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This wasn't the first time Shouta had been hit with an unknown quirk, and it wouldn't be the last. Each time, he stubbornly refused to learn from his past mistakes. Why go to the hospital to get checked out when he could just... go to work?
Never mind that it felt like his insides were about to burst, and he was drenched in sweat.
He stumbled through the halls, vision blurry and legs shaky. His skin felt like it was on fire, every brush of fabric against his body sending jolts down his spine. This wasn't normal.
Never before in his entire life had he experienced anything quite like this intense, all-consuming heat — it felt as though every cell in his body was ablaze, like a raging inferno had taken root deep in his core and was steadily burning through him from the inside out, consuming him completely with its relentless heat. His legs felt weak and unsteady beneath him, muscles kitten weak and trembling with each step as though they might give out at any moment. The world around him seemed to blur and shift, reality becoming fluid and dreamlike as the heat continued to build. Even breathing was becoming difficult, each inhale feeling like he was drawing in fire instead of air.
His head was pounding, each throb of his pulse sending waves of dizziness crashing through him. The world seemed to tilt and spin around him as he stumbled forward, his usually sharp senses dulled by the overwhelming fever coursing through his veins. Even the dim lighting of the hallway felt too bright, making his eyes water as he forced himself to keep moving.
The staff room was just ahead. Just a few more steps. He could make it. He had to make it. All he had to do was survive until the day was over.
Shouta practically fell through the door when he finally reached it, almost tripping over his own feet as he clung to the doorframe like it was a lifeline. His eyes swept wildly around the room, vision distorting as the heat pulsed through his system in agonising waves. Whatever was happening to him, it was getting worse by the second, his entire body blistering with a strange, overwhelming sensation that made his skin prickle and his breath catch.
He barely registering the concerned voices that greeted him. His chest heaved with each laboured breath, heart fluttering wildly in his chest.
"Shouta?" Someone called out. He couldn't tell who. "Holy shit, you look terrible."
Yeah, no shit. He felt terrible too.
"'m fine," he mumbled weakly, dragging himself to his desk before collapsing into his chair with a drawn-out groan. His head was spinning so fast it felt like the room was about to melt in front of his eyes, and it was way too hot. Like someone had cranked the thermostat up to a hundred degrees. He tugged at his collar, trying to get some air. He should probably take his scarf off.
His thick black jumpsuit clung uncomfortably to his sweat-slick flesh, the moisture seeping through every fibre until the fabric felt awfully heavy and constricting. He desperately wanted to peel away the suffocating layers, to free himself from the stifling prison that trapped the scorching heat against his feverish body. He desperately craved the sweet relief of cool air, need that grew stronger with each passing moment.
"Seriously, what happened?" It was Hizashi's voice. The sound vibrated through him, making him shiver. It wrapped around him like silk, deep and rich, making his whole body tingle with each word. Every syllable that rolled off his tongue sent delicious little shivers racing down Shouta's spine.
"Villain. Quirk." He managed to grunt out the words between heavy breaths, his mind flooding with heated images of the man. He bit his lip, trying to suppress another shiver. Since when had his best friend become so... irresistible? Every little movement Hizashi made had his blood running hotter, and he couldn't stop the filthy thoughts from racing through his mind. What the hell was happening to him?
His entire body was trembling uncontrollably now, and he couldn't stop squirming in his seat. Everything felt too sensitive. With shaking hands, he wrestled the scarf from his neck and dropped it in a heap on his desk.
A hand suddenly landed heavily on his shoulder, causing him to violently jerk in his seat as an involuntary, choked sound escaped his lips. The unexpected contact sent electric shocks cascading across his entire body, each point where those fingers pressed against him blazing with an intensity that made his breath catch. The sensation was overwhelming, spreading outward from that single touch in waves that made his skin tingle and his pulse race, and oh... oh no.
With a jolt of panic, Shouta realised his body was responding in an entirely unwanted way, his trousers becoming uncomfortably tight as heat pooled low in his stomach. Face burning with shame, he curled in on himself, trying his best to hide the obvious bulge that had formed in his jumpsuit. His heart hammered in his chest as he silently prayed none of his coworkers would notice.
But fuck, it wasn't like he could hide it forever. Not when he was practically writhing in his seat, chest heaving with each ragged breath. Their worried glances were already burning into him, making his skin crawl with a mix of shame and something… far more dangerous.
He needed to leave. Now.
