Archive of Our Own

Izuku Midoriya stood in the locker rooms, one leg up on a bench as he fiddled with his tights. When the teachers had found that half of the heroes couldn’t even touch their toes they organized special extra curricular yoga classes, and for this very first one it also just happened to be retro week. For the week they would honour their older heroes by doing things like they did, including dressing like they would have while they were growing up and training. 

He wasn’t quite sure that it suited him, though. The gang had arrived a little late to class, getting a little too caught up catching up with each other after being locked away for a week in isolation until the effects of a villain attack wore off. Because of that, the pile of complimentary outfits to choose from was already picked clean, save for the three rejects that no one else wanted. Izuku’s wasn’t so bad, just some short shorts and a crop top with patterns of vibrant coloured flowers over them, straight out of the eighties. Mina had also apparently gone out of her way to pick out personalized coloured tights for everyone, so Izuku had green ones under his short shorts, clinging to his muscled legs. 

They were fun, and colourful, and they did make him feel a little more energetic. It reminded him of the outfits he used to see on tv when he would wake up too early, before his cartoons came on, and there would be a show where a bunch of fit people would work out to upbeat music. Admittedly the outfits and how they made the presenters look was a big reason as to why Izuku kept waking up early. It was a big part of Izuku’s teenage years, to say the least. 

He bit his lip, idly running a hand from beneath his loose hanging top and down along his abs, looking over himself in the mirror. Admittedly it was rather exciting to picture a young, brash All Might in an outfit like this. Although All Might’s probably wasn’t quite so tight. One of the downsides of picking last is that the sizes were less than ideal. The loose top was comfortable, but the shorts were definitely a little tight. The others got off a little harder. 

“We look fucking ridiculous,” Bakugou scoffed, moving up beside Izuku. “Do we really have to wear this shit? I’d rather do it fucking naked.” 

Izuku had to laugh. It was rare to see Bakugou not be a hundred and ten percent confident. Usually he would just double down on his ego and insist he looked good no matter what. Honestly, Izuku didn’t see why this was any exception. He looked amazing, and it was hard not to stare. Bakugou had snatched himself up a one piece leotard, a lovely tight thing that clung to every muscle on his body, with a deep cut V neck showing off a juicy amount of his chest. His pecs had never looked better than they did now, squeezed together in that suit, and his hips stuck out of the skimpy high waisted bottom, its steep decline leading the eye towards Bakugou’s large bulge which the outfit did next to nothing to hide. 

Izuku paused there for a moment, taking slow heavy breaths as he was mesmerised by the sight. It took a lot to shake himself back to reality, taking one last moment to mentally bite into Bakugou’s juicy thighs. They looked so good in those pale red tights that Izuku’s mind filled with a thousand impure thoughts, but he managed to tear himself back up to eye level. He panicked a little when he saw Bakugou grinning back at him, a hunger in his piercing eyes. 

“Oh, um, Kacchan-” 

“I guess I was wrong,” Bakugou shrugged. “I really can rock absolutely anything.”

“Yeah,” Izuku admitted, a blush on his cheeks. 

The week locked in isolation away from everybody had been hard, but away from Bakugou specifically had been really rough. Sure, it sucked being kept in such a tiny room and not getting to really workout properly or exercise in any way worthwhile, but that wasn't exactly the only way Izuku was feeling pent up right now. Bakugou and Izuku had been key to each other’s release for a long time now, and to be without it left Izuku highly on edge. Izuku reached out a hand to lightly caress Bakugou’s arm, but before he could make it he caught a glimpse of Todoroki behind them in the mirror. 

“What. The fuck. Are you wearing?” Bakugou asked, before bursting into laughter. “What the hell is that?!” 

“It was the only one left,” Todoroki said, with a shrug. 

“And why the hell are you not wearing the fucking tights? If I have to wear them you do too, fucker.” 

Todoroki held up the tights in one hand, and pushed his other hand through one leg and out of a massive hole halfway up. 

“They broke.” 

“Idiot. You mean you broke them.”

“They’re not a very sturdy design,” Todoroki said. “Do you think I still look ‘Retro’?” 

That was one of the things he could be described as, sure. His outfit was the most scant of all, looking basically just like a thong attached to a pair of suspenders. Kind of like what old school wrestlers used to wear, or what it still looked like whenever American media showed a wrestling club which apparently a thing that exists. This was still even skimpier than that, though, surely. The long shoulder straps were thin enough to only barely hide his nipples, and even then it only did so when it lined up perfectly. It really showed off his torso underneath, looking as marble sculpted as ever. The unfortunate tightness also left very little else of Todoroki to the imagination, and Izuku had never seen a marble sculpture with that under their robes. 

“It’s certainly a… Unique outfit, Todo,” Izuku chuckled. “But yeah, you look nice and retro.” 

“Am I wearing it right?” 

“There’s no way to wear that right,” Bakugou said, flatly.

“I dunno,” Todoroki said, playing with the straps. “I kind of like it.” 

“Ugh. You would.” 

“Umm, well, whatever it is, I think you wear it well, Todo!” 

“Thank you, but,” Todoroki paused to uncomfortably pick at the crotch. “It is a little tight.” 

The others nodded along with a chorus of agreements, the trio taking an awkward moment to shift themselves to a position that was at least a little more comfortable. Izuku tried his hardest to keep his eyes to himself. Being locked away for a week had gotten him kind of lonely and bored, and now being around these two hotties in these tight outfits was kind of making his hormones rage, and his mind get cloudy. 

Bakugou turned, showing his ass to the mirror, and god damn Izuku couldn’t help but stare. No one could withstand a sight like that. Not today. Bakugou was most definitely having a great ass day. Most of his cushy cheeks were on show, looking so perfectly grabbable in that leotard with the fabric cutting a perfect v down the middle. Bakugou slid a finger underneath, trying to stretch out the fabric, but it was a losing battle. The fabric just wedged itself back, slowly. 

The only thing he did accomplish was to draw Izuku’s eyes further down, to where the outfit was failing to show any modesty at all. Instead, it hugged perfectly around Bakugou’s package, showing every slope, teasing every inch of him. Izuku was sure that he was blushing like mad, almost to the point of steam shooting out an ear, but he kept watching Bakugou try to fix the outfit, unaware of what he was doing to Izuku. 

“Time to go! We should go. It’s go time, time to be going,” Izuku stammered, flurrying his hands about. “We’re already late, don’t want to make them wait any longer, right?”

Bakugou shot him a quizzical look with a furrowed brow, as if wondering why he would possibly give a shit about them waiting an extra minute. Before he could open his mouth to voice his objections with a stream of expletives Izuku took off, pushing past him and heading for the door. Bakugou made a huff but followed, with Todoroki taking a last look at himself in the mirror. 

Izuku took a last moment to take a deep breath, and shuffle his short shorts around again, before opening the door and heading in. It was a smaller room than he’d expected, only fitting in about half the class. It was just the three of them, and all the girls. Each of them was also wearing some retro outfit, colour coded tights, and accessorised with leg warmers and headbands. It was a relief to see them all like this, because to be honest part of Izuku thought these outfits might have just been a prank by Mina, but she was wearing one just like everyone else. 

Well, not just like everyone else. Sure, the class’ sizes were all a bit mismatched and tight, and a bit of a flashy cut, but Mina’s was something else. Her outfit was most similar to Todoroki’s, incredibly revealing with only slightly wider straps covering barely more than the middle of her breasts, and leaving incredibly little to the imagination. Todoroki had his because he picked last, though. Knowing Mina, she picked this out herself, maybe even brought it from her own wardrobe. 

She smiled and waved them in, her outfit clinging to her for dear life as she made the exaggerated moves. Watching Mina suddenly made Izuku remember his own skimpy outfit and what it may be showing, so he tried to move a hand awkwardly in front of his package, waving back with his other hand to hopefully draw the eye. Bakugou just barged past, of course, barely a flick of his wrist before making his way to one of two free yoga mats at the back of the class. Izuku followed close behind, trying to ignore the rainbow clad class of women watching them go and whispering to each other. 

Todoroki took it a little slower, pausing to wave for a little too long until Mina gasped and pouted. 

“Todo! Where are your tights!” 

“They ripped… I’m sorry, Mina. I can pay you back.” 

She frowned, and Todoroki looked like he took psychic damage. 

“No, it’s fine. But you just volunteered to demonstrate some poses up front later, mister.” 

