The Full Experience

"Well... If you're sure..." Izuku wasn't expecting this turn of events to ever happen. Not in his wildest dreams, even before he'd gotten his job. "Well... What do you want me to do?"

"Fucking... I don't know. You're the professional man-whore here." Kasumi blushed harder, more red dusting her cheeks.

"Kacchan, I need a little more to go on." Izuku shook his head, walking over to stand in front of her. "I've learned over the course of the last year that to be the best at my job, I need to know what makes the girls happy. Sometimes they like it rough, more like fighting than having sex." Miruko came to mind instantly, though there were quiet a few other heroines who really liked it no holds barred that usually left their pelvises bruised by the end of the night. "Some like it gentle, intimate." Recovery Girl and Lunchrush were definitely both part of that category, along with well over half of the other girls. "Some like to lead, to take charge and control the pace." Nemuri was definitely in this column, leading it by a mile. "And others like to let go, letting me do what I want with them, trusting me to take care of them how they like."

Izuku walked around Kasumi's chair, kneeling down behind her as he put his hands on her shoulders, feeling the warmth of her ever smooth skin (A gift from her mother's quirk, glycerin sweat, that kept her looking her best no matter the situation) as he leaned in close to her ear.

"Just tell me what you want, Kacchan." Izuku whispered into her ear, feeling her tense beneath his hands that slowly began to knead her shoulders and back.

"Grr... Just give me everything you got, Deku." Kasumi growled out, though the heat in it wasn't of the murderous variety. "I'll take it all, and show you that you're not as good as these so called heroines think, sex quirk or not."

Izuku took the time to silently ponder Kasumi's request, dissecting it piece by piece. The tone in her voice, the decidedly non-answer she gave, the way she leaned back into his hands as he gave her a gentle massage...

"I get it, Kacchan." Izuku smiled, leaning into kiss the nape of her neck. The action took the girl by surprise, as she stiffened as soon as his lips touched her sweaty skin.

Huh... Kacchan tastes kinda sweet actually, Izuku thought, licking his lips as he pulled away. "I'll take the lead this time." Izuku stopped the motions of his hands, letting go. "Just give me a second to lay out some carpets."

And in a second, he had grabbed three carpets and laid them side by side on the floor, thanks to his quirks. He appeared in front of the girl, who was still sitting in the chair, stiff as a board.

Taking her by the hands, Izuku pulled the girl up onto her feet. He drank in every detail about her as he did, burning the image into his memory as the last time he'd ever see Kacchan the girl. Soon, she'd be Kasumi, the woman.

She almost looked like a younger version of her mother. The same ash blond hair color, the naturally spiky style a mix of both her mother and fathers as she didn't have the bangs of her mother but the spikes went in all directions instead of just forwards like her father. It seemed, however, that she was growing it out, as it was longer than either of her parents. Izuku briefly wondered what she looked like with a Ponytail.

Her eyes, usually so angry, were avoiding meeting his gaze. The red as deep as her rage and determination were shining in a whole new light as uncertainty crept into them, hesitation making them seem less antagonistic than they always appeared.

Her face was, again, almost an exact copy of her mother, Mitsuki. Though Kasumi had almost no fat to speak of, her cheeks had a natural curve and softness, though you couldn't tell with how she was usually scowling or barring her teeth in rage. Without forcing her mouth into a scowl, her lips came together into a small frown nonetheless, almost a natural pout.

Kasumi was taller than him still, but only by an inch. And, at the rate he was growing, it wouldn't be for long. The girl was strong, and it showed in her arms and shoulders, though in just the right amount to be feminine even still, enhancing her already amazing looks instead of detracting.

Her chest, which was still covered by the scraps of her uniform top, was generous, easily just under Momo's chest size when the girl hadn't packed away food for her quirk. So that would put Kasumi as the second biggest in class, with a cup size of C. The bra she had been wearing as a risque thing, lacy and white. Probably something her mother gave her, Mistuki being a model she always seemed to have an excess of clothing so it made sense.

Kasumi also inherited her mother's curvy hips, and Kasumi's training kept her waist and belly trim and tight. A perfect combo, to be certain, with the panties matching the bra. Once again, probably Mitsuki Bakugou's doing more than anything else. They even had a little bow on the front, a pale pink one at that.

