron. Welp, as long as I'm here…

Hoping to save the moment, Jirou began lightly twirling her tongue around the tip and curled her fingers around the base. Slowly bobbing her head up and down, she tried to get herself into a rhythm and move her head in ways she assumed were pleasurable to a man while ignoring the weird taste of such a foreign object. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Do guys actually like this? What part of this is the most sensitive? Am I supposed to gag or will he think it's gross? Am I a spitter or a quitter or whatever that means?

"Uh… Jirou, careful with… the teeth…" Izuku said through trying to catch his breath.

FUCK, I was too focused on thoughts. Ok, empty the brain, empty the brain. With renewed determination and relishing in Izuku's soft, contended moans, she tried her best to go down on him as best as she could manage. Starting slowly to ease herself into the new experience, she began to nervously bob her head back and forth the way Mina had… very enthusiastically explained. Relaxing her throat, she began to take more and more of Izuku into her, trying desperately to suppress the intrusive thoughts to actually bite it. As she tightened her lips and tried to get a more comfortable angle, she felt her classmate's scarred fingers reach into her wavy hair and grip the top of her head; he wasn't applying a lot of pressure, but it was just enough to force her further down than she was mentally prepared for. Jirou inhaled sharply as she felt Deku's cock reach the back of her tongue, taking in the strange aromas emanating from the foreign organ mixed with a strangely arousing sweat smell.

Fueled by these unfamiliar pheromones as they assaulted her senses and ignoring the ache in her jaw, the girl maneuvered the side of her hair behind her ear and extended one of her jacks down and around the base of Izuku's dick, squeezing it gently as it slid up and down in the reverse direction from how she bobbed her head. A new, salty taste developed as she continued her escapade and her tongue urgently flicked around in an attempt to establish the source. Discovering the faint traces of liquid leaking from the head, her brow furrowed. What is…? Before she could complete her thought, Izuku's cock began to switch and throb with each new little motion; his fingers tugged at her hair like a vice and the air filled with the muffled sounds of the green haired boy desperately trying to stop himself from moaning aloud. Is… is he going to cum? Fuck, what do I do? Do I keep going? Stop? Swallow? Spit? Fuck I can't stop myself, this is bad, at this rate-!

Izuku interrupted her mini freak-out with an incredibly erotic groan that no adult entertainment she'd ever consumed could possibly have prepared her for. "J-Jirou, I… I'm going…" There was something about the way he moaned her name that filled her with the resolve to see this through as the boy's hands felt like they were ready to yank her hair out by the roots. Jirou could barely prepare herself before her partner's hips frantically thrust upward and forced her head down, plunging his cock deep down her throat. Her eyes widening as she did her best not to let her gag reflex get the better of her, the orgasm that rippled through Izuku's body caused her to shudder. A hot, thick fluid rocketed inside her mouth, coating the back of her throat with so much spunk that some of it escaped from the corners of her lips. Deku roughly held her in place as shot after shot spilled into her. In an odd kind of way, the bitter sweet, almost metallic, kind of citrusy taste that assailed her taste buds filled her with an equally perplexing sense of satisfaction, amusement, embarrassment, and even a little disgust?

Yanking herself upright to gasp for breath, a few lingering shots of cum flew upward, embracing her face and exposed skin as she gazed down at the strong, grisled young man she'd just turned into a vulnerable… adorable… pile of shivering mush. In that moment, something seemed to snap in her mind as his cock twitched and swayed before her eyes. More! More! Her brain practically chanted. If that boy's fucking cock isn't inside of you in two seconds, so help me- it seemed to be saying. Not even giving Izuku the courtesy of taking a breather, Jirou had instinctively removed her panties at a speed Iida himself would probably be jealous of and mounted Deku. Her teary eyed face beet red and body trembling with nerves and anticipation, she lined her dripping snatch up with Deku's still eager member.

Izuku leaned up in surprise as he realized her intentions. "Are you sure about this?" Gulping, Jirou shook her head yes as her trembling fingers spread her pussy open. Izuku smiled warmly at her as his firm hands slid up her legs toward her hips. "I've got you, beautiful."

