mha femdom

Izuku Midoriya could think in himself as a boy slightly sure and entrusted as for the others, nevertheless, did not have the same problems with regard to him or its environment. He was not standing out too much for its notes, for being the heir of One For All either was better in everything, anybody was not even considering physically attraction, it was simple, simple and discreet, no, definitely it had no problems with it. Nevertheless, what he did not know, was that throughout its time there in the UA someone was always extremely agreeable in presence for its docile and affable aura, being showy for the majority. Benevolent even with those who in its moment were appearing in a haughty way and slightly friendly.

Speaking about the appearance, in its opinion, any of he was normal; there was one that other freckles in its cheeks, excited greenish hair and intermediate skin between the pale and toasted one. Its body was moderately robust for all its training (especially in the part its bottom and legs) and I fill of indelible scars that it were staining product of every fight in which it was. Then he wondered: What age what it had to stand out in a school where every person was much showier than other one, exactly? It was not high and so muscular as there it were Satou and Shouji, it was not so attractive and nice like Denki or Eijirou, it did not have anything showy or showy like Shouto, Katsuki and Aoyama, it was not so attractive as Iida and Sero or tender like Kouda, it did not have the worn out body of Ojiro or the fascinating of Tokoyami. Not even the safety or atrevidez of Mineta...

What did it have then?

At present it did not have the answer to it. But... to what was that question coming?

Oh right!.

— Do you want to come with us this night? We will do a sleepover in the Hagakure room. — Uraraka Had asked enthusiastically in its nice brown eyes.

There was the origin of its question.

The sweet tone of the chestnut and its sudden approach did that the green-haired put himself like tomato, turning quickly the look away to another side that was not the nice girl.

—A-A sleepover... so-only I? — He asked with shyness. Ochako agreed with effusiveness.

— with the girls we decide that it would be good to invite you since you are the most decent between all this ball of pervert orangoutangs, as well as we need a person because we are gliding to verify some pledges that Yaomomo-san did for the next school event and need someone of model for the clothes of the boys...-explained the chestnut, receiving a complaint before the words "pervert orangoutangs" on the part of Denki and Mineta who of coincidence were listening to the invitation of the girl it was doing Midoriya.

— Is it well for you that it is me who is? I mean, Uraraka-san... don't you think it would be better if you chose someone who has a better physique? —

— Of course no Deku-kun! We decide with the girls that you would be perfect. — It exclaimed with a smile while he was pressing the freckled cheeks of the peliverde. — well then, we wait for you there? —

The green-haired observed it for a moment with mistrust but finally he ended up smiling.

— Alright, we will spend it very well! — He said with innocence, clapping the chestnut-colored head of the smallest with tenderness.

Although he even was wondering the reason to invite it specially to him when there were more options that only Kaminari and Mineta (that were the only shameless persons there) did not question, continuing with its task of cleaning the main room of the 2nd residence, after everything it was its shift along with Bakugo that, in some moment, left it leaving all the work to him.

Uraraka moved away making little hops of happiness. The plan was going perfectly and if it continued like this, they would achieve their goal.

Because it was clear that she had lied to the freckles boy, not precisely they were going to make him prove any type of clothes. And for it, they needed it specially to him.

*Some hours later...*

Izuku had a strange foreboding, especially bearing in mind that Uraraka had asked him specially to be after 10:00pm, when the majority were already in its rooms or slept enclosed. Nevertheless, he knew that he did not have to distrust its best friend and other girls, after everything they had time being partners, so he took a bag with some snacks that he had bought during the day and a pair of cans of juice, to go to the elevator, so that it was taking it to where there was the room of the invisible girl.

Once opposite to the door decorated with stickers brilliant, he knocked in expectation that they were gonna open to him. He listened to murmurs from the outside but after touching the door a 'shh' silenced everything it was listened and finally the door was opened. Being received by Momo and Mina who, without even letting him say hello, pulled him into the room, slamming the door once his bare feet touched the pink carpeted floor.

— Nee ~ Deku-kun, we are happy that you have come. — Said Mina enthusiastically, embracing the arm of the greenhaired guy, making him nervous about the girl's audacity.

