Thread by @shippinya

testing the waters with this one #bkdk #nsfw
cw ms!deku prohero!bk, age gap, underage if that ain't obvious

Izuku is so excited for next week! They’re getting surprise guests for their final quarter’s Hero Guest Speaking, even making it a three day event!

He’s been going through the list of his favorite heroes, wondering which one is more likely to show up.

He’s mumbling to himself when his desk is bumped, startling him and forcing his attention to narrow in on the conversation just to the right of him.

A group of boys are speaking animatedly, coy smirks on their faces.

“I hope it’s Mirko,” one says.

“Yeah so we can get closeups of her massive thighs.”

Izuku wants to sink in his chair, red-faced at the thought of his classmates thinking of heroes like that.

Still, he can’t tune them out, so he sits there wishing he could shrivel away.

“I want to bury my face in Mountain Lady’s giant ass. The news caught her crushing the camera and I thought my dick was gonna explode.”

Explode?? Shouldn’t he see a doctor? Izuku thinks he should

say something, then the boy continues and he swallows his words.

“I lost count of how many times I jerked off.”

All the boys in the huddle guffaw loud and obnoxious, wandering off into the hall as they continue highlighting their favorite parts of heroes.

Meanwhile, Izuku is having a crisis.

Jerk off? He’s familiar with the term but never thought much of it after everyone was forced to watch that sex ed nightmare video last year. That stuff was for marriage anyway, so why should he worry about that now?

He was the only one who thought that way apparently. They had no issues with fantasizing about adult things, with heroes no less! He could never! He’d give them the respect they deserve and nothing more!

A thought he firmly instills in his head the remainder of the school day. A thought that withers and dies as soon as he’s back home and flicking the TV in his room on.

Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite. A hero recently returned from the US after having gone there straight out of UA almost 10 years ago. Blond, massive, and deep red eyes, Izuku feels a churning in his gut.

He takes in the piercings, tattoos, and sharp teeth as he growls at the interviewer and Izuku is feeling an unfamiliar ache between his legs. His fists curl into his pant legs when the hero’s thick arm lifts to brush hair away from his eyes.

Izuku cups himself between the thighs, like it’ll contain the rush of heat surging through it. Izuku can feel himself breathing louder with every word spoken with that deep timbre. He bites his lip hard when the hero throws his head back to laugh, exposing the line of his neck

and bringing attention to that considerably sized chest.

Attention entirely on the hero on his little screen, Izuku is barely aware of the way he’s teasing himself through his uniform, middle finger pressing into his clit.

His hips move in a soft rock over his hand, little gasps escaping from his nose.

Then..then Dynamite is looking directly into the camera and Izuku presses his finger right over his wet hole in surprise, back arching as he cums hard.

What has he done…

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Izuku spent the entire weekend trying not to think about the newly arrived hero and failing miserably. He was everywhere, the talk of everywhere he went. He’d see flashes of him on the little tvs placed in shop windows and immediately have to clench his thighs together.

He’d go home and resist the urge to touch himself, only to dream about the hero pinning him to his bed and he’d wake up cumming. He’s ruined 5 panties in even less days and Izuku is mortified.

School the following week has him absolutely wired but maybe with the hero visit, he can calm down. Remind himself what heroes are for, amazing people who risk their lives to save others. Not people to drool over a-and touch himself to.

Right. He’s gotta focus! Meeting heroes this closely happens few and far between, they even have a raffle this time around to get a photo with them! He’s hoping with all his might to win it!

They’re all seated in the assembly hall of the school, the lights bright overhead as everyone chatters excitedly. Izuku is practically bouncing in his seat!

Until the heavy sound of boots tapping across the stage has Izuku freezing,

heartbeat completely centered between his legs as the voice he’s dreamt about speaks into the mic with-

“Time so shut the fuck up and pay attention. I’m fucking talkin’.”

///tbc?

