The Sketchening - Mina and Jiro

Izuku watched the reactions of his classmates as the door to the Seduction training room shut behind him, very similar to yesterday with the only difference being some sketch pads and pencils on the table where Jiro deposited them. Mina was grinning, her black sclera and irises dancing in the light as she bounced on her heels and swayed her hips. Jiro, the resident punk rocker, was frowning with a prominent blush as she refused to look at him. That was entirely reasonable, given what they were supposed to be doing.

"Aren't you lucky, Midori?" Mina's grin only grew more devilish as she spoke. "Two girls at once, bet you didn't expect that!"

If only you knew, Ashido. Izuku thought, but obviously didn't say. He didn't want to make them suspicious of anything. "I'm starting to think Ms. Kayama has it out for me, to be honest. She obviously knows that most of the guys in class hate me for being paired up with girls constantly... and what she did yesterday."

It kept going back to yesterday, it seemed. Yesterday, or the USJ incident. While it was obvious that both would leave a lasting mark on Izuku's life at UA, he was not expecting to keep being reminded of them, or so many tiny ripples from what are both, if in different ways, huge waves in his social and academic life.

"Yeah, that was cra~zy, eh Jiro?" The pink girl poked the other girl with her elbow, finally getting the punk to look up at her with a tiny glare.

"Geez, how the hell can you be so energetic. Aren't you embarrassed?" She asked, almost incredulous.

Izuku quickly looked at Jiro, taking note of her body language. Her body is really tensed up. She's hunched down, her shoulders bunched up near her jaw and her ear jacks coiling slightly. Her hands are balled into fists, but her arms are brought up to hug herself. She's obviously insecure about her body, and the fact that she's half turned away from me only makes that fact more obvious. She shouldn't feel that way though, she's really cute. No one should really be listening to Mineta's taste in girls anyway. He's way too pervy and only focused on looks.

"Nope!" Mina laughed as she hopped behind Jiro, who was blushing as she shrank further into herself. "And you hear that, Midori thinks your cute!"

Izuku groaned, walking over to the wall and tapping his forehead hard against it. "I really need to get my mumbling under control." He chastised himself before turning back to his partners for the duration of class. "Sorry, Jiro. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He bowed to the girl. "But, that doesn't mean I take back what I said."

"A-about Mineta, or...?" Jiro asked, her voice doing its best not to crack under the weight of her flustered question.

"Uh, both?" Izuku told the girl. "Both are true after all, and I can't regret speaking the truth."

"Oh, Midori you sly dog~" Mina gasped playfully before she started laughing again. "You have that innocent face, but you're a natural womanizer aren't you? Ochako all but glues herself to your side when you're paired together, and don't think I didn't see that kiss from Tsuyu earlier, mister!"

"Wait, what?" Izuku asked as Jiro blushed and buried her face in her hands. "You saw that?"

"You bet your freckles I did, Casanova!" Mina finally moved from behind Jiro, bouncing up to him and putting her face so close to his that he can't help but look into her eyes. "I was watching you two closely after I noticed you sitting with her while we were out in the field. I wasn't expecting her to up and kiss you though, and just had to know the story!" She grinned so wide her eyes couldn't help but close as she sighed dreamily, leaning back as she put a hand to her head. "And wouldn't you know it, you've charmed our froggy princess with your heroic deeds! But alas, her prince will not be satisfied with just her alone! He's set on seducing every girl in class it seems!" She falsely lamented before she bounced back into his face. "So, c'mon. Spill it, Midori! What's your plan?"

"Plan?" Izuku quirked a brow at the bouncy pink demon of 1-A as she refused to let him look past her. Every step he took to the side she matched, and she stretched her body to keep her face in his whenever he tried to look around her or above her, her constant grin trying its best to burn every aspect of itself into his brain.

"Yeah, you know, your plan to have every girl in 1-A throwing ourselves at you." Mina told him like it was obvious, though he was certain that it was just another part of her teasing him. "I mean, I expected Todoroki to have the fan girls with his 'too cool and distant for you' bad boy thing going on. But you're apparently the more dangerous one with that pure good boy look and whole... everything. Am I right or what, Jiro?" Mina called back, turning her head as she bumped Izuku's waist with her hip.

"Don't bring me into this!" Jiro yelled, still red in the face.