Lastly were Kasumi's legs, which were slender, but Izuku knew from training that there was a lot of hidden power in them, ready to strike out and wreck anything in her path. Like the rest of her skin, they were smooth and had the faintest shine, even in the minor soot dusting from using her quirk so often.

"Stop staring, nerd." Kasumi demanded, though the effect was lessened as she still couldn't meet his eyes. "Just do your damn job already!"

"If that's what you want..." Deku said, putting all his attention back on her face.

Well, she wanted everything, so I better give it my all! Not that he ever didn't give it his all, but this was something way more special, especially for Kasumi.

Izuku stepped close to her, one hand reaching up to cup her cheek as he pulled her in for a searing kiss. Izuku put all his emotions into it, hoping to convey them as Kasumi went wide eyed as he used his other hand to pull her flush against his body as best he could. He could feel her hands ball up, barely containing the explosions, but she didn't push him away or struggle.

When Izuku pulled away to let the girl breathe, he looked into her eyes, which were ever so slightly unfocused. "When I'm with a girl, Kacchan, they're the only thing on my mind. Everything I feel about them is the only thing on my mind, and I try to express that the best I can." His hand on her back trailed lower, gently groping her amazingly taut ass. "Did you feel it Kasumi? My admiration for you? My want to be closer again, like when we were kids?" He asked lowly, breathing on her neck as he **** her to look into his eyes with that intense gaze of his. "Even after all you've done to me, I still want to be with you, as friends, as a fellow hero, whatever you'll let me be."

Hey, Zu! The memory came flowing to the surface. A young Kasumi and Izuku playing together in the park, well before the girl learned what being quirkless meant, before she became the rough and tumble bully she would grow up to be. When we get to be heroes, wanna team up?

Y-you mean like share an agency? A young Izuku had asked, trying to continue having hope in his dream after the doctor had tried to shatter it even without knowing.

Yeah! Kasumi had grinned in a way that was full of joy and ambition, not like nowadays when all she had was cockiness and ambition, no matter the cost. Momma says at that point we might as well get married we'll be spending so much time together, so we'll get married then too!

M-m-m-married? Izuku squeaked, turning so red his head should have exploded from the blood pressure.

_Uh huh! We'll get married, and all the villains will fear the team of Lady Explosion and Zu! And that's a promise as a hero, so I can't ever go back on it! _The joy in her words was palpable, and the grin on her face was cute as a button but was already showing the signs of her will and drive. She would go far.

_And I have. _She thought. And so has he, I guess.

"Hey, Deku." She finally spoke, her eyes finally coming back to full attention. She looked down at him, her eyes burning once more with raw determination.

"Yeah, Kacchan?" Izuku held her gaze, continuing to grope her ass over the thin white panties she was wearing. Since she hadn't pulled away, he had no reason to think she disliked it.

"I fucking do, I guess." She said before she finally returned the kiss with a blazing intensity that rivaled her explosions, wrapping her arms around Izuku and hugging him tightly.

Izuku responded by letting the hand on her back join it's brother, groping at her ass and hefting her off her feet, making her wrap her legs around his waist. No stranger to sudden passion in his partners, Izuku gave as much effort in the kiss as she did, even more in fact, which only made her up the ante to meet him equally. Izuku couldn't help but find Kasumi's eager but inexperienced motions sexy, as she tried to wrestle his far more experienced tongue into submission to no avail. Izuku took the chance to walk up to a wall so Kasumi had more support, leaning into her mouth with even more leverage and all but shoving his tongue into her throat as he continued to **** her ass with his finger, hands occasionally moving up to run along her sides before returning.

As most heroines learned, Izuku had an almost inhuman ease at holding his breath, and Kasumi found herself pulling back from him as much as she could, taking gulps of air as Izuku let her retreat, a strand of saliva connecting the two of them. Her face was once again as red as her eyes, but she didn't look away. "What's the matter, Deku?" She panted, trying to smirk. "I thought you were in 'High demand' for fucking the shit outta the most badass women of the world, even if they're only extras compared to me?"

Izuku raised an eyebrow, looking at her before looking down at the remains of her clothing. "Do you want the clothes in one piece?"

"The fuck do I care?" Kasumi huffed. "The hag's always giving me new shit like it, trying to dress me up like a doll."