Shouta lurched to his feet without warning, immediately regretting it as pain shot through his gut. His body betrayed him, folding forward until he was half-sprawled across his desk, barely keeping himself upright. When a large, warm hand pressed against his lower back, he had to bite his lip to keep from making an embarrassing sound, his body instinctively wanting to arch into that touch.
"Shouta! Careful!" The deep rumble of Yagi's voice sent shivers down his spine.
"What do you think the villain's quirk did to him?"
"Not sure, but that dumbass should have gotten checked out at the hospital! Or by Recovery Girl at the very least—" Yagi leaned in to scold him but stopped abruptly, the words dying in his throat.
"What is it?" Nemuri asked, her voice filled with worry.
Shouta wanted to crawl out of his own body.
"Ah—" Yagi choked out, voice cracking like a teenage boy's as realisation dawned on his face. The way his eyes widened told Shouta everything he needed to know — his predicament hadn't gone unnoticed.
It was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain any pretense of control over his reactions as he remained bent forward over his desk, utterly helpless against the overwhelming sensations. Yagi's warm, broad hand continued to press firmly against his lower back, the heat from that simple touch spreading through his clothes and seeping deep into his flesh like molten lava. Each subtle shift of those strong fingers sent jolts of pleasure coursing through his hypersensitive body, making his cock twitch and strain desperately against the confines of his pants.
Shouta couldn't stop the desperate whimper that escaped his throat, the sound raw and wanting as it echoed in his own ears.
"Oh," Nemuri breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Is he—"
"Yeah," Yagi choked out, heat creeping up his neck as the realisation must have hit him full force.
Shouta staggered away from them, his body screaming in protest even as it craved more of their touch. He lurched towards the door on trembling legs, nearly losing his balance with each unsteady step.
"I'll- I'll take care of it myself-" he choked out between ragged breaths, his knees threatening to buckle beneath him.
But strong hands caught him before he could get far, fingers wrapping firmly around his biceps to keep him upright. Even that simple touch had his body singing with need, making him gasp and shudder.
"Don't be ridiculous," Nemuri's voice was gentle but firm. "You can barely stand. Let us help you."
Shouta's legs trembled violently, his heart racing as heat surged through him at her words. The very thought of their help sent waves of need coursing through his body, making his already painful arousal throb with renewed intensity. His breath came in short, sharp gasps as he struggled to form a coherent response, torn between his burning desire and the last shreds of his rapidly crumbling self-control.
Forcing himself to look up through his messy hair, Shouta met Nemuri's intense stare. Her face was flushed crimson, and her eyes were dark with desire, pupils so wide they nearly swallowed the iris completely.
"You mean—"
"Yeah." She leaned in close, her warm hand coming up to cradle his face. The touch drew a soft, needy sound from his throat. "Let us help you, Shou."
Slowly, she pushed him backwards and he crumpled into a chair, his back arching as another wave of heat crashed through him. His whole body felt like a fucking live wire.
"Someone lock the door," she demanded, voice husky. Quick footsteps moved to follow her order, but then hesitated.
"Wait... is this really okay?" There was genuine concern in the voice. "He's not exactly in a state to consent right now..."
Hizashi shifted uncomfortably by the door, running a hand through his hair. "Yagi's got a point..."
Shouta's head jerked up, his dark eyes wild and hungry but somehow razor-sharp with sudden clarity. When he spoke, his voice was broken, scraping out of his throat like gravel. Gone was any hint of his usual composure - he was too far gone to care about looking dignified anymore. "Please... I need— I want this. I consent." His words were punctuated by a full-body shudder, but his gaze remained steady and determined despite his obvious suffering.
The others exchanged glances, a silent conversation passing between them before Hizashi finally moved to lock the door. The soft click of the lock sliding into place seemed to echo through the room, making Shouta's breath hitch with anticipation. His eyes darted between his colleagues — his friends — as they drew closer, their presence both comforting and overwhelming in his current state.
Yagi still couldn't hide his uncertainty, the conflict obvious in every line of his towering frame. His shoulders were tense with hesitation, those impossibly blue eyes clouded with concern even as they darkened with obvious desire. Something about seeing him like this — this tall, powerful man who could level buildings with a single punch, looking so lost and vulnerable as he wrestled with his conscience — made Shouta's chest tighten with an emotion that had nothing to do with the quirk's effects.
The way Yagi's hands flexed uncertainly at his sides, the slight furrow of his brow, the way he kept glancing between Shouta and the door like he couldn't quite decide what was right — it all just made Shouta want him even more desperately.
