The hero academic

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magic fleshlight

Ochako's commute from her parents' to UA when she visited was always uneventful. An hour on the train meant she was up earlier than usual on Monday morning, leaving her with a rake of older businessmen who looked a little dead inside. Still, at least it was peaceful, she thought.

Suddenly, Ochako clenched her thighs with a gasp and looked around. No one was near her, but something was toying with her slit.

Ochako tightened her thighs as though to stop it, but the finger simply slipped into her. Ochako's legs shook and she grabbed the railing. What was happening? She looked down. Her uniform skirt just covered her shaking thighs, but she could see a damp trickle dripping to her stocking. Another finger was added and she hitched forward, keening.

Someone in front of her turned to glance at her and Ochako bit her lip. He turned away and the fingers eased out of her cunt.

Ochako let out a slow breath of relief. Then, she froze as something bigger brushed against her hole.

No. No no no. She squeezed her legs tightly to stop it but the cock pressed into her anyway. Ochako fell forward, dropping into an older man's lap, with a loud moan. A few people jumped, but it was the older man who noticed Uraraka fucking her hips back first. He hesitated and reached forward, yanking her skirt up over her ass.

A few people gasped and cold air hit Ochako's cunt. It was laundry day and she'd figured nothing was better than panties too small.

"Holy shit," someone remarked, "look how fucking wet she is."

Uraraka whined, hitching her hips back harder. Her cunt clenched around the invisible cock, hidden by her lips so no one could see.

The older man ran his hands down Ochako's ass and squeezed. Ochako whined, practically drooling onto his crotch. "Little whore is so horny, she's fucking air." He raised his hand and spanked her. Ochako jolted against the raising bump in his pants and moaned. He pulled down the zip and pulled his cock out, tangling his hand in Ochako's hair and tugging. "Suck, slut."

Ochako swallowed hard but wrapped her lips around his dick. Instantly, he pushed her head down and it slid into her throat. Ochako gagged, throat spasming around him, and the man moaned. "Fuck yes, choke on my dick." Ochako sobbed and he spanked her again, and she jerked forward further onto his cock. The cock inside her moved faster, slamming into her, until it came in several hot spurts.

"Oh fuck!" Someone behind her grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks. "This slut came out with cum in her!"

"Whore," the old man spat.

Ochako pressed against his thighs, desperate for air, but dropped as someone slammed into her.

"You're going to swallow," the man insisted. "Got it?"

Ochako whined and she was forced further onto his cock. The shock of heat came without warning but Ochako couldn't do much other than let it slide down her throat. Her eyes rolled back into her head, oxygen running out too fast. When the man finally pulled away, cum still spilled out of Ochako's lips and she moaned as she was fucked. "H-H-Harder-" She begged.

"Hear that?" The man called. "Bitch wants more." He grabbed her by the hair and twisted her, so she stood with him fucking her, bent at the waist, in the middle of the train. "You heard her! Fill her up, boys!"

Ochako whined as another cock was pressed to her lips but she eagerly swallowed this one down, grabbing the two nearest cocks to stroke. Her clit throbbed as something vibrating was pressed to it, but when Ochako looked, she saw nothing but strange dick pounding into her.

"Hey, this slut was in the sports competition," someone called. Ochako's stomach dropped. "She lost."

"Of course she did," someone else cackled. "She wanted to fuck her opponent too badly. Look at how fucking wet she is."

Ochako whined as one of the cocks in her hand came, semen splashing the side of her face, but he was quickly replaced. The vibrations increased and Ochako humped back, fucking herself on the stranger's cock as she came.

Her body went slack, and she barely reacted as a second load of cum spilled down her throat.

"More," she whispered. "P- Please-"

By the time she reached her stop, having missed it and ridden the track three times, Ochako's skirt had been torn off and used to tie her to the pole at the waist. Tally marks stained her legs, so far fifteen in total, and 'cumpdump', 'hero slut', and 'trainwhore' pointed at her cunt. Cum dripped down her thighs, and someone had shoved a gag into her mouth.

Which was how Aizawa found her.

He stepped onto the train and ran his hand down Ochako's ass. "You missed school today."

Ochako relaxed at the sound of her teacher, almost sobbing in relief. She made a pleading noise through the gag, but Aizawa drew his hand back to slap her ass.