So i want izuku edged so fuckin hard it hurts, paired with a lil exhibition 🥹

i love me a stupid sensitive, virgin bottom hhh

Ahhhh thank you for the enthusiastic support!!! I'm so excited to continue hhhh here we go! In case you didn't notice, cw dekussy
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He can’t breathe, he can’t breathe. Well, he can because he’s still alive and having a crisis, but the room is definitely getting smaller. At least it feels like it because his gaze has zeroed in on Dynamite and nothing else in the world matters.

There’s stars in his eyes and his heart is ready to burst out and attach itself to the giant of a man on stage. Not to mention his…his….

Izuku clenches his thighs and crosses his ankles, hoping and praying he doesn’t embarrass himself in front of the entire student body. He wrings his hands and sweats in place, brain swimming as Dynamite continues to growl into the mic.

“I’m here cuz PR said it was good publicity but don’t think I’m half-assing shit! This is gonna be the best goddamn Hero Guest Speaking you’ll ever fucking have.”

Yes, Dynamite is completely right. It was already the best day of Izuku’s young life. It would even be kinda funny with what looks to be Katsuki’s manager hiding behind the stage curtain with his face buried in his hands. However, Izuku can relate.

While the manger is white faced in horror, Izuku could rival a fire hydrant. In more than just the color. Oh, Lord, the ache at his core is growing unbearable with every sneer and toothy grin from the hero.

“Heard one of you losers gets to take a shitty picture with me.”

Maybe he can just head to the restroom really quick, take care of it, and then he can properly enjoy the assembly like he normally would! Yes, yup, that’s what he’ll do.

“Gimme that raffle jar, Baldy.”

Now he just needs to calculate the quickest route there and back so he doesn’t miss too much, because that would be really awful–

“Midoriya…”

Izuku freezes. Now wait a minute, that sounded like his–

“Deku? The fuck kinda name is that?”

“It’s Izuku!” No wait, he didn’t mean to correct him, he was just standing because he was just trying to get to the bathroom! Oh, God, now everyone is looking at him and the Principal is calling him over and–

“So get the fuck over here then, what, your legs suddenly stop working?” Dynamite says into the mic, glaring and crossing his arms.

Yes, Izuku thinks. Yes, his legs are no longer functioning so please, please call someone else and let him run away in peace–

“I’ll help him Mr. Dynamite, don’t worry!”

Izuku hears the Principal say and then he’s being lifted by a blue glow surrounding his body, slowly bringing him to the stage.

Izuku is internally screaming.

Then he’s unceremoniously being dropped onto the freshly waxed wood leaving him to stare up and up into red eyes. A modded green glove flashes out to grip him by his uniform front, hauling him off the floor and leaving his feet hanging a good foot off of it.

“Oh wow, he smells so good.” Izuku immediately word vomits.

A blond brow goes up and the sea of students laughs. Izuku didn’t think he could go any redder.

“‘S that right?”

No, he can definitely get redder. Holy shit, his voice is even better at a close distance. Deep and gravelly, the base of it strong enough that Izuku can feel it in his chest.

“I didn’t say that.”

Dynamite stares at him for five long seconds, Izuku squirming and trying not to cup between his legs. Then he’s laughing lowly and, uh, oh no, Izuku is throbbing something fierce.

“You’re cute.” The hero chuckles and swings Izuku into his arms like he weighs nothing more than what a feather filled pillow would. “Your raffle ticket said you’d like a picture of “getting saved” if you won. Congrats.”

Izuku notices then that he’s being cradled like a hero carries a child out of a compromised building does. Thick arms at his back and beneath his knees, his smaller body nestled neatly into the hero’s chest. It’s so warm. He’s gonna faint.

Dynamite grins, cocky and teasing, before turning them to face the camera man Izuku failed to notice.

“Say cheese, nerd.”

The flashing light is blinding and Izuku is sure he came out looking like a deer in headlights. He’s gonna treasure that photo forever.

Dazed and spirling, he’s set on his feet. Like true Deku fashion, as soon as he’s taken a step, he trips over the microphone wire. On instinct, he grabs at the wooden podium set on the stage, but poor old thing is hollow and goes down with him.