"Yagi, please," he begged, the words coming out breathless and needy as his head fell back, lips parting with desperate want.
He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Yagi shifted nervously, hesitating for just a moment longer before finally stepping forward. The movement was slow, deliberate, giving Shouta every chance to change his mind — but there was no way he could stop now, not when his entire body was screaming for their touch.
When their eyes met, something shifted in Yagi's expression — a flash of raw hunger breaking through his careful restraint. Even that skinny frame of his seemed to loom even larger as he closed the remaining distance between them in two long strides. Those impossibly strong hands finally reached for him, and Shouta's whole body trembled in anticipation. Strong hands cupped his cheeks as warm lips crashed against his in a heated kiss.
The kiss was desperate and hungry, all teeth and tongue as they fought for dominance. Shouta moaned into Yagi's mouth, his hands flying up to grip those bony shoulders as another wave of heat coursed through his body. The sound seemed to break something in the others, because suddenly there were hands everywhere — Nemuri's fingers threading through his hair, Hizashi's palm sliding up his thigh.
His hips bucked up instinctively, seeking more contact as desperate sounds spilled from his throat.
A firm, confident hand slid down to cup his aching arousal through the thick fabric of his jumpsuit, the sudden pressure against his throbbing length making his body jerk violently in response. His hips bucked up helplessly into that teasing touch as he wrenched his mouth away from the kiss with a desperate, broken cry that echoed through the small room. The sound was fervent and needy, filled with unrestrained want.
"Fuck, you're so responsive," Hizashi groaned between his legs, his palm pressing more firmly against his crotch. "Mmm, every little touch makes you shake."
Shouta's hands scrabbled desperately at Yagi's shirt, his body arching off the chair when Nemuri's lips found his neck. She sucked hard at his pulse point, drawing a broken moan from his throat that had Hizashi cursing under his breath. The thought of her teeth marking him, leaving evidence of their need for him right there on his neck, had Shouta shivering with raw desire.
"God, the noises you make," Nemuri purred against his skin, her teeth grazing his throat. "I've always wondered what you'd sound like like this."
Hizashi's skilled fingers made quick work of his jumpsuit zipper, and Shouta nearly sobbed with relief when that warm hand finally wrapped around his aching cock. His hips jerked up sharply, already leaking precum all over Hizashi's fingers.
"Shit, you're so wet already," Hizashi breathed, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head. "This quirk's really done a number on you, huh?"
A desperate whimper was all Shouta could manage, his thoughts scattering when Yagi's calloused hands found their way beneath his shirt. His back arched uncontrollably as those rough fingertips brushed across his sensitive nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his cock. Each teasing stroke had him squirming, his length pulsing eagerly in Hizashi's firm grasp.
"Please," he gasped, not even sure what he was begging for anymore. "Please, I need—"
"We know what you need," Nemuri murmured, her hot breath tickling his ear. "We're going to take such good care of you."
His thoughts melted away when Nemuri's hand slid lower, joining Hizashi's between his thighs. The dual sensation of their fingers wrapped around him had his head falling back, a choked gasp tearing from his throat. Every nerve in his body felt like it was singing. Yagi's mouth found his again, swallowing his desperate sounds as those long fingers continued to tease and twist his nipples. The combination of sensations was almost too much — Nemuri's expert strokes, Hizashi's teasing grip, Yagi's hungry kisses. His hips rolled helplessly, caught between wanting to thrust up into their hands and arch into the fingers playing with his chest.
"You're gorgeous like this," Nemuri breathed, her voice thick with desire. "All spread out and needy for us." Her thumb circled his tip, spreading the wetness gathering there, making him whine high in his throat.
Shouta's fingers tangled in Yagi's shirt, his body trembling as he felt the familiar heat building low in his gut. Every touch was intoxicating, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. His thighs tensed, toes curling in his boots as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside him.
"That's it," Hizashi encouraged, his grip tightening just right. "Let go for us, Shouta. Show us how good we make you feel."
The combination of their skilled hands, Yagi's mouth on his, and those filthy words pushed him over the edge. His whole body locked up as his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave, vision whiting out as he came with a broken cry. His release spilled hot over their fingers as they worked him through it, drawing out every last shudder until he was gasping and oversensitive.
But even as he came down from that high, he could feel the quirk's effects still burning through his veins. One release wasn't going to be enough — not even close. And from the hungry looks his friends were giving him, they knew it too.