“Of course,” Todoroki smiled. “Anything to make it up to you.” 

Mina shot him a hungry smile, probably thousands of thoughts behind her admiring eyes of the things he could do. Todoroki didn't shy away from the attention, instead just nodding and falling in line behind Izuku. Izuku’s own eyes were glued to Bakugou, watching his butt shake with every step, the fabric of the leotard shifting left and right as his body moved. It was hypnotic. Izuku was too entranced to notice Bakugou had stopped, and walked right into him. Out of instinct, Izuku grabbed Bakugou’s sides to steady himself, but when his package was resting against Bakugou’s ass it didn’t seem quite so innocent. 

“God damn it, nerd,” Bakugou said, half turning his head around but not moving away. “At least buy me dinner first.” 

He whispered the last part so only Izuku could hear it, who jumped back in a massive panic and with a rush of apologies, but in his shame-filled frenzy he staggered back directly into Todoroki. Of course Todoroki wrapped his arms around Izuku’s waist, kind as ever, to make sure Izuku wouldn’t fall further, but now Izuku was were Bakugou had been only moments ago, with Todoroki against his back, and Izuku was overheating to the max. 

“This class will be good for you,” Todoroki smiled. “You seem to have lost a bit of coordination this past week.” 

Todoroki let go of Izuku, whose body immediately missed the touch. Deku felt so embarrassed but it didn’t seem to matter. As he took a shy step away the classes’ eyes stayed on Todoroki as they all seemed to be thinking the same thing. 

“Umm, Todo,” Ochako asked from the front of the class. “Whatchya wearin?” 

Todoroki looked down, inspecting himself again. 

“It was the last one there. Is it that bad?” 

“It’s… Unique,” Momo offered, stifling a laugh. 

“Well, I love it!” Mina called out from the front of the room. 

Of course she did. Knowing her scheming ways it was very much possible that she planted the outfit knowing full well that it would be the last one left and naturally end up in Todoroki’s passive hands. She always had schemes running like that. Izuku would have to remember to thank her for the pristine views of Todoroki, but judging from her smile she was already quite pleased with herself. 

“It doesn’t look too doofy?” Todoroki asked, moving the straps around as he checked himself out. 

He wasn’t the only one. The eyes of the entire room were transfixed as the fabric shifted, everyone practically drooling over him, until Midnight walked in. Everyone forced themselves to recover quickly and turn back to the front, though reluctantly. Bakugou and Izuku finally made their way to the third row of students at the very back of the class, with Todoroki setting up on the mat in front of Izuku, who was thankfully in the back right corner of the room where hopefully no one would notice how awkward he was anymore. He was also very glad it was only half the class taking the class at a time, because even with just the nine students in the class at the moment the room was already starting to heat up. 

“Attention, class, I have two pieces of news today and I’m afraid I’ll have to be quick. First though, I do want to say that you all look amazing! It really takes me back to when I was your age and working to be in tip top shape.” 

Izuku was really expecting her to comment on how revealing some of these outfits were, being a teacher and all, but of course he had to remember that it was Midnight they were dealing with. These outfits probably seemed tame by her standards. Even when she turned her eyes to Mina, who still stood at the front of the class, there was only a wide smile across her face. 

“Especially yours, Mina,” Midnight said, looking her up and down. “Reminds me of lots of old stories of mine teasing the gym bunnies.” 

“You have got to tell us sometime!” Mina said with a bounce. 

“Maybe sometime,” Midnight laughed. “When you’re a little older.” 

“Oh, come on! I’ve done tons of stuff. You can tell me.” 

“I’m sure you have, young lady, but unfortunately these particular stories would just be too inappropriate,” Midnight said, quickly holding up a flat hand to block Mina’s further objections. “Now, about the news. Firstly, as some of you may have worked out by now the air conditioning for the building has unfortunately given out and is awaiting repairs as soon as possible, but not in time for this class obviously. We’ve opened the windows and moved in the fans we could spare, which will hopefully help a little, but we are aware things may get a bit sticky in here.” 

“It’s safe though, right?” Tsuyu croaked. “We won’t get heat stroke or anything?” 

“Oh, it's completely safe, dear. In fact, it will only make the experience even more authentic! Back when all your favourite heroes were kids we would all have to work out without air conditioning. Just a bunch of people all getting hot and sweaty in a room together. Not to mention that the heat will help to loosen up your muscles!” 

Izuku gulped at the thought, trying to keep his overactive mind from imagining Todoroki’s muscled body in front of him shining with sweat, dripping down his sculpted back and inching lower towards- 

No! Izuku had to focus. God damn it, he had only been locked away for a week, he shouldn’t be this strung up. Of course the whole situation only got worse when Izuku noticed his own outfit had gotten tighter, and looking down it was very clear that the outfit did absolutely nothing to hide his protruding bulge. If anything it made it more conspicuous somehow, his hard dick barely contained by the fabric of it, making a very clear tent. He tried to readjust himself, but it could only help so much. At least he was in the back row and no one noticed his shame. He quickly started flexing his thighs, hoping to move the blood around his body and relieve the tension. 

“Secondly, I’ve been asked to help with some pro hero things that are happening in the city today, so unfortunately I won’t be able to guide you through our exercises. Thankfully, mina has informed me that she is quite the yoga enthusiast, and as most of you are no strangers to a good workout, I believe that between you all that this class can still move forward and be a constructive session for you, getting you ready for our regular hero training again after all your downtime. I’ve also taken the liberty of writing some quick notes on poses that you can try this class in case you need some additional guidance.”

Midnight opened a folder and handed Mina some papers. This was bound to be a fun day, Mina always took a certain sense of pride whenever she got to lead the class, and always had a well known streak of mischievous fun, keeping everything light and bubbly, even if she did sometimes get high on her power. 

“I will make you proud, Midnight!” Mina said, letting off a salute. 

“I’m sure you will,” Midnight smiled. “I’m sure you all will. It’s only your first class back so don’t feel too much stress to get everything perfect. I’ll be back for the next session to correct any mistakes with your form. For now have fun, and let loose, and get rid of all that excess energy you must have from being locked away for a week.” 

“Yes, ma’am!” 

Midnight regarded her for a moment longer, moving her eyes up and down Mina’s outfit as she slowly shook her head with a smile. 

“Oh, to be young again.” 

With that, she left the room to a chorus of goodbyes from the class, leaving Mina standing proud up front with a big smile stretched across her face. Everyone let loose the mandatory burst of excitement at being an ungoverned class, a few cheers and hoots, before Mina put on her best teacher stance and made a zipping motion, silencing the class who were more than happy to play along. 

“Well, well, well. Looks like you’re all mine,” Mina said, to scattered laughs from the class. 

Mina held Midnight’s notes and tapped them in her hands a couple times while looking over the class with a coy smile. She flicked them with a finger, probably trying to look intimidating, but unfortunately her loosened grip was beaten by one of the buzzing fans, which sent all but one page flying out the window in the blink of an eye. She froze, unmoving for a moment as she processed what had happened, then carefully took a couple of steps to gaze out the window. The pages were long gone, of course. After another pause she just threw out the last page and turned back to the class, clapping her hands together. 

“Welp, now it looks like you really are all mine!” 

“Do… Do we need to reschedule?” Momo asked. 

For a moment Izuku was shocked to see her wearing such a revealing suit, before remembering that it was basically just her hero outfit with some matching red leg and wrist warmers, for extra aesthetics. 

“No, no. Don’t worry about it! I know exactly what I’m doing,” Mina said, stopping to think for just a moment. “First off, we’re gonna really go back to the eighties and start with a classic warm up exercise. We’re going to put an absolute bop on the radio and do some dance exercises to get nice and loose, then we’ll move on to stretches, then maybe end it with some harder stuff. No sweat! Well, actually there’s gonna be a tooooon of sweat.” 

Mina laughed, and sure enough everyone seemed at ease again. It seemed like a pretty good plan, and the best part was it sounded like Izuku would be kept far too busy to get too distracted by any of the hotties around him. 

“I have just the CD for the music!” 

“Who the fuck still listens to CDs?” Bakugou questioned. 

“Uh, it’s retro?” 

“It’s lame.” 