Along with the complimentary water bottles set atop. Open, complimentary water bottles.

The kids on the front row screech as water sprays in every direction, more than half soaking Izuku as he hits the floor again. This day couldn’t get any worse.

“The fuck, you really are a Deku.”

Feeling very much like a cat that accidentally fell into a full tub of bathwater, Izuku shrinks in on himself. Then he’s being scruffed by the neck of his gakuran (definitely cat), where he dangles once again.

“I’ll be back Baldy.” Dynamite says to the Principal, then turns and to the end of the stage to head behind the curtain where another hero is waiting. “Take over for a bit, Shitty Hair.”

“Sure thing bro!”

Wow, that’s Red riot! Two heroes! Maybe this day wasn’t so bad after all! Izuku could maybe ask for his photo too and perhaps be blessed with autographs! Great, amazing, wo–

He’s sat on a wobbly, red stool just before Dynamite stands tall and intimidating in front of him.

No, no, the day got worse for sure.

“I’m sorry!” He blurts. Then he sees the dark spots of wet cloth over the hero’s pants and panics. “I’m sorry!”

Without thinking, he surges forward to frantically pat over Dynamite’s pelvis like he could absorb the liquid straight out.
Instead, he brushes over something that is mostly definitely not a thigh or belt and he freezes.

“Kinda bold, aren’t you boy?”

Izuku can feel his blush all the way down his chest as he sputters and backtracks. “I didn’t mean to do that! I swear I’m not like those other boys in my class that look at hero’s chests and b-butts and talk about d-doing things to them and–”

A big hand gripping his face cuts him off, Dynamite bending down to look him in the eye (wow even sitting on the stool, Izuku is so much shorter).

“Now that sounds like a lie, Deku. Don’t think I didn’t notice the very suspicious shine on that seat below you. You didn’t sit in water.” The hero’s voice is low as he speaks, grin growing wider to match Izuku’s slow comprehension.

Izuku is quick to press both hands between his legs even though it's much too late to hide the very obvious sign of his arousal.

“You’re telling me, you don’t fantasize about something like this? You, alone, with one of your beloved heroes…”

Head locked in place, Izuku lets out a startled moan when fingers brush over a sensitive nipple above his uniform. He’s aching and so hyperfocused on the hand he can’t see that he’s sure the slightest touch is gonna make him cum right then and there.

Dynamite continues, red eyes swimming dark with mischief.

“Touching you…teasing you…right where anyone can come by and see?”

Those fingers are now closing around the hardened nub on his chest, slowly squeezing harder and harder. Izuku is shaking, tears welling in his eyes at the sharp spike of pleasure that’s sending straight to his cunt.

“I-I don’t…” Izuku stammers, drowning in those reds locked to his own desperate gaze.

Dynamite hums softly and pulls at the flesh trapped in his fingers. Izuku’s gonna cum. He’s gonna cum just from this.

Then the hero stands back, releasing Deku. “‘s that right? Looks like I misunderstood.” He throws an old curtain at Izuku. “Dry yourself with that.”

Weak and trembling, Izuku uses the dusty thing to towel at his wet curls. He’d wanted it so bad he could still feel the edges of orgasm thrumming below his hands. He had half a mind to beg the hero to continue.

“Good little boys don’t fantasize, right?” Izuku whips his head up to watch Dynamite roll his neck and shoulders, muscles bunching tantalizingly. “So, that means, good little boys don’t touch themselves, right?”

Izuku lifts his hands away from where he’d shoved them between his thighs, nodding slowly. Hope and something else rising in his chest.

“Good boys that listen are rewarded. Are you a good boy, Deku?”

“Y-yes!”

Dynamite grins and saunters over. Quick and teasing, he cups Izuku between his legs and squeezes. Izuku barely gets a second to moan and keep himself from cumming before the hero is walking off, back to the stage.

“I’m here for two more days, little nerd. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Then he’s gone and Izuku is left contemplating his life choices. Yes, this was the best day of his life.

TBC one more time? 👉👈🥹

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