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It was inappropriate. Completely inappropriate. It was sinful and wrong and unthinkable and mortifying and - if anyone found out about it - it basically guaranteed the end of Uraraka’s entire life as she knew it. She’d get kicked out of UA and she wouldn’t be able to get accepted into another Hero School in the world, let alone a halfway decent one. It was easily the stupidest thing she’d ever done, but… she just couldn’t help herself.
It felt too good.
She peeked out the crack in her door, eyes scanning the hallway just beyond. Either end was swallowed up rather quickly by total darkness, silence and stillness reigning supreme. It was late at night and the only people who’d even conceivably be awake were some of the staff doing patrols. Maybe. She knew the likelihood of getting caught was fairly minimal, but the sinful rush of doing it at all was enough to set her blood on fire.
So she took a deep breath and stepped out into the hallway.
Fully naked.
The cool, night air tickled her bare skin as she carefully, quietly closed the door behind herself. It clicked shut so faintly it almost didn’t make a noise at all, but the wood definitely gave a barely-audible creak. Uraraka felt a rush of electricity skitter up her spine at the very prospect of getting caught. It wasn’t going to happen, of course, because - again - nobody should be awake at that hour.
1 in the morning? Yeah, not too likely. The craziest of early birds still probably only got up at 2 at the earliest, and she seriously doubted anyone was enough of a night owl to still be awake now. And if they were awake, they should be in their room, not wandering the halls like her! She should be safe. Totally and completely safe. But the thought that she just might not be made her burn to a cinder of lust.
She felt the cool floor spread out beneath the balls of her feet, which she always walked on while indulging in a little exhibitionism. It made her feel like a cat; quiet and stealthy and quick. She was ready to hop around a corner or just float up to the ceiling and cling there if need be. Not that she hoped it would come to that, for very obvious reasons.
The hero-in-training made her way over to the boys’ dorms, keeping an ear out for the slightest of sounds. Anything that could even be interpreted as a footstep had to be picked up, because it could mean the difference between a night of excitement and a lifelong branding as a sexual deviant. She hated that she found it so thrilling, but she just couldn’t help herself. She had to keep indulging in the lewdness of exposing herself so publicly. She wasn’t sure when she’d picked the kink up, but she could still remember her first night doing it. Creeping to Deku’s room (fully dressed) in hopes of knocking on his door and confessing, only to… stop. All she could think about was what he might be doing. What he might be thinking about, himself.
The idea of him touching himself drove her wild and - before she knew it - she was full on rubbing her slit right outside his door. Hand in her pants, mind in the clouds, heart sinking into a pool of lava; she had never cum so hard in her entire life. And ever since then, it had been a downward spiral of perversion. From touching herself outside his door to fully undressing outside his door, to walking all the way to his room completely naked just to play with herself.
Uraraka felt her heart skip a beat as she reached the door once more, gently leaning on it to keep it from rattling. Indulging herself was easily the most dangerous part of the escapade since - mid-orgasm - she wasn’t exactly in a state of mind to hear or see anything. Still, she couldn’t help herself.
She did a quick scan of the hallway and strained to pick up the faintest sound from the other rooms nearby. Anything at all - whispering, music playing, beds creaking - but she didn’t hear a peep. It was silent. Uraraka dragged in a hot, trembling breath as she felt the heat ignite in her. Just the feeling of her thighs brushing together was enough to send her into outer space, and she knew in an instant that she couldn’t wait any longer.
Carefully, she let her fingers wander down her soft, silky stomach to brush against her slit. Electricity danced across her body as she got her first taste of bliss for the night, but it was just that; a taste. There was a four-course meal to indulge in and she’d only just smelled it. She started slow, savoring the buildup to the main event. Even simple grazes, soft caresses, were enough to drive her wild in her lust-addled state. Her body was so hot she could hardly stand it, and she felt like she’d cum within seconds. Her mind was caught in a swirling vortex of warmth, her lips melting into a smile as she felt wetness drip down her fingers.
She braced her knee against the door as she rested her forehead on the wood, bending her body forward to twist it up in bliss. Her fingers caressed her soaking slit until she couldn’t stand to tease herself any longer and allowed the tips to sink in. Her mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut as she became engrossed in the single-minded pursuit of a clenching climax. Her breath was so hot and soft it almost steamed, her body twitching and spasming at the slightest of stimulations. She bit down on her pudding-soft bottom lip as she felt power surge through her. She’d cum easily and love it; it’d give her something nice and thick to chew on until she was ready for another. She loved when it was hard and she had to earn it, but there was something satisfying - something ‘healthy’ - about a strong, easy climax.