Mina shrugged him off and reached into her bag, fishing out a pouch of a few CDs and flicked through until she found the one. She turned her back to the class while getting the radio set up, giving everyone a good look at her outfit from behind as she gently swayed her hips from side to side. Skimpy may have been an understatement. From the front it was similar enough to Todoroki’s,  but from behind it was almost non-existent. The back was such a thin strip of material that it couldn’t even be seen between Mina’s full cheeks, who had apparently decided that with her naturally pink skin could skip out on the leggings. She was fully on display, just the way she liked it. Always a risk taker, craving the limelight, and in that outfit she was only one wrong move away from showing everything. 

It was staggering how big the overlap was between heroes and exhibitionists. 

Still, watching Mina bent open in that outfit in front of everyone, idly swaying her hips as the fabric clung on for dear life to what little parts of her it could grip to and cover… Izuku let out a long breath as a shiver went down his whole body and he felt his mind let out a rush of dizzying hormones. 

“Jesus, Mina. You’re showing a lot, even for you,” Ochako said. 

Mina half turned around with a coy smile. 

“I don’t know what you mean. You’re all dressed pretty skimpy too.” 

“You fucking dressed us!” Bakugou called out

Mina just shrugged and clicked in the CD, before turning back to the class. 

“Who’s ready to get pumped?!” 

In typical U.A. fashion the class cheered back, and Mina slammed on the radio. Izuku immediately recognized the tune, but it was a version without vocals which made it much harder for him to place it. Still, it seemed so familiar, flashing Izuku’s mind back to his teenage years, being in his room on a hot sweaty summer day and watching the music video on loop while doing some less than righteous activities. Judging from Mina’s knowing grin, she’d probably done the same. 

“Alright, everyone follow me! We’ll start with a shake out! Everybody just jump around for a bit, shake out your limbs, get yourself all loosey goosey, here we go!" 

Mina jumped up, everything bouncing with her, as she started shaking out her muscles, flailing wildly at every joint. Her hair went crazy, flying everywhere, and her smile was huge, but Izuku could only stand there like a fool. His eyes were transfixed on her seemingly magical outfit which succeeded against all odds at clinging in place and covering the most delicate parts, though it still showed off far, far more. 

He moved to the side to see around the people in front of him, watching Mina’s body move, and hop, and bound along with the rhythm of the music. She used up the whole stage at the front of the room, moving around to make sure the whole class was engaged, but to Izuku’s eyes it was just a show of grabbable hips, bouncing flesh, and a whole lot of sideboob, underboob, overboob, really everything except for a slim line of centre boob. His mind jumped to imagine what it would be like to be underneath her, looking up from below at her bouncing above him. 

"Deku," Mina called out, snapping him rigid with panic. Her voice had a knowing sway to it, but no madness. "You're not bouncing enough, you're gonna be stiff!" 

“A little late for that,” Izuku whispered. 

He’d been caught out completely still, leering like a creep though, so he quickly waved a little apology and started bouncing around with the rest of the class. It was for the best that he shifted his eyes quickly away from Mina, instead centering them on the back of Todoroki’s head. Part of him wanted to just sneak off to the bathroom and quickly deal with his problem, but then he’d have to do the walk of shame past everyone, and with this outfit he doubted anyone wouldn’t catch on. 

“Alright! Great work everyone, let’s move into some side lunges!” 

Izuku made sure to follow the instructions quickly this time, lest he get caught lusting again. He dipped himself low on one side, flowing through the movement and gently bouncing and feeling the burn in his thigh. The class followed Mina’s lead, and switched to the other leg. Izuku got really into it, focussing on his body, specifically how the tight grip of his outfit caressed his shifting body, softly cutting into his thighs, and the feeling of it indenting into his ass was definitely not unpleasant. 

But, of course, if his outfit was doing that, then… 

Izuku looked up, his eyes shifting ahead to Todoroki. The class changed their lunge to the other leg, and Izuku watched as Todoroki shifted in front of him. His eyes moved down further to Todoroki’s ass, and sure enough it was almost fully on display, the fabric almost entirely eaten up by his cheeks. Izuku swallowed. Of course Todoroki had broken his tights, as well, so he was really putting it all out there right now. 

His mind entered a haze of lust, and he could feel himself getting lightheaded. Izuku was done trying to control himself, trying not to look. He stared intently at the perfect shapely ass in front of him, wishing so much that he could just get on his hands and his knees, crawl over there, and bite that glorious piece of meat before him. 

“Alright everyone, great work! Next we’re going to really stretch you out! Everyone reach down to your toes, or at least as close as you can! Feel the burn!” 

‘ Thank you, Mina, ’ Izuku thought, with a dumb smirk across his face. 

Izuku forced himself to follow the instruction first, bending down, but quickly looked up. The view had gotten so much better. Thanks to the pose he was even closer to Todoroki now, who was bending over right in front of him, reaching down to his toes as his butt raised in the air. It was so hot that for a moment Izuku thought he was gonna just pass out from the rush of blood. Thanks to the new angle, and the tight fit of the leotard that clung so well, Izuku had a perfect view of Todoroki’s entire package between his legs. The bulge of his shapely balls from behind, slowly shifting as Todoroki stretched down, made Izuku bite his lip. Not to mention the outline of his cock that practically showed the damn veins through the fabric. 

Painfully, Izuku tore his gaze away so that Mina wouldn’t catch him again, and it seemed to be good timing as she clapped her hands together and addressed the class. It was a very saddening thought that this pose would be over, but knowing Mina there would be more moments of bliss in store for him. 

“No, let’s all get down and start doing some back extensions! Everyone lay on your front, then stretch your torso back up while keeping your legs firmly planted on the mat, alright? Alright!” 

Todoroki, ever the model student, shifted into the pose immediately, and with a fair amount of grace. He’s probably had to do this stuff since his birth or something. Izuku could Imagine Endeavour screaming at his son that he had to have perfect form and flexibility to not to be such a disappointment. So of course Todoroki’s form was perfect, and the curve his body made was beautiful. One perfect line from the nape of his neck, trailing down his spine, and reaching to his ass. It always comes back to that. No matter where Izuku looked, or what he tried to distract himself with, his eyes just couldn’t resist that ass. It’s like it had its own gravity about it. 

Izuku shifted into the pose himself, struggling to conceal a sharp gasp as he did. His body had slid only slightly against the mat as he raised his torso, but that one movement alone, gently grazing his shaft along the mat, was enough to start a fire in him. His head was well and truly buzzing now. Of course! Now was the perfect time to get away with it, no one would know. He held the pose so no one would catch on, but kept slightly rocking his legs back and forth, lightly grinding against the yoga mat as he made sure to keep his breath steady, fighting against his quickening heartbeat. His eyes never left Todoroki’s body, using him as the perfect inspiration. 

Todoroki laying there, Izuku could so easily imagine crawling over there, and getting on top of him. Todoroki could just keep posing if he wanted to, and Izuku could rest his package against Todoroki’s ass, nestled in his cheeks, and kiss up and down his neck. Izuku imagined how those firm cheeks would feel around his hard pulsing cock, what it would sound like if their breath quickened together, if kisses turned to bites, if- 

“Okay!” Mina shouted out, with another clap, snapping Izuku from his fantasy. “Next, we’re going to do some leg lifts. Everyone, roll onto your right side, then we’re going to raise our legs up as high as we can! Don’t hurt yourself, though, there’s a long way left to go!” 

The class rolled onto their sides as commanded, but Izuku hesitated. Partly because he didn’t want to stop fucking himself against the mat, but mostly because if he followed orders, then the mat wouldn’t be hiding his shame. The only solace was that being at the back right of the room meant that no one would really be able to see him anyway, even Mina was down in her pose, and Ochako and Momo were blocking the line of sight between them. That meant the only way Izuku would be seen, is if he took too long to change pose and someone saw him out of the corner of their eye or something. 

To stay hidden, he had to expose himself. 

Reluctantly, he turned onto his side and held his leg high. It was terrifying at first, but the longer he held the pose and exposed himself, the more exciting it felt. It was such a lewd thing, his pulsing dick flexing hard against the fabric which barely contained it. The tip was wet with precum, leaving a slight trail down his tiny shorts from where he’d been grinding. Anyone could turn and see him at any moment. Maybe Todoroki would look down to check on him, or maybe Bakugou, who, given the change in angle, was now the one in Izuku’s gaze. 

