Infernal Ice (Female Shoto)

Shoko Todoroki looked the same as ever: an aloof, two-Quirked genius that was destined for greatness as a hero. Despite that, nothing about how she felt was heroic. Honestly, she felt more like a villain; not a supervillain, though. Still, she couldn't deny that she was ready to snap at everything in a matter of seconds, barely holding on like it was a deus ex machina.

The U.A. Sports Festival was another one of many tests that awaited U.A. students. It was a place for them to compete and test their mettle against the many other aspiring heroes they were classmates or rivals against. A great opportunity for the students participating to show their value in any way they could. This would then proceed with Pro Heroes from other agencies going about checking the students that earned their attention, leading to the potential of being scoured and trained by a more professional hero to reach new heights.

All of this was just fucking shit to Shoko. She couldn't bother with it. Sparks of embers ready to inflate and explode the room she was in, only for good breathing to kick in. Her toes tapping rapidly as every coping method known to man was applied to stop Shoko from destroying public property.

'That stupid old man!' she cursed, the darkest pits of her wishing to send him sliding down to hell. Not that it would have many any difference to what happened; shaky fingers making its way to the scarred eye of hers.

"And here we have an emo in her natural habitat!"

A quirky, casual voice melted Shoko's indifference. Shoko finding her eyes rolling at who entered, the blindfolded idiot as he was known in the class. Y/N strolled into her room with exaggerated swagger, lounging about in a way that was making Shoko tense. Y/N was... a free spirit, how he was in U.A. still was beyond her. The man casually wore capitalism shirts for crying out loud!

Her lips created the motion for talking, but she froze those movements over. Initiating conversation with him would be a big mistake, so she opted to go with simple answers and wait for her time to go to the match. It was the final match of the sports festival, with Shoko feeling a bit more eager to go all out than before.

However, she felt like she was hitting her breaking point sooner than before. Per usual, Y/N's bluntness felt like a Quirk specialising in emotional damage. Somehow, every word that fell from his lips was welling something inside of her. Her body gasping at just what was Y/N to make her feel like this. She always kept to herself, never bothering with others; Shoko had her own shit to deal with! But now it was getting harder to ignore.

"Hey, hey, hey. You got a great Quirk, reminds me of that song. What was it? Something about being hot and cold, then something about yes and no. I can't remember, it feels old," Y/N rambled on,

A void of information pooled out of him as Shoko was driven more emotional with each second. Could he accelerate his thoughts anymore?! How bored was he to hound her for so long?! Why hadn't she used her Quirk to silence the blathering idiot?! Reasoning was slowly collapsing as Y/N made himself a target for her without even paying attention.

"Enough."

Y/N fell silent right at that instant. "I beg your pardon?" he said with some exaggeration, mostly joking, but honestly quite surprised; the douche sunglasses he wore made that unclear for the child of the Number 2 Pro Hero.

Y/N's back met the wall as her fingers wrapped around his collar, her body strength showing her natural training as she grounded him against the wall. "I said that's fucking enough, you blathering idiot! I'm stressed enough as it is, I don't need someone stupid and annoying like you buzzing around me!" she warned him.

"I know you've got two Quirks, but does that extend to your time of the month?" Y/N responded, ignoring her question and being his usual self. It wouldn't change for anyone.

A wire was cut in Shoko's brain as she grabbed both his hands and slammed them above his head. This wouldn't have been much for Y/N to get out of, only for the room to freeze over; captured by her cold-related technique as Shoko exhaled a fresh puff of white air, seemingly even more heated than before.

"I fucking warned you," she spat out, shades of her revealed in a way that had Y/N gulping at her; it was as if her personality had been adapted to something new on the fly.

"That's hot," Y/N told her, not even hiding how he felt.

Complimenting her in the situation he was in only served to pull at Shoko's gears even more, just what kind of man gets excited at being frozen over?! She didn't need to know, Shoko just had to get what she wanted. "Enough of this stupid stuff!" Shoko shouted out at him, digging her fingernails into his trapezius muscles and forcing her lips against him.

Her small lips didn't match the amount of aggression she forwarded into the kiss, hungrily attempting to tame him as Shoko's stamina persisted. Y/N allowing her for the moment of glory as she made little attempt to get more oxygen, only pulling back for the briefest of moments, with the returning kiss increasing in power, as if Shoko needed to make up for even daring to strip her lips off his for the necessity of breathing. 

'My turn,' Y/N thought to himself, ready to slip his tongue and give her a good tease.

The moment the action was attempted, Y/N found a knee to his stomach as the ice poured down harder. Shoko's eye twitching crazily as she plucked her lips from him, thirsty and dangerous. "No fucking chance, bastard! Try that again and you are being cryogenically frozen! You're going to take this all without complaining! I had to deal to with you babbling in my ear like a parrot! This is all your mouth is good for!" she declared.