Before Shouta had time to catch his breath, Nemuri was already sliding into his lap, her skirt riding up as she straddled him. The fabric of her panties dragged across his oversensitive cock, making him gasp and buck up against her. His hands found her hips on instinct, gripping tight enough to bruise.
"Round two already?" he managed, voice fucking wrecked. His attempt at playing it cool failed spectacularly when she rolled her hips down, drawing a strangled moan from his throat.
"Something tells me you're nowhere near done," she purred, threading her fingers through his sweat-damp hair. Behind her, Hizashi and Yagi were already shedding layers of clothing, their eyes dark with want. "And we've only just started showing you what we can do."
A shiver ran down his spine at her words, his cock already twitching back to life. The quirk hummed under his skin like electricity, turning every brush of contact into sparks of pleasure. Nemuri shifted in his lap, the movement dragging another ragged sound from his throat. She leaned down to nip at his bottom lip, her breath hot against his mouth. Their eyes met, her gaze scorching with an intensity that had his heart racing even faster.
"How do you want us?" Her voice was honey-sweet but dripping with sin. Behind her, he could hear the rustle of clothes hitting the floor, making his cock throb with anticipation. "All at once? Taking turns? We can do this any way you need."
The mere thought of all of them at once had his head spinning, his hips jerking up instinctively. His fingers dug harder into her hips as images flashed through his mind — being filled, surrounded, claimed by all of them. The quirk surged through him like wildfire, leaving him trembling and desperate.
"Everything," he gasped out, beyond caring how needy or pitiful he sounded. "Want everything. Want all of you."
A collective groan went up from the others. Hands were on him again in an instant, stripping away his remaining clothes with an urgency that matched his own burning need. In a blur of movement he found himself knocked out of that chair, sprawled out on his back with Nemuri's weight pressing him down against the floor. Her thighs squeezed his hips as she ground down against him, drawing a strangled gasp from his lips.
His hands roamed up her sides, tugging weakly at her clothes while the others crowded in close. The air felt electric, charged with their collective need.
Hizashi slid behind him, strong arms lifting Shouta's shoulders until he was half-sitting, back pressed to that firm chest. Hot breath tickled his ear as teeth grazed the sensitive skin there. "Gonna make you feel so good, baby."
His head fell back against Hizashi's shoulder with a moan as Nemuri finally stripped off her panties, the sight of her wet and ready for him making his cock twitch. Yagi knelt beside them, those impossibly large hands stroking down Shouta's chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
"Look at you," Nemuri breathed, positioning herself over him. "So desperate for us." She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch until he was buried deep inside her tight heat. The sensation had him crying out, fingers digging into her thighs as she started to move.
Hizashi's hands slid down his sides, one wrapping around to tease his nipples while the other dipped lower, fingers pressing teasingly against his entrance. The dual sensations had Shouta writhing between them, caught between pushing back against those probing fingers and thrusting up into Nemuri's slick heat.
"That's it," Yagi murmured, leaning in to capture his gasping mouth in a deep kiss. "Such a good boy.” The words sent a full-body shiver through him again, dripping down his spine. He melted back against Hizashi, letting out a broken little noise as his cock pulsed inside Nemuri's wet heat. The sound of praise in that deep voice — especially being called a good boy while he was pinned between Hizashi and Nemuri, overwhelmed with sensation — made his mind go fuzzy from pure bliss.
His body arched up sharply when Nemuri's rhythm quickened, her hips rolling down with practiced skill. The way she moved on top of him, combined with Hizashi's teasing fingers, had him seeing stars. Every thrust pushed him deeper into that perfect heat, drawing ragged moans from his throat that Yagi eagerly swallowed with hungry kisses. Hizashi pressed two suddenly slick fingers inside him stretching him open with slow, deliberate motions that made his toes curl. The burn of the stretch only heightened his pleasure, making his cock throb inside Nemuri as she rode him.
He could feel himself getting close again, the quirk amplifying every sensation until he was trembling on the edge.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," Nemuri panted above him, her nails dragging down his chest. "So hard for us, so perfect." Her words dissolved into a breathless moan when he bucked up sharply, his hips moving on pure instinct as pleasure built higher and higher.
"Want more?" Hizashi growled in his ear, twisting his fingers just right. "Want my cock filling you up while you're buried deep in her? Bet you'd love that, being stuffed full from both ends."
