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The music thumped through the dorm common room, a low bass that vibrated in the floorboards. Across the crowded space, Katsuki Bakugo’s crimson eyes weren’t on the shitty party. They were locked on a singular, breathtaking sight.
“Fuck, Ei. Look at that.”
Eijiro Kirishima followed his gaze, his own sharp-toothed grin widening. “No way. Is that…?”
“Deku and Round Face,” Katsuki growled, the words a low rumble. “Since when did the nerd get an ass like that?”
It was true. Bent over the ping-pong table to retrieve a ball, Izuku Midoriya’s green shorts were stretched taut over a surprisingly full, rounded ass, a perfect handful of firm muscle and softness. And right beside him, Ochako Uraraka, laughing at something, presented her own incredible profile—wide hips cascading into an awe-inspiring, jiggling curve that threatened to tear her denim shorts at the seams.
Kirishima let out a low whistle. “Damn, man. That’s a pair of world-class dump trucks right there. What’s the play?”
Bakugo didn’t hesitate. He cut through the crowd like a shark, Kirishima on his heels. They didn’t stop until they were right behind the two.
“Deku,” Katsuki’s voice cut through the music, sharp and direct.
Izuku straightened up, turning with a slightly nervous smile. “Kacchan! Hey! What’s up?”
Ochako turned too, her brown eyes curious.
“We’ve been watching you two,” Katsuki stated, with no hint of shame. “Your asses are fucking insane. We want in.”
Izuku’s face flushed a brilliant scarlet. Ochako’s mouth dropped open, then curved into a sly, interested smile.
Eijiro leaned in, his voice a husky, friendly counterpoint to Bakugo’s intensity. “What he means is, we think you’re both incredibly hot. And the four of us… we could have a lot of fun. No strings. Just a good, hard fucking. What do you say?”
Ochako bit her lip, her gaze darting between the two powerfully built blond and redhead. She looked at Izuku, a silent question passing between them. Izuku, his own curiosity overriding his shyness, gave a tiny, eager nod.
“Our room,” Ochako said, her voice a little breathy. “Now.”
*
The door to her dorm hadn’t even clicked shut before clothes started flying. Kirishima’s tank top was over his head, revealing the carved granite of his chest. Bakugo shoved Izuku against the nearest wall, one hand groping the plush flesh of his ass through his shorts while the other tangled in his green hair.
“Fuck, Deku, this ass is even better up close,” Bakugo snarled, grinding his own prominent bulge against Izuku’s hip.
“Ah! K-Kacchan!” Izuku gasped, his head tipping back.
Across the room, Kirishima had Ochako in his arms, his mouth on hers in a deep, hungry kiss. One of his big hands squeezed her breast, the other sliding down to palm the incredible swell of her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. “You’re so damn thick, Ochako. Gonna ruin you.”
“Please,” she moaned into his mouth, her hands fumbling with the button of his jeans.
It was a frenzy of shedding fabric. Boxers were kicked away, and a lace bra went sailing. Soon, they were all a glorious tangle of naked skin on Ochako’s bed. The air filled with the scent of musk and anticipation.
Bakugo ran a calloused thumb over the smattering of cute freckles dotting the highest curve of Izuku’s pale ass. “Look at this. Even your fucking freckles are begging for it.” He landed a sharp, stinging slap on the other cheek, making Izuku jolt and cry out. “Such a greedy, filthy slut, presenting this ass for me.”
“Yes! Fuck, yes, Kacchan!” Izuku panted, pushing his hips back.
Beside them, Kirishima had Ochako on her hands and knees, his face buried between her thighs from behind. The wet, obscene sounds of his tongue working her filled the room. SLURP. GLLLK. SCHLLLP.
“Ei! Right there! Don’t stop!” Ochako screamed, her own ass waving in the air, her breasts swinging heavily beneath her.
Bakugo spat into his palm, the sound cracking through the air. Ptuh. He slicked his cock, a thick, veiny length that stood out angrily from his body. He lined the broadhead up with Izuku’s tight, twitching hole. He didn’t ask. He just pushed.
