"Izuku!" {Izuku/male!classmate one-shots}

BakuSquad/Izuku (feat. Sero)

YA'LL REALLY WANT IZUKU TO GET FUCKED SKSKS. All of them are tops I'm deceased.

Izuku's low-key a thot but like,, a cute thot.

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"Hey