A new side of Shoko peeling itself in front of him as Y/N was forced to accept the new role in who was dominant. It didn't matter too much to Y/N, but he had to admit that not being able to kiss her sucked a lot more than he'd have liked to admit. Still, Shoko was testing his endurance, so Y/N put faith in his immaculate rizz and the power of his body to shatter Shoko's sense of self.

The grin that played on his face brought unease to Shoko, already aware that she was acting way out of character for who she was. Everything around her had just caved into her, with this method of relief suddenly appealing to her. 'I'm not even interested in him!' Shoko told herself, going right back to sucking face with him even faster than before.

Her hands played across his body with fantastical glee as Shoko's thigh rubbed against his, attempting to hook itself around him as Shoko didn't just make out with him; she was pushing herself into him like they were ready to fuse there.

Sloppy, sweet sounds filling the cold room as their breath grew hotter in the heat they were making with. Shoko's chest rubbing against him more and more, not that she was paying attention to it. It was the heat of the moment that made the two of them realise that fact more clearly, yet they still had so much more they wished to do there.

Shoko's tongue swirling around his, going over it and attempting to bury it with her dextrous tongue. Her nails greedily pushing itself against his skin, even piercing his fragile skin brought some weird euphoria over her. The feeling not only registering in her mind, but coming lower to her body. A sense of clarity overtaking her in that moment as Shoko could feel just how much some random sense of desperation and anger was driving her.

The quote stood clear; all it takes it one bad day. Therefore, Shoko just pressed against Y/N even harder than before. Shoko hitting herself against him as her thighs started to stain itself with something fresh. Fluids that were obvious somehow needed explaining to Shoko. All her time training hard and having something more intense on her mind dampening the need to delve into such basic desires; it wasn't to say that Shoko had never flicked her bean before.

However, it all came back to her. Relinquishing herself, even if it was briefly, from what held her back was bringing a new side of her as Shoko whacked her first against his side, connecting sweetly and making him gasp at that.

"Since when are you into S&M?!" Y/N muttered.

"S-shut up!" Shoko's tone was dizzy as she went about doing it again, finding a strange joy in it that resulted in her continuing to pummel against his body while stealing his liberty with a kiss. Both feelings of domination and supremacy leaving her desperate for more.

'She won't mind, would she?'

Unable to not get a piece of the action, Y/N resorted to fighting back against Shoko's hyper sexuality. Whenever her tongue came across to teach him, Y/N would retort with his own. No rejection of that. The second time it was done with more blatant force, yet Shoko didn't penalise his boldness.

From there, Y/N began matching her tongue's town and tempo. The both of them truly had no clue what they were doing, yet they still went at it. Their instincts guiding them to whatever was working. 'I still wish she'd just let me stop hanging from this. It's making me armpits feel funny,' Y/N thought to himself, though his mind was awash with pleasure the next moment.

Shoko's hands switching from digging into his muscles and slowly moving over his neck, her fingers looking ready to dig in and rip him like a vampire, yet Shoko obviously didn't do that, opting to caress it like it was high importance, then finally snake her hands up to his neck. A light pressure on it that extenuated Shoko's sexual preciousness.

Pressed against one another, the two of them went in for one final oxygen-ridding kiss. The two of them making eye contact before, immediately establishing all conditions for the battle. Whoever held out the longest would win, it didn't matter in what way that would be.

Spit combined between the two of them, falling against one another as well. The feeling of it against their skin making them act up as they both tried their hardest, going Plus Ultra as every command in their brain that asked for air was rapidly denied. They were going dizzy, yet seeing the others face was enough to drive them out of defeat and push them to starve themselves.

Both filling each other while emptying themselves was the magic of the situation as Y/N could only think of using his leg against her. His hands were frozen above his head, so it meant this was the next best adaption he could make. 'How'd you like that?' Y/N's brain slowing down as he pushed forward for victory, wrapping his legs around Shoko to bring her closer and getting a good feel of how painfully erect her nipples were underneath her outfit.

Shoko was unaware of how good legs could feel when being used, feeling woefully underprepared that she hadn't realised this possibility when she froze him. The idea to freeze his legs was tempting, but Shoko decided against it. 'The pleasure I get could be less if I do that! I need more, I can take more!'

With her own expectations, the both of them battled it out for a bit longer until they separated at the same time. Their eyes bloodshot, heads turned to the skies, and oxygen was rapidly gathered between one another as they looked at the other with more intimacy than when they first interacted in the very room.

Sexual tension rising as Shoko straightened herself up, several twitches from her legs as Y/N noted the wet stream that draped over her smooth skin. Y/N's mouth lighting up, just begging for a chance to lick at her glistening pussy if he got the chance.

"W-what are you looking at?!" Shoko's turn was sharp still, annoyance wasn't so easily left out of her, but Shoko was still feeling the want from all that kissing.

Y/N shrugged. "You wouldn't get it," he muttered his reference, grinning all the same and imagining himself with a cigarette.