Izuku realised he had a whole new view to enjoy. Bakugou’s form wasn’t as diagram perfect as Todoroki’s, but he had more of a natural, less rigid approach. It wasn’t the best pose to show off his fluid moves, since he was really just kind of laying there, but that’s alright. There was plenty else to look at, especially since Bakugou’s tights seemed to have buckled under his bulging muscled body, gently tearing and stretching, holes forming in some very tasty places. Today was a good day to be an ass guy. Izuku couldn’t wipe the goofy smile from his freckled face. He felt like a kid in a candy store, or a pervert in some kind of ass factory. 

All Izuku wanted in this world right now was to inch forward, slowly shuffling until he was pressed against Bakugou. He wanted to feel their skin touch, the static electric of their fabric moving against each other. He longed to run his hands over him, grabbing what he wanted, moving Bakugou’s hands towards what he wanted to be grabbed of his. Izuku was practically drooling when Bakugou suddenly shifted. For a moment Izuku thought it was over, that Bakugou would see him in this state of his depravity, but only Bakugou’s hand moved back. 

It went down toward his ass, where his cheeks had swallowed far too much of the fabric for comfort. He ran a single finger under and along the seam of the leotard, trying to get it back to a comfortable position, but of course Bakugou was impatient, and ended up yanking at the fabric, pulling it out and away from his butt before putting it back down at the base of his cheeks, but in that brief moment Izuku had seen so much. The eyes are the window to the soul, and the rips in Bakugou’s tights and the impatience of his hands is the window to glimpsing his balls, apparently, and Izuku was living for it.

Izuku wanted to drag himself over there, use his own finger to hold Bakugou’s outfit aside, and caress those trimmed balls with his tongue. He closed his eyes, imagining how it would feel, how he would savour it, how he could watch Bakugou struggle not to make a sound as Izuku would tease him. How well could Bakugou hold his silence when Izuku bit down on bakugou’s ass, slowly nibbling and kissing his way to his hole and giving it another kiss, feeling Bakugou move back for him, silently demanding more. Izuku opened his eyes to refresh his image of Bakugou again, but instead found Bakugou staring him down, his face contorted into a confused glare. 

The entire class had turned around for the other leg of the pose. 

They stared each other down, and time seemed to slow. Bakugou’s eyes darted from Izuku’s face, down to his dick, which at this point was a complete mess with precum, and he hadn’t even realized his hand had moved down to gently touch himself. Izuku felt his soul leave his body, he had been too worked up to even hear the class, which is surprising cause Mina yelled like a jackhammer. Thankfully the rest of the class seemed not to be looking directly at him, so at worst he just looked like an idiot. He did the only thing he could at this point, and turned over. He wanted to disappear, he wanted Bakugou and the class to disappear, but then he had a better idea. 

Bakugou was behind him now, probably still staring. 

It was Izuku’s chance for payback. If he played his cards right then he could tease Bakugou into pinning him down right here, within minutes. The rest of the class be damned, they had been locked up for far too long. It was a pretty horny campus at the best of times, everyone walking around super fit, looking like golden gods in the tightest little spandex, constantly filled with hormones and adrenaline. Now though, after being locked apart, with no way for the kind of satisfying release that they’d all gotten used to, then suddenly released into a hot, sweaty room and barely clothed, and made to show off their bodies and flexibility? Yeah, he was ready to get fucked. 

The only thing standing between Izuku and any semblance of civility was the thinnest piece of fabric, and some apparently very flimsy tights. Unfortunately Izuku was always raised to be a good boy, a sweet flower, so he couldn’t exactly rip open his own tights and just spread his ass for Bakugou. What he could do, however, is do his best to be as sultry as possible, seducing Bakugou into taking what he wanted. Izuku couldn’t be blamed for that, right? 

He was facing the wall now, but knew damn well that Bakugou was staring. With his leg still raised in the air, he moved a hand forward, slowly, making sure it stayed out of Bakugou’s sight. He pinched the front of his shorts and gently tugged them up and forward, the shorts slowly revealing more of his own ass to Bakugou behind him. Izuku tried his best to keep up at least the facade of exercise, but slowly began wiggling his body up and down as he stretched. He wanted to wave it in front of Bakugou’s face like meat before a lion, but it was getting to him, too. With a free hand Izuku slipped under his crop top, lightly squeezing his breast as he imagined what Bakugou must be thinking right now. 

But he didn’t have to imagine for long. 

A warm body pressed up to Izuku’s back. Apparently Bakugou didn’t much care that that anyone behind him could see what he was doing. He did keep his leg up in the air, a vague attempt to keep up the crumbling guise, but already his hand was roaming over Izuku’s body. This was all too easy, but at least it was comforting to know that Izuku wasn’t the only one feeling so eager. Judging from the warmth on Izuku’s back, all of Bakugou was ready. 

“Fucking hell, Deku,” Bakugou whispered into his ear. “Look at you.” 

Izuku looked back at Bakugou, who was grinning a wicked, fanged smile as he ran his strong hands down Izuku’s stomach and slipped it underneath his shorts. His hands didn’t recoil at the wetness, instead blindly taking some on his finger and running it down Izuku’s shaft, teasing him when he knew damn well all Izuku wanted was to be shoved down and taken. 

“You little freak,” Bakugou scoffed. “You got this hard, around all your friends, just ‘cause of my ass?” 

Izuku knew he should just say yes and stroke Bakugou’s ego, so that he’d stroke his cock, but he couldn’t help but turn his head to where Todoroki was still stretching himself out, oblivious.  The shift in his gaze said all it had to say to Bakugou, though, who moved his hand to Izuku’s chin and stole it back. 

“What, for him?” Bakugou snarled. “One week away and you think you can forget who owns you?” 

Izuku whimpered. 

“You’re supposed to be my little slut.” 

The words made Izuku’s hair stand on end, and forced a breath to escape his waiting lips. He could feel Bakugou’s hardness pressed into his back, the tantalising tip that was held back by the thinnest fabric grazing along the cheek of Izuku’s ass. With a slight shift in stance, Izuku moved himself to trap Bakugou’s cock between his cheeks, and Bakugou seemed more than happy to oblige with a few long, slow strokes against Izuku. 

“That’s better,” Bakugou said. 

Izuku’s breath ran ragged as Bakugou started moving in earnest, gliding his dick between Izuku’s cheeks. Only the soft fabric of their outfits held them back, but that was so thin that Izuku could practically make out the shape of Bakugou’s head. Strong hands reached forward and started running over Izuku, feeling his abs, tracing every muscle. Bakugou took another small serving of Izuku’s wetness on his finger, and brought it up to Izuku’s mouth, who didn’t even hesitate before lunging forward and sucking Bakugou’s finger.  

“Greedy boy,” Bakugou tutted. “Fuck I missed you.” 

Izuku’s heart melted, and his body overheated. He turned to kiss Bakugou, taking the chance to seize his tongue. It had been hell being locked away from each other, having to live only a few walls away but being unable to meet. They had survived off sending pictures back and forth, but the teasing only made it more unbearable. The video call near the end helped a lot, but nothing compared to Bakugou’s hands actually roaming over his body and grabbing what he wanted. Izuku was completely at the mercy of his touch. 

“Okay everyone!” Mina said, jumping to her feet. 

‘ No, fuckl, are you kidding me, Mina? Not now… ’ Izuku thought. 

Bakugou let out a contempt growl and reluctantly pulled his hands away from Izuku and moved backwards, but not all the way back to his own mat. At least the last position in the back row was meant to be Mina’s, so thankfully it was left empty. That meant only the mid row had maybe seen them, not that Izuku had cared in the moment. 

“Alright, for this next one I’m gonna get a volunteer to come up, so that I can,” Mina paused, her face scrunching in concentration. “So I can show off the different muscle groups. Yeah! That makes sense.” 

Izuku rolled his eyes. It was pretty clear Mina was just as worked up as he was. Her cheeks were flushed, and she was eyeing the class like a cheetah choosing their prey. It was comforting to know Izuku wasn’t alone in his struggle. Mina barely seemed to be hiding her blatant eagerness, in fact she seemed to be savouring it. Everyone was looking at her standing with pride, and if you didn’t know her you wouldn’t guess that she knew her outfit had slipped. The straps had tried their best, but at some point they lost their battle and now laid slightly looser at the side of her perky breasts. 

“Let’s have a look,” Mina said, shamelessly. “Eeny, meeny, miny, To! Todoroki, come on up here!” 