The sound Izuku made was a strangled, high-pitched thing as the thick crown stretched him wide. “Ghhhnnkk! S-so big!”
“You were fucking made for this, you goddamn perfect cocksleeve,” Bakugo grunted, his voice a mix of degradation and awed praise as he sank another inch, the tight, hot clench of Izuku’s ass making his vision blur. He gave another hard, open-palmed smack to Izuku’s ass, the flesh jiggling from the impact. “Taking my fucking cock like you were born for it.”
K-SLAP!
The sound echoed, followed by a wet squelch as Bakugo buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against Izuku’s taint.
Seeing his friend take all of Bakugo ignited something in Kirishima. He pulled his slick face from Ochako’s dripping cunt and positioned his own heavy cock at her entrance. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up, Ochako. Make a fucking mess of you.”
He drove into her in one smooth, powerful thrust. Her head snapped back, a full-bodied wail tearing from her throat as he stretched her, filled her, the two of them creating a perfect, lewd symmetry with the couple next to them.
And then the pounding began in earnest.
Bakugo set a brutal, unforgiving rhythm, his hips pistoning, his grip on Izuku’s hips iron-clad. Every thrust was a thwack of skin on skin, a wet shluck of his cock plunging into that tight heat. Izuku’s ass rippled with each impact, the freckled cheeks clapping together.
“You feel that, shitty nerd? That’s my fucking cock rearranging your insides,” Bakugo grunted, sweat dripping from his brow onto Izuku’s back.
Next to them, Kirishima was fucking Ochako with deep, rolling strokes that made her entire voluptuous body shudder. Her big tits swayed and bounced, and her ass jiggled with every one of his thrusts. The wet sound of their joining was a counter-melody to Bakugo and Izuku’s rougher symphony. SPLOSH. SLAP. SPLOSH.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Kirishima groaned, his fingers digging into the generous flesh of her hips. “Soaking my fucking dick. Such a good girl, taking it all.”
The bed rocked, a frantic, creaking metronome to their shared pleasure. The room was a chorus of grunts, moans, and the filthy, rhythmic music of their fucking.
Bakugo leaned over Izuku’s back, his breath hot on his ear. “Are you going to come, Deku? Are you going to cream your fucking pants from getting your ass pounded?”
“Y-yes! Kacchan, I’m close!” Izuku whimpered, his own cock leaking onto the sheets beneath him.
“Do it. Come all over yourself, you fucking bitch,” Bakugo commanded, his thrusts becoming erratic and sharper.
The verbal whiplash—the crude name followed by the growled order—was all it took. Izuku’s body seized, a guttural cry ripped from his throat as his orgasm crashed over him, his ass clamping down viselike on Bakugo’s driving cock.
The intense contraction tipped Bakugo over the edge. With a final, savage roar, he shoved himself as deep as he could go, his own release erupting inside Izuku in hot, pulsing waves. SPLURT. SPLURT. GUSH.
The sight and sound of their climax pushed Kirishima and Ochako over the edge simultaneously.
“I’m coming! Fuck, Ei, fill me up!” Ochako shrieked, her cunt milking his cock.
Kirishima’s thrusts lost all rhythm, becoming frantic, deep slams as he emptied himself inside her with a ragged groan, his cum mixing with her juices. SPLURT. SPLACCH.
For a moment, the only sounds were heavy panting and the wet, dripping aftermath.
Bakugo pulled out of Izuku with a soft, wet pop, his cock glistening with a mix of cum and lube. Izuku’s ass twitched, clenching around nothing, as if begging for more. Katsuki smirked, his chest heaving as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “Damn, Deku, your greedy fucking hole doesn’t want to let go, does it?” His voice was rough, dripping with both exhaustion and pride. He gave Izuku’s ass a final, possessive squeeze, the flesh jiggling under his palm.