Pouting at Y/N still being himself (though Shoko was still happy, she'd prefer that), the sight of her lowered even more as Y/N watched her with visible awe at the pose she took. Shoko didn't lack the grace of a woman, that was for sure. It was just the case of her having never shown it before.

"Then I'll just ask this," she warned him, flicking the bulge and feeling a smile play on her lips, no matter how hard she tried to resist showing it. The difficulty of that spiking up even more until it broke into shock once Shoko finally got her hands on it.

It had a life of its own, one too massive to think it shared a body with another human. The size of it made her father's arm look puny, veins dancing around it more than the ones shown on Mr Olympia participants. The tip of the 'spear' was covered in a reddish-purple throbbing colour, completely crazy without a proper stimulus on it.

Shoko's hands working around his thick nut sacks, her lips close to completing a full circle of licking them, only to break out of it. "W-wuh—what?!" she mumbled to herself.

Y/N's weak grin coming from seeing her like that. 'She's really cute,' he thought to himself, tempted to let it out by not saying it. "Rise and shine, princess. Is this the first time you've seen a dick? No, I suppose bitch-breaker would be more accurate. After all, it's what you'll be by the end of this!" Y/N told her.

Shoko scoffed at that. How could he be so confident that she'd go anywhere near his dick?! Shoko was ready to teach him that everything wasn't going to go the way he hoped for it, ready to package his dick back into his pants and leave him like that.

Her process paused when she felt Y/N's dick tense, and a funny feeling as the part she was touching before was further back. Her quick thinking making her realise the insanity of suck a feat. 'Did it get bigger mid touch?! It can't be his Quirk, so does that mean it's just like that?!'

Such rarity couldn't be taken away from her at this point, Shoko bringing it up close to her and rubbing it into her face like it was cream. On cue, a runner up of pre-cum was messily spilling along her face as Shoko took to bringing the tip to her mouth and tasting it, a sharp feeling quickly going down into her, attracting her lips to go wilder.

"Watch this!" Shoko told him, wanting to mention that she still had the strength to not be overwhelmed and that it would be this dick getting deflated and drained, not her.

Her face went flush as Shoko seemed to suddenly know what to do almost by instinct, going around his cock by starting to kiss it. The familiarity with it leaving Shoko to hurry her mouth juices all over it, panting and slathering it with her saliva. Spit mass-produced in her mouth and being used en masse as Shoko took to covering his whole meat in her silver sauce saliva.

The way it trickled against his cock felt like magic to her, more strange feelings welling up inside of Shoko as the magic of sex pushed her into a new way of life and thinking. Did this serve her any purpose? No. Was it wise to do it before that important thing she had to do?... Probably no. Still, Shoko followed through with it all the same.

Not having a purpose exactly in sight more liberating than her endless struggle and directed hatred as Shoko's eyes toggled between two targets: Y/N's grinning, gasping face and the massive meat cannon that threatened her rationality with the way it ripped at her senses, discarding what could be years of focus for seconds of cock-staring charisma.

The sensitive, flared tip responding positively to her good vibrations as Shoko's tongue was tainted by the pre-cum that flowed out of it. Her pace hurrying up enough that Shoko was finding herself blowing frothy bubbles against his dick whilst her hands went about worshipping his dick more intensely. The struggle of his girth challenging Shoko to find a way to properly jack him off, as if Shoko was trying to jerk off an elephant's trunk completely.

"Can I get my hands free now?!" Y/N questioned her, really wanting to go more down and dirty with her. The sight of her head in his hands as he made her face twist to fit his dick like a meat condom was a fantasy beginning to violently wish it could become reality. Y/N's dick further thickening at such a joy, one that could never be possible without his facetious attitude.

"Mmmwah, mm, mpph~!" was the amazing response that Shoko gave to him as she finished slathering his dick in her mouth juices. Her eyes going brighter as she completed a task that was completely useless to her future occupation; Shoko was still going to be a Pro Hero, right?

Y/N's brow twitching as Shoko was ignoring him. It wasn't even her being aloof or annoyed at him. The freshness of being filthy changing her to the core as Shoko started to take more of his cock in her mouth for once, feeling the tip plunge further rather than settle inside and be dealt with an idle tongue.

"I'm going to remember that; I won't take it standing."

Y/N's promise immediately dumbed down when Shoko worked herself onto him, her tongue pushed back as Y/N's dick expanded further. Horny horizons to discover as spit forced itself outside of Shoko's mouth, the already impressive size and lack of experience making Shoko seem all the more foolish and weak, which Y/N got a chuckle out of. One of the strongest in his class becoming a silly slutty school girl that could end up with more sperm in her brains than actual grey matter.