—Yes, I said I would after all...— He murmured tenderly watching how the girls had their bags at hand, some of them like Kyoka and Hagakure sitting on the floor on cushions or puffs.

It was homely and warm to be able to talk and get along with them, even he thought that he sympathized much more than even with the boys. With them he could ignore the stress that weighed like bricks on his shoulders, the product of being a hero, and let himself go; relaxing for a moment. And so they spent a short while, talking mostly about things they wanted to improve on their hero costumes and how they were bothered by the fact that some of them did poorly in written exams. Until they touched on a specific topic.

—So tell us Deku-kun, do you like someone?— Hagakure asked, elbowing the green-haired boy, who soon blushed from head to toe and almost spit out the chocolate he was chewing.

—No... I don't know.— He replied scratching behind his ear, not knowing what to say.

Did he like someone?

That is to say, all the girls there seemed cute to him, but he didn't know exactly if he liked someone. No one made him feel in a way, so to speak, differently.

— Don't you know? — Jirou asked with an amused smile on her face.

—There are people I find attractive, but I don't like them.—

—Oh... who? Come on Izu-chan! Don't leave the gossip half done! — Mina brushed him off with a pout on her lips.

—Mina!— Momo scolded. —You can't force him to talk if he doesn't want to.—

The pink girl complained with a pout but it didn't take long for them to laugh again, making the freckled man sigh in relief, since he didn't know how to tell them that all the girls in the class seemed attractive to him without sounding weird...

—Changing the subject!— Uraraka announced, stopping suddenly. —How about we already show Deku the clothes that Momo-chan made?—

"Oh that's true" Izuku reminded to himself.

—I hope you don't mind Midoriya-chan, but we wanted to know if you'd help us by trying on some things... I guess Uraraka already told you— Yaoyorozu mentioned putting on his best pleading face and joining his palms in front of his bust.

—It's just some clothes that we thought would look good on you, Midoriya-chan, and if it looks good on you, rest assured it will on others too.— Asui told him with her same pretty expression as always.

—I-I, uhm...—

—Pretty Please?— Mina and Uraraka asked at the same time. The green-haired man cocked his head like a lost puppy even from the floor, and saw Jiro and Hagakure looking at him with twinkle in their eyes too, well, just Kyoka, Tooru, on the other hand, looked like his purple shirt revealed the pleading position of his hands.

Maybe Izuku Midoriya was too condescending.

—Well, I really don't think there's much of a problem with that.— He nodded with a nervous smile, not knowing and not being completely sure what he was getting into.

In an instant, he didn't know if it was his fault, but the aura of the girls suddenly made him uncertain.

—I'll help him change!— They began to argue among themselves as they moved from one side to the other, taking things out of their bags and putting them in.

Izuku just watched without knowing exactly what to do until Tsuyu grabbed his arm making him get up so Ochako could quickly lift the boy's white shirt.

—Ochako-san! W-What are you doing? Shouldn't I go to the ba-

—There's no time for that!— The girl said between laughs, tugging at his shirt to take it off until the green-haired man inadvertently gave way.

He quickly covered himself (or at least he tried to) red with shame, his marked torso full of multiple scars making most of them look away from him with a slight blush, but those did not stop them from continuing with their work.

—Have more confidence Izu-chan! it's not like we don't constantly see Kirishima-kun in his suit or some of the boys walking around shirtless.— Mina soothed him, pulling the freckled boy's arms so he would stop covering himself.

—I don't-I don't t-have as much confidence as th-the others to do this.— The boy complained, seeing that the shorter girl still hadn't let go of his forearms.

And he knew why.

Also... why did they call him -chan? Isn't that only for girls?

Immediately all the alerts in his mind went off when he felt small hands tugging at the hem of his sweatpants.

—Relax Midoriya-san, no one will say anything...— he felt Yaoyorozu whisper in his ear, making all the hairs on his body stand on end. The girl was the same height as Todoroki, little taller than him, so it wasn't too hard work for her to intimidate the freckled man.

Not even being able to say a word from the initial shock he felt, without much trouble, his sweatpants fall down his legs and he was internally grateful that he had put on normal underwear and not his All Might boxers.