Todoroki stood without complaint, ever obedient, and went to the front. Izuku’s eyes didn’t wander, they sprinted down to scan his body. Even innocent Todoroki was resting at half mast. Discipline could only resist so much, it seems. He saw Ochako lean over to Jirou beside her and whisper something, but when Hagakure laughed Izuku almost jumped from his skin. He had completely forgotten she was there, which was easy to do when she was completely invisible. But, if she’s completely invisible that means she isn’t wearing her- 

“Okay! So now we’re going to be doing some, uhhh… Something with the Todoroki. I mean the torso. I mean the Todoroki torso. We can do that thing where you twist at the waist and stuff,” Mina said, clearly distracted by Todoroki’s body. “Yeah, and um, we’ll be paying very, very close attention to Todoroki’s body to see how we can engage his body.” 

Izuku knew this was all Mina’s plan, but he at least thought that she knew how to do yoga. He was starting to doubt that, though. Of course it was possible that her IQ was just dropping as her arousal rose, which would be very fair, and very relatable. 

“I see,” Todoroki said, nodding along as though it made sense. “Do you need me to remove anything for the demonstration, so that the class can see better?” 

“Yes!” Mina shouted, unable to contain her excitement. ‘I mean, yeah, sure, for the demonstration.” 

“Of course,” Todoroki smiled. 

Mina nodded eagerly as Todoroki reached up and pulled the straps from his shoulder, which fell down with ease. They were barely covering his chest anyway, but somehow the act itself still held a lot of immodesty. The class went silent, everyone watching with great interest. The only one who tried to look away was Momo, but even her manners failed here. It was clear Todoroki was enjoying the attention, all part of reclaiming his body as his own sexy vessel, instead of as an object simply meant to inherit a legacy. He smiled coyly towards Mina, who fanned herself with her hand. Todoroki’s outfit hung at the top of his hips, and he slipped his thumbs inside, ready to pull them down further. 

“You like watching, don’t you, Deku?” Bakugo’s hands once again found Izuku. 

Izuku could only manage a nod. 

“You want him to do it, don’t you? To go all the way?” 

Another helpless nod. 

Todoroki’s outfit came a little lower, showing off even more skin. The muscles on his stomach pointed down from his hips to what lay even lower, drawing the eye like a siren to the depths. Todoroki held it there, looking over the crowd, and then back to Mina, waiting for an order. She walked carefully around him, slowly, like a predator stalking its prey. Todoroki was used to inspections from his prestigious upbringing, but when Mina ran a finger down his bicep even he shivered slightly. 

Bakugou mimicked the movement down Izuku’s arm, and goosebumps rose in the wake of his finger. Still, Izuku’s forced his eyes to tear away from the sight of Todoroki. He wanted to see how the room was reacting to this, and as he expected, they all seemed more or less on edge as he was. The class had always been close, going through so much together in their short time together at the university, not just with the training and villain attacks, but also with how thin the walls of these dorms were they had no choice but to become very familiar. Things had been trending more blatant for a while, but this? Mina was pushing the boundaries… 

Izuku found his eyes resting on Momo. From behind he couldn’t see too much of her expression, but he could make out the lovely view from behind, but what caught his attention more was her arm moving slowly in front of her, in small motions. Izuku couldn’t help but grin as he witnessed the moment she probably thought was so subtle and hidden. His eyes only lingered a moment before moving on, though. For all he knew Momo had seen his own antics and looked away gracefully, it was the least he could do in return. 

Todoroki moved the waist a little lower, showing off the tip of his neatly trimmed pubes and now leaving extremely little to the imagination. Any further down and he’d have no secrets left to hide. An inch lower and Todoroki would be standing at the front of the room, completely on show, standing at attention, everyone staring at his throbbing- 

“I have to go!” Momo shouted, jumping to her feet. 

Her face was flushed bright red, and her hair was wild. She avoided eye contact as best she could and made for the door, darting between the class. Mina took a couple steps towards her, reaching out and opening her mouth to speak, probably to convince her to stay, but Momo turned around before she could. Momo still refused eye contact, but she took a couple steps and shot her arm out to Jirou, offering her hand. Jirou barely hesitated before taking it and following Momo out of the room giggling. 

Everyone was left a little speechless. Even Bakugou withdrew his wandering hands. They all knew where the two were running off to, or at least what they were running off to do. Mina looked a little panicked, sensing that she was losing the crowd and probably expecting others to start to follow for their own private affairs. That seemed against her plan though, she wanted everyone here, and Izuku could see her desperately trying to see how to do it. 

Quickly, she jumped into action, clapping her hands again to recapture the room. 

“Okay! They’re excused for, um, obvious reasons,” Mina said, with a bit of a giggle herself. “For the rest of you, you’re not off the hook yet!” 

“I don’t know, Mina,” Ochako said.

Knowing Ochako, she’d probably be the next to leave. She could flirt up a storm, but the minute the pressure was turned back on her she was known to get a bit overheated and scatter. Mina must have known that, because she turned her focus to Ochako entirely. 

“Oh, come on, girlie! Don’t worry, class is almost over. One last exercise then we’re good to go and you can still get credit for the class,” Mina said, smartly dangling academic marks in front of her. “Come on, I’ll be your partner, and I promise I’ll make you sweat.” 

Mina winked, and Izuku was pretty sure the whole class blushed, but she wasn’t done yet. She leaned down towards Ochako, looking directly into her eyes, though Ochako’s eyes glanced down all over Mina’s body which was held before her; a silent offering. 

“Oh, um, yeah. Yeah that sounds good,” Ochako said, swallowing. “Please.” 

Mina smiled wide at the victory, and rose back up. Izuku couldn’t blame Ochako for giving in, he knew very well what it felt like to be at the centre of Mina’s attention. Once she got a lock on someone, she had a way of promising you everything you could ever want, while saying nothing at all. Ochako was about to be a very lucky girl. 

“Okay, so I’ll be with my lovely Ochako, Hagikure and Tsuyu can pair up, and because there’s an odd amount of us Todoroki, you can go with Izuku and Bakugou. He looks like he wants you there,” Mina winked. “If that’s okay with you, Todo?” 

“Of course,” he said, smiling. 

Todoroki didn’t bother to fix his outfit, instead just taking the straps and tying them around his waist. This worked very well, because it meant Izuku still had plenty of body left to salivate over. Izuku was always a very happy boy when he got to be between Bakugou and Todoroki, and he was grinning like mad when Todoroki came and knelt down beside them on the mat. Bakugou reacted quickly, wrapping his hands around Izuku again to mark his prize, his fingers getting quite close to Izuku’s crotch but staying a hair away, for now. 

“For our last exercise, we’re going to… Um,” Mina held the word, pausing for quite a while. Long enough that no one could possibly still believe she knew yoga. “Oh, we’ll do some squats!” 

The boys squinted. None of them had really seen that one coming, they had all expected something a bit more sensual to be hiding up Mina’s sleeves, but she nodded again confidently. 

“That’s right, squats! And I know a secret tip to ensure that you have the perfect squatting form! Mostly, we’re just going to be doing our squats as normal, except your partner is going to be laying underneath you! If you’re doing your squats right you should juuust be touching them with the base of your body as you hit the bottom point of your squat.” 

Ah, there it is. Apparently Mina’s last exercise was teabagging, essentially. Mina didn’t stay on stage long enough to be questioned, though, and no one seemed like they were going to anyway. Instead, Mina strode off the stage in confidence and moved to Ochako, kneeling down beside her. She still seemed a little nervous, but Mina whispered some things in her ear that had her nodding quite frantically. 

“So,” Todoroki asked, turning to the guys. “How should we do this?” 

His outfit being left down meant there was a whole lot more slack, the fabric stretched less tight. Izuku could already see the bottom was hanging a little loose. His mind went wild imagining if it was still covering everything, what it would look like from beneath, what could be seen, but Bakugou shook him from his thoughts with a firm grip to his shoulder. 

“I’m sure Deku would love to volunteer to be the bottom,” Bakugou grinned. 

Izuku nodded rapidly. 

“Sure thing,” Todoroki said. “Would you like both of us at once?” 

Izuku nodded so fast he nearly gave himself a concussion. 

“And how would you like to go about it,” Todoroki asked, gently. 

“He has two ends, doesn’t he?!” Bakugou snapped. “Look, you take his head, and I’ll take his crotch. God damn, half and half, it ain’t that complicated.” 