Descending deeper on his dick, more spittle and proof of Shoko's existence over his cock came onto him. It was enough to arouse his balls into double production time, way more intense than when he looked at porn. For now, Shoko really was the ultimate porn happening in real time. It was true that she didn't have the real experience of one, but the closeness of it all made up for it. Plus, as an aspiring hero, Shoko had the stamina to contribute plenty of sex.

His massive prick stained with spittle and her juices. Shoko's head rolling more and more easier on her neck as something was burning her cunt, almost questioning it. It was obvious it came from the pleasure, yet Shoko was unaware it was this intense. 'Will it be as intense for him?' she thought to herself, then redirecting that pleasure into pleasing him even more intensely. If she wanted to find out, she was going to have to do it herself.

Her P.E. uniform was tainted in colour as Shoko's spittle poured off his cock, sometimes off her mouth, and more as it stained it; Shoko getting extra excited and letting his dick slam against her chest, with it bouncing with even more vigour as Shoko held her nerves, shoving herself further onto his cock again.

Y/N cooing as Shoko just kept striving to do better. For someone whose Quirk was focused on the elements, her physical training was far from lacking. And while Y/N was still strung up against her intensity, it wasn't like he was a slouch, still capable of using his hips to surprise her. One of the moments being now as Shoko let her lips free itself off his dick, only to end up having it driven further into her mouth and leaving her body shaking and gasping in surprise.

These choking surprises happened every so often, but it was never the be all or end all. Shoko recovering in time while Y/N never able to fully unleash himself into her. Y/N knew what he needed to do, but it was going to take some time. For that moment, he allowed pleasure to take him and for Shoko to take the lead as Shoko, thankfully, would always learn to grow from the experience and push her shaft-shoving skill further up. Her cheeks positively inflating every time she decided to suck down on his cock.

Her delicate hand moved to jerk his cock off. Shoko didn't know what it was, but she wanted more every single time. Her finger stopping at a vein, playing with the rigid surface and loving the way it felt, as if several rubber bands had been compressed into one. 'This smell... it's like Midnight's Quirk,' she compared, though Shoko definitely favoured the effectiveness of this one compared to the R-Rated Hero.

All her training and progress eventually brought something back into Shoko, who felt so silly. 'Oh heavens, how did I forget these?!' she thought to herself, mentally slapping herself over the head for such a late notice on it.

Shoko wasting no time getting right to those balls of his, the intense size and weight they held all too clear for her with just skin contact. Grasping it with her spare hand, the joy it was building up was making Shoko all the more eager to get her throat done in and squeeze a real load out of him, having already gone crazy taking her dripping pussy juices and lathering it up in the dick that was about to erupt in her mouth.

Sinfulness coming in greater abundance with Shoko as she left herself to these impulses, focused and frigid like ice, while having the pursuit of powerful ideals and passion like that of flames. Her hand squeezed at it, making Y/N yelp. "Easy, easy!" Y/N said, head rolling back and forth, his toes curling, and head shooting up and looking at the frozen ceiling as his urge to blast his load came out all the more intensely.

"N-no way! This 'third leg' Quirk of yours is going down with this mouth!" Shoko told him, pushing her mouth and throat further to take it in. The struggle coming about with how her eyes appeared to grow in their sockets when doing this, but that meant little to Shoko. Deeper and deeper was the only way to go. Compared to what she had been through, pushing herself this much was the least she could do... as his woman.

The last idea that spawned in her head was a bit too much for her, but Shoko couldn't deny the spark was there. What started out as anger was turning more sweet as Y/N's cum was close to appearing; the improving flavours of his pre-cum the closer it got to orgasms was something that Shoko was sure didn't make sense, but that didn't matter to her as Shoko continued to suck down on his dick over and over, repeating the extra motions of pleasing his thick testicles and driving her hand all over his dick at super speeds to further the process.

A rapid build of seed continuing to accumulate as Y/N thrusted his hips aggressively, but Shoko had already adapted to his dick more and more. "What the hell are you made of?!" Y/N gasped out, finding his hips smacking back against the wall his arms were frozen on. Still, Shoko hadn't gone dick drunk. Her sense of self strong enough to overcome the task at hand.

With the end in sight, Shoko did a mental checklist over what she had left to do by the end of this. Most of it was marked by her, but then another sense of relief hit her that Shoko hadn't forgotten this one before it was too late. She'd have to thank Y/N's virile nature and willpower that prevented his ejaculation from happening.

Like bubble gum popping, Shoko's love strings sprayed off and connected her to his dick as a glint appeared in her eyes. "I'll make sure you cum, but not before doing this!" Shoko finding the need to mention every tiny detail to him with arrogant glee as her tits worked along his cock and her mouth was pushed to work again.

"Damn, them tits!" Y/N brazenly spoke.

It shouldn't have been much, but it felt a bit too silly. Shoko's eyes rolling. "Of course they are my tits, idiot!" A flushed expression rolling through her. It was strange that embarrassment could run through her body with how needy she was already being, but it didn't matter as Y/N continued to poke holes.