He might have wept with grief if he had been wearing them.

Mina, who was still holding his forearms with a little force, looked at him with an unreadable expression.

—Pink would go well on your lips— she commented out of nowhise, examining all of Izuku's face.

—And a blush on the cheekbones and night shadows on the eyelids!— Hagakure commented, reaching Mina's side.

—He wouldn't need much, even without makeup you're really pretty.— Kyoka commented checking something on his cell phone.

Izuku's cheeks already had a blush without the need for makeup from the situation he found himself in.

—Now; I need you not to be scared by what I will do Midoriya-chan! Kero— Asui said behind him and he didn't know what to expect anymore when the hands of the girl with the frog quirk took the edges of his underwear.

—¡No Wait! Asui-san!— The green-haired man complained trying to get free from Mina's grip, who now had the help of Uraraka and Tooru to hold him up.

But it was too late when he felt the cool air on his…parts of him, which was enough to make him shiver.

He yanked again on his hands to free himself (because there was no way he would use One For All on them) but it was impossible.

He knew they were strong, but not THAT strong...

—Call me Tsuyu— Scolded the green-haired woman, passing him a sheet to cover himself, which the freckled man quickly took after the girls released him.

—Gu-Guys, I'm not sure th-this is a-a good idea...—

—Woah, so that's what a real one looks like— Uraraka said with flushed cheeks after getting a close up of the member of the only boy there.

—Uraraka what the- he started to groan, but he didn't even have time for it when Tsuyu and Jirou gently pushed him to sit on the room's owner's bed.

—There's no going back Izu-chan!— Mina announced, positioning hisself behind him and forcing him to rest his head against his breasts, to later close her legs trapping the boy and his arms; only making the boy more uncomfortable and nervous, as she started to pass some strawberry clips and other common ones into the silky locks of dark and green hair, taking advantage of feeling the softness of his hair and the greenish curls; Izuku protested with a frown at Mina's audacity, but his chubby cheeks were pressed by Jirou's hand, causing them to bulge even more in a pout, after which she brought the pink lipstick up to Izuku's lips.

—Wasn't it just supposed to be clothes?— He asked with difficulty for the hand of the girl with the auxiliaries on his lobes and scowling in annoyance, although everyone there knew that the green-haired man was incapable of truly being annoyed with any of them without the second being back to normal.

The reason didn't matter.

—If you're going to do something, you do it right, right?— The purple-haired one sneered. Smiling in such a way that she made the angry green-haired look away, with the rounds of his cheeks dusted in a blush of embarrassment.

Did it really bother what they were doing? in a certain way; no, but the rational part of him yelled one thing and the taste of him (unknown to him until now) another. Not knowing if he really wanted to leave or stay.

But he supposed the girls wouldn't leave him a choice after all.

Jirou gently applied the pink lipstick to his lips and Tsuyu shaded her cheekbones and the upturned tip of her small nose with a peach color blush that went perfectly with her skin and freckles. Meanwhile Ochako and Tooru were painting their nails with a bright pink and Yaoyorozu was painting her eyelids with some eyeshadow, and as soon as Mina finished her part of the work, she also glued some false eyelashes to his original ones, to later apply mascara to make them look more detailed.

Because yes, the curiosity to know what the freckled one would look like completely female was strong enough to start eating all the girls in the class. The idea of course had arisen after the boys, due to a challenge imposed by Uraraka herself once they had all played together, had to dress up as cheerleaders.

And despite the fact that, in the opinion of Jirou and Momo, Kaminari and Todoroki looked good, the one who had caught his attention the most was the green-haired man. And with him they had all agreed after the long dispute over who looked better.

When Tsuyu finished also the perfect eyeliner, they moved away to appreciate the simple but fruitful work more carefully, being fascinated with how delicate Izuku's face looked.

—God, you really are beautiful.— Kyoka pointed out, satisfied with her and Tsuyu's result.

—The clothes are missing and you could say you would be the prettiest girl I've ever seen Kero, kero.— Asui said with a slight blush on her cheeks and clasping her palms together.