"Ah, come on! Don't be like that, or we'll fail class today!" Mina pouted, moving away from Izuku to once again pester Jiro, throwing an arm across the distraught punks shoulder. "Just think, we get to see what kinda heat our class president is packing! And unless he's been slipping it to Yaomomo during those after school student council meetings, we'll be the first because Kasumi is seriously not the type to show off her goods or let anyone show off theirs." She stage whispered to the girl as she wriggled her eyebrows at Izuku with a wink.

"Alright, give Jiro some space before her head explodes from the blood in it." Izuku decided enough was enough, seeing Jiro turn so red she looked like she was going to pass out in Mina's embrace.

"Aw, come on." Mina pouted, pushing her lips out as her black eyes began to quiver with crocodile tears. "Are you seriously so calm when you have any straight guys wet dream **** on you by our hot dominatrix teacher, who is by the way totally flirting with you at this point with the amount of girls she's paired you up with? And you, Jiro, are you seriously not chomping at the bit to see the class's buffest cinnamon roll in the buff? I mean, seriously! Am I the only one who is having fun with this?"

Oh god, her pout is adorable, both Izuku and Jiro thought, watching Mina huff and move over to the wall with her cheeks puffed out. Her arms were crossed, and Izuku swore he saw her horns vibrating a bit.

"Sorry to rain on your parade, Mina." Jiro coughed as she tried to shake herself out of her funk. "I'm not exactly excited about being graded on how much skin I feel comfortable showing." She said in a huff. "But..." Her blush crept back onto her face as she found her shoes very interesting all of a sudden, Mina twirling with a sly and inquisitive smile. "I won't lie and say I'm not curious to see what the prez looks like without a shirt."

"That's the spirit girl!" Mina cheered. She turned to Midoriya with a triumphant smirk. "Two votes in favor of you going first, Midori! Go on, strut your stuff!"

Izuku rolled his eyes, but moved to comply. "I was already going to offer to go first if it made you two more comfortable. Just tell me," He finished unbuttoning his blazer, tossing it off to the side. "If you start getting to uncomfortable, okay?"

Mina gave a confident, competitive grin and a thumbs up in response. Jiro nodded, doing her best to not stare as she looked at him and then away every few seconds.

As Izuku lost one piece of clothing after the other, he noticed that Mina's grin grew... hungry. Like Pixie-Bob (Between Pixie-Bob and Ryukyu having the same first name, it was just easier sometimes to call them by their hero names,) Nemuri, Miruko or really any number of His Girls that were extremely enthusiastic about the physical part of their relationship. Her pink face was tinted with a faint scarlet blush as she devoured him with her eyes, unwilling to even blink.

Jiro had backed up a bit, her blush returning in full ****. She was covering her eyes with her hands, barely, peaking through her fingers as her ear jacks twirled and twisted themselves together. She jumped when Mina whistled as Izuku stood with only his underwear on.

"Holy crap, Midori!" Mina had jumped over to Izuku in an instant, crouching down in front of him as she molested his abs. True to her usual nature, personal space didn't matter as she touched him. "You are one ripped cinnamon roll! A cinnamon swole, more like! Mama like-e~" She giggled for a moment.

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"Uh, not to interrupt, but we still have to draw?" Izuku broke Mina from her abs-crazed daze by tapping her on the head gently after a full minute of her rubbing herself against him. In response, the fluffy haired girl groaned and slowly pried her cheek from his stomach. "Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah, no, I'm fine." Mina laughed, almost tittering. "But you're forgetting something~" She smiled a smile filled with both lust and mischief as she reached over to tug at his boxers.

"I didn't forget, you just started molesting me before I could ask Jiro how she was feeling." Izuku pointed out, not caring that Mina was almost begging to take off his last article of clothing in regards to embarrassment or anything of the like.

"You know, you're really unfazed here." Mina pouted, but didn't move away since he hadn't brushed her off.

"Jiro, how are you holding up?" Izuku asked, looking at the girl who had moved closer to the table. "You've been really quiet since I started getting undressed. Should I put my pants back on?" He asked gently, moving around Mina (Who grumped that her beefcake had moved away from her immediate grasp) to stand behind the girl. Not directly, but at least a foot and a half away from her.

"No, I veto!" Mina shouted from the ground behind him as she made an X with her arms, but Izuku ignored Mina for the moment. The one who mattered the most right then was Jiro.

Maybe she would be like Spitfire, the only heroine out of all of the ones he'd met with up to that point that he'd never even physically touched beyond deep tissue massages and chaste hugs. He hadn't so much as kissed the Heroine from the far North of Japan, but for all her aversion to intimate physical contact and nudity she was still very loving and doting.