Jirou's eyes sparkled at those words. People had said she was pretty before, but it was a compliment she received very sparsely and usually only within a group of other, way prettier girls as they walked past a group of leering delinquents. And forget it if Momo was around, she had enough tit to outshine all the girls in Class A (much to her chagrin of course). To a degree, being ignored while her friends got perved on like that made Kyoka feel less embarrassed about catcalling in a group, but never getting singled out and appreciated for just being her was always something that bugged her a teeny bit- as awful as that sounds. To receive a genuine compliment from someone as kind hearted as Izuku and knowing he truly meant it- even if it was the bare minimum!- caused her heart to skip a beat.

Squeezing her lids shut tightly, she gradually eased his throbbing erection inside her and slid herself down his length almost cartoonishly. She winced slightly as a sudden pain flooded her groin but it dissipated as quickly as it appeared. Is… is that it? That's my hymen breaking? Is the process just really exaggerated or is my pain threshold unreasonably high from hero classes? That wasn't so bad…

Izuku, on the other hand, seemed far more concerned than she. "K-Kyoka, you're bleeding! Are you ok?" The level of panic in his voice was sweet but certainly way more anxious than the situation called for.

"It's… I'm fine. Just ignore it, it didn't hurt nearly as much as I always assumed it did…" she smiled through an obvious grimace. Izuku squinted at her, unconvinced, but his expression quickly softened as she began to rock her hips gently.

Reality caught up to Jirou once more. Wow, you really just let a boy take your virginity, huh? Right after making plans to fuck another dude. Turnin' into a real slut there, kiddo. Jirou shook her head slightly. The fuck kind of person slut shames themself in the middle of their first time? Damn, is my self esteem THAT bad? She peeked open one of her eyes and gazed down at her partner while she slowly rode him, hoping for a little reassurance as she coaxed herself into a comfortable rhythm. Izuku's toned chest was rising and falling steadily as he took deep breaths with each little move, his face was flush with color and making the most adorably erotic expression she'd ever seen. His fingers lightly dug into her thighs, almost begging her to do more.

Knowing Deku wasn't one to be pushy and hoping it would build up some of that Dom-Confidence she'd need for making Mineta's life miserable, she leaned down and nibbled her classmate's neck as she waved her ass about. "Are you feeling good?" She whispered, almost purring from the pleasure washing over her body. Izuku nodded, opening his eyes up and grinning up at her.

"This feels better than anything I've ever experienced, you're doing great!" He pulled her into his embrace as she continued her pace.

"Shall I do more, then?"

"I'd love nothing more."

"Then beg for it."

Lame. That's the best version of that command you can muster?

Izuku blinked up at her. "B-beg?" His lip quivered with confusion.

"Yes, beg. I uh…" she hesitated, clearly having no clue what the hell she was saying. "I wanna hear you tell me what you need. What you desire from me giving my body to you!"

The green haired hero thought for a moment, "Please Jirou, do me harder?" he offered.

Jirou froze. "Oh come on…" she whined like the obvious bottom she is. "You can do better than that! And don't make it a question."

"Please fuck me harder," Izuku tried again, a little more forcefully this time.

"Yes! More! Tell me more! Tell me what you want me to do!" the rockstar hero encouraged, starting to get weirdly excited. "Say the dirtiest shit you can! I wanna hear the famous Izuku Midoriya beg for his cock to be treated like the…? Like the useless, slutty, cum dispenser it is!' Jesus Christ, you're bad at this. Izuku's face was now redder than Kirishima's hair. He turned away as he tried to find the words. Jirou grabbed his chin and forced him to look into her deep, black irises.

"I… I…" he gulped. "Please Jirou, I want- need- your pussy to fuck my cock harder! I need you to make me cum…" Jirou cocked an eyebrow at him. "Like the whore I am?" he tried helpfully.

Sighing with a small smile, Jirou leaned in and kissed his lips softly before pulling back once more. "You're lucky you're cute and helping me. That was really bad," she giggled, sitting back up.

Izuku chuckled quietly, "And now you can see why I was cast as a tree in my middle school play. But please, I really do want you to go harder unless you want me on top."