Ochako jolted and a glob of cum dripped from her pussy to the floor. Aizawa's handprint grew red on her cheek.

"Too busy getting fucked like a common slut to come to training?" Aizawa asked.

Ochako tried to shake her head, but yelped as Aizawa hit her again.

"Don't worry, you won't get detention." Aizawa grabbed her hips. "You can work it off instead."

Ochako sobbed as Aizawa thrust into her. He set up a fast, brutal pace, the balls of his piercings rubbing against Ochako's g-spot. Teased and fucked for hours, she was sensitive, and the vibrator was still pressed hard against her clit. Her legs shook as she came.

"So fucking needy." Aizawa shook his head and held Ochako up by her ass. "Can't even last one good fuck."

Ochako sobbed as he sped up, grip bruising her thighs. Aizawa came quickly, Ochako tight despite the dozen loads she'd taken.

Ochako's eyes rolled into the back of her head as he came, pressed straight up against her cervix, and tears rolled down her cheeks as she came to the sensation of his cum filling her up. When she looked down, her stomach was bloated with strangers' cum.

The vibrator buzzed away as she dropped to the ground, knees locking, still practically cumming from the overstimulation.

Aizawa pulled the gag from Ochako's mouth. "You ready to go home? I'll drop you to the dorms."

Ochako stared up at him. Cum streaked through her hair and stained her shirt, and the ruined strips of her skirt kept her wrists tied to the pole. "Please," she whined, "let me stay longer."

Aizawa grinned. "Whatever you want." He grabbed the marker and drew another tally on Ochako's leg. As an afterthought, he wrote on her back, 'UA Sponsored Public Cumdump' and signed his initials so it appeared official. Then he pushed the marker into Ochako's cunt.

Ochako whined, hitching her hips back, but Aizawa pulled his hand away, leaving her with the marker sticking out of her pussy.

"I'll be back in five hours," he said. "Be a good hero whore and service as many men as you can."

"Yes, sir," Ochako sobbed.

Aizawa grinned. He knew the magic fleshlight he'd commissioned would be worth it. He hadn't expected it to work lying on the desk with a vibrator pressed against it all day, but from the way Ochako clenched around the thin marker and humped down to try and fuck herself with the marker using her own calves, it was.

He watched Ochako cum once more, screaming, before getting off. Three people got on the carriage as he left, and when he turned back, he just caught one of them slam into Ochako's cunt as the train pulled out of the station. He'd have to get more magic fleshlights.

Bakugou slumped into his chair with a huff. Morning light shone through the window into his eye and he dropped his head onto his table, trying to ignore whatever dumb shit Deku was muttering about.

A hand grabbed his shoulder and he looked up to see Kirishima grinning at him. "Hey, Bakubro. You don't look so good today."

"Fuck off." Bakugou shrugged Kirishima's hand off. "Didn't sleep well."

"Damn, really?" Kirishima frowned. "You went to bed at half eight."

"I just didn't, shitty hair." Bakugou crossed his arms and rested his chin on them. Kirishima didn't need to know that it was because his dumbass fucking horny brain wouldn't shut up, and he simply wasn't able to cum that night for some reason. "Go away already."

"Whatever you say, bro." Kirishima clapped his shoulder. "See you later."

At that moment, Aizawa walked in and everyone rushed into their seats. "Alright class," he yawned, "presentations this morning. We're going in order of the seating arrangement, so…" He glanced up. "Yuuga, you're up first."

Bakugou sat up and opened his notebook. As useless as the extras were, there were always questions on the presentations in the exams, particularly the midterms, and fuck if Bakugou was losing marks because of something dumb like a bad night's sleep.

He focused on taking notes on a few extras' presentations, but just as Mina went up, something traced his slit. Bakugou tensed, but when nothing else happened, he ignored it. He must have imagined it. Then a finger slid into his cunt.

Bakugou's breath hitched and he glanced around. He was still wearing his pants, and no one had moved. Could it be a quirk?

Another finger slipped into him and curled up. Bakugou gripped the edges of his desk, trying to steady himself. No one else was reacting. Was he the only target?

"Bakugou," Aizawa called. "Pay attention."