Not that I expect Jiro to start doting on me or anything. Izuku quickly pulled his thoughts back on track. I just have to make sure Jiro is comfortable first. The obvious body image issues are going to be a problem though.

"Jiro, are you okay?" Izuku slowly walked up to his classmate, reaching out to tap her shoulder. "If it's too much, I can get dressed again. Ms. Kayama won't get upset you know." He offered the girl the obvious out.

"No!" Jiro whirled, looking at him with almost wild eyes. "No! No. I-I'm okay. Just... just give me a minute." She closed her eyes, rubbing them with the heels of her hands as she took a deep breath. She reached out blindly, touching Izuku's face as her own grew so red she was almost glowing. She slowly breathed out as she began touching his shoulders, her eyelids opening a fraction. It was almost as if Jiro thought slowly exposing her eyes to skin would acclimate her to it, like dipping her toe into a pool before and then slowly wading into the shallow waters. "Holy shit, Izuku. I thought you were ripped when I actually looked at you in your PE uniform yesterday, but it doesn't do you any justice." She breathed out, her jacks lengthening out to trace his arm muscles. "What kinda hell training did you say you did again?"

"I cleaned an illegal dumping ground for most of my training. Lots of heavy metal. Why?" Izuku asked, letting Jiro essentially explore his body through touch and slowly get used to being in his naked presence.

"That's what I thought you said." Jiro muttered.

"Look, Jiro." Izuku said, slowly putting his hands on her shoulders. She tensed at his touch for a moment, but eased when he didn't move any more. "If you don't feel comfortable, you don't have to **** yourself to do anything. Ms. Kayama said yesterday that everything that happens in this room is supposed to be only to what every person feels comfortable doing or allowing. Give the word, and I'm dressed before you can blink."

"No, Seriously. I'm good." Jiro shook her head. "I've just never been... all that great with physical stuff. I always freak out if someone so much as trips over their own pants. I keep trying to remind Toru that she needs to wear underwear for class, and to be honest her... 'costume' freaks me the hell out." Jiro shivered at the mention of their invisible classmate. "But I need to get over it. I looked up the stats you gave Ms. Midnight yesterday, and it didn't paint a good picture. If I freeze up over something on the field after I graduate, it's more than likely curtains for me."

Jiro sighed, closing her eyes once again before opening them fully as she looked at Izuku in the eye. She was blushing, an innocent timidity as her ear jacks wrapped around his arms. "Besides, Prez, you offered to help me train yesterday. I'm calling that in. You seem to have a real good head on your shoulders with things like this." She looked away, her jacks retreating back from Izuku, the tips of her lobe-jacks poking each other in front of her face. "I'm putting my trust in you, got it?"

"I'll try not to let you down." Izuku said, smiling at the girl with a small laugh. "Though, I have to admit I wasn't expecting you to call in my offer on something like this!"

Jiro pulled herself away from his gentle touch, taking another calming breath. "Alright... I-I'm gonna do it..." She muttered to herself, trembling hands grasping at the buttons on her uniform blazer and almost yanking them to undo them.

Should... should I offer to help? Izuku thought to himself, watching as Jiro fought to take even her top layer of upper clothing off. Her hands were shaking, and she seemed to be fighting her body's natural instinct to cover herself in what could be counted as an intimate setting. When she about ripped her blouse after letting her blazer drop to the table Izuku stepped up. "Here, let me. Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay? You don't want to pay for a replacement uniform, they're not cheap."

Izuku moved Jiro's hands away from her shirt, the girl blushing with a wavering frown as she let him guide her hands upwards. With a deliberate slowness to let her be fully aware of what he was doing, Izuku slowly undid her tie and started pulling on the arms of her blouse before grabbing the hem of it and gently rolling it up. It passed over her face for a moment, hiding her expression. As soon as her arms were free, they darted to cover her meager chest, which was already covered by a black bra with green lines that brought to mind digital designs.

"There." Izuku said, stepping back to let the girl gather herself after he folded her shirt and placed it on the table. "At least that's out of the way. Do you want to keep going?"

"Y-yeah... Just..." Jiro sat down in one of the chairs, unwilling to yet pull her arms away from her chest. "Uh, Midoriya? C-could you...?" She nodded to her skirt, lifting one leg. "I... I honestly think I'll pass out if I do it myself... But I need to get over this. So don't you dare ask me if I want to stop, got it!" Her usual determination shone through as she locked eyes with him, the blush on her face doing nothing to ruin the effect. "I trust you, so just... do it before I lose my nerve."