Shouta nearly convulsed as those skilled fingers found that sensitive spot inside him, a choked sound ripping from his throat. "Please," he keened, grinding back, drawing Hizashi’s fingers in deeper. His brain felt like it was melting, turning into a sweet and slow and sticky mess. "Want all of it, want you."
Hizashi hummed against his neck, pressing a third finger in alongside the others. The stretch burned so good, making Shouta's cock jump inside Nemuri's tight heat again. She rolled her hips in response, drawing another broken sound from his lips.
"Since you asked so nicely," Hizashi purred, withdrawing his fingers. The empty feeling had Shouta whimpering, but then he felt the blunt head of Hizashi's cock pressing against his entrance. His whole body tensed with anticipation, breath catching in his throat. Nemuri stilled her movements, leaning down to pepper kisses along his jaw. "Relax for us, baby. Let us take care of you."
The first push had Shouta seeing stars, his mouth falling open in a silent cry. Hizashi worked his way in slowly, giving him time to adjust to the thick length splitting him open. By the time he was fully seated, Shouta was shaking between them, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of being filled and surrounded.
"How about letting Yagi have a taste?" Nemuri's voice came out in a sultry purr, her eyes flicking up to meet his with wicked intent.
Yagi moved closer as Nemuri shifted to the side. The movement had Shouta gasping, still impaled on Hizashi's thick length while Nemuri's heat clenched around him. His eyes locked onto Yagi's massive cock, already hard and leaking. The sight alone had his mouth watering.
"Need it," Shouta breathed, reaching out with trembling fingers. His hand looked so small wrapped around that impressive girth. Above him, Yagi groaned, blue eyes blazing with hunger. Before he could even try to lift his head, Yagi's fingers tangled in his hair, guiding him forward. The first taste had Shouta moaning, his tongue darting out to lap at the precum beading at the tip. The bitter salt exploded across his tongue, making his own cock throb where it was still buried deep in Nemuri.
"That's it, beautiful," Yagi rumbled, his grip tightening as Shouta took him deeper. "Take what you need."
From this position, he was trapped in the best possible way — fucked from behind by Hizashi's thick length while Yagi's massive cock slid deep in his throat, all while Nemuri's slick walls squeezed and pulsed around him. He felt utterly consumed, used in the best possible way as they started to move together. Each thrust from Hizashi pushed him forward onto Yagi's length, making him choke and moan around the thickness filling his mouth.
Nemuri's movements grew erratic above him, her inner walls fluttering around his aching cock. "Fuck, you look so good like this," she panted, grinding down harder. "All stuffed full, taking it so well."
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as Yagi's cock hit the back of his throat, but the burn only made him harder. His whole body felt like it was on fire, caught in a loop of endless pleasure as they used him from all ends. Drool leaked from the corners of his mouth as he struggled to take Yagi deeper, wanting more, needing everything they could give him.
A sharp gasp escaped Yagi as he jerked forward, clutching the desk behind him like a lifeline. His cock shoved deeper down Shouta's throat, making him gag and splutter. Through watery eyes he caught a glimpse of what caused it — Nemuri had buried her face between the man’s cheeks, her tongue clearly putting that wicked mouth to good use.
The vibrations of Yagi's moans sent delicious tingles through Shouta's already overwhelmed body, making his hips stutter in their rhythm. His hands scrambled for purchase against the floor as Hizashi picked up the pace, each thrust sending sparks shooting up his spine. The pollen pulsing in his blood made each touch feel like fire licking across his skin, his body shaking with hunger. Nemuri's clever tongue had Yagi practically folding in half over the desk, his thin frame trembling as she worked him open. The sight alone had Shouta's cock throbbing, trapped in the velvet grip of her body while she feasted on their friend.
His throat worked desperately around Yagi's length, wanting to draw out more of those deep, rumbling sounds.
"So fucking hot," Hizashi groaned, snapping his hips forward with enough force to make Shouta see stars. "Taking us all so perfectly, like you were made for this." His hands gripped Shouta's waist hard enough to bruise, using the leverage to drive even deeper.
Heat coiled tighter in Shouta's gut as they used him from all sides, reduced to nothing but desperate sounds and twitching muscles. His world narrowed down to the points where they connected. His body tensed with need, a white-hot rush of ecstasy threatening to consume him whole. Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, Shouta's back arched off the floor, muscles trembling as his climax crashed into him. His cock pulsed deep inside Nemuri, spilling into her welcoming heat while Hizashi's relentless thrusts pushed him through wave after wave of bliss. More stars burst behind his eyes as Yagi's length slid even deeper into his throat, cutting off his desperate cries.