"Yes, sensei." Bakugou bit his lip but continued writing as the fingers inside him began spreading, fucking deeper into him. He squirmed silently in his seat as he felt himself growing wetter. Being unable to cum the previous night didn't help, and he struggled to hide his moan as Mina finished up. Another finger began circling over his clit and Bakugou clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Bakugou," Aizawa called again, "if you need to leave-"

"No, sensei," Bakugou rushed out. If he stood, he wasn't going to be able to hide his shaking legs. "I'm sorry. Just a sneeze."

Aizawa nodded and the presentations continued. So did the fingers torturing him, moving faster and harder inside him. Bakugou bit his lip again, gripping his pencil tightly, as he came around the mystery fingers. They continued to fuck him through oversensitivity right to the start of another orgasm, but just as Jirou finished her presentation, the fingers disappeared.

"Bakugou?" Aizawa called. "It's your turn."

Bakugou swallowed but nodded and stood, legs a touch shaky as he made his way to the top of the class. Slick was dripping down his legs, but thankfully hadn't seeped through his pants. It was over.

"Alright, extras," Bakugou huffed, "my presentation is on a comparison of crime stats in the past five years across Japan to North Korea."

The presentation began well, but halfway through, something thick pressed up against his cunt. Bakugou hesitated but continued when it didn't move. "As you can see, the rural are-ahhs-" Bakugou stammered as it slowly pressed into him. "Um, in rural are-ah!"

"Bakugou?" Aizawa asked as the cock bottomed out inside him. It throbbed, thick and long inside Bakugou's cunt. "Are you alright?"

"Of- of course." Bakugou nodded. "Allergies."

Aizawa raised his hand in a wave for Bakugou to continue, his other hand still beneath his desk.

"Um, so…" Bakugou tried to focus on his prompts as the cock slowly pumped into him. "The rural areas ha- have less minor arrests and more major in Japan per million people, but-" He muffled a moan as the cock began moving faster, properly thrusting now. "But that just indicates catching the criminals. In terms of unsolved ca-ases-" He swallowed hard. A piercing on the understand of his cock hit the perfect spot with every thrust. "The… the cities have a hiiiiigher amount." Bakugou hunched over, legs squeezing, arms clutching his stomach. Something tiny and buzzing was pressing hard against his clit.

"Bakugou, if you are not feeling well, you should go to Recovery Girl." Aizawa leaned his chin on his hand, looking bored.

"I-I'm fine," Bakugou gasped. "I just-" A low groan escaped him. "Ate something off last night." He forced himself up again. He was not getting an extension on this. "Meanwhile in- in Korea-" Bakugou stammered his way through the remainder of his report as the cock pounded him in front of his entire class. They all looked a touch concerned but clapped as usual when he finished.

"Good content, work on your presentation. Next." Aizawa glanced over. "Midoriya."

Deku stood up as Bakugou stumbled towards his seat. Just as he was about to pass Deku, the tiny vibrator on his clit jumped in strength. Bakugou crumpled as he came, squirting in his underwear.

Deku caught him. "Kacchan, are you okay?"

"Yeah, dumbass," Bakugou insisted. "Let me go. I tripped." The vibrator was still going and so was the cock, and he was shaking from overstimulation. Gods, he was already so close again.

"You're shaking-"

A tiny moan escaped Bakugou right next to Deku's ear. Deku's eyes widened but a tiny grin crossed his face. Without protest, he released Bakugou, who had to grab the edge of his desk.

"If you say so." Deku walked up to the front of the class. Bakugou sank into his chair and hunched over the table, trying not to move. Deku kept looking over at him throughout his presentation with that annoying look, and Bakugou's face burned when he realised Deku knew.

Maybe he didn't know exactly what was happening, but he knew Bakugou had cum.

Bakugou bit his lip hard as the cock pounded harder inside him. Deku finished his presentation and went back to his seat. Bakugou risked a glance at him.

Deku met his gaze and smirked, pressing a finger to his lips. Bakugou flushed harder and turned back around. Throughout the remainder of the presentations, Bakugou was fucked through orgasm after orgasm. Finally, the bell rang.

"Dismissed," Aizawa said, crawling into his sleeping bag straight from his chair.