Izuku was a panting, trembling mess, his face buried in the sheets, his own release still smeared across his stomach. “K-Kacchan…” he whimpered, the word muffled but unmistakably needy. His freckled cheeks were flushed, his entire body still quivering from the intensity of their coupling.
Meanwhile, Kirishima hadn’t stopped. He was still buried balls-deep in Ochako, his thick cock pulsing inside her as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. Ochako’s back arched, her toes curling as she let out a shaky moan, her body milking him for every last drop. Kirishima’s sharp teeth gleamed in a wicked grin as he leaned over her, his hands gripping her wide hips tightly. “That’s it, Ochako. Take all of it, baby,” he growled, his voice low and husky. “Fuck, you’re so good at this.”
The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the air heavy with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the occasional drip of cum hitting the sheets. Bakugo glanced at Kirishima, a predatory glint in his crimson eyes as he watched Ochako’s voluptuous body tremble beneath his friend’s grip. “Ei,” he called, his voice sharp but laced with amusement. “You planning on staying in there all night, or what?”
Kirishima chuckled, finally pulling out with a wet schlick, leaving Ochako’s pussy glistening and thoroughly used. He collapsed beside her, his muscular chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. Ochako let out a soft whimper, her body still twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She turned her head to look at Bakugo, her brown eyes half-lidded but glowing with satisfaction.
Katsuki’s grin widened as he stood up, his spent cock already twitching with renewed interest. “Round Two,” he announced, his voice rough and commanding. He looked down at Izuku’s flushed, submissive form and then at Ochako’s spent but willing body. The hunger in his eyes was undeniable. “Let’s see how much more you two can take.”
“Round Two,” Katsuki growled, his voice rough, his eyes already dark with renewed hunger.
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Katsuki’s crimson eyes scanned the wreckage of the bed, the scent of their first round thick and heavy in the air. A predatory smirk carved its way across his face. “Round Two,” he growled, the words a low promise. “But we’re switching it up.”
Eijiro’s sharp-toothed grin was instant, his gaze locking onto Izuku’s flushed, trembling form. “Fuck yeah. I’ve been dying to get my hands on that freckled masterpiece.”
Izuku’s breath caught, a fresh wave of heat washing over him. Ochako pushed herself up on her elbows, her brown eyes wide with a mixture of exhaustion and eager anticipation. “Switch?” she panted, a sly smile playing on her lips.
“You heard me,” Katsuki said, his voice leaving no room for argument. He grabbed Ochako’s ankle, his grip firm but not cruel, and pulled her toward the edge of the bed. “You’re with me now, Round Face. Let’s see what that fat ass feels like when it’s getting properly ruined.”
He manhandled her onto her hands and knees, the position making her already impressive ass jut out into the air, a truly obscene display of soft, jiggling curves. He knelt behind her, his hands immediately cupping the full, heavy cheeks, squeezing and spreading them apart to reveal her pink, glistening folds and the tight, hidden pucker beneath.
“Fuck, look at this,” he breathed, more to himself than anyone. “Two perfect fucking holes, just begging for it.”
Meanwhile, Eijiro was on Izuku in a flash. He rolled the still-quivering green-haired boy on all fours again, his rock-hard body slotting between his thighs. “Your turn, man,” Eijiro said, his voice a husky rumble. He leaned down, capturing Izuku’s lips in a brutal, claiming kiss, his sharp teeth nipping at Izuku’s bottom lip. “Gonna fuck that pretty boy ass of yours until you forget your own name.”
Izuku moaned into the kiss, his hips bucking up. “P-please, Kirishima…”
“Ei. Call me Ei when I’m buried inside you,” Eijiro corrected, his hand sliding down to stroke Izuku’s leaking cock before moving lower, a thick finger circling his sensitive, well-used entrance. Squelch. The sound was wet and lewd. “So fucking loose already. Bakugo really did a number on you. Perfect.”
Katsuki spat onto his fingers, the sound sharp. PTUH. He didn’t bother with preamble, pressing two thick digits against Ochako’s entrance. She gasped, pushing back against his hand.