Izuku saw himself in the mirror that Jirou held out to him and he surprised himself about the girls' work. He honestly felt strange and out of place with all the scars and marks on his body, but he had to admit that he kinda liked what they had done.

If it wasn't for his body, he could say that he felt "pretty"...

—Come on Deku-kun! I'll help you put on your clothes so you don't ruin your nails.— Uraraka called him with the garments in her hands.

Izuku swallowed hard when he saw the clothes lying in Uraraka and Momo's arms, however, with some shyness and self-conscious by the pairs of eyes on him, he approached the mentioned ones. Was he really going to let himself do this? how pathetic.

—Will you allow me?— The brunette asked, gently pulling the sheet that Izuku was holding and he looked at her with narrowed eyes.

Without enough pity, he let them remove the sheet causing silence to settle in the room.

—This is extremely unfair— Kyoka complained with her gaze interspersed between the freckled man's butt and hers.

—I knew he had freckles there too, I beat you!— Hagakure sneered, extending his invisible hand towards Mina who pouted before handing over the money.

Sure enough, the boy's round, firm butt was dusted with small, uneven specks only slightly darker than his skin. The freckles stood out both there and on his shoulders and fading on his back, before standing out again on his buttocks.

The girls began to make comments that made the boy blush, even Mina whistled with amused coquetry, however, he did not let himself be intimidated and looked at Uraraka and Momo in front of him, who without getting used to seeing a totally naked boy offered him the ...those were practically threads, God!, was that seriously the underwear that the women wore?

— Uh…do I really have to wear this? — he asked with a nervous smile.

—Prefer not to wear anything? I think none of us would have a problem with it — Momo told him raising an eyebrow while she let go of her hair because the ponytail was already beginning to bother her. Her gestures that made her look elegant and feminine intimidated the boy too much; more than he would have expected.

Leaving him no choice, reluctantly, the green-haired man took that red thing ready to start dressing.

A few minutes later...

—Um...Don't you think it's a bit...?— Even though he was previously naked he didn't know why wearing those clothes made him feel like he was in the middle of a bunch of hungry lions holding a sign that said 'fresh meat' —Exposed?—

—Perfect, that's right!— Gave Uraraka a thumbs up as she wiped away the thin trickle of blood that ran down her nose.

—That's unfair! How can he look so good in women's clothing!?— Tooru tantrumed as she kicked her feet on her bed.

—I admit if I had a penis I could break a table right now.—

—Mina-san!—

Indeed, the boy really looked like a female. His thick legs were encased in black lycra stockings that hugged deliciously around the middle of his thick thighs from the same workout. His red pleated mini skirt was short, so short that even after pulling it down a bit it still left the beginning of his ass on display. The fitted white shirt left little to be imagined with the narrowness of her waist and was open enough to reveal a red bra without wires, all lace, allowing her nipples, erected by the cold, draft to show under the thin fabric, and as a plus, the boy's flushed and the heavy made-up face, with earrings that Mina lent him, perfectly complemented his appearance.

Izuku had his arms crossed over his chest, totally self-conscious by the looks, trying to bring his legs together as physically as possible until he felt the cameras flashes and looking up he found everyone with their cell phones, taking pictures of him as if he was leaving to vanish in the next few minutes.

—This is uncomfortable, can I take it off now?— Izuku asked quietly, tugging gently at his mini skirt with flushed cheeks.

—She looks like a schoolgirl who is about to propose her love— Jirou laughed, still holding his cell phone. Tooru and Uraraka agreeing with the purple haired one.

—Midoriya-chan, you really are very cute!— Tsuyu praised, observing him carefully.

—Not yet Izu-chan, the best is yet to come!— Mina exclaimed with their palms together and a mischievous giggle

—It would be a total waste not to put the outfit to the test, wouldn't you say?— Momó pointed out crossing his arms under his chest and looking at him with a playful smile.

—Huh?— The green-haired man watched without understanding how Momo approached him and pulled her arm until she drew him towards her and the other girls. —Put it to the test? What does that mea-

He was interrupted when he was pushed by Hagakure until he fell backwards on the bed where Uraraka and Momo firmly grabbed his arms.