Izuku nodded at the request, touched by the trust Jiro had in him. He didn't quite understand it, but then again he still didn't quite understand why he had been given the hearts of so many heroines either after so many months. It was just something he didn't need to understand, so he dismissed his instinct to question everything for that moment.

Izuku crouched down, tugging at the hem of Jiro's skirt. He was extra careful to not so much as touch a loose strand of fabric from her panties (Black with a glaring skull on them. He wasn't surprised at all) as he pulled the uniform skirt down. Even as Jiro gently rocked and lifted her hips, a quick glance at her face showing her biting her lip with shimmering onyx eyes. They say that the eyes were the window to the soul, and Jiro's soul said that she had complete faith in him even if she was mortified.

As he passed by, Izuku rolled her calf-length socks down, pulling them off her feet along with her shoes as she lifted her legs daintily to let him easily remove everything. It left Jiro in only her small clothes as she sat in the chair. Izuku gave her a quick once over, taking note of her entire (Still innocent) appearance.

Jiro was a very petite girl. Not quite a waif, but she was very slender overall. Her skin, fair and healthy, was red from her face down to her chest. Speaking of, her chest was modest, not more than perhaps a B-cup. He couldn't quite tell, because her arm still blocked most of his view. Her hips were slight as well, but she did nothing to cover her panties beyond pressing her thighs close together.

She huffed as his eyes returned to her face in nearly an instant, taking in the shape of her hair and the gentle slope of her jawline. "Yeah, I know I'm not the hottest looking girl in class." She muttered and looked away, her jacks losing all tension like a sad dog's tail and drooping to dangle freely.

"I never said that, did I?" Izuku asked gently from his spot on the ground in front of Jiro. He'd not moved from crouching in front of the girl, simply tossing the skirt, socks and shoes under the table. "In fact, I think I said the opposite. You're really, really cute."

"You'd be the first." She grimly bit, though she did blush harder. "Sometimes my quirk sucks. I can pretty much hear anything so much as breathed out in a room, especially one the size of our class. Ever since the second day, some of the guys would occasionally talk about the girls in class and how hot they think we are. Guess who always came in last place?"

Izuku frowned at this bit of news. Obviously he'd not been privy to these meetings, otherwise he'd have already done something to reassure the girl already. He really should have after Mineta's comments yesterday, but he wasn't sure if the Jiro would have appreciated that. It was, apparently, something he messed up on. "I'm sorry, Jiro. I should have asked you if you were okay after yesterday's Art period. You seemed the most put out out of everyone, but I just wasn't sure how to break the topic without upsetting you."

Izuku reached out, briefly brushing her knee with his hand, silently asking permission to rest his hand on her leg. When she didn't brush him off or hit him with her ear jacks, he took it as permission to let his hand settle on her thigh. Her skin was hot with the rush of blood in her veins, but she didn't pull away. "I want you to listen to me very carefully." He looked up at her face, squeezing her thigh to make her look at him. "You. Are. Beautiful." Izuku told her, punctuating each word with the sheer truth of those words. "Don't listen to them, especially Mineta. He's too obsessed with breasts to see anything beyond cleavage and size. Each of the girls in our class is absolutely stunning, not just for their physical beauty but for everything else about them! Personality, dedication, bravery, absolutely everything! That includes you, so don't let them get you down." Izuku let the serious face he'd put on fall, once more smiling up at the girl who was even redder than before and breathing heavy. "Have a little faith in yourself. That's an order from your student council rep, got it? And if you can't do that, hopefully knowing that I think you're amazing makes it a little more bearable."

Jiro sniffed a bit, her eyes growing wet. "G-geez. That's really fucking cool of you to say, Prez." She looked away, rubbing at her face as a few tears leaked out. "Really... really know how to make a girl feel special." She smiled, one of her jacks lengthening to rest on Izuku's cheek. "Look what you've got my heart doing."

Bada bada bada bada bada bada

Izuku could feel her heart beat through her ear jack, his teeth vibrating in his skull at the tempo and strength of the beat. The girl was biting her lip, sucking on it as she played with the other jack, busying the tip of it wildly. "Y-you'd better take responsibility, okay?"

"Oh my god, you two are so cute!"

Izuku looked back at the other occupant of the room, his perception expanding beyond Jiro as the girl jumped. Mina was still on the ground, laying on her stomach. Her legs were kicked up in the air, waving back and forth as she rest her grinning, blushing face on a fist

"Don't mind me, just enjoying the show!" Mina grinned harder as they finally remembered she was there. "Seriously though, seeing you two have a moment was totally hot. Letting Midori undress you like that, very emotional and intimate Jiro. Nine outta ten for certain. Though the speech was a little corny, it touched all the right notes. I'll give that a seven, Midori. And the touching, oh, a perfect ten!"