“So eager, you fucking slut,” he grunted, working his fingers inside her. SQUELCH. SLURP. “This cunt is dripping for it. Were you getting jealous? Watching me wreck Deku?” He curled his fingers, and Ochako cried out, her back arching. “Answer me.”
“Y-yes! God, yes, Katsuki!” She screamed, her ass shaking with the force of her shudder.
“Good.” He withdrew his fingers, lining up the broad, veiny head of his cock. “Now take it.”
He drove into her pussy in one relentless thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The air left Ochako’s lungs in a punched-out oof! as he filled her, stretched her, his invasion absolute. Her head dropped between her shoulders, a string of incoherent pleas falling from her lips.
“Fuuuuck,” Katsuki groaned, his head tipping back. “So goddamn tight. Clenching around my cock like a fucking vice, you greedy bitch.” He pulled back and slammed home again, setting a punishing pace immediately. THWACK. SPLOSH. THWACK. Each impact made her entire ass ripple, waves of flesh dancing under his brutal rhythm.
From the other side of the bed, Eijiro watched for a moment, mesmerized, before focusing on Izuku. He lifted the boy’s legs, pushing them back toward his chest, exposing him completely. He spat into his own palm and slicked his heavy cock, the veins standing out in stark relief. “Ready for me, Izuku?”
“Yes! Ei, please!” Izuku begged, his green eyes glassy with need.
Eijiro didn’t make him wait. He pressed the crown of his cock against Izuku’s twitching hole and pushed. There was a moment of intense pressure, a breathless hhnnngk from Izuku, and then the head popped past the tight ring of muscle. P-pop.
“Hell yeah,” Eijiro growled, his sharp-toothed grin widening as he sank deeper, the incredible heat and tightness of Izuku’s ass making his own vision blur. “That’s it. Take it all, you perfect fucking man.” He bottomed out, his balls slapping against Izuku’s ass, and held there for a moment, letting them both feel the full, stretching ache. Schlllp.
The room became a symphony of filth. The twin sounds of fucking—the wet, slapping rhythm of Katsuki pounding Ochako’s pussy and the deeper, tighter squelch of Eijiro working into Izuku’s ass—merged into a single, overpowering crescendo.
Katsuki leaned over Ochako’s back, his breath hot on her neck. “You like this, you fucking ass-obsessed whore? You like having a real man’s cock in this dripping cunt?” SLAP! His hand connected with her ass cheek, leaving a red handprint. “Answer me!”
“I love it! I love your cock, Katsuki!” she wailed, her voice breaking on a sob of pleasure.
“You were made for this,” he snarled, a thread of genuine awe in his degradation. “Born to get fucked stupid on your hands and knees. Your only fucking purpose is this ass and this pussy.” He pistoned into her, each thrust making her breasts swing wildly beneath her. Splut. Splut. Splut.
Eijiro, meanwhile, was finding his rhythm, his thrusts deep and rolling, designed to grind against Izuku’s prostate with every inward stroke. Izuku was a mess beneath him, babbling incoherently, his own cock jerking and leaking onto his stomach with each movement.
“You feel that, Izuku?” Eijiro grunted, his voice thick with lust. “You feel my fucking dick rubbing right on your sweet spot? Gonna make you see stars, man.” He punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust that made Izuku’s eyes roll back. Gush. “Such a good fucking boy. Taking my cock so deep. Your ass is fucking incredible.”
The verbal contrast was electric—Katsuki’ crude ownership versus Eijiro’s rough praise. It fed their submission, driving them both higher.
“I’m gonna… I can’t…” Ochako choked out, her body starting to tense.
“You’re not coming until I say you can,” Katsuki commanded, his pace never faltering. “You hold it. You keep that fucking orgasm right there until I fill this cunt with my cum. You understand me, you desperate slut?”
“Y-yes! I’ll hold it!”
“Ei,” Katsuki barked across the bed, his own control starting to fray. “Are you close?”