She sank her middle and ring fingers in up to the second knuckles, hooking her hand around so that the palm could brush her clit. Her eyes lilted open, rolling up to stare at the door. She could imagine Deku on the other side, just lying in bed. She couldn’t help but wonder what his dick looked like. It was probably nice and smooth and clean and cute and strong and tasty, and just thinking about it was almost enough to get her to cum. Uraraka nibbled her lip, digging herself out inside until she could feel the tightness in the back of her throat. A vice began to shut on her brain, her consciousness becoming too heavy a burden to bear.
Blackness, vision failing, heat rising.
Her mouth fell open.
She buckled and collapsed against the wood, her fingers still pounding into her as she came nice and hard. Her voice escaped in desperate, mindless whimpers as she leaned against the door and knotted her free hand into a fist. Her mind went blank, indulging in the savory bliss until it finally faded and left her a weak, lust-drunk shell. Her eyes gradually refocused, reacclimating to the dark as her body tried to learn how to move again.
THUNK.
Uraraka felt her heart sink into ice water.
Instantly, she sank to the ground into a crouching fetal position, covering as much of her naked body as possible. Her eyes widened as they found that the door to the room next to Deku’s was open.
A small, drooling gremlin was standing just outside, his phone out, very obviously recording. Mineta’s eyes were wide and blind with lust, saliva dripping from his thin lips as he stared at her through the lens of the camera. He’d stumbled forward, smacking his head against the doorframe, but he clearly didn’t care. He leaned there, almost catatonic with lust, as Uraraka felt the ground beneath her crumble and give out.
“J-j-j-jeeeeez, Uraraka!” Mineta’s voice was like a bunch of scuttling beetles, each syllable like a cold drop of saliva, “I didn’t realize you were so freaking lewd!”
“M-Mineta?!” Uraraka’s eyes were wide with panic, already brimming with tears, “Mineta! P-please, d-don’t tell! Please, please, please don’t tell on me! Please just pretend like you didn’t see this!”
Even as she spoke, all she could look at was the cruel, black, emotionless lens of the boy’s smartphone camera. It stared at her like the dark, glinting eye of a predator watching its prey, and it chilled her to her very core. She knew - even as she pleaded - that Mineta probably had no interest whatsoever in being a decent human being.
“Oh come on, Urarakaaaa~!” his voice was almost sing-song, “Isn’t getting caught part of the fun? You’re into exhibitionism, right? Isn’t this secretly what you wanted? To get caught?” the words spit from his mouth like the venom of a snake, the corners of his lips twitching with the ghost of a sadistic smile, “But-! But lemme guess! You wanted to get caught by Deku, right? You wanted him to find you and invite you in and fuck your brains out, right?!” his hands trembled as he gripped the smartphone harder and harder, “Why the hell do they all like Deku?! It’s not fair! What the hell?!”
“M-Mineta, please!” tears stung Ochako’s eyes as she could see her classmate’s sanity dripping away, “Please, please! I-! I’ll-!” her heart felt close to imploding with panic, her breathing getting harder and harder by the second, “Please, just-!”
“I won’t tell.” Mineta mumbled, the psychotic look in his eyes still lingering. Still, he dropped the smartphone on the floor and wiped off his sweaty hands on his boxers, “I won’t tell, Ochako.”
Uraraka swallowed, not quite believing him.
“You… won’t?” she murmured, her brow furrowing.
“If you just let me…” Mineta took a step forward, “If you just lemme smash, that is.”
“W-what?!” Ochako fumbled back, forgetting her modesty for a moment. Mineta took another step forward. Then another. Ochako’s eyes couldn’t help but wander to the bulge in his underwear, which seemed strained to confine whatever kind of amplitude he had. His anatomy twitched as he reached her outstretched leg and grabbed her ankle, Uraraka drawing in a sharp, panicked breath at his touch.
His hand was clammy and small and pudgy and sticky; it was disgusting.
“Mineta!” Uraraka stared at him, “You-!”
“Don’t worry, Ochako~!” his lips twisted into a monstrous, little smile, “I’ll make you feel way better than that ‘Deku’ guy ever could! Trust me, I’ve seen him in the locker room. He’s shrimpy.” he hooked a thumb under the waistband of his underwear, “Unlike me!”
Ochako had to slap a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming as the boy pulled his underwear down and exposed himself to her. She’d seen dicks before in videos and stuff, but nothing like what Mineta had. It was massive and thick and veiny, with a crudely shaped head and a curved shaft. It sprang up, fully erect, looking as sturdy as a metal pole and as virile as a horde of pigs in heat. Curiosity tickled Uraraka’s brain a little, but it was drowned out by sheer panic. She was naked; defenseless. There was nothing stopping Mineta from sticking it in her other than her own strength and any shred of decency he might have left.
“Mineta, please don’t do this!” Ochako whispered, hot breath hissing against her palm.