Mina stood, her hungry grin never once slackening. "I know your plan now, Midori." She whispered huskily, walking over to the two of them. "Your plan is to be your hot, honest, innocent looking self until every girl falls for you, right? I gotta admit, it's pretty smart all things given. No one would ever suspect it." She poked Izuku's head with a finger. "Got to say it seems to be wor~king~"

She sauntered past Izuku and Jiro, taking a seat at the table. "I'm feeling a little over dressed though, so let me just..." She quickly shed her upper clothes, tossing them over to the wall. Following were her socks and shoes, so that the only clothing she wore were her skirt and panties. "There!" Mina fanned herself, letting her pink, perky globes of flesh hang out, the dark pink caps tipped with hard nubs. "Now, how about that drawing, huh?" She never stopped grinning as she picked up a drawing tablet and pencil.

"Right..." Izuku nodded, looking at Jiro. Patting her thigh, making her shiver and kept her blush going strong, he stood. "So, how do we wanna do this?" He asked, picking up his own tablet and pencil. "Do you wanna just draw each other sitting in chairs, or do you have any other ideas?"

"I, uh, I mean..." Jiro fumbled as her brain seemed to take a minute to catch up. "I mean, whatever works?"

"Hmm, I think I'd like to draw you all posed and stuff, Muscles." Mina said, tapping her pencil on her breast like it was no big deal. "What do you think Jiro?"

"I guess that works, if Midoriya wants to." Jiro said, her unending blush continuing to thrive in this situation.

"If that's what you both want." Izuku shrugged, putting his tablet down. "I'll let you two go first. Jiro knows I'm decent at drawing from showing her my notebooks. How do you want me to pose?"

"How about standing up?" Mina asked. "Flexing your arms and everything!"

Jiro nodded, half hiding her face behind her sketchpad. "That's cool with me."

Izuku nodded, standing up and moving a bit away so that they would have a full view of him before he turned around and faced them. He brought his arms up in a classic pose, curling his biceps as he tensed all his muscles.

Jiro seemed to mentally malfunction once more, her eyes going wide as she stared at him. Mina began giggling a bit to herself, licking her lips in a way not unlike Nemuri would. But after a moment, they began to draw.

Izuku held that pose for a solid ten minutes, keeping himself tense as the two girls let their eyes roam over his body. Mina couldn't stop grinning as she tried to fuck him with her eyes, openly staring at his bulging boxers. At least Musei didn't bring me a banana hammock or something, but I wish she still got these at least one size bigger.

"Hold up!" The pink-haired girl suddenly shouted shouted. "I've been thinking something was off, but I couldn't place my finger on it." Her constant grin proved her a liar. "You, sir, still have underwear on! Jiro, quick! Yes or no, should he take them off?"

"Eh!?" Jiro looked up from her sketching at the sudden question. "W-what?"

"Yes or no?" Mina asked again, pointing at Izuku's groin. "Dick or no dick?"

"Dick?" Jiro swayed a bit, her eyes unfocusing as her blush actually grew such that her entire body was flushed red. Izuku wouldn't have counted it if the girl hadn't nodded her head, once again shrinking on herself and hiding behind her sketchpad, peeking from the side.

"Yes!" Mina crowed, pumping her fist in victory and making her pink breasts wobble in her excitement. "Alright, Midori, you gotta lose them now, right?" Mina tossed her sketchpad on the table as she jumped to her feet. "No, wait, better idea!"

She ran over to Izuku, crouching down in front of him. "These aren't special boxers, right?"

"Uh, no, why?" Izuku asked, already having a feeling where this was going.

"Oh, just because I want to do this." Mina grinned up as him as she grabbed his outer thighs and let her quirk flow from her hands.

Izuku internally sighed at the lose of another pair of underwear that day. He trusted Mina not to hurt him, though his skin was getting kinda tingly as his boxers dissolved under Mina's touch. I just need to stop wearing underwear at this point. They're getting to be too much of an investment for no real reason.

Mina's eyes were glued to Izuku's crotch as the connecting sides of the threads melted away, his maleness left to hang as his undergarments fell to the ground. "Oh fuck, Midori..." Mina breathed out, letting herself enjoy the up close view she had of his meat tube. "At least we're even now."