“Fuck yeah,” Eijiro grunted, his thrusts becoming shallower and faster. “This ass is going to milk me dry. Gonna cream this tight fucking hole.”
“On my count,” Katsuki ordered, his voice a ragged command. He fucked Ochako with three final, brutal slams. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. “Now! Come for me, you filthy bitch! Take my fucking load!”
The permission shattered her. Ochako’s scream was raw and primal as her orgasm ripped through her, her cunt clamping down rhythmically on Katsuki’s cock. The intense contraction was his undoing. With a guttural roar, he plunged as deep as he could go and erupted, hot ropes of cum painting her insides. SPLURT. GUSH. SPLURT.
The sound of their climax was Eijiro’s trigger. “Fuck! Izuku!” he cried out, his body slamming forward as he emptied himself into Izuku’s ass, his release a hot, pulsing flood. SPLORT. SPLURCH. He collapsed forward, his weight pressing Izuku into the mattress as they both rode out the waves.
For a moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the wet, dripping aftermath. Katsuki stayed buried inside Ochako, his hips giving a few final, shallow twitches. He looked over at Eijiro, a wicked, spent grin on his face.
“Told you they could take it,” he panted. He pulled out of Ochako with a wet, messy schlllck, a trickle of his cum immediately leaking from her well-used pussy onto her thighs.
Eijiro managed a weak chuckle, still nestled deep inside Izuku. “Damn right.” He shifted slightly, and Izuku mewled at the sensation. “Think they’ve got one more in them?”
Katsuki’s eyes, dark and hungry, scanned the two spent, glistening bodies. The room hummed with the aftermath of their first round, the air thick and sweet with the smell of their sweat and sex. Katsuki’s crimson eyes scanned the scene, a predator assessing his prey. Izuku was still shuddering beneath him, his freckled ass a beautifully used mess. Ochako was panting, her voluptuous body splayed out, her cunt dripping Eijiro’s sperm onto the sheets.
“Alright,” Katsuki’s voice cut through the heavy silence, raw and commanding. “Switch.”
Eijiro looked up from where he’d been tracing circles on Ochako’s hip, his sharp-toothed grin flashing. “Hell yeah. My turn to see what all that Deku fuss is about.”
Katsuki didn’t wait for acknowledgment. He moved off the bed with a powerful grace, his veiny cock already hardening again, slapping against his thigh. He stalked over to where Ochako lay. “On your knees, Round Face. Let’s see if that pussy is as greedy as the nerd’s ass.”
Ochako’s breath caught, a fresh wave of arousal flashing in her brown eyes. She scrambled to obey, her wide hips swaying as she got on all fours, presenting her glistening, pink cunt and the full, jiggling moons of her ass to him. “Fuck yes, Katsuki.”
Across the bed, Eijiro was pulling a dazed Izuku up by his hips. “C’mere, man. Been wanting to get my hands on this legendary ass.” He turned Izuku over, pushing his face into the mattress and lifting his hips high into the air. Izuku’s freckled cheeks parted, his swollen, well-fucked hole winking under the dim light.
“It’s… it’s really sensitive, Eijiro,” Izuku gasped, though he made no move to resist.
“Good,” Eijiro growled, spitting onto his palm and slicking his thick, hard cock. He pressed the broad head against Izuku’s entrance. “You can take it. You’re a fucking champion.”
Katsuki positioned himself behind Ochako, running his hands over the incredible softness of her ass, squeezing handfuls of the plush flesh. “Look at this fucking dump truck, Ei. All this ass just begging for a proper fucking.” He leaned down, his voice dropping to a vicious whisper near her ear. “You’re just a set of holes, aren’t you? A filthy, dripping cunt waiting to be filled.”
“Yes! Yes, Katsuki, please!” Ochako moaned, pushing her hips back against him.
“Please, what?” he demanded, landing a sharp SMACK on her ass cheek, the sound cracking through the room and making her jolt forward. The flesh bloomed a perfect red under his hand.
“Please fuck my cunt! Please use my fucking holes!” She cried out, the degradation sparking through her, making her clit throb.