—Girls?! What the hell are you doing?— He groaned loudly as Mina knelt on the bed in front of him with Hagakure next to her.

—Woah! this is the first time I've heard you swear Midoriya-chan Kero— Tsuyu said while she and Jirou held their cell phones in their hands.

—That's not-! ah!— He groaned softly in surprise when Mina spread his legs with both hands, sending the green-haired man into a panic as he blushed from head to toe, his hands twisting in the grip of the girls behind him. —Mina...—

The pinkhead looked at him with a smile that got on Izuku's nerves, her stomach turning over when he saw her take something out of her bag.

Her eyes widened as Mina passed two items to Hagakure and left another for herself.

—If you're going to be a girl, you'll first have to learn to behave like one and not be so loud; From today onwards... your training begins~— The alien girl wispered before approaching him and planting a kiss on the boy's shiny lips, who by the same shock of her actions did not respond, his eyes wide as saucers. Anyway, without waiting for a reaction, the pink girl forced the green-haired man's lips to part and snake his tongue into his mouth.

—Mina-san! You should learn to share, 'She' isn't just yours— Ochako complained when the pink-haired girl separated from the shocked and trembling green-haired man, and without waiting for more, she gently took Izuku's chin, making him turn around so she could kiss him. She too.

Izuku didn't know how to react to all this, but what he did know was that his body shouldn't be feeling the way he did, with an extremely high temperature and with his semi-erect member under his skirt.

—Nee~ Izuku-chan, do you like kissing? huh?— Tooru sneered when she noticed it, after all the red skirt was somewhat raised and the red underwear or 'strings' left practically nothing to the imagination, because his cock literally stuck out above how small that garment was...

He currently wondered why women tortured themselves in that way.

That day was not his, he did not feel like himself to tell the truth, he did not know what was happening with him, because he kept allowing them to do what they wanted with him, because he was turned on by the fact that they referred to him as her.

—I'm sure we can fix your problem, Midoriya-chan. Would you like that?— Momo whispered with her calm voice caressing her ear like a soft petal, making it impossible for him not to let out a small moan. The girl smiled blushing and lowered the boy's white shirt down one of her shoulders, leaving little trails of wet kisses that she made sure they stained her skin with reddish tones. —Ahh you're so pretty~ —

—No...— He groaned without being able to fight, Uraraka's hands on his nipples and under the lace fabric, playing with them in order to make more sounds escape the freckled boy's pretty lips. His grimace was a combination of annoyance and pleasure, the way he was touched made him think of many aspects that he didn't know, and things that he liked about himself.

—Your skin is super hot, You're really enjoying it...— Tooru pointed out and Izuku felt the somewhat touch of the invisible girl's hands on the inner side of his thighs, making him tremble with anticipation that he himself didn't know. .

—N-No- d-don't touch there-ah...— he groaned, blushing when Mina pulled away the thin red fabric of those panties and groped the freckled man's narrow entrance, like a small button that hadn't been used yet. —G-Girls n-no, ngh!— A shiver ran down his spine as he felt cold from the gel Hagakure squirted onto the tight skin of his sphincter, the lube running down the entire expanse of hot, flushed skin as was his perineum and below.

Mina now continued groping with more ease due to the viscous gel that stained the bearer of the One for all, meanwhile a blushing Jirou and Asui were in charge of recording each expression of the green-haired man, each movement being reflected ethereally in the cameras and memories of each one there, the arousal being so strong that it clung to the air like a cloak.

He had never felt anything like that, Izuku really thought that sexual acts were something unimportant and too overrated, that his friends were simply exaggerated and that feeling like something was introduced into his rectum would not be so pleasant. ...

Well shit.

He was wrong, with concise and capital letters.

He bit his lower lip, avoiding a moan of both heat and pleasure as two fingers slipped into his ring of muscles, probing the anal walls while Tooru took it upon himself to hold his pre-cum-damp member, rubbing it. gently to make him suffer. She wanted him to be a bit more vocal, even though they themselves asked him not to be so loud...

But Izuku wasn't completely unconscious yet, he knew that Tokoyami was in the front room and as noisy as he could be, all the boys in the complex would hear him.