"Maybe after, but right now I have to do this," Jirou nodded and started slapping her hips up and down along Izuku with far more vigor than she'd done with the initial slide and glide she'd been doing. Now that she was fullying ramming him into herself and using him like a fuck doll, the pleasure centers in her pussy were truly starting to go crazy. She couldn't control herself, and Izuku's exasperated face and cute little hums of pleasure did little to quell the carnal beast brewing inside her. His hands gravitated to her butt almost like they had minds of their own, providing her with additional control and leverage to really go feral on him. It wasn't long before she felt him growing warmer and throbbing inside of her as she dominated his cock.

"Jirou… I think… I think…"

"You think what? Spit it out! Tell me what you want to do!"

"I think I'm going to finish…!" Izuku blurted out.

Jirou's lips quivered as she tried to mentally prepare herself for what was about to happen. "I don't recall giving you permission to do so," the raven haired girl offered, trying to elicit a more natural beg.

"Please Jir-"

"Kyoka. We're past formalities at this point."

"Please Kyoka, let me cum!" Izuku managed to gasp out.

"Again!"

"Kyoka I need to cum! Fuck! Please let me cum!"

"Who does your cock belong to?!"

"You! My filthy cock is all yours!"

"Say my name!"

"Kyoka!"

"Again!"

"Kyoka! Kyoka! Fuck I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Izuku shouted out, his fingers digging into her flesh with enough strength to probably leave bruises.

"Let it out! Give me all of it!" Jirou moaned loudly, slamming her body as deep as his thick cock could manage. Bucking his body upward with an equally loud exclamation of ecstasy, Izuku's trembling body released burst after burst of his hot goo into the depths of Kyoka's soaking wet folds, filling her body with a kind of gooey warmth she'd never quite been able to imagine but DAMN if it wasn't everything she'd hoped for. The waves of pleasure slamming into her had sent her mind and body reeling, and as the last bit of semen poured into her, she collapsed onto Izuku's chest in a fit of exhaustion, breathing heavily while they both tried desperately to compose themselves. "That was… incredible…"

Izuku wrapped his powerful arms around her midsection, his twitching cock still deep inside her. "I don't think I've ever felt this good," he choked out.

Struggling to pull herself up, Jirou elected to nuzzle her face into him. "Thank you for this. Seriously, I couldn't have asked for a better person to lose my virginity to… Definitely better than my original plan for this week, without a doubt."

Deku grinned, "I'm glad you trusted me enough to do this… though it is occurring to me that we didn't use a condom."

"Meh… I've been taking birth control for my periods and I've heard from some of the older girls that Recovery Girl has some… discrete connections, for instances of teenage pregnancy. I'm not worried." Deku shrugged at her response, accepting that she'd keep it under control, opting just to hold her in a passionate embrace. "Yknow, what you SHOULD be concerned about is that we're not done," she teased, gliding her finger nail up and down his pec.

"Oh? What do you mean? Did I do something wrong?" Izuku asked, almost a little nervously. She figured that lingering anxiety he'd always had still made him overthink small statements like this.

"Oh of cooooourse," Jirou giggled, sarcastically. "The most egregious thing eeeeever. Just because YOU came doesn't mean I did. Looks like we're gonna need to keep going until you fully satisfy me!" With a sudden grab and twist, Izuku flipped her over and pinned her to the bed, raising her arms up and over her head and keeping them firmly to the mattress. "Holy fuck that was hot."

"Anything for you, my dear. What kind of hero would I be if I failed to fully perform for those in need of my help?" Holding her wrists in one hand and bending her left knee to her breast, Izuku plunged his cock back into her pussy and began to ram himself in and out. He was definitely a first timer too, because his rhythm was atrocious, but the combined roughness and care was more than enough to make up for the lack of experience. Jirou moaned as his dick found its mark at her deepest points, hitting every pleasure sensor she had as her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust. Wiggling herself around, she managed to wrap her raised leg around Izuku's shoulder to ease the burden of holding onto it with the combined bonus of using that leverage to pull his face into her bosom to attack her nipple and collar bone as well. She'd already gotten really close by the time that Izuku's first orgasm had filled her body with love, so this new position combined with his strength induced thrusts was quickly putting her over the edge.