Everyone got up to leave, but Bakugou still hunched over his desk. Deku leaned forward in his chair to whisper, "To close to move?"

"Shut up," Bakugou hissed. "I- I-"

"Go on," Deku urged, as the vibrator turned up again and the thrusts grew faster, sloppier. "Cum."

Bakugou gasped, jaw dropping, as the cock came inside him. The vibrator and the heat flooding him pushed him over the edge a final time and the cock eased out of him.

Deku's smirk only grew and he nudged Bakugou's chair with his foot as he stood and walked out of the class. Soon, Bakugou was the only one left, and Aizawa looked up. "Go to Recovery Girl if you can't walk, Bakugou."

"I'm fine," Bakugou said, breathing heavily. The cock and vibrator had finally disappeared, but he could still feel the cum inside him. "Sorry, sensei." He slowly pushed himself to his feet and glanced down. A wet spot stained the seat beneath him, and he flushed, knowing his pants were showing his arousal. He quickly slipped out of the classroom towards the dorms.

Still inside the classroom, Aizawa smirked and teased his finger along the second magic fleshlight he'd managed to obtain. Gods, he loved this.

Shinsou yawned as he stepped onto the bus. He hadn't slept well that weekend, and the drive back to UA was long. He sipped a cup of coffee as he sat down at the back of the bus. He'd elected to wear a skirt that day, so he crossed his legs and pulled out his phone. Once it connected to his Animal Crossing airpods, he turned on some music and stared out the window.

It was always an eventless drive on the city bus to the UA dorms, so he never really paid attention, but that day as he began to dose off, he felt something human pressing against his cunt.

Shinsou's eyes snapped open and he glanced around, but no one was near him. His skirt was still in position. Still, he felt the cock pressing into him without prep and he bit his lip as it began entering him.

The cock was thick, stretching him wide, and it must have been lubed because it slid into him without issue. Shinsou bit his lip harder to hide the moan that threatened to escape as the cock bottomed out inside him. He'd slept with a few people, but none as big as this.

The cock began thrusting into him quickly and Shinsou shook as he tried to stay quiet. Then a finger began rubbing his clit in teasing circles and Shinsou gasped. Someone on a seat across from him looked up, but seeing nothing out of the ordinary, looked back at their phone. Shinsou squeezed his eyes shut, and his body betrayed him, responding to the stimulation. The cock only began thrusting faster as Shinsou grew wet, and Shinsou bit back a whine.

Now, the person looked up again, and Shinsou did his best to look completely engrossed in his phone, as though he wasn't being plowed by the biggest dick he'd ever seen, and he couldn't even see it.

The dual sensations of being fucked and having his clit rubbed caused his body to tingle, and he struggled to stay quiet, but a gasp escaped him as he came, hard, on the pulsing cock. The pleasure only intensified as the cock began thrusting faster, and Shinsou squirmed, trying to escape it. However, the cock and finger rubbing him followed him as he moved, drawing him closer to a second orgasm.

Shinsou looked around as the old woman across from him climbed off the bus. The bus was mostly empty so early in the morning, except for a group of boys around his age at the front on their way to school too. Shinsou bit his lip to stay quiet, but another gasp escaped him as he felt a second cock against him, and he moaned loudly as it pressed into his cunt beside the first.

The group of boys at the front looked back at him to see Shinsou squirming on the back seat, his face red and panting for breath. They started laughing and pulled out their phones, recording him as they neared him. Shinsou groaned in pleasure, too far gone to care as the boys surrounded him, humping against the cocks inside him.

One of the boys, blonde, reached out and flipped Shinsou's skirt up, revealing his splayed legs and sopping boxers.

Shinsou reached down to push them away and fix his skirt, but the boy grabbed his hands. He had a quirk similar to Sero, because suddenly, Shinsou's wrists were taped tightly to the wall above him, leaving him almost completely at their mercy. Then, the boy sealed the deal by taping his mouth shut too.

"I saw him on the news," the blonde explained, "at the sports festival. He has some freaky hypnosis quirk."

"Oh, shit!" Another, red-haired, gasped. "He's the villain of UA!"

Shinsou tried to object but his words came out muffled and the boys only laughed as he trailed off into another moan.