"Huh? Even?" Izuku asked, only moving his head down to look at Mina. "What did I do?"

"Well..." Mina looked up at him, smirking as she leaned back on her knees, lifting her skirt. Beneath the green pleated was nothing but pink skin, her pussy and thighs glistening with juices. "Seeing you having a lovey-dovey moment with Jiro really got me all hot and bothered. Melted my panties right off of me! Kinda glad I paid a little extra for the acid resistant skirt."

I see. Mina's the type of girl that seeing anything slightly romantic gets her ready to go. Is there a name for that? A romantiphile? Izuku noted to look that up later before Mina grabbed his cock.

"Hey, how come you aren't hard?" Mina asked, almost sounding disappointed. "You have one pretty much naked girl kneeling in front of you, and another half naked girl in a chair giving you googly eyes!" She exclaimed, tugging slightly on his dick. Her frown turned upside down quickly as he began to harden under her touch. "Oh, never mind! You just need a soft touch to get ready I guess."

Mina turned her face up to look him in the eye, winking at him as she moved closer to him, still gently stroking his manhood. He could feel her quirk lubricating his shaft, letting her hand glide up and down the length with a touch as soft as silk. "Like that? It's an acid so weak it's pretty much water, but it still clings to the skin."

"Yeah." Izuku let himself relax a bit, though not releasing his flex. Since Jiro wasn't trying to stop them, he may as well go along with the outgoing girl's desires. "Your hand is really smooth." He told her, much to her delight.

"Great! But that's not all I plan on doing, big guy~" She said before opening her mouth wide and engulfing the head of his dick in her mouth.

Izuku groaned appreciatively as Mina moaned around him, pressing her tongue against his dick and savoring the taste. With one hand still on his shaft and the other in her dripping slit, she gently jacked him off as she moved the head around in her mouth, pressing it into her cheeks and stretching them out in an erotic display. She barely bobbed her head, keeping his tip on her tongue as her pink nose flared with her breathing.

With a wet pop, she pulled back and grinned as his cock bobbed in the air. She licked her lips, nuzzling her cheek against his length. "You taste good, Midori. I could suck on you all day and never get tired of the flavor." She purred, her eyes half closed with a smokey lust burning within. "I didn't actually expect that."

Without any more words, Mina engulfed Izuku in her mouth once again, sucking and bathing his cock in her saliva as she slowly moved her head back and forth. She was growing bolder, letting her head go down further, bumping the back of her throat with his head. She seemed eager to get him down her throat, as she started aggressively hitting the back of her throat with his tip, pressing down on it. Tears gathered in her eyes as she tried and failed to get it into the tight tunnel of her throat, but for whatever reason couldn't. The cute whine that she gave off in desperation finally made Izuku move from his flexing position.

"Hey, don't **** it." He told her, putting his hands in her hair, petting her scalp and brushing her horns. The shuddering of pleasure when he touched the antennae like protrusions made her stop, looking up at him with a look of self-dissapointment. "Mina, it's okay. What you're doing it really good already. Don't hurt yourself, alright?"

Mina sniffed, his dick still stuffing her face as she nodded and mumbled around him an affirmative.

I can't believe I have to coach one of my classmates on how to suck my dick without hurting herself. Izuku sighed in appreciation as Mina started gently bobbing her head, licking what she could as he ran his hands through her hair. She's really eager to do this though. Is she really that into romance? Obviously being in this room with a go ahead for whatever we feel comfortable doing is part of it, but it obviously can't be the entire reason. Ashido definitely doesn't seem like the type of girl to do this with anyone. I still don't get what makes me so special though.

Again, Mina popped off his cock, strings of saliva and drool connecting her lips and tongue to his meat rod. "Because, Midori." She started, really moving her hand now as she grinned up at him. "There's just something about you that makes you so damn lovable. You're cute, you have all the muscles a girl could want on a guy, you're nice and all I ever hear is praise from Ochaco, Tsu and Momo. Ochaco and Tsu especially, considering you saved both of them from certain doom and all. So you've got that whole Savior thing going too, and that's just so perfect for a fantasy romance! Any girl would have to be stupid to pass you up! The only thing that even kinda detracts from all that is the mumbling, but it's really not a big deal. Kinda nice to hear what you really think."

Instead of putting him back in her mouth, Mina moved her head to the side, kissing the side of his dick, sucking and very lightly nibbling as she continued to jerk him off. She shuddered, gasping down air as she came from her own fingers. But she still continued on, doing her best to make him cum through her own orgasm. "Ha... Boy Midori... You have some realy staying power..." She said, looking up at him with bleary eyes.