'Just a bit closer,' Y/N thought, feeling his body ready to explode at any moment. Y/N's smile was condescending, strong enough that Shoko's eyes were drawn to the expression he was making. "That's what I said, those tits! They're bad!"

Shoko grumbled. "Where do you want to be buried?!" she questioned him, just about ready to freeze his dick and be over with it at this point.

"In them titties, bro!" Y/N told her.

Shoko's few seconds of confusion was all it took for the tables to turn. Although she was still titfucking his dick, Shoko was so focused on the sex that the second distraction of the ice cracking around his body left her unprepared for when Y/N's hands moved into her silky short hair, gravity working in a centralised spot as breathing in the powerful perfume of his penis was quickly followed up by a brutal pounding to her senses as Y/N's dick soared into her mouth

Y/N suddenly thrust upward, spearing his cock into Shoko's throat. She let out a choked, warbling gasp as that thick dick tip pushed against her tiny swinging uvula, flattening her tongue to the bottom of her mouth. With a grunt, he pushed deeper, and soon a bulge appeared in Shoko's neck as her face began to turn red.

'WHAT THE FUCK?!' she could only think, and even that one statement was hard enough as it was as Y/N just continued to wildly enter into her throat like a rocket entering back into Earth's atmosphere. A fire spreading throughout her body as spit and drool flew from the corners of Shoko's mouth as Y/N fucked her face, treating her wet, hot mouth like nothing more than a whore's pussy for him to batter away at with his cock. His immense dick size was only matched by the speed and almost angry frenzy he used to skull fuck Shoko, making tears stream down her face, no matter how hard Shoko tried to resist them.

Unable to do anything against his super size, the overwhelming musk of his mega man meat left her feeling powerless as Shoko slapped against his thigh once. However, she quickly stopped herself afterwards, deciding that she wasn't a bitch. If Y/N was going to give it his all, then why should she cower against him?! The confidence solidifying in her mind as Shoko just gave it her all. It may have been worthless—her attempts at titfucking a cock diving deep inside of her, fondling his balls as best as possible—but Shoko put her sanity on the line. She did start the game, after all.

Thanks to her confidence in cock-sucking, it provided amazing additions. Her thick thighs rubbed together as her ass bounced and clapped for Y/N, filling the room with the sounds of a thick bubble butt practically twerking along with the sick, glottal noises of a frenzied, almost desperate face fuck. Y/N's knuckles were white with effort as he grabbed her heterochromia hair by the root, practically tugging her face up and down on his cock, over and over again as the minutes ticked by, all while Shoko turned a dark shade of red from having the very air forced out of her lungs as she retched around that cock.

Orgasms bubbled out of the both of them, overtaking their mind. Shoko was first: being cored out through the throat, having her stuffed throat distended enough that the indentation was rocking in her throat, against her tits, as well as how her uniform strained against the suddenly tight shirt, the way his balls smacked against her lips whilst she sucked his dick. Her mind almost blacked out as her pussy blasted enough juices to give her a few seconds of flight. Shoko unable to have imagined her throat being used to wring the cum right out of his dick until now. Everything all seemed so much better and clearer now that Shoko had gone ahead and done her part of her life.

Y/N's mouth wasn't covered, but the noises he made weren't any less bestial than the ones that Shoko was going through. Y/N had no smart words for Shoko, only his own mega cum blasts accompanied by ASMR groans. Y/N's cum blasting into her mouth, filling her up with the thickness as if someone was spreading butter in her being. The ball batter was oversaturated with orgasm-inducing effects, the semen shocking and leaving Shoko spazzing; his balls reacting violently, an emptying noise like a loud toilet flush. It filled both their ears, making both go even more crazy at the passionate affair.

Shoko's sockets flickering themselves back to life like an overexaggerated resurrection as Y/N slowly pulled his cock from out of her grasping depths. Y/N cooing as he felt Shoko hurriedly close her lips and swallowed down the remnants of his splurge, feeling her stomach churn at how much it had suddenly expanded with the chewy cum. Her eyes slowly came around again, now seeming to pulse with little glittery sparks as she took to smearing his wet, sticky tip over her pretty face for a bit, an extra free cleaning service. 

They took a moment to get themselves cooled down from the intensity. A strange feeling going through both of them as they could imagine their teachers telling them about how one shouldn't overstrain their muscles; after intense exercise, give it some rest and stretch it out to prevent injury. Of course, the idea of their teachers being present at the two of them getting so down and dirty wasn't truly pleasant, but they managed to rid that thought before it became a cursed image.

Sperm-clogged, and in a state of cock-induced euphoria, Shoko's mind was swimming in nastiness. Her previous demeanour was lost in her new, porn-induced passion. Ideas by the dick-draining dozen polluting her bimbo body as Shoko didn't even waste any time shoving Y/N back into the icy wall. Her hands coming out to rub the long, wet penis from any angle she could muster.