Wrenching her arms free of his clutches, she held his shoulders tightly and dispatched her earjacks to her clit and ass where they began to vibrate with the rapid beat of her heart. Moaning hysterically, Jirou began bucking her hips in reverse tandem from Izuku's thrusts, ensuring he'd smash into her with as much force as he could muster without calling on his quirk's unbelievable power. That was a concept she'd have to try out another day, for now she was content with the music of ecstatic grunts and wet slapping noises as he hammered away the last of her rational senses. Seeing stars, Kyoka dug her nails into Izuku's shoulders and grit her teeth as she could feel herself getting tighter and tighter around her friend. "Fuck fuck fuck I'm gonna cum, don't you fucking dare stop!" She yelled out, starting Deku a bit but giving him the drive he needed to see this union of flesh through and go at her with the most sexual aggression he could muster.

Jirou tore into Midoriya's shoulder blades as her back arched in climax- tremors rippled through her body as the best orgasm she'd had in her young life consumed her. Izuku, his shoulders now bleeding from her nails, leapt up in surprise. He managed to keep some of his load inside the heroine, but as his dick popped out and bounced around from the springing motion, he wound up painting her skin with sticky white streaks, coating her belly, breasts, and even her face with semen. "There's… so much…" she managed to croak out hoarsely.

"S…sorry…" Deku gasped out as he admired his handy work. Jirou lay basked in the setting sunlight, light rays bouncing off the semen and sweat adoring her luscious skin and perky nipples as her body begged for air. Her hair had flown about messily, yet seemed to boast a more windswept look than an unkempt-fuck-session look one might glean from internet videos. She looked so beautiful and delicate in that moment- a lewd, museum quality work of art.

Jirou slowly opened her eyes back up as she regained her composure and realized he was gawking at her. Swiftly pulling her legs up and covering her breasts with her arms, she glowered up at him in embarrassment. "Stop that, you're making me feel self conscious…" she muttered, beet red.

Deku scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry, Jir- ah, Kyoka. I just… I couldn't help it. You just looked so pretty in that moment, you were practically glowing. I guess I was a little transfixed is all…"

Jirou's blush deepened but she relaxed herself slightly. Dude. He was just inside you- the fuck are you proving by hiding yourself now? "I don't think anyone's ever said something like that to me before…" she mumbled, not able to meet his piercing gaze.

"I can't imagine why. I've always thought you were adorable. You're smart, talented, and you're a damn good superhero. You've made some amazing growth the past three years, you deserve a whole world of praise," Deku crawled over next to her and wrapped her up in his muscular arms. Despite his appearance, he was oddly soft and cuddly, maybe it was his kind face and caring personality but damn those arms are good for hugging.

Jirou's eyes teared up a little as she buried her face into his chest. "Thank you…" she whispered.

The two heroes in training lay there for what felt like an eternity before the blissful silence was interrupted by an obnoxious ringing. His ring tone is an 8-Bit remix of All Might's theme song, he's such a NERD, she giggled to herself as the green haired boy fumbled through the discarded laundry for the offending cell phone. Finally finding it, he pulled it to his ear. "Hello?" he asked groggily before clearing his throat. "Hello? This is Izuku."

Jirou tried to listen in as a faint, masculine voice babbled on the other side of the line. Even with her super hearing, whoever it was still sounded like an adult in a PEANUTS cartoon. Izuku shot her a panicked look as he attempted to keep his composure. "No, of COURSE I didn't forget, I'd never forget something so important. In fact, I'm almost there! …Yes. …Yes. Mhm. Alright, I'll see you in a moment, Principle Nezu." He calmly hung up before breaking into a frenzy, leaping out of the bed and frantically trying to put his clothes back on. "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT," he cursed. "I'm so STUPID!"

"Woah, hey, where's the fire there, sport?" Jirou laughed casually, sitting up and watching him dance as he struggled to put his pants on. "Be careful, you're gonna hurt yourself."

"I'm so sorry, I completely forgot I had some responsibilities with Eri today and I'm going to be late. Eraser's gonna kill me if I don't get my keister going!" He threw his button-up school shirt back on and flusteredly began working on his tie. Rolling her eyes with a slight smirk, the naked girl stood up and pulled him over to her. She quickly and elegantly got him into a proper Windsor Knot and tightened it before pulling his face to hers using it.