"Who would have guessed he'd be such a slut?" One boy, dark-haired, dragged his finger along Shinsou's cunt through his boxers and Shinsou sobbed in pleasure. Not from the finger, but because the cocks inside him were speeding up, growing more haphazard. "Sensitive too!"

"It looks like he's about to cum again!" The blonde one fixed his camera, and Shinsou did his best to hold out.

However, he felt both the cocks cum inside him, and he writhed on them, cumming as he was filled. His eyes rolled back as his orgasm rocked through his body.

"Holy shit!" The redhead laughed. He pulled down Shinsou's boxers, and the blonde leaned in with his phone, capturing Shinsou's dripping cunt gaped open and dripping cum.

"What a whore," the dark-haired one sneered. "He came to school after being fucked and came on the bus in front of all of us."

"Yeah, but what luck," the blonde laughed. He robbed his cock through his pants. "We finally get to show this villain what we think of him."

Shinsou squirmed in the tape as the dark-haired boy began fingering him roughly, pushing the strange cum back into his pussy. "Such a slut," he spat. Shinsou winced, but couldn't help but fuck himself back on the fingers.

The others were laughing as they recorded him, muttering lewd fantasies and crude comments about Shinsou's body, but the humiliation only fueled Shinsou's arousal. "I bet you can make him cum on your fingers, dude," the blonde said.

"I plan on it." The dark-haired boy laughed and added three more fingers, and then his thumb, until he was fisting Shinsou. Shinsou's legs spread and he moaned loudly through the tape as he came on the dark-haired boy's hand.

The second Shinsou clenched around him, the boy slid his fingers out and pulled out his cock, slamming into Shinsou. Shinsou sobbed in pleasure, squirming as the boy's cock filled him. He could still feel the cum inside him, being fucked deeper into him, and the boy fucked him harder as his friends cheered him on.

Shinsou moaned as the boy came inside him, but the second he pulled out, the blonde began fucking him. "You're such a dirty whore, aren't you?" The redhead asked as the blonde rubbed Shinsou's clit. The camera was directly in his face. "You love taking all our cocks."

Shinsou whined, his head lolling back as he rolled his hips up, body begging for more. The redhead began jerking off above him, filming Shinsou's reactions as well as his own cock. The blonde moaned, his thrusts growing more haphazard as he rubbed Shinsou's clit harsher. Pain rushed through Shinsou's body, but it melded with the pleasure, and as he came inside Shinsou, Shinsou shook on his cock as he squirted.

"Holy fuck!" The redhead groaned, jerking faster, and he came all over Shinsou's face and chest.

The blonde and redhead tidied themselves up, while the black-haired one showed his phone to Shinsou. On screen, Shinsou could see himself being fucked, face red and expression desperate. "You say a word about this, and this video goes live," the boy said, "ruining all your dreams of being a hero. All you'll be is a useless little cumdump. Understood?"

Shinsou managed a nod, and they left the bus, but left him tied up and used. No one else got on, but when the bus arrived at UA, Aizawa and Present Mic were waiting for him.

"What happened?" Aizawa asked as they untied him and helped him off the bus.

Shinsou shook his head. "I- I must have got hit by a quirk," he said, squeezing his legs as cum dripped down his thighs.

Aizawa and Present Mic shared a look. "Why don't you come to my office, Shinsou?" Aizawa suggested. "We can talk about it before class."

Shinsou reluctantly nodded, following his teachers through the hall and into Aizawa's office. He sat in the chair at one end of the table as Present Mic locked the door, and he and Aizawa sat across the table from Shinsou. They passed him a paper cloth and waited until he cleaned the cum on his face and most of it from his shirt before talking. "Tell us what happened."

As he recounted the tale, leaving out the part about the magic sex so they might believe him, Shinsou felt the cock from before press into him again. He stumbled. "I- I-"

"Take your time," Present Mic assured him.

Shinsou nodded, biting his lip as the cock began fucking him again, fast and hard. "So- so, they, uh, they- ah- got a video, but- but I don't, ng, I don't know-" He bit his lip harder as a finger began rubbing his clit again. "S- Sorry, I- Oh, fuck-"

"What's wrong, Shinsou?" Aizawa asked.