A crazed expression through her face as her dumptruck wiggled behind her, another asset that Shoko had which Y/N had only come to realise this late in the game. "I've been sleeping on your body!" Y/N told her, unable to hold his base urges and going as far as impossible not to ravage her again. Though Y/N admitted that was likely difficult, given that orgasm really did drain the hell out of him.

Shoko's smile send shivers through his body as her hands hugged him. "I want to play a game! I'm going to smack this fat, rice-fed ass of mine all down onto this stupid, almighty cock of yours over and over! Let's see how long we can last before we both explode like crazy! Remember to really hold it back; hell, I'll even try not to bounce my breedable hips against you!" she added.

Nothing more was spoken between the two, but Shoko's eyes did cross over as an orgasm assailed her senses right there. Shoko crazily admitting how excited she was; her body unable to even to resist the prized meat ramming into her. Her soft, plump thighs stained with even more juices than before as Shoko suddenly took charge, dragging his dick against her panties; a few power twists, then the fabric ripped like wet paper.

"This hole?!" Y/N suddenly seized up at feeling his bull cock line up towards her asshole instead, widening her sexy starfish slit. Moans burning up from Shoko's throat as his butt-breaker continued to make process. The tightness at another level, one that'd make her throat seem like the open air as everything outside her anal hole appeared to be closed off. No, it went beyond that. It was as if her asshole existed in another dimension compared to the rest of her body.

A grand intrusion in her guts making Shoko shake as Y/N struggled to work his dick into her butt, once again, the strength of her inner anal muscles were proving a challenge for his world-class women-weapon. Even without that, it was clear the intensity was on another level. Shoko going berserk as her nerves were all set ablaze at the same time. It wasn't a gradual burn, but a complete incineration of any frozen fun through her.

Y/N took it sawing his cock through her tiny asshole, seeing it as the only way to get past the tough walls that made up her almighty asshole. The paradox of the immovable object versus the unstoppable force coming into play as Y/N had sweat pouring from his body like a leaking faucet as he aggressively humped into her, banging all the way into her guts, furiously wanting to fuck her; a stark contrast to how things started out.

Shoko had a fat, slutty ass made for slamming on fat cocks, she was made for this. Yet Y/N put all the effort into doing this, a growl and a grin from Shoko as she allowed her body to be ragdolled, going into hyperactivity levels of horny whilst her insides proceeded to consist of more cock than the very muscles inside of her body. An impossible equation made possible by his biology-breaker, as well as an aggression and need for Shoko's slut-sleeve self.

Thinking about her eventually bouncing her hips against his big-dicked self was making him openly drool, greedily desiring her body and seeing it as part of her personality, but how could he not? Inch after inch not just being swallowed, but fucking disappearing into her nasty depths as noises akin to that of a log being swallowed up by swamp proceeded in bass-boosted format as Shoko still persisted and prevented herself from falling over and over into his lap like a helpless bitch, even as his giant breeding bags spanked her from underneath and supported her to act like the ultimate whore for him.

A wave of dirty talk went off between the two of them as Shoko continued to just barely prevent herself from slamming herself crazy into her, hard as it was. Even more amazing was how the two of them managed to stifle their orgasms, though that soon failed as Y/N got to biting her earlobe and spilling his secrets right into her ears. Shoko's scream going off in a high-pitched fever as her pussy was going to need the penis plumber to help her, gushing like a dam exploded with dynamite. Their feet being steeped in her juices as her intestines were like decorations wrapped around his Christmas tree cock, the most wonderful time of the year taking place in her messy, sweaty asshole.

Tits and ass clapped over and over, a reminder that Shoko had a lot going for her. It was unfair what she had; an ultimate double-sided Quirk, super body, and amazing, lustful assets. Such a gift was meant to be claimed by something equal or superior; Y/N wasn't sure if he was superior, but being erotic equals sounded like a deal to him as Y/N took to kneading both her ass and tits, in love with how her soft flesh slapped off his aggressive assaults on it in the most gentle way possible. It was so amazing how it worked, an absolute miracle that had Y/N drooling and fucking into her like mad, unable to process things with a straight mind, Luckily, Y/N didn't need it to drive into her.

It was game over for Shoko's sanity as she finally relinquished the hold on her body. It was more painful than her slamming herself all the way down his dick again, the very veins standing out with even more power than before. A sight that made Shoko flushed and feverish in awe as he arched her back and howled like a beast in heat as she succumbed to the pleasure, rapidly bouncing like a switch on auto mode with her ass being reshaped with every meaty thrust into one perfectly suiting for Y/N's horse-shaming, cum-blasting fuck-rod.

Y/N took to adjusting his strokes more pleasure, going so far as to practically dislodge his entire cock out; the diameter of the gape looking like four pineapples could fit in it. Seeing all the sex slime clinging and coated and being dripped from her ass was a sight too powerful for the young man, making him leave everything behind except for an overwhelming intensity that had him crashing down into her, the force powerful enough that it ripped her uniform from the outside, revealing the giant cock bulge and making the zip fly off.