Todoroki tilted his head at the outburst, but just let out a low chuckle that made Izuku fall in love a little. Understandably, Bakugou was just a little impatient to get back to their romp that the class had interrupted a couple times now, and Izuku for one felt like he’d been edging all day. 

“Are you calling me half and half, or saying that we split him half and half?” 

“What?” Bakugou squinted. “Both? I guess? Just shut up and use him, you fucking nerd.” 

“Ah, alright then. Still, you could at least be polite about it,” Todoroki said, turning to Izuku. “Deku, may I use you?” 

Izuku melted. Todoroki’s voice was so stern yet soft, and his voice so kind, and his manners impeccable. It made Izuku feel like a beloved prince, and not like someone who’s short shorts were half full of his own precum. It was Izuku’s lucky day, he got to have the bad boy, and the chivalrous knight, and all of them covered in glistening sweat making their muscled bodies shine. Izuku’s mind blue screened as he followed the trails of sweat down to Todoroki’s shining pecs, looking so perfectly biteable, but he managed a quick reboot and thought of what he wanted to say. 

‘ Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, ’ he wanted to say. 

“Oh, um, yeah, of course, sure thing!” He actually said. 

“Thank you,” He said, with that kind voice. “So how does this work?” 

“Well, uh, I guess I’ll just lie down, and, uh,” Izuku reclined back into the mat, making sure to keep his head near Todoroki. From this low angle he could already see some areas where Todoroki’s outfit was hanging deliciously loose. “And then you guys, uh-” 

“Oh for god’s sake,” Bakugou said. 

He pushed Izuku flat to the ground with a firm hand and mounted him, straddling Izuku. It was so hard not to reach out and grab Bakugou’s hips and start grinding, but he didn’t want to come on too strong with Todoroki watching. It was really hard when Bakugou’s ass was right on top of him, though, especially when Izuku could swear he felt Bakugou’s balls resting on his stomach through the leotard, right where Izuku’s short shorts and tank top split. 

“Are you ready?” Todoroki asked. 

“Uh huh.” 

Todoroki gave the sweetest smile, then rose to stand. He readied himself in his normal squat position, but Bakugou shot up a hand and an annoyed look. 

“No way, dude. Not like that. Turn around, face the class. Don’t look at me.” 

Todoroki rolled his eyes, but complied. None of that mattered to Izuku, though. All that mattered was Todoroki’s body towering above him. From his point of view it was nothing but muscled thighs, rising up to a loosened leotard that still stubbornly hid Todoroki’s bulge, only slightly. It was just above him. If Izuku just sat up right now he could have a faceful of it. 

“Shall we start?” Todoroki asked. 

“God yes.” 

Todoroki looked down to confirm, and Izuku smiled wide up at him. His white and red hair was a mess with all the sweat and motion, and his cheeks were blush, and thank god there was hunger in his eyes as well. Finally, Todoroki came down in a squat, his muscles growing as they flexed to hold him above Izuku’s head. His ass was right there, round, and perfect, and the bulge was so… bulging. Fuck. Izuku wanted to prop himself up on his elbows and just run his tongue down the length of it, but Todoroki only held there for a moment before raising himself back up. Again he lowered, and teased, and raised, before Izuku was starting to get pouty. 

“Todo! You’re missing!” Izuku said, sadly. “Mina said you were supposed to come down and touch me!” 

“Ah, here I thought I had perfect form,” Todoroki said. “But, I guess Mina’s the teacher today. Her rules…” 

Todoroki came down again, slowly, giving Izuku plenty of time to adore his bulge. The loosened edges of the leotard crumpled with the extra slack, and if Izuku moved his head just perfectly- which of course he did- he could just see the tender inside of Todoroki’s cheeks, and a glimpse of his neatly trimmed balls failing to be contained. 

Bakugou made first contact, though, ever impatient. He landed with a hard grind, sliding his body atop Izuku’s crotch, rocking his cheeks before rising again. Izuku gasped out, the feeling overwhelming to his tender dick, and while his mouth hung open Todoroki closed the final distance. He just barely missed Izuku’s waiting tongue with his lowering bulge, instead rubbing softly against Izuku’s cheek. Izuku immediately shifted to the side so it would not miss again. 

“Was that better?” Todoroki asked, his voice betraying a little worry. 

“More,” Izuku said, getting pretty impatient himself.

“Ah, alright,” Todoroki chuckled. 

Bakugou landed again with another long grind, but he didn’t rise again. Instead he stayed where he had landed, grinding his ass atop Izuku’s pulsing cock through their fabrics. Izuku trusted Bakugou to know exactly what he was doing down there, and even though Izuku had to suppress moans and shivers at his touch, his eyes were still glued to the prize. Izuku came down again, and Izuku rose up to meet it, not leaving any room for error this time. 

Izuku seized the chance with hungry ferocity, lunging up and running his tongue down Todoroki’s bulge. There was less slack now, the suit made tighter by Todoroki’s growing hardness, which Izuku took a sense of pride in. This was strangely not the first time Izuku wished he had a lizard’s tongue, or been jealous of Tsuyu, because if he could right now he would snake his tongue under Todoroki’s outfit and lick his shaft until it was dripping, but he was stuck with a stupid human’s tongue that could only watch helplessly as Todoroki rose again. 

Between the torment of Todoroki’s, being constantly within reach but seemingly out of grasp, and Bakugou’s grinding, Izuku’s mind was succumbing to a thick fog of lust and wonton need. Senses were long gone, namely the sense of reason and shame, replaced instead by lust and a debilitating need. Even now Bakugou moved on him mercilessly. Izuku spared a glance down just in time to watch Bakugou rip his tights open, breathing a sigh of release as he slipped his cock from the leotard. 

“Fuck that shit was way too tight,” He huffed. 

When he noticed that Izuku was watching, he grinned, showing off his canine teeth that Izuku desperately wanted in his skin. Bakugou leaned forward, keeping his ass on top of Izuku’s bulge, but now using his thumb to press his own cock against Izuku’s muscled stomach, Bakugou’s hot dick rubbing against the patch of bare skin between Izuku’s outfit as he kept grinding. It already left a trail of precum in its wake, looking like tasty ambrosia. 

Todoroki came down once more, and this time Izuku lunged up. He was sick of waiting, his body was burning hot with desire. He bit down onto Todoroki’s leotard, and ripped it aside with his teeth. Todoroki’s heavy package came out with a bounce, grazing Izuku’s cheek as it fell. Izuku watched its hypnotising dangle as it swayed just inches from his mouth. He watched as in only moments it swelled to full size. It was a bit of a shame, because Izuku wanted to feel the weight of it resting of his face so desperately, to feel it land on his face with each of Todoroki’s squats, but at least he could take pride in the effect he’d had on Todoroki’s throbbing cock. 

Izuku moved forward to taste the perfect cock in front of him, but a sharp tug pulled him back down flat to the mat. Bakugou had dismounted him, and was holding Izuku’s meaty thighs in a vice grip, taking Izuku’s weak tights in handfuls and ripping them apart in one move. He slipped a finger up the leg of Izuku’s tight little shorts and pulled them up, just enough for him to slide his own hard cock into the shorts. His hot tip rubbed against Izuku’s cock as he moved the length of himself into the shorts. They were tight enough that they held it down, and you could see the outline through the shorts. Tight enough that as Bakugou began to glide back and forth, the shorts held his cock firm and jerked him off with the motions. 

Todoroki defaulted back to squats after Izuku was ripped, but hadn’t bothered covering himself back up. Izuku wriggled with lust and glee as Bakugou grinded their cocks together, and looked up at Todoroki’s revealed balls and cock as they lowered above him, watching as it pulsed occasionally. Todoroki looked down at Izuku with a smile, meeting eyes. He still had his back to Bakugou, but from Izuku’s face he could definitely tell something was happening. He spared a short glance around the room, then standing there, right above Izuku, one foot on either side of his head, he pulled the rest of his leotard off and let it fall down to the floor, right onto Izuku’s face. 

“Ah, sorry,” Todoroki said, shuffling his feet to remove it properly. 

Izuku didn’t mind one bit, savouring the smell and feel of it on his face. Todoroki’s dick had been pressed in this fabric, hot, hard, and sweaty and now it was on his face. He couldn’t be happier. He breathed in the intoxicating scent, but didn’t get nearly enough before Todoroki kicked the outfit away and halfway across the room, unaware that Izuku had been savouring it. 