"I- I- Ah!" Shinsou shouted in pleasure as he came, shaking and legs spreading. His skirt rode up, displaying his ruined cunt to his professors.

Aizawa's eyes widened and the cock slipped out of Shinsou. "Shinsou, did you just…" His eyebrows raised. "Did you cum? From telling us that story?"

"N- No," Shinsou forced out. "I- I just-"

Present Mic stood, erection tenting in his pants. "It's okay, Shinsou. It's normal." He walked around the desk. "Do you need some help?"

"It might be a good idea," Aizawa added, also standing to walk around to Shinsou's other side. "If we get the horniness out of your system, you might be able to focus better."

"No, I just-" Shinsou began as they pulled him out of his seat.

"It's okay, Shinsou," Aizawa assured him as he was bent over the table, ass hanging off it and skirt riding up. "Just focus on enjoying this." He thrust into Shinsou, and Shinsou couldn't help but moan as he was filled again.

"Oh, little listener, you have to be quiet," Present Mic told him, "or everyone on the floor will now how slutty you are." He pulled out his cock, holding it in front of Shinsou's face. Shinsou's tongue hung out of his mouth and Present Mic eased his cock between Shinsou's lips. Shinsou peered up at him and Mic cursed, rocking his hips forward. "Shit, you look so good bent over the desk like this."

"Doesn't he?" Aizawa rubbed a hand over Shinsou's ass as he fucked him. Shinsou moaned around Mic's dick as Aizawa delivered a sharp spank to his ass.

"Gods, do that again," Mic encouraged Aizawa. "When he moans, the vibrations feel so fucking good." Aizawa obliged, and Shinsou only moaned louder as he began rubbing Shinsou's clit too.

"You're getting so wet again," Aizawa murmured. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you loved everything that happened today."

Shinsou couldn't even think, let alone protest, and he groaned as they both began fucking him harder.

"I think he did, Shouta," Mic laughed. "Look at him."

Shinsou peered up at him again, eyes watery and face red, hips rolling back of their own accord to meet Aizawa's thrusts.

"You might be right, 'Zashi." Aizawa began rubbing his clit faster. "Maybe he's just a slut."

Shinsou groaned, hips moving faster as he grew close to orgasming again, body overwhelmed with pleasure.

"Shit," Mic cursed, grabbing the back of Shinsou's head. He pushed him down further on his dick until it bulged in Shinsou's throat and held him there as he came. Shinsou didn't even get to taste the cum, but his eyes rolled back in his head as he felt it travel down his throat. He shuddered as his mind grew foggy from the lack of air, and he moaned loudly as he came, filled by his teacher's cocks.

Aizawa groaned as he clenched down tightly and his hips stuttered as he came inside Shinsou.

Shinsou gasped for air, slumping on the desk as they finally pulled out of him, too fucked out to even protest with anything more than another moan as Aizawa pressed a thick plug into his cunt.

"You're late for class," Aizawa explained, "so you don't have time to change. That will keep all the cum in your pussy so no one notices. Sorry that it's so thick, but my other ones will be too small with how loose your cunt is."

Shinsou whined softly but pushed himself up. The plug pressed against a spot inside him that nearly made his legs buckle, but instead, he bowed. "Thank you, sensei."

"Anytime." Aizawa smiled at him. "Sorry I don't have a spare pair of boxers or a shirt. Just be careful you don't flash anyone, and if anyone asks, you spilled milk on yourself."

Shinsou nodded and made his way out of the room. As he left, Mic and Aizawa both watched his ass, and the way his skirt lifted with every step to give a flash of the plug nestled tightly between his legs.

"You have got to make more of those fleshlights," Mic commented as the door closed behind Shinsou.

"Trust me," Aizawa assured him. "I'm going to make sure every single one of them is addicted to cock before they leave after all the trouble they caused me." He grinned. "And sharing can be fun. Maybe I'll make one for all the staff."

Mic snickered. "I know every single one would thank you for it."Shinsou yawned as he stepped onto the bus. He hadn't slept well that weekend, and the drive back to UA was long. He sipped a cup of coffee as he sat down at the back of the bus. He'd elected to wear a skirt that day, so he crossed his legs and pulled out his phone. Once it connected to his Animal Crossing airpods, he turned on some music and stared out the window.