“If you try to stop me, I’ll leak that video of you online.” Mineta pointed to the phone, which was still just by the doorway, “You’ll get expelled, and the only job you might be able to find is whoring yourself out in AV’s.” his words were cruel and almost emotionless, his face a hollow mask of selfish lust, “So why don’t you just go with it, Ochako? Pretend I’m Deku.” he stalked up her leg, pushing it to the side as Ochako tried not to weep, “Let’s just have a little fun, Ochako. Got it?”
Ochako’s hands sealed over her mouth as Mineta parted her legs and laid his enormity on her steamy slit. She wanted to die. She honestly - in a way - would’ve rather gotten expelled than give her first time to Mineta, but she knew that this - this cruel, horrible fate - was for the best. It was just punishment for being such a slut and indulging in such a dangerous kink one too many times.
Heat and hardness dragged along her juicy lips, Ochako shivering unconsciously at it. She had a dildo back in her bedroom, but it was nothing compared to what Mineta was packing. It was small and cute and nice; not a big, thick monster that looked about as merciful as an earthquake. It ground against her, sending shocks and shivers up her spine, until finally Mineta grabbed it at the slightly tapered base and slapped it against her.
Ochako gripped her lips in her hand, straining to keep silent as the lewd assault on her lower mouth continued. He wasn’t even penetrating her yet, and she could barely stand it. As much as she hated to admit it, this was playing into her fantasies like crazy. She couldn’t help but imagine Deku finding her in such a state (though ideally not with Mineta) and slowly starting to get aroused. If he found her like this would he be completely ashamed of her and totally horrified, or would he just… stay quiet? Watch? Maybe even join in?
A sharp smack from the thick rod turned her fantasies into a soup of lust, Uraraka’s hips bucking against her will as they demanded Mineta sink into them. His head pressed against her entrance before flicking past it. His length ground along her lips before he pulled it back, pressed the head to the entrance and nudged.
And missed.
The length slid against her, Ochako barely able to contain the misery she was feeling. It was mortifying that Mineta was not only raping her, but teasing her as well. He wasn’t just using her as a vent for his lust, he wanted her to be as miserable as possible. Or maybe he just wanted her to beg for it. Not that it would ever come to that.
Ochako stifled a whine of frustration as the shaft dragged against her clit, smothering it in hot, meaty warmth. The head - that ugly, fleshy thing - stabbed into her entrance. It pressed just hard enough to fill her with some kind of hope, before slipping past again. Ochako’s eyes shot open, staring down at the perverted little dwarf that was having his way with her.
What was he doing?!
Why was he being such a tease?!
“You seem like you wanna say something, Ochako.” Mineta sucked in some drool, his eyes still blindly glued to her hot, tight muff, “You want this, don’t you? Don’t you? You want me dick, right?”
“N… no!” Ochako breathed, “I just want you to get this over with! I-!”
She nearly shrieked as it suddenly entered her. The entire head sank into her waiting cunt, shriveling up the words and thoughts in her mouth, turning them into nothing but a gasp of hot air. Ochako’s head flung back as Mineta slowly began to grind his way inside her, tears flowing down the sides of her face as her maidenhood was stolen. She barely had time to bemoan the complete loss of her virginity, as pain started to creep up on her.
He was too big. It hurt. He stretched her tightness with this thick shaft, reaching deep into her core slowly and steadily. Uraraka wanted to scream or cry, but she knew better than to attract any more attention to herself. So instead, she just held her hand to her mouth and silently wept. It was a hard struggle to take all of him, Mineta having to pull out several times as her tight, little muff proved too small to take him. Still, she knew it was only a matter of time before she was stretched enough.
She was already plenty wet from playing with herself and - as much as she hated to admit it - her mind was smoldering with unwanted lust. She gushed on his cock, her pussy weeping from pain as her thoughts were engulfed by pleasure. All she wanted was for it to end, but every cell of her being demanded it continue. It was as if her libido knew there was some beautiful, hot, pounding bliss at the end of the road, and was demanding she walk it, no matter how hard it hurt.
Mineta stopped with only about half his total length inserted into her. He awkwardly, clumsily thrust in, still digging her out in a way she never could’ve imagined before. To be so completely full was terrifying and strangely fulfilling, the conflict only adding to her misery. Uraraka shielded her eyes and wept, her thighs spasming as the fat dick filled her up.
Mineta’s thick, ugly head ground against the top of her pussy, making a noticeable bulge in her stomach as it did. Uraraka found herself placing a hand on it, sucking in her tummy to fully accentuate it. Even if it horrified her, she couldn’t help herself. The enormity of it had to be lauded, like a newly discovered species. Her eyes tracked down to watch the bump form over and over again as the little gremlin of a man dug her out.