A brutal flurry of ass-clapping, hip-hurting, cock-cracking proceeded to begin, every single thrust balls deep and deeper (if that was humanly possible, even with Quirks), punching Shoko's greedy, overexcited womb from the other side of her anal cavity and overwhelming the slick walls of this very yummy asshole of hers, his big fat balls contracting and slapping into her puffy pussy lips with every single swing! Stomach and womb were both being crushed between his bitch-breaker and it was only thanks to the very intense size that was pounding into Shoko in the first place that she didn't go crashing into the room and leaving a Shoko-sized imprint on the wall.

With a clashing of souls and hips, the two of them met in another orgasm that had them giving it their all and more. An absolute ass-filling that went on for minutes as the very room, even when encased in ice, couldn't block the sounds of seed being pumped into Shoko. The sex was too powerful for the both of them to do anything else with the orgasm, their brains overwhelmed by the information as they shook against one another. Shoko's juices making Y/N think she also had a water-related Quirk as Y/N's cock repelled all the juice stored in it, jizz visibly draining with each load at the cock bulge veins were dying down just that tiny bit more.

'I-I'm going to have to drop on the floor and clean this all up!' Shoko thought in joy, unable to think of a better way to end the sports festival than cleaning up their winter womb kinky kingdom by Y/N making more mess for her to clean up. It gave her such energy, and it left Shoko not minding how rivers of sloppy jizz left her defenceless ass as Y/N pulled out, taking her prolapse with him as his balls finally died down a bit after his stomach-stretching spunk took root into her body.

The very sweat pooling off his body was enough that Y/N was sure that he'd slip on it, but that didn't happen. Instead, what was now happening was that Shoko gripped him. It wasn't one that meant she needed help; Y/N clearly needed help. Yet, at the same time, it wasn't one that meant she was helping. "Huh?!"

In that next moment, Y/N made contact with the table left there as Shoko jumped on it. Her asshole trying its best to close up the damage, only to fail, as if struck by a fatal spear that prevents the healing of all wounds. "Did you forget?! I said I was going to use you for stress relief, and I intend to make good on my promise!" she panted out, although dominant over him, she still had a fragile fuckmeat status to her that meant a good dicking might just be the cure; fight fire with fire.

Still, Y/N couldn't ignore how hard his dick started beating, enough that he would have grabbed it and blew on it to minimise the heat haze swirling around it. Shoko was practically a monster from a hentai given human form. The only thing that was left on her bare body was the shredded top half of the P.E. uniform, the zipper gone, allowing for her fat (make that double thick, fatter) tits to spoil his view and further turn him into a perverted, hung human dildo.

Bent perfectly, Shoko was the first to move, though it felt like she displaced space-time itself to arrive at that coital conclusion. Her pussy smashed apart with relative ease; the experience tunnelling into her tight, anal depths meant her pussy was no challenge, practically a one-shot, one time orgasm first attempt. The pleasure and powerful force it of it forcibly opening up her jizz-drenched asshole and having rivers of it randomly spewing behind her like some sloppy, slimy, overlord succubus tail made of semen.

The wildness of the sex only just beginning as a shared moan of delight was shared between the two of them as Shoko easily slammed herself down on him, unable to stop herself from going self-harming, super full throttle. The dangers of her body meaning nothing as Y/N had to match the intensity. "You're really crazy! It feels like you'll bend my dick in half!" he praised, though Y/N felt true fear at that possibility. Sure, Y/N's dick seemed unstoppable, but it had gone through multiple rounds with Shoko, who seemed all the more powerful going against it. Going by the formula in the manga he read, this was not a good sign for him.

The process of her pussy being pounded and pushed out was put on loop for Shoko as her drool was spilling out of her mouth very much like the pre-cum amounts of Y/N's dick; an abnormal amount that amounted to ropes of her saliva spilling all over the place, sometimes marking Y/N, as if Shoko was some sickly, slutty beast from stories that would choose specific methods of selecting their mates. "I can see why my stupid old man chose to get into an arranged marriage! He couldn't help but have a hot bitch to bare his kids and more to it! I hate that dick, but I might as well try the Number 2 Pro Hero's methods!" Shoko madly rambled on, private territory casually breached.

Shoko leaned forward, smashing herself deeper onto his dick, no matter the price; anything was worth it. Her toned thighs flexing to ligament-snapping degrees. Her hands running deep into his hair, before brutally plucking him up and cuddling him deep into her breasts. Shoko's speed increasing once again, the heavy impacts of her jiggly Asian cake making it more difficult to not get swept up in her sexual storm as Shoko offered Y/N to 'test her milk', even if it may be a bit early before production.