Todoroki now towered above him, completely naked. Izuku ran his eyes over every uncovered inch, his perfect balls, lengthy cock, firm ass, and muscled legs. Izuku wanted every part of him. 

“Is this alright?” Todoroki asked, sweetly. 

“Yeah,” Izuku said, practically moaning out the word. 

It was all Izuku could do to give a quick check of the room, but the others were all wrapped up in their own little worlds. Ochako and Mina seemed to be getting along very, very well, Ochako sitting on Mina’s face making faces of pure bliss, and Tsuyu seemed to be doing something physically impossible, until Izuku remembered Hagakure was her partner and probably supporting her from beneath. 

Bakugou stopped his grinding and pulled out of Izuku’s shorts, and Izuku snapped his eyes down in objection, but Bakugou just grinned. With one motion he ripped Izuku’s shorts off entirely, leaving Izuku open to the air and fully accessible. Bakugou got down low, prowling towards Izuku and biting into his leg, hard enough to leave his marks. He continued up along Izuku’s muscled thighs leaving grip and bite marks until he got back to Izuku’s cock, giving one long lick up the side of the shaft before taking it into his mouth. 

Todoroki lowered once more, and Izuku decided it was the last time. Enough was enough. His arms shot out with quirked speed, latched onto Todoroki’s thighs probably a little too tight, and pulled him to the ground. He landed on his knees with a sizable thud, his legs either side of Izuku, his ass resting above Izuku’s neck. He was hunched over to catch himself with outstretched arms, putting his cock directly above Izuku’s face, who didn’t feel even the least bit sorry about it. 

“Sorry, Izu, I must have slipped and-” 

Izuku moved higher, propping himself on his elbows so that Todoroki’s cock was now resting heavily across Izuku’s cheek. Todoroki’s words were interrupted with a sharp pull of breath. Izuku revelled under the weight of it. His nostrils filled with the scent of it. He could taste it through the air. He looked up at Todoroki as innocently as he could, with a dick resting across his face. 

Todoroki smiled sweetly, and went to speak but Izuku interrupted him with a convulsing moan. His whole body shook, and his mouth gaped open in a silent scream of pleasure. Izuku felt his own cum streak across his chest in a splatter of milky warmth. Even though the sight was blocked by Todoroki’s body, he knew Bakugou was grinning with pride right now. A second shot across Izuku’s body and he was done, his breathing still ragged but his balls spent. 

His head was spinning so much he barely noticed when Todoroki dismounted, moving one leg over Izuku’s head so he could turn and inspect him. Todoroki was on his knees beside Izuku’s head now, his eyes moving down Izuku’s body, following the trail of cum to his dick, and Bakugou’s gloating head next to it. Bakugou’s sharp tongue ran a line up Izuku’s cock, a mix of savouring the taste of Izuku’s cum, and marking his territory. Todoroki didn’t seem to take much notice of it, instead just moving a finger along Izuku’s pec and gathering a taste of his own. 

Izuku wasn’t sure if Todoroki knew, but his new position meant Todoroki’s dick was now horizontal across Izuku’s lips, just a few inches up. As he was inspecting the dick focus moved back to Todoroki bringing the cum dropped finger to his mouth and tasting it with a grin, and that was it. 

He sat up, slowly, rising only to the point where Todoroki’s tip was resting almost in his mouth, a lip on either side of it. Izuku kissed it sweetly, and again, and again, moving delicately up and down the shaft, silently asking for permission to proceed, or preferably asking for Todoroki to take the initiative and slide his cock across Izuku’s waiting lips. Izuku was happy to take the lead, but there was nothing quite like just being used by his friends. 

“Make him beg for it,” Bakugou scoffed. “Greedy little nerd.” 

“I would never,” Todoroki said, sweetly. He reached down a hand and lightly ran his finger along Izuku’s cheek. “Of course you can suck me dick, Izuku.” 

Todoroki’s finger moved to gently play with Izuku’s eyes, and Izuku’s eyes lit up. He stuck out his tongue and started moving his head from side to side, trying to work Todoroki’s cock like a hotdog in a bun, but thankfully he could tell that the movement was a little uncomfortable. Todoroki took over quickly, taking it on himself to glide his dick through Izuku’s eager mouth, who still happily ran his tongue over any part he could. 

Izuku was practically drooling at the taste of it, and every one of Todoroki’s pushes left a train of saliva across Izuku’s cheek. It felt amazing, and it mustn’t have looked half bad because Bakugou had paused to watch the show as well, stroking himself slowly at the sight. Izuku felt so happy. It was pure bliss as he could see the hunger in both of their eyes, and hear the worship in Todoroki’s low moans. Of course it wasn’t enough, though. Izuku needed more. He wiggled his hips, slowly moving them before Bakugou like a steak before a lion. 

“So fucking greedy,” Bakugou said. 

Bakugou’s firm hands gripped Izuku’s thighs tightly as he shot him a wicked grin. They slowly roamed their way to the underside of Izuku’s thighs, and with one hard tug lifted Izuku’s ass up off the ground, lifting it high and bending Izuku so that on his knees Bakugou could see Izuku’s ass eye to eye. Izuku let out something halfway between a laugh and moan as Bakugou bit his ass. It was both punishment and reward for his avarice and lust. Mostly reward, as Izuku liked any kind of sex that left a mark on him. To his mind it was just proof of enjoyment. 

He bit his lip out of enjoyment of Bakugou’s tongue moving across his ass, caressing it so sweetly, but it was only then he noticed what was missing. With a sad look he glanced to Todoroki, who had his place taken away when Bakugou had stolen Izuku. The position was a little different now, with Izuku mostly bent over himself and getting his ass eaten. The only part of him left flat on the ground was his head, and a bit of his shoulders. Looking up, Izuku could see his legs being supported by Bakugou’s hands, and his own cock hanging down above him, a long, thin drip of cum reaching halfway down, slowly getting longer. 

Todoroki shuffled around to reposition himself, gently bringing his cock back to Izuku’s lips who eagerly accepted it back. In this position his arms weren’t fully capable of reaching over and pulling Todoroki in, but he seemed to get the message by watching them flail around a little. Slowly, he brought his cock into Izuku’s waiting mouth, and began gently gliding it back and forth along Izuku’s tongue and past his lips into his perfect mouth. 

For a moment, Izuku was in his own personal heaven. Four strong hands gripped at his body all at once. Bakugou’s hands were mostly stuck keeping Izuku in position, but Todoroki moved his hands to trace across Izuku’s upside down body, moving along the peaks and valleys of Izuku’s muscled body. Goosebumps raised where Todoroki’s finger went. 

It was only now that Izuku realized gravity was bringing all his polled cum slowly rolling down his chest. It left such a wonderful sheen as it moved, all gathering at Izuku’s chest, save for one eager droplet that landed on his chin. Greedy as he was, Izuku used a free hand to slide that drop into his own mouth between Todoroki’s pounding, the taste merging with his own saliva and Todoroki’s precum and being quickly fucked to the back of his throat. 

Izuku wasn’t the only greedy one in this threesome, though. Todoroki’s eyes were glued to the strand of Izuku’s cum still dangling from the tip of his cock, the one Izuku had been hoping would eventually land on his own face. Todoroki had other plans. His pounding got a little awkward as he lowered himself to the bottom of the drip, and with his tongue out he moved up and collected it all on his palette. He seemed to savour the taste for a moment, but his eyes never left Izuku’s cock, hanging there still half hard. 

It was obvious he wanted to lean forward and take Izuku into his mouth, but he seemed to pause. Probably because he knew Izuku had just cum, and it would be torturous to suck him right now. He seemed to be debating it anyway, but he settled with leaning forward, and kissing it lightly, little kisses all over his shaft, again and again. Between that, and Bakugou’s tongue boldly exploring everywhere it could reach, Izuku was in his own personal heaven. He actually got a little angry when Bakugou stopped, but then he slid a single into Izuku’s waiting ass, fingering him slowly before changing to two, making sure Izuku was nice and ready for him. 

“Do you want me, Deku?” Bakugou asked, hungrily. 

“Always,” Izuku purred. 

Bakugou shuffled back, and let Izuku fall down onto him. He landed with a bounce, and Bakugou plucked him from the air and threw him over, turning him onto his front with his ass propped up in front of Bakugou. The show of strength made Izuku’s libido burn and he tried his best to make his ass look irresistible. He wanted to turn and see how Bakugou was hypnotized by it, but once again Todoroki had been robbed of his access to Izuku, and had had enough. 