“That’s my good, dirty slut,” he praised, the shift in tone whiplash-fast. He guided his cock to her sopping wet entrance and drove forward in one brutal, unrelenting thrust.
Oooph! The air rushed out of Ochako’s lungs as he stuffed her completely, her cunt stretching to accommodate his girth. A wet splurch echoed as he buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her clit.
The sound of Katsuki’s entrance seemed to be Eijiro’s cue. With a grunt of effort, he pressed forward, the head of his cock popping past the tight ring of muscle of Izuku’s ass. Glrk.
“Fuh-huck!” Izuku whimpered, his fingers clawing at the sheets. “It’s so full!”
“Goddamn, Izuku,” Eijiro groaned, his own eyes rolling back for a second as the intense heat and tightness gripped him. “This perfect ass was made for my fucking cock. You’re taking it so well.” He began to move, setting a deep, rolling rhythm that was less frantic than Katsuki’s but just as powerful. Each thrust made Izuku’s entire body ripple, his ass cheeks clapping together with a steady clap-clap-clap.
The bed became a chaotic symphony of motion and sound. Katsuki pistoned into Ochako with a savage intensity, his thrusts short and punishing. Thwap-thwap-thwap. His grip on her hips was iron, his fingers leaving bruises on her soft skin. Her huge tits swung violently beneath her, and her ass jiggled with every impact.
“Is this what you wanted, you fat-assed bitch?” He snarled, his voice guttural. “You wanted me to ruin this pretty pussy?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes, ruin it!” she screamed, her voice breaking on a sob of pleasure.
“Such a good fucking whore,” he growled, the praise landing like a physical blow. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing rough, tight circles. “Come all over my cock. Do it.”
On the other side, Eijiro was pounding into Izuku’s ass, his pace increasing. The wet, slick sounds of his penetration were obscenely loud. Squelch. Shluck. Squelch. He leaned over Izuku’s back, his muscular chest pressing down. “You feel that, man? My cock’s so deep in your guts. You’re fucking milking me.”
Izuku could only moan, a continuous, desperate sound muffled by the sheets. His own cock was hard again, leaking onto the bedspread.
“You like taking it in the ass, don’t you, you freckle-faced slut?” Eijiro’s voice was a mix of admiration and filth. “You love getting your hole stretched wide open. Goddamn, look at you.”
The dual sensations, the competing rhythms, pushed them all higher and higher. Katsuko could feel the tight coil in his gut ready to snap. Ochako was clenching around him, her inner muscles fluttering wildly. “I’m going to come! Katsuki, I’m gonna—!”
“Do it!” he roared, slamming into her one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go.
Ochako’s orgasm tore through her; a wordless, guttural scream ripped from her throat as her cunt convulsed around his thrusting cock. The violent clenching was all Katsuki needed. With a final, guttural snarl, he held himself deep and let go. Splurt. Gush. Splurt. Hot pulses of his cum flooded her, painting her inner walls, a messy, claiming creampie that made her sob with the intensity of it.
The sound of their climax was the final trigger. Eijiro felt Izuku’s ass clamp down on him like a vise, the sudden, incredible tightness hurling him over the edge. “Fuck! Taking my load, you perfect boy!” he shouted, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself deep into Izuku’s ass in thick, wet ropes. Splortch. Splacch. His cum joined the mess already inside, a leaking, overflowing creampie that began to drip down Izuku’s trembling thighs.
For a moment, there was only the sound of ragged breathing and the steady drip… drip… of their releases.
Katsuki pulled out of Ochako with a wet, sucking pop, his cum immediately beginning to seep out of her well-used cunt. He looked over at Eijiro, who was still slumped over Izuku’s back, both of them spent.
A wicked, dominating grin spread across Katsuki’s face. “Looks like you two made a real mess.” He slapped Ochako’s cum-dripping ass, making her jump. “Clean it up, Ei. Lick his fucking hole clean. And you,” he said, his gaze landing on a dazed, blissed-out Izuku.