Nemuri came with a sultry moan, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around him. The rippling sensation combined with Hizashi hitting that perfect spot inside him had Shouta's toes curling, his body caught in what felt like an endless loop of pleasure. His jaw went slack as Yagi's thrusts grew erratic, thick ropes of cum painting his tongue and throat.
With a final snap of his hips, Hizashi buried himself to the hilt, flooding Shouta's insides with liquid heat. The sensation had him whimpering, oversensitive and shaking as aftershocks of pleasure coursed through his system. The quirk hummed beneath his skin, already stoking the embers of desire back to life even as he lay there gasping and spent. Gentle hands stroked down his sides as they slowly untangled themselves, pressing soft kisses to his heated skin.
His body felt like jelly, pleasantly sore and thoroughly used. But the hunger in his blood was far from satisfied.
"More," he begged between ragged breaths, his whole body quivering. Through half-lidded eyes, he caught the others trading worried glances, their bodies glistening with sweat.
"Looks like we're gonna need reinforcements for this one."
Shouta could hear soft voices through the fog of need clouding his mind. Someone was making calls, sending messages. His skin tingled and ached with that same need, making him gasp at the lightest caress across his fevered body. Hands kept petting him, soothing touches that only stoked the fire burning in his veins. Time blurred, measured only in desperate touches and whispered promises. When the door finally opened again, bringing fresh bodies and eager hands, Shouta nearly sobbed with relief.
Through the pleasant haze, he recognised Kan's broad frame and Snipe's lean silhouette.
"Holy shit," Kan breathed out, his eyes going wide at the sight before him.
Shouta's fingers twitched helplessly against the floor, skin tingling everywhere the others had touched him. The quirk still had him in its clutches, leaving him desperate and aching for more. His body was already responding to the new arrivals, cock hardening despite how thoroughly he'd just been used.
"Didn't think we'd get a show like this when we got the call," Snipe drawled, mask already coming off as he approached. His heated gaze raked over Shouta's debauched form, lingering on the evidence of their earlier activities. Kan was already stripping off his shirt, revealing rippling muscles that had Shouta's mouth going dry. "How long's he been like this?"
"Hours," Nemuri purred, running her fingers through Shouta's sweat-dampened hair. "And he's still begging for more. Aren't you, sweetheart?"
A needy whine escaped Shouta's throat as he arched into her touch. His skin felt electric, oversensitive yet somehow still craving contact. The sound drew chuckles from the newcomers as they finished undressing.
"Don't worry, darlin'," Snipe murmured, kneeling beside him. "We'll take real good care of you."
Kan's big hands circled his waist, lifting him with ease. His muscled arms rippled as he settled Shouta on his lap, making him feel deliciously small. Shouta's head fell back against that broad chest with a gasp, body already moving on instinct. The drag of skin on skin was almost too much. Snipe slid between his spread thighs, pressing teasing kisses along the sensitive skin there. Shouta's hips jerked at the sensation, drawing a pleased hum from the man. "Still so responsive," he murmured against Shouta's inner thigh. "Let's see how many more times we can make you fall apart."
Without warning, Snipe swallowed him down to the root. The wet heat of his mouth had Shouta crying out, his back arching sharply. Kan's grip on his hips tightened, holding him steady as Snipe bobbed his head, taking him deeper with each pass.
"Been wanting to get my hands on you for ages," Kan growled in his ear, rolling his hips up. The thick length of his cock slid between Shouta's cheeks, still slick from earlier. "Gonna make you feel so good, baby."
Shouta writhed between them, caught between Snipe's talented mouth and Kan's teasing thrusts. Waves of heat rolled through his body, each touch setting off sparks beneath his skin. The quirk coursed through his veins like liquid fire, reducing him to a writhing, whimpering mess under their exploring fingers. When Kan finally pushed inside, the stretch was perfect — just this side of too much. His thick cock spread Shouta wide, drawing breathless sounds from his throat as he sank deeper.
Snipe pulled off his length with an obscene pop, replacing his mouth with clever fingers that stroked in time with Kan's thrusts.
"Look at you," Hizashi breathed, drinking in the sight of him falling apart. "So pretty when you're desperate for it."