Izuku shook his head, but smiled. With ease, he pressed Kasumi harder up against the wall, holding her in place as he used both hands to rip the remainder of her clothing off, including the bra and panty combo set that had been in relatively good condition until then. The torn cloth hung loosely before he decided to shred what was left with help from Incubus Fuel, baring her entire body to him save for the socks and shoes she still wore.

Kasumi shivered as Izuku once again grabbed her ass, this time without even the minimal protection of her undergarments. His bare hands were touching her skin, so low on her body, so close to many places that she'd never thought of letting anyone, let alone Deku, touch. She held close, ignoring how she pressed her breasts into his chest as he walked over to the rugs he'd lain down earlier. With ease that had to have been borne of experience, he knelt down and lowered her onto the rugs, her arms letting him rise up once more.

With a grunt, Izuku ripped off his shirt, the dried, cracked and frayed fabric tearing easily and with a crackle instead of actually ripping. His pants were kicked off, leaving the green haired stud in only his boxers and shoes. Kasumi's eyes zeroed in on his crotch, though her eyes did take a brief respite to look over the rest of his body.

She had to admit, Deku had gotten pretty ripped from his supposed training.

Quickly losing the last of his own undergarments, Izuku stood above Kasumi, his maleness ready to do its duty once again. She seemed transfixed by it, blinking as if expecting it to go away or something. Her blush had grown down her whole body, her breath short and ragged.

Izuku crouched at Kasumi's side before he swung a leg over her, holding himself above her face to face. They gazed intently in each other's eyes for a brief moment before they kissed once more, putting every emotion they were feeling, had ever felt for one another, into the effort. Her arms wrapped around his back once again, pulling him down onto her naked body as she used her tongue to shove her aggression, her passion, her determination into his soul through his mouth. Izuku returned the favor, giving her the love he once felt, once platonic but having just now rekindled into something much brighter and hotter, his frustration with her over the years of ****, his will to forgive her even now and rekindle any friendship they once had, to take it even further if she so desired.

Once again, Kasumi was the one who had to break the kiss, leaning her head back as she panted with her eyes shut, sweat forming everywhere on her body in the heat of her lust. She groaned appreciatively when Izuku started kissing her along her jawline, one hand going to her breasts to expertly play with them in a way they never had been touched before. Down Izuku's head continued, kissing down her collarbone, down her chest. He worked his way down to her bright pink nipples, standing tall and pointy thanks to his efforts.

When he slowly licked around it, she couldn't help but let that groan turn into a moan, her hands drawing lines down his back with nails. When he gently bit her tit, wrapping his lips around it and pulling as he sucked, she dug her nails in even farther, sparks shooting from her hands without exploding.

Izuku spent a fair bit of time, worshiping her breasts, licking and sucking and listening to the normally cold girl make the sounds of desire as he massaged whatever breast he wasn't giving oral attention to. If she had the fortitude of any of his other lovers, her mind would already be halfway blank by now, and a quick look at her face confirmed that she was already completely lost in the haze. That was fine, they hadn't even got to the best part yet and that was sure to jolt her back.

Pulling back even further, Izuku found himself face to face with Kasumi's honeypot, slick with her sweet sweat and soaked with her juices. Izuku gave a gentle lick from top to bottom, enjoying how her legs clamped around him at the first touch of his tongue and she shivered uncontrollably as he slowly dragged his tongue up her slit.

He watched as her flower bloomed before his eyes, letting his eyes gaze upon her most hidden spot without any reservation. Her hands in his hair keeping his head in position was further proof that she wanted this so badly.

The hero student eagerly tended to Kasumi's pussy, kissing it and licking it and probing her depths with his tongue. Her juices were sweet, sugary sweet like her sweat, and left him wanting to make her give him all she could. And with the thighs around his head pulling him so close, she was eager to give them to him anyway.

Izuku **** his way back a bit, making Kasumi growl as he brought a hand up to her juicy cunt, spreading her lips as his found her love button nestled away, preforming an oral encore of what he had done to her nipples to her sensitive clit as his middle finger delved into her folds and found her g-spot, hammering both of her pleasure centers into overloading her mind with sensation.

Without any sound, Kasumi came and came hard. Juices flowed even more freely from her body, Izuku removing his hand as he applied his mouth to her groin, letting all her love flow into his mouth as her body spasmed in the throes of ecstasy, her hands firmly grasped in his hair.