"Don't apologize, it's partially my fault," she whispered with a quick peck on the lips. "Thank you for doing this with me, I feel way more confident with myself now. This was a lot of fun." She grinned at the blushing broccoli haired hero. "Now get out of here- If you use your quirk to do some jumping you might still have an intact ass for me to look at next time. Don't worry about your room, I'll pick it up and lock it up before I leave." She swatted the stunned boy on the fanny and ushered him toward the balcony. "Move it or lose it, stud!"

"Wait I can take the stai-" he tried before being thrust outside. Realizing she was probably right, he bid a final goodbye, charged up his quirk and launched himself into the air, bouncing along the UA campus in flashes of electric green before vanishing from sight.

Jirou smirked coyly. Strutting back inside, her legs feeling like jelly, she picked up her phone from the floor. She already had a text from Izuku with another apology but also an all caps "WAIT, DID YOU SAY NEXT TIME?" Laughing, she took a few minutes to take some more pictures of herself to send him along with a simple "Perhaps", hopefully embarrassing him, before wiping herself off with the towel hanging on his bedpost. She casually straightened out his room to clear up any of the mess they'd caused but also some of the odds and ends that were already scattered about before stretching and deciding to put her clothes back on.

Double checking her work to make sure she hadn't missed anything, the purple haired young woman stretched and strolled out of the hero-adorned dorm room, flicking the light off behind her. No sooner had she shut the door, the hairs on the back of her leg perked up. Spinning around, she spotted a bloodshot eye peering at her through a crack in the door next to Izuku's and it dawned on her that he lived right next to Mineta's room. It didn't take a genius to realize there's no way he didn't hear every single moment of their little romp. Jirou leaned against the door and grinned at him cockilly. "Just think, pipsqueak. If you treated girls with even a modicum of respect, you might get treatment like that instead of what I have in store for you this weekend."

"You really fucked Midoriya just to get under my skin?" the short boy asked, fully emerging from the darkness of his room, a very obvious 'little Mineta' bulging through his pants.

Actually, I forgot you two shared a wall; but sure. Jirou crouched down and got on his level. "Yes, that is exactly what I did, and I definitely planned to do that all along." She lied. Play it cool, Ky. "Gotta make sure I keep you on your toes, of course."

Mineta sniveled. "This is both cruel and unusual," he muttered, his eyes soaking in every inch of her body lecherously as his dirty mind tried to cobble together every detail of what happened in the past hour. Suddenly he squinted. "Also you have some uh… schmutz on your neck… you don't want to walk around like that…" he grumbled awkwardly, pointing out the white goop on her throat.

Jirou ran her hand over her throat- sure enough, she'd missed some of the cum Deku had sprayed on her. "Well look at that, the grapervert does know how to be a gentleman. Perhaps there's some hope for you after all." She smirked as a wicked idea crossed her mind. Reaching forward, she wiped the semen across his forehead with her thumb. "Simbaaaaaa…" she whispered before standing up. With a quick heel turn and a spring in her step, Jirou giddily walked down the corridor. "Ta ta fuckstain, get excited for tomorrow. It's gonna get a looooot worse!" She grinned devilishly over her shoulder before vanishing around the corner.

Mineta stared after her, slack jawed and eye twitching. "What. The fuck. Is happening with my life right now?" He pondered allowed as he returned to his bedroom and plopped facedown to a cushion on the floor. "If she thinks I'm not gonna masturbate to that, she's wrong. I'm not that easy to break!" Though I guess I did just get cucked by a broad I'm not even dating. Is that the right word? Hm.

While Mineta lay there both excited and fearful for the coming weekend, Jirou's mind was ablaze with a wider menagerie of thoughts. But right now, her #1 priority was to tell the group chat what just happened. Having walked passed Aoyama's room, also next to Midoriya's, she knew if she didn't say something now he'd probably tell Mina anyway. With a heavy heart, she pulled out her phone. "Alright, Kyoka. You have to deliver this next message with integrity and tact. Don't make a big deal out of it…" she muttered as her fingers slid across the keys of her phone in the "Da GurlzYuga" chat.

Jirou: HEY SLUTS, YALL WANT THE YELP REVIEW OF DEKU'S DICK?

Several people are typing.

Yup. Tact. Nailed it.