"I'm almost there..." Izuku told the girl, his words spurring her on faster.

"Where do you want me to put it?" Mina asked, her voice breathy with excitement and orgasmic high. "It's art class after all, where do you wanna paint me with this thing?"

"Anywhere..." He breathed out, feeling the pressure in his balls build up. It wouldn't be long now.

"Oh, come on. Tell Mina where you want it, Muscles." She cooed. "You've been so good to me and Jiro, I'll put it anywhere you want. On my face? My hair? I'll even do my best to swallow, if you really want me to. If it tastes as good as the rest of your dick, it won't be hard at all."

Izuku looked down at Mina, her blush prominent as she grinned. She was serious about the offer, and Izuku began to think of where it would be best to shoot his load. Her mouth was really warm and wet, and the thought of watching her swallow his spunk was enticing. But her face, already so beautiful, would also look good with a nice facial covering. The pearl white of his cum against the pink skin of her face and the red of her blush would make an amazing contrast.

But she didn't know he could give her a lot, either.

"Your chest..." Izuku settled on, figuring it would be the best place to start with his first shot.

"Oh, you wanna see my tits glazed?" She asked, pulling the hand still lodged in her cunt up to cup her left breast. "They are pretty nice, but I think they would look better with some of your special paint on them." She grinned up at him as she pointed his erection at her chest and sped up even more. "Come on, cum for me Midori." She moaned out. pressing her nipple against the head of his cock.

Izuku didn't hold himself back any longer, letting his thick ropes shoot forth to cling to Mina however they landed. They landed on her chest, splashing up to catch her chin and neck with such **** that she startled and moved back in surprise, letting go of his erupting dick to shoot upwards, landing on her face and in her hair. It hung from her horns in a sticky, lewd web that slowly dripped down to the roots of her horns and down her face, making her close one eye as the semen trailed down.

He breathed a little heavy, though he was still able to go for far longer. Mina looked up at him in shock, her mouth hanging open as she breathed heavily with lust and no small amounts of confusion.

"Sorry," He told her. "I should have warned you that I cum a lot."

"Holy fuck..." Mina breathed out, lips darting out to catch a bead of jizz as it touched her lip, making her moan. "Oh man, your cum really is good! And it's really thick, too..."

Mina scooped some of his cum from her eyelid, blinking the eye open again as she licked her finger clean. "You don't do anything by half measure, do you Midori? Break your bones training, let them heal up if they're not really bad while on the field, shoot enough cum out of your big dick to almost be a one man bukakke..." She murmured to herself before snapping her gaze up to him. "More."

"More?" Izuku wondered what she meant by that. Did she want to give him another blowjob or what?

"Give me more of this monster." Mina grabbed his cock with both hands. "I think you know where to put it next, right?" Mina asked with a sly smile before she let go and rolled onto her hands and knees from her kneeling position. She swayed her hips, rolling them as she lifted up the skirt. "Come on, you know you want to. I need it, Izuku~" Mina faux-whined, pouting as she teased her engorged vulva with her middle finger.

Izuku didn't resist the temptation, quickly getting into position behind Mina and lining up his shaft with her hole. He did, however, keep himself controlled enough to gently press into her rather than jam it all the way in. If Mina's moan and groans told him anything, it was that she really appreciated the gesture.

"Oh god, you're gonna split me in two with that thing Midori!" Mina groaned, tensing up as he continued inwards without stopping. Her already air tight canal constricted around him in pleasure, making her squeal in delight as he still pushed on. "Midori!" She almost screamed as she came once again, Izuku's throbbing mass rubbing all the right spots before bumping against an impassable wall of muscle.

Izuku took a moment to enjoy the feeling of Mina's pussy trying to gush around him but only building up an amazing pressure as her body tried to coax him to cumming already. He wasn't all the way in, Mina apparently having a smaller depth to her insides then most other girls, but that was fine. He leaned over Mina, his hands wrapping around her stomach as he breathed into her ear.

Without waiting for Mina, who was still coming down from her third orgasm, Izuku began pulling himself out of Mina's tight fuck hole. It was a slow process, given how tight she was Izuku didn't want to take the chance that it may hurt her, but he also felt her quirk doing its best to lube up his cock for an easier time for her. Thankfully it didn't sting, and Izuku had to guess that it was the same level of acid that she used to give him a hand job earlier.