Izuku waited until her legs had gone limp before he hauled himself up, bringing himself face to face with her once more. He looked into her eyes, her pupils wide as she panted, no strength left in her body. However, beyond the clouds of bliss, Izuku's trained eye saw that desire for more, more, ever more.

And being the type of person he was, he'd give exactly what she wanted.

Moving his hips into the best position he could and propping hers up slightly in preparation, Izuku cupped Kasumi's face gently once more, turning her limp head to him as he gave her a soft kiss, plunging his length downwards into her waiting hole which swallowed as much of him as it could eagerly.

Kasumi's back arched into him, eyes flying wide open as a cross between a howl and a whine **** its way up from her throat as he barely got the tip and an inch in. That wasn't as much as I thought it would be. Izuku thought, letting Kasumi finish howling into his mouth before he gently set her head down again. Has...Has she never even masturbated before?

It was tight, untouched, and so very hot and moist around him as he slowly rocked his hips back and forth, pushing deeper and deeper with every stroke. With every motion, Kasumi jerked as pleasure coursed through her, her eyelids twitching as her eyes rolled in their sockets, completely unseeing. Her tongue, so sharp and ready to cut deeply, hung out of her mouth as her body dealt with the new sensation that pushed down every single thought in her mind with the oppressive weight it brought to bear against her being.

Finally, Izuku bottomed out, his hips finally meeting hers, his length resting within her as she unconsciously clenched her inner walls relentlessly, a hair's breadth from touching her inner most chamber. If he **** a little bit more in, he could feel the tip of his head bump against a ring of muscle. He let Kasumi rest for a minute, getting back precious air.

"Now, Kacchan," Izuku whispered into her ear. "The is where the real fun starts."

In two movements, Izuku brought his spear so that it was barely held within Kasumi's body before plunging it in at full ****.

"GHK!" Kasumi made a noise like she was gagging on her tongue as her teeth clenched (Thankfully with her tongue back in her mouth so she didn't bite it off) as Izuku plunged his full length into her. Her muscled body rippled at the ****, her breasts rubbing against his chest as he once more pulled out and shoved himself into her pussy with enough **** to bump her cervix and further send jolts of pure pleasure into her systems. Over and over again, Izuku pistoned in and out of her quivering virgin pussy, untouched by even her own hands before he had taken her maidenhood.

Izuku relished the feel of Kasumi's pussy stretched tightly around his rod, the sensation of sex never getting old for him. It was probably another side effect of his quirk, but even after so much sex in the last two months alone, he figured he'd get tired of the feeling of sticking his dick in a girl. But no, not once did the sensation ever feel anything less than new, even if he could hold for longer and longer periods before his climaxes.

Kasumi, however, could not hold herself back. Coupled with the sensations Izuku had already led her to experience, she was coming nearly nonstop. While her body would twitch and jerk and move with his, she did nothing else, could do nothing else but breath and let Izuku work her over again and again as her brain was assaulted with Chemicals it had never felt before at three times the potency of any other person experiencing her first time, and could never build a resistance to. Whereas any normal person had at least masturbated once before, and thus had a baseline of what to expect, she had not so much as once even ran anything along her nethers in any way that wasn't purely for hygiene's sake. Never once had she probed her pussy idly in curiosity, or even fondled her own breasts!

Simply put, Bakugou Kasumi had never once felt physical pleasure, and thus had no defense against Izuku's expertise, nor his quirk in the slightest.

Izuku finally decided to try changing positions, wrapping his arms under the girl beneath him and hefting her up as he leaned back to sit. Without taking her off his cock, he went from pistoning back and forth to pistoning up and down, bouncing the insensate girl on his lap as her juices continued to escape the firm seal he was plugging her velvet tunnel with every time she reached the tip of his cock. He could feel his balls churning as the energy flow from Kasumi began. All the stress from her life, both internally born or that she had accumulated from outside sources, was drained from the chemical make up of her body. All the adrenaline from every fight she had left remnants that his quirk removed, turning it into energy. Every time she fought with her mother, the stress that came from the constant family feuding was pulled into him and converted into energy. Every time she had felt angry at him, it became his power as he erupted inside the ash blonde girl who had for so long used him as a punching bag or a training dummy, painting her insides with his seed as he pulled her in for another kiss, hilting himself deep inside her as he came.