—What's wrong Izu-chan? Did they get your tongue eaten?— Mina teased seeing him trembling and trying to contain himself with his eyes slightly narrowed by the same pleasure. —A while ago I had to shut you up, but now you have all the freedom in the world, why are you keeping quiet, pretty girl?— She asked pretending she was the pink girl.

—Come on Deku-chan…we all want to hear you.— Whispered Uraraka kissing her cheek.

—T-the guys...they c-could hear me.— he stammered under his breath with hints of insecurity, his abdomen contracting as Mina moved her fingers as deep as they would go, scissoring to stretch him out as long as it was possible, along with Tooru who was massaging the head of his damp, erect cock, begging to come, teasing them; his hips instinctively move imperceptibly in search of more. He felt dirty, too, but he couldn't help but feel that the sensations weren't pleasant for his body, which reacted without his total control. He couldn't fool anyone because he really liked what was going on.

—Fuck those bastards, just let it go, Midoriya-chan.— Jirou said hotly.

—Just do it like there's no one else in the building but us.— Asui suggested with a finger on her chin.

—Besides, you're lucky that I helped that this room have the ability to almost nullify sound completely, so you have nothing to worry about sweetheart.— said Yaoyorozu

—No! Mgh! I couldn't- ah.— He moved, with excitement on the surface of her skin.

Mina arched an eyebrow and smirked before withdrawing her fingers, sticky from the lube, and taking the artifact they had initially planned to use on the freckled man. He was complaining about the emptiness that invaded him when the pink one withdrew her fingers, so he somehow tried to break free of the girls' grip behind him with no success, because they weren't planning on that.

—Mina...— Izuku moaned in complaint and the aforementioned saw him waiting for him to speak. —p-please...—

—Poor Izu-chan, are you so desperate to have something inside?— Tooru laughed, stopping his movements on the boy's cock to take in his hands some kind of strange device, totally different from the eight-inch rubber penis and venous that Mina was holding. —Do you want more?— The girl whispered, leaning against the freckled boy's cheek, which he felt as his skin stood on end from the small minty breeze that the invisible girl's mouth left him.

—Y-Yeah~— he gasped, slightly unconscious of what he was saying, almost instinctively, since he wasn't totally sure, and somewhat embarrassed by that part of him. When the tip of the dildo, handled by the horny girl, brushed against his entrance, he instantly got wet from the lube that overflowed and fell in sticky strips from his ass. His emerald eyes were blurry with blinding anticipation and he looked so fucking cute with that expression on his flushed face.

It was only when the girl stopped teasing him with the object that she finally forced the tip into the narrow entrance. Watching how the thickness of the plastic was deliciously swallowed by the man's ass, who let out a sharp moan and a small grunt of pain. The sensation of something much thicker and bigger than fingers feeling weird but not unpleasant to him.

—Uhh~— He hissed in a groan and, not intending to stop, Mina pushed the object in further, smiling as the obscene sound of friction and the splash of liquid against the rubber reached her ears, immediately seeking satisfaction in his face.

And it hurt like shit, but until that moment, Izuku had endured worse, a little pain in his ass was nothing. Still, to make up for it, Hagakure switched on the battery-powered vibrator in his hand and smashed it against the unattended member of his mate.

—Shit!— The green-eyed cursed aloud as the pleasure came from both sides. The stamina he possessed was incredible and even he was surprised that he hadn't come yet like any hormonal teenager.

—That's it, Deku-chan, loosen up a bit more.— Uraraka encouraged pressing the boy's now bare shoulder, since on that side his shirt slipped due to the boy's erratic and restless movements.

And he cursed even louder when, mercilessly, Mina pushed the toy all the way in, causing small tears to form in the boy's tear ducts, who bit his lower glossy lip to avoid shouting something rude too loudly, rather than curse; not moan so obscenely. That and adding the constant vibrations that his wet and red cock received (for holding back) from the vibrator that, maliciously, Hagakure was in charge of increasing even more with each passing minute. Watching how the fine veins were marked on the smooth skin of Izuku's penis.