Izuku let the tip of his dick sit in her entrance to keep her plugged, his dick coated in a mixture of her lady juices and quirk-made lubricant. Making sure his hold on the pink girl beneath him was secure, Izuku drove himself forward into her velvet depths.

Mina did scream this time, a throaty, howling sound racing from her throat as Izuku hammered her cervix. Juices both sexual and otherwise gushed around Izuku's cock, **** from Mina's lower lips as he filled her completely without even inserting himself all the way in to his hips. As Izuku pulled back, Mina's eyes rolled into her head and her arms gave as her animalistic cry of womanly pleasure died in her throat, the silence filled quickly with a wet slurping noise as Izuku pulled out once more.

Again and again, Izuku pushed and pulled his hips, holding Mina up by her stomach as her body went limp. Each time he pulled out, her insides filled with all her own juices in his wake, and each time he plundered her offered body she would gush out juices as she shook with another orgasm, each more powerful than the previous ones by great orders of magnitude.

With each thrust, Izuku gained speed as Mina's insides grew accustomed to his size, her body doing its absolute best to make him cum. His groin and thighs were drenched in the sticky mess that Mina produced, the scent of sex clinging to the two of them as Izuku pounded Mina's tight, virgin cunt raw. He moved his hands from her stomach (Noting that she had a fair bit of muscle herself that proved that she took her training seriously) to her breasts. He grabbed the fleshy orbs as they bounced, dismissing the fact that he smeared his palms with the cum from his first orgasm. He kneaded them, pinching Mina's iron hard nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and index fingers.

As his lips locked onto the nape of her neck, Mina seemed to find some measure of strength. Her arms braced her upper body once more as she finally began to buck against Izuku's thrusts as her head slowly rose up.

"More! More!" She yelled with a voice hoarse from screaming so gutturally as she had, her eyes unable to see past the tears of pleasure that leaked to mingle with the cum and sweat on her face. "Faster! Harder! Grab my horns, spank my ass, do whatever you want just give me more!"

_Well, I can't deny her now, can I? _Izuku indulged her, letting his quirks flow through him. Incubus Fuel sang with glee, the pink lines mingling with One for All's green lightning as Izuku's hips became a blur of flesh, churning Mina's insides like a tornado of sex and pleasure. He smacked her ass with a very controlled slap enhanced with his quirks, the sound of his palm meeting her rather plush rear echoing in his head like a lightning strike.

The squeal of rapture that Mina gave out, her entire body tensing as Izuku **** himself to stop as he came, pushing his cock head up against her cervix and sending every bit of his seed into her baby maker. Her back arched, showing off an amazing degree of flexibility as she bent nearly a full ninety degrees back (she only managed seventy five before she couldn't go any more), her arms going limp once more.

Izuku made sure to catch Mina as she fell forward, the pink energy demon entirely spent. Izuku pulled her back to his chest, carefully maneuvering himself so that he could sit on the ground as he cradled Mina to him. He looked at her face to see her tongue hanging out limply, a line of drool dangling from her tongue. Her lips were pulled back in a dopey smile as her yellow pupils swam in the blackness of her sclera.

Izuku felt the return of energy from Mina, the black lines racing down Mina's skin before touching the point where they were joined and turning pink. He basked in the scent of sex, the feel of Mina's smooth skin against him and the sound of her breathing as he ran his hands through her hair. When he gently rubbed one of her horns, Mina relaxed even further into him, an instinctual feeling of safety and contentment coursing through her body.

It was only when another scream of climax shattered the fragile peace that Izuku remembered that another girl was in the room at all. His eyes shot up to find Jiro naked as he was, her sketchpad on the ground by one foot of her spread legs. Her eyes were clenched shut, but not in shame or anger. Her hands were teasing her small chest, groping at the still budding flesh mounds. Her ear jacks were extending down past that, one all but forcing itself against her love button as the extended flesh wrapped tightly around it, the other teasing her hole with just the tip, swirling around and poking at odd angles but never going far in. She shook at a steady pace, biting her lips as Izuku could only assume her heartbeat pleasured her.

Jiro breathed out as she stopped screaming into her own mouth, her earlobes retreating back to a more normal length. She paid no attention to the dripping of her pussy juices onto her shoulder as she finally opened her eyes, finding his and refusing to break the gaze.

"Midoriya..." She breathed out, raising one hand and beckoning him with one finger. "Izuku... I... Please..." She didn't have the words, or maybe she just didn't have the guts to say them even naked and masturbating in the same room as the guy fucking one of her best friends that she made at UA. But the pleading tone was obvious, certain.