The pain ebbed, getting replaced by vile numbness, and then - finally - a horrible sort of satisfaction. Uraraka’s hand lay flat on her stomach, rising up slightly as Mineta’s head kept hitting it. She found herself propping herself up with her one free arm, leaning on the elbow so she could better see her foul lover. Mineta had his stubby arms around her silky thighs, gripping them tightly as he thrust with reckless abandon. There was no technique, no subtlety, and certainly no affection.
It was lust, pure and simple.
But, as Uraraka felt that bulge, and fought to keep her voice down, and imagined what might happen if they were found; she couldn’t help but feel the same exact thing. It washed over her, igniting her blood and turning her brain to mush. The thick, deep pounding that Mineta was giving her was too much to bear, her face reddening, her eyes rolling back, her teeth clenching. He carved her out inside, his thick nuts slapping against her thicker butt, his pointy head hitting her deeper than she realized possible. She could practically feel the cock in the back of her throat, scooping her out like a thick, veiny shovel. Mineta grabbed one of her tits in his gross, little mouth and began sucking the nipple like some kind of perverted baby, all while his rampaging manhood tore her up inside.
Uraraka could feel her walls clinging to him, an orgasm as inevitable as death itself. She bent her legs down, closing like a fist around her tiny lover as he pounded her to a creamy crescendo. White fluid spilled across his dick, a thick reward for his service to her pussy. It made the inevitable load he deposited in her just that much more milky and sweet, as the love liquids mixed together into a cocktail of sin. Ochako spasmed, electricity turning her body into a jittery, thoughtless mess as Mineta clung to her and spurt cum inside her waiting muff.
The second her mind returned to her, Ochako let out a gasp and unfurled like a silk sheet on a clean bed, indulging in the feeling of sticky, sinful sweat on her hot skin. For a moment, all she could do was enjoy the thickness inside her, filling her to the brim, unable to care about whose it was or why it was there. She gently danced her hips against her lover’s, her mind wandering right up until the moment she heard a creak of wood from behind Deku’s door.
Her heart leapt into her throat, her eyes met Mineta’s and in an instant a silent agreement was made. Uraraka touched herself, causing her body to levitate up to the ceiling. The instant her back hit it, Mineta ripped off some grapes from his head and stuck the two of them there, causing them to cling to the area directly above Deku’s door.
Which then opened.
The green-haired boy stepped out, clearly sleepy beyond measure. For a moment, he just lingered there. He rubbed his baggy, weary eyes, squinting hard into the darkness at either end of the hall. Uraraka felt her heart hammer so fast she felt like it’d rumble the entire building, but she managed to remain perfectly quiet.
Right up until Mineta pushed into her again.
Her breath instantly went out of control, eyes rolling back in her head as she fought to keep her hand over her mouth. All she could focus on was staying completely silent as her classmate pushed into her and filled her completely with his meaty cock. Her eyes rolled back, occasionally flicking and refocusing on Deku before her vision blurred again. Blackness. Pounding. Heat. Tightness. Fullness. Pain. Pleasure.
Uraraka swallowed a million groans and moans as she was fucked against the ceiling by Mineta, who was slapping his hips against hers far harder than was even remotely sane. The sound of skin-on-skin would’ve been glaringly obvious to anyone not so thoroughly addled with sleepiness as Deku, the green-haired boy visibly lilting back and forth as he threatened to pass out right there in the doorway.
Uraraka felt herself explode inside. Her muff wept shiny tears as the lust crushed her, another orgasm getting fucked out of her so quickly she nearly shrieked. Her hands squeezed her mouth and throat as her eyes rolled back and vanished, leaving them white and blind. Her body tightened around Mineta’s pounding length, hips melting together with his until finally she dripped sinful droplets down onto Deku’s hair. Watching her crush get rained on by her lust was almost enough to make Uraraka cum again then and there, but her third orgasm of the night was threatening to rob her of consciousness altogether.
Deku paused.
Turned.
Left.
The grapes keeping them stuck to the ceiling gave out, Uraraka just managing to catch their falling bodies with antigravity before they hit the ground. She gently allowed them to unfurl onto the floor in almost total silence. Mineta finally dragging his massivity out of her weeping cunt. He used his discarded underwear to wipe up some of the cum before sticking the soaked briefs in Uraraka’s open mouth.
Sinful deliciousness permeated her taste buds as she caught the disgustingly lewd favor of the boy’s cum. Still, instead of spitting it out, she sucked on it, savoring the taste and the heat it built in her. Mineta crossed to his doorway, picking up his smartphone before turning to face her again.
“See ya tomorrow night, Ochako?” he asked, waving the little device in his hand as he spoke.
Ochako gathered her legs under her, about to respond verbally when she remembered the underwear in her mouth. Instead of taking it out, she just allowed her gaze to fall to the floor.
She nodded.