With a smooth motion Todoroki moved forward and slid into Izuku’s mouth again, moving in faster deeper motions that poked at every part of Izuku’s mouth. He rested his hands in Izuku’s hair, partly to play with it delicately, and every so often to grab it tight and fuck Izuku’s mouth firmly for a few seconds before slowing down again. Izuku was given a second to gasp for air, strands his saliva hanging between his lips and Todoroki’s cock. They were both grinning like mad, but Izuku’s got even wider when Bakugou gave his ass one last squeeze before slowly pressing the warm tip of his cock against Izuku’s ass. 

Slowly, Bakugou moved the tip into Izuku, his ass slowly enveloping his cock until bakugou could comfortably start moving back and forth, with relative ease. Nitroglycerin wasn’t the best lube, but it worked in a pinch. He sped up slowly, making sure Izuku was ready every time he did, until he was going steadily at the usual pace, clapping into Izuku’s cheeks as he was bouncing up onto Todoroki’s cock. 

Izuku felt utter bliss there, being worked like a two man saw. Each powerful thrust of Bakugou deep into his ass pushed Izuku up Todoroki’s cock, Izuku working it as best he could before moving back just in time to catch a quick breath and reset the movement. It was rare for the two of them to work together like this, to take Izuku together and share like good boys, but it felt so amazingly good. Izuku was the center of their universe, the idol of their worship. He loved the feeling of being rocked back and forth between them, feeling his ass stretch around Bakugou’s cock, and Todoroki poking deep into his throat. 

Todoroki grabbed hold of Izuku’s hair, grabbing it in a firm but gentle grip. Between Bakugou’s thrusting, Todoroki started speeding up his own movements, letting out long deep moans. They got louder as his movements got sloppier and wilder, his moans interrupted by his own ragged breaths. Izuku laid off his own movements and just focused on breathing through his nose, letting Todoroki use him as he wanted for the last few desperate thrusts until Todoroki tried to pull out, but Izuku shot his arms out and grabbed Todoroki’s ass. Todoroki almost toppled over from the sudden weight of Izuku, but Izuku didn’t let go, forcing Todorki to keep his cock inside his mouth as the first shot of cum fired down Izuku’s throat. 

Izuku took over, bobbing his head up and down Todoroki’s shaft, milking it as he stared up into Todoroki’s eyes. His face was bright red, and the ecstasy was clear in his eyes. The delicious cum filled Izuku’s mouth until he had to let Todoroki go so he wouldn’t choke. He held the liquid in his mouth, savouring the feeling over his tongue but apparently Todoroki wasn’t done yet, firing one last volley over Izuku’s face, barely missing his eyes but leaving his splattered mark diagonally across the rest. 

Izuku’s body was still rocking back and forth being pounded from behind, but he still waited for Todoroki to recover enough to make full eye contact before he swallowed, sticking his tongue out as proof. Todoroki smiled, sitting down on Izuku’s level looking a lot more relaxed, his breathing perfectly steady again. He reached in close to Izuku, watching him as he was rocked back and forth, and kissed him. Then again, and again. 

“You’re so good, Izuku.” 

Izuku’s heart beamed full of sunshine, and he kind of wanted to cry at the praise, but he still felt a bit like a horny goblin instead. 

“My- Pleasure,” Izuku said, one syllable at a time as Bakugou’s pounding got fiercer. 

“Just don’t forget who you really love, nerd,” Bakugou said, giving Izuku a hard spank that left his cheeks tingling. 

“Oh please, Kacchan,” Izuku purred. “You’re the one in my ass, aren’t you?” 

Bakugou seemed to love that one. He grabbed hold of Izuku’s hips and fucked him harder, the sound of Izuku’s clapping ass filling the room but Izuku couldn’t care less. Todoroki sat there, watching Izuku get his brains knocked out of him, but looked at him with such love as he delicately twirled Izuku’s messy hair. Every so often he would lean down and kiss him again. Whenever Todoroki would take too long to kiss him Izuku felt almost homesick at the absence of his taste, but luckily there was still quite a bit of Todoroki’s taste rolling down his face, and Izuku eagerly shot out his tongue to try to catch some. 

Bakugou’s hands gripped even tighter, and he somehow sped up more. They both moaned together, their voices hitching with the movements. Bakugou gave Izuku’s irresistible cheeks another quick slap, then another and dug his finger in, which was a regular sign that he was nearing the finish line. Izuku lowered himself, propping his ass up as sluttily as he could to give Bakugou the perfect finish, hearing his mounting grunts as he finally let out a triumphant roar and pulled out, shooting his warm cum all over Izuku’s back, landing all over his blushed skin and the crumpled tank top that was still barely hanging on, half shrugged off and half stretched to hell from Bakugou using it like a handle. 

Mina probably wouldn’t be wanting this one back. 

Bakugou ran his dick through Izuku’s cheeks a few more times, some trailing spurts of cum left to shoot out, before crashing down next to Izuku with a thud. Izuku went to fall too, but Todoroki caught him and brought Izuku’s head gently into his lap, where he continued caressing his cheek, either unaware or uncaring that his finger was trailing some of his cum back and forth along Izuku’s face. 

For a moment they stayed like that, catching their breath and breathing in each other's sweat and hormones, savouring each other's warmth and scents. Bakugou let out a low chuckle and covered his eyes with a quiet chuckle. He’d definitely enjoyed himself. They had definitely gotten pretty loud at the end though, and Izuku’s senses were quickly coming back to him, including his admittedly rickety sense of shame. 

He turned over in Todoroki’s lap, trying his best to ignore that Todoroki’s cock was still resting in his hair, and inspected the rest of the room. It seemed Tsuyu had left some time ago, probably Hagakure too, but you could never tell with her. She was completely invisible, depraved, and had a habit of watching. The only other people left in the room were Ochako and Mina, who were in their own little world of bliss and hedonism. Izuku decided not to look for long. The girls had given them privacy, it was fair enough to give them theirs too. 

Bakugou looked over and scoffed. 

“Some people have no fucking shame,” he said harshly, though he meant it as a joke. 

Mina reached around Ochako and threw the first thing she could reach, a water bottle, square at Bakugou’s head. He caught it, of course, and took a long sip before offering some to Izuku.

“Let’s get out of here,” Bakugou said, getting to his feet. 

Todoroki helped Izuku up, who offered him a sip from the water bottle first. 

“You should, uh, probably have some of this before I do,” Izuku said. 

Todoroki looked to see what he meant, and it took him a moment to even notice that Izuku’s face was still covered in a mix of his own slobber and Todoroki’s cum. It was a hot mess, but Todoroki handed back the water with a smile. Before Izuku could object Todoroki leant down and picked up his discarded leotard, dabbing it along Izuku’s face to gently clean him up. 

“You deserve to drink first, Izu,” Todoroki said. “You did such a good job.” 

“Thank you, Todo.” 

“Of course,” Todoroki said with a kiss. “And thank you for the class, Mina.” 

She threw up a vague hand in acknowledgement, but was pretty focussed on her task. They knew better than to wait for a better goodbye, and Bakugou turned and moved to lead them from the room as Izuku greedily downed half the bottle of water, and offered it back to Todoroki. As they left back into the changing room they saw Momo and Jirou resting together on a bench, holding each other with a towel draped over them. They all shared a knowing smile, knowing they’d all committed the same sins, except Bakugou who just scoffed again. 

“Degenerates,” He said, with a shake of his head. 

“Really? You didn’t even put your dick away, dipshit,” Jirou shot back. 

Bakugou looked down, and his dick was definitely still hanging out the side of his leotard. Thankfully Jirou left Izuku out of it, not commenting on his missing bottoms, or his being drenched in cum, or the fact that Todoroki was entirely naked with his own leotard scrunched up in hand and pretty dirty as well. 

Izuku held out the bottle of water in a silent offer, but Momo shook her head politely. 

“I think we’ll probably just get our own bottle,” She smiled. 

Probably for the best, this one was far from pure spring water at this point. Bakugou smiled, snatching the water back for another gulp before throwing aside the empty bottle. 

“Whatever. Let’s get the fuck out of here before Midnight comes back and sees the state of the room,” Bakugou said. “No way I’m cleaning that up.” 

Izuku waved a polite goodbye, but he could tell the girl’s eyes were following the trails of cum up and down his body. 

‘ What a good day, ’ he thought.