With nothing else to do, Mina began to push the rubber object, ramming it into the needy green-haired man who did nothing but moan and beg for more, taking his time and enjoying the uncontrolled breaths and gasps that began to come out of the boy's throat, who kept tensing his abdomen with each thrust of the toy and squeezing the messy bed sheets between his fingers. The most striking thing for the invisible girl was how it really looked like a girl; his somewhat sharp moans, his well-proportioned body (of course, ignoring her marked and beautiful abdomen) and his somewhat delicate movements, his well face made up and her eyelashes highlighted by the mascara.

It was just ethereal.

—Deku-chan is the cutest girl in our class.— Praised Uraraka materializing everyone's thoughts.

—Really, the cutest.— Momo followed her

— She is Dekutest jijiji— Mina joked

In addition to that Uraraka and Momo were in charge of stimulating the boy's nipples as much as possible, trying to make them more sensitive, as much as theirs.

Izuku only managed to see how his cock began to drip more precum -indicating that he was about to cum- how his thighs trembled, the rubber member that disappeared into his ass and his own moans, all of that made him rethink his existence as he closed his eyes and begged for more of that sensation, while begging to be fucked harder. He loved being fucked like this, he had to admit, but he didn't think he could take much more.

However, his eyes widened when an immense pleasure burned his blood and boiled inside him, more precisely in a specific area and although it took him a while to react, a great moan that exuded pleasure rolled from his throat like thick honey. He knew they had hit right there and he loved it.

—A-AH th-there! ah, r-right there m-more...— He tried to string his thoughts and moans together with some coherence, but only babbles and almost meaningless pleas came out, but Mina understood him perfectly, complying his request and hitting repeatedly at that point, in his prostate, just as Izuku asked him to.

—Aww, you're not so shy anymore Izu-chan— Hagakure teased, turning the vibrator to the maximum.

The girls felt proud of themselves seeing the almost unconscious and disastrous state of the "boy" with freckles. Proud of how they were literally fucking him without needing to be boys.

—Look at how she squeezes, you're too bold, deku-chan.— Jirou provoked by giving a soft blow and massaging into the flesh of the boy's thigh.

—Mhh! don't stop.— He growled under his breath, not wanting to sound demanding, but he really wanted them to keep going.

Without protesting, the girls gave him what he asked for, further increasing his movements, more like Mina, who didn't let the "man" breathe from so many moans that she rammed at that point that he liked so much.

He felt too good, despite being just plastic and rubber, the fact that they were the same companions as him made him feel good.

That thought brought a few small tears of pleasure to his eyes before he finally gave up holding back and came, a gasp gasping in his throat, sticky strips of cum squirting from his cock and smearing his skirt and abdomen with it thick liquid.

He sighed as the aftermath of the orgasm roared through him, forcing him to close his eyes for a brief moment.

—Good girl~...— whispered one of them in his ear, unable to place who as his cock still ached like hell and the overstimulation he was receiving from the vibrator made his eyes cloud over. His lips, wet from his own saliva, parted before speaking. Letting out sighs from the tiredness he suddenly felt. But that didn't stop them.

—This ended better than I expected!— Uraraka said enthusiastically with her palms together

—The truth is that yes, I didn't expect that we would get here Kero!—

—It was partially obvious, I mean, this boy is a loaf of god— Yaoyorozu said, momentarily recovering his firmness and elegance that stood out in her tone

—Was, now SHE will be a loaf of god! Even if she wants to or not, we'll make sure of it — The pink-skinned girl responded mischievously

—It's true, we still have a long way to go, but it's a good start— Jiro continued

—Right! But for as long as we celebrate today with our prize, tomorrow we can continue with our plan!— Toru continued, and the females could only smile with pleasure, changing their position to take turns fucking the green-haired girl.

And it is that they would not leave behind their thought that Deku had the potential to be the most beautiful girl they have ever seen, and they wanted to turn him into that, since they firmly believed that he was meant for it, and it was up to them to fulfill his destiny, they had to make him reach his maximum potential, and not exactly as a hero, but they knew that he would accept it with time, at the end of the day, he could really be the prettiest of all...