Y/N didn't mind, happily going about motorboating the fine pair of tits. A lot of the girls he knew had amazing breasts, and they likely needed to be sampled before Y/N could give a definitive conclusion, but he had to admit that Shoko's ones were really incredible. The rough, forceful Amazon position intensifying thanks to Y/N's wild sucking and biting all over those fun bags, even clawing at them and slapping them. Such full, fit, flashy mega milkers for his delight. Of course Y/N was going to act silly over them! 

Perky, full breasts that continued to defy the elements and nature itself with how immaculate her pale pillows were. The heavy hippo ass of hers that worked in combination with her big breasts to culminate the ultimate cumdump champion for men to crave; arm-fuckers who would do anything to even get a private video of them. Here, it was all being used for Y/N's joy as Shoko was foaming from the mouth, her pussy making even more dirty, wet, slippery sounds to trigger their orgasms faster and leave it to chain the both of them in a never-ending bliss of nympho-like behaviour that would leave them both unable to continue aspiring to be Pro Heroes.

The tough material of the table was starting to concern Y/N's back as noises irrelevant to their organs colliding were starting to finally reach his ears. It was faint, but Y/N had an idea on what it was... maybe. The excitement of sucking on her breasts, especially as Shoko took to suffocating him into it, calling him a "a big-dicked, blindfolded, bull bastard that loves big boobies", the freakish, fetished way she spoke doing wonders to him as Y/N just had to keep dropping his dick inside her over and over, seeing no other option, balls banging against her with addled intensity; the force of it like electricity, traversing all her body, spreading everywhere, and feeling like a hammer was rattling against the skull of Shoko.

Briefly, a lack of vision proceeded in Shoko's world; the whiteness of the world all too clear for her. Everything eventually came back, it was lurid; however, leaving Shoko traumatised as the red-tipped spear that was his dick crushed her cervix like it was trash, reaching her womb and spreading out her baby bag, punching further and further. A female fatality to her senses as Shoko's self continued to be warped and worked around his dick; her very existence taking second priority to his dick as Y/N's cock grew with such comfort, allowing him to once again wash away her insides in an impossible amount of jizz that had Shoko's body rumbling, rumbling, it was all cumming in!

It wasn't just a two times, three times, or even four times more. The best way Shoko could explain it (which was already a miracle given how her brainwaves looked ready to disappear off the face of the earth) was that his cum load had increased by a multitude of powers. The sheer force, size, strength, and the time for his load to just fill up Shoko was mind-boggling. The nymphomaniac-generating numbers going off the scale as a 10.0 earthquake formed inside of her womb at once.

Y/N gripped onto Cana's tits with desperation, unable to think about how he'd keep himself sane if he tried to resist that. Y/N wasn't even thinking, going off by his hormones as Y/N wrapped his legs around Shoko's body and tried pulling her through. His body going wild, information running rampant through his body as only sensations pooled into him. If a voice wasn't enough to get him hard, then it would be ignored. That was just how Y/N's body was working as Shoko's sweaty self mixed against his, her juices coming at an insane rate that matched his previous orgasms, how she wished they could have clashed when they were at equal footing.

Despite that, Shoko continued to go on and strong, showing more strength than Y/N, who was rambling like crazy in his mind as Shoko bounced about, her ass meeting with his balls, pressing them down and attempting to drain out more jizz from those bountiful beasts. The erotic elixir of a lewd life stuffed in them as Y/N went about trying to move as best he could against the intensity and dominance that Shoko held, especially as she even ripped his face from her tits, enjoying the sounds of his screaming; Y/N's orgasm ringing throughout his body with the intensity of getting a total of 20 Quirks transplanted in you.

In that very moment, red and blue combined together to create purple; a powerful perfection. Shoko couldn't brag straight as a strange phenomenon came upon the both of them. Shoko finding her body practically dragged and grated against Y/N and his bull cock by an invisible attracting force whilst Y/N's body wasn't allowed to relax, being pushed and repelled into her. It chained over and over, cock and cunt clashing and clinging to one another over and over until the both of them very literally wrung the other one dry. Orgasms overkilling the two of them many times, making them lose themselves as the heat consumed them.

A powerful smell of sex and cum scent lingered endlessly as Shoko panted, hovering over Y/N. Their entire existence practically glued to one another, cum and more cum and a lot more of cum and sweat combining the two of them together. Shoko had to gather her breath again, giggling and going crazy as she straightened up; Y/N completely spent. "Well, looks like this is the final match, but you haven't said you've given up yet! Let's go again!" Shoko rambled, leaving Y/N to the mercy of a multi-Quirked menace.

***

Elsewhere, complete disappointment awaited the rest of the people outside. Bakugo on the verge of losing it as Shoko Todoroki still hadn't shown up for the match. The ice around the room she created too strong to even melt.

"U... uhh... In that case! The winner of the U.A. Sports Festival is Katsuki Bakugo!"

"WHAT THE?!"