Izuku let himself bask in the afterglow, enjoying the moment of closeness as he simply held Kasumi close to him, stroking her hair that was almost as fluffy as his. He leaned back onto his hands, Kasumi doing nothing but laying limply against him as his hardness did not soften at all inside her.

But Izuku wasn't done with her. No, he was very much a follower of the rule of three, as taught by his girls over the months. They all but demanded that even if they couldn't say continue, he had to cum at least three times in them. Partially for stamina training, partially for the fact that his quirk could take more stress if he continued to fuck them as many times as possible, and partially because they just really loved the feeling that came the next time they woke up. And he had only came once, after all...

...

Nemuri checked her watch once more, sitting outside the rooms dedicated to training students in Sex Appeal and Seduction. Everyone else had already come out of the rooms, mostly embarrassed or angry , and there was only ten minutes left until class ended.

"Midoriya and Bakugo will need to finish up whatever they're doing if they want to eat lunch on time." The dominatrix mused, looking at the door. "The panic button hasn't gone off, though I know it wouldn't be the girl pressing it in this case. Midoriya's just too sweet for that, after all. Though, given that girl's aggression, they might just be sitting there starring at each other. Unless..." A few ideas sprung into her head, making her blush as she felt both sets of lips get wet.

"Oh, maybe the blonde took the opportunity to have her way with Izuku, all alone and unobserved!" Midnight brought a hand to her face as she ran a hand down her hero costume. She had little to worry about, as she'd sent everyone off to lunch early so that they wouldn't be sitting in a room with that much tension in it alone. If she wanted to talk in on something, she'd rather it be an orgy, not a **** scene. And given how most of the girls felt, it would definitely end in the latter.

"Or perhaps they had a fight that ended in them rutting like dogs in heat on the floor, the sexual tension so great!" She could imagine it now, the blonde attacking Izuku first, the ensuing fight and before the two knew what they were doing they were naked and writhing on the ground! "Though, given Izuku's prowess, the girl would definitely be putty in his hands before long." She bit her lip as she traced the very thin material of her costume that covered her pussy. Oh, how she wanted to rip it aside and use her whip like how she first envisioned it before the support course denied her. And that was even before she'd been **** to have a costume at all! The days she spent at UA in her hero "Costume" were ones she would always remember fondly. Maybe she'd have to model it for Izuku sometime, just to see his reaction when he learned that strategically placed belts and a trench coat used to be all she wore during the times in school she could wear her costume!

Midnight slowly stroked her aroused pussy, the juices easily visible on the white material. She looked at the door, picturing any other number of scenarios where the two students, one her long time lover by this point, were getting sexy times going in the room. "Maybe I should slip in and see how they're doing? If nothing else, I can tell them they can come out now..." Though she was hoping she could get in a quickie with Izuku, if time permitted. She couldn't truss him up like she usually did, but that was fine. Her man needed some tender after care too, after all.

Midnight sashayed over to the door, eyes growing wild with lust. What youthful scene of debauchery would she see beyond the card locked door, she wondered as she used her faculty card to undo the vault-like locks inside the thick metal door.

The first thing that hit her was the heavy scent of sex, making her grin turn manic as her loins burned in impatience at the slowly opening door. The sound hit her next, the soft squishing of someone filled to the brim being stuffed with more man meat than they could handle and the grunting of her man going hard at his job of taking away the tension of heroines and heroine students alike.

When she could finally see, she saw Izuku pounding down into Katsuki, whose face was one of pure catatonic bliss. Izuku was holding her hips below his, the girl's shoulders braced against some rugs as the telltale lines of black came from Kasumi's body and turned pink as they met Izuku's skin, pooling in his chest before vanishing.

"Oh ho, now this is a scene I so do enjoy." Midnight gushed happily and naughtily as the door closed but didn't lock behind her, making Izuku look up at her without stopping. He was too used to the presence of his girls to be embarrassed by them seeing him in such a state. It's not something any of the girls he's been with before were strangers to after their first time. "Lunch is in ten minutes, Izuku. Now, why don't you let her rest so Nemuri can squeeze more of that youthful vigor from you while you tell her what happened here." If hearts appeared in her pupils, well, that just means Izuku was doing his job as both a stud and a boyfriend right.