The wet slide of Snipe's tongue up his shaft made Shouta's toes curl, his thighs trembling with each skilled lick. His world spun in a haze of pleasure, caught between their demanding bodies. Kan's huge hands kept him pinned, helpless to do anything but take what they gave him.
Hizashi moved closer, tracing a finger along Shouta's jaw. "Think you can take more, baby? Want to feel my cock stretching those pretty lips again?" A hungry whimper escaped Shouta's throat as he nodded frantically. His jaw was still sore from earlier, but the quirk had him craving more, desperate to be filled any way he could. When Hizashi's length brushed his lips, he opened eagerly, letting the thick shaft slide deep into his waiting mouth.
"Fuck, imagine stretching him open with my cock next to yours," Snipe purred, his lilting voice rough. The suggestion sent a shiver down Shouta's spine, his body clenching around Kan's thick length at the thought. His mouth was too full of Hizashi's cock to properly respond, but the needy whine that escaped his throat said it all.
"Yeah? You want that, sugar?" Snipe's warm breath ghosted over his dripping cock. "Want us to split you open, stuff you so full you can't think straight?"
A muffled moan was all Shouta could manage as Hizashi picked up the pace, fucking into his mouth with smooth, practiced strokes. His eyes rolled back when Snipe's tongue teased at his rim where Kan's cock was already stretching him wide.
"Look how eager he is," Nemuri giggled from somewhere nearby. "The quirk's got him so worked up he can't get enough."
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as Snipe worked a finger in alongside Kan's throbbing length. The burn of the stretch only made him harder, if that was even possible. He felt like he was going to fucking explode.
"That's it, darlin'," Snipe coaxed, adding another finger. "Open up for us."
Shouta's hips bucked as Hizashi's cock slid deeper down his throat, the feeling of being pushed open making his mind go fuzzy. The aching pressure of being stuffed so full had his legs trembling, his body teetering on the edge of pure bliss. Snipe's fingers worked him open with steady determination, spreading wider until Shouta felt like he might break apart from the stretch. His cock twitched, drooling precum onto his stomach as they played with his body like he was their toy. When Kan's strong hands lifted him up slightly, positioning him just right, he could only moan around Hizashi's length filling his mouth.
The initial push of Snipe's cock alongside Kan's had him seeing white, pleasure-pain racing up his spine like white-hot lightning. His hole fluttered and clenched around them both as inch by torturous inch slid home. The burn was all-consuming as they stretched him impossibly wide.
"Gods, you're taking us so well," Kan groaned, his voice rough with need. "Such a perfect little cockslut, aren't you?"
Drool leaked from the corners of Shouta’s swollen lips while his vision swam, dark eyes unfocused and heavy with lust. Then they started moving in tandem, setting up a rhythm that had him sobbing with pleasure, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Between the endless slide of their cocks and Hizashi's relentless pace, Shouta could barely breathe. Every thrust sent shockwaves through his core, pleasure building to dizzying heights.
Hizashi pulled back just enough to let him gasp for air, cock resting heavy on his tongue. "You close, baby? Gonna come just from being stuffed full of cock?"
The words sent another bolt of heat straight through him, making his thighs quiver. He could feel it building, that overwhelming rush of sensation threatening to sweep him away. Their bodies moved together like a well-oiled machine, never leaving him empty for even a second.
Pleasure crashed over Shouta, his body seizing up as he came with a strangled moan around Hizashi's length, spine arching off Kan's chest as another intense orgasm ripped through him. His release painted his stomach in thick ropes while they continued using him, drawing out his orgasm until he was shaking with overstimulation. Tears flowed freely down his face as they chased their own completion, filling him up until cum leaked around their still-thrusting lengths.
The quirk pulsed through his body like a heartbeat, his nerves still raw and tingling even after being used so thoroughly. The burning need dimmed for a moment before flaring back to life under his skin. Maybe now it would finally— no. He could still feel that desperate ache deep in his core.
"Once more ought to finish it," came a rumbling voice he barely recognised. Before he could process what was happening, strong hands yanked him off Kan's lap, pushing his chest to the cool floor. Something impossibly large nudged at his entrance, making him look back over his shoulder. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of Yagi's massive muscular form looming over him, with the biggest cock he'd ever laid eyes on. Holy shi-
His entire body trembled at the sheer size of it. Even after being stretched by both Kan and Snipe, he wasn't sure he could take something that massive. But the quirk thrummed in his blood, making his hole clench hungrily at just the thought.
"You've been such a good boy," Yagi purred, his deep voice resonating through Shouta's chest. "Think you can take it all for me?"
Before Shouta could form a coherent response, the blunt head of Yagi's cock pressed against his entrance. His rim stretched obscenely wide as the massive length began to sink in, drawing a broken cry from his lips. The burn was delicious, each inch filling him more completely than he'd ever been before. "Breathe, Shouta," Yagi commanded, his huge hands spanning Shouta's waist entirely. "That's it, just relax and let me in."
Shouta's mouth fell open in a silent scream as Yagi bottomed out, stretching him to his absolute limit. His thighs quivered, barely able to hold his weight as that monster cock split him open. When Yagi started moving, the drag against his oversensitive walls had him seeing stars. Each powerful thrust drove the air from his lungs, pushing him across the floor until Yagi's grip on his hips was the only thing keeping him upright. Sweat dripped down his spine as that massive length pounded into him relentlessly, striking places inside him that had never been touched before.
"Look how well you're taking it," Yagi growled, his pace quickening. "Such a perfect little hole, squeezing me so tight."
The quirk surged through him with each brutal thrust, his vision blurring at the edges as pleasure built to a fever pitch. Every movement of that massive cock had him whimpering, reduced to nothing but weak, whining sounds as Yagi used him.
"Such pretty noises you make," Yagi rumbled, one huge hand sliding up Shouta's sweat-slick back to tangle in his hair. The grip tightened, yanking his head back until his spine bowed. "Let me hear more."
Stars burst behind Shouta's eyes as that punishing pace picked up, each slam of Yagi's hips driving him closer to the edge. His cock hung heavy between his legs, dripping steadily onto the floor as that monstrous length reshaped him from the inside out. When those thick fingers wrapped around his length, he nearly sobbed.
"Come on, baby," Yagi groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Let me feel you fall apart one last time."
His whole body seized up as he came with a scream, clenching desperately around the massive intrusion. Yagi's grip tightened as he followed, flooding Shouta's insides with what felt like an ocean of heat. At last, the quirk's fire dimmed with each hot pulse of Yagi's release, washing away the desperate need that had consumed him. Shouta went boneless against the floor, his body utterly wrecked and his stomach distended from being pumped so full.
Strong arms gathered him up, cradling him against a broad chest. Someone pressed gentle kisses to his temple, murmuring soft praise that made his heart flutter. His eyes fluttered closed as careful hands cleaned him up, wiping away the evidence of their activities with tender touches.
"You did so well for us, darling," Nemuri cooed, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair. The simple touch sent pleasant shivers down his spine, so different from the desperate need that had consumed him earlier. Shouta hummed contentedly, too wrung out to form proper words. His body ached in the most delicious way, muscles pleasantly sore from being used so thoroughly. The quirk's effects had finally faded, leaving him floating in a warm haze of satisfaction.
"Rest now," someone whispered — maybe Hizashi? Everything felt soft and fuzzy around the edges. "We've got you."
Safe in their embrace, Shouta let himself drift off, knowing they'd take care of him. His last conscious thought was that uh… maybe getting hit by unknown quirks wasn't always such a bad thing after all.
The rest of the UA teachers crowded around a monitor, feeling their own blood run hot as they watched their colleagues' impromptu show on the security feed. More than a few faces flushed red, while others shifted uncomfortably in their seats.
Across the room, a murmur of interest rippled through the assembled faculty. They'd never quite seen this side of their usually stoic colleague — or any of the others, for that matter. Present company exchanged heated glances, a few biting their lips or tugging at suddenly-too-tight collars.
Power Loader cleared his throat awkwardly. "Perhaps we should, ah, give them some privacy?" But nobody moved toward the door, too transfixed by the intimate scene playing out on screen.
"For research purposes only, of course," Thirteen offered weakly, their voice slightly higher than usual. "We should... make sure the quirk's effects are fully neutralised."
A low chuckle rippled through the room as several faculty members shifted closer to the screen. No one seemed particularly eager to look away, especially when Shouta made such pretty sounds.
"Anyone else feeling a bit... warm?" Ectoplasm adjusted his collar uncomfortably, his metallic face somehow managing to look flushed.
"Perhaps we should keep this footage," Nezu mused, whiskers twitching with amusement. "For... scientific documentation."
The gathered teachers murmured in agreement, already mentally scheduling their own "research sessions" to review the material more thoroughly. After all, one could never be too careful when it came to studying the effects of unknown quirks.
Especially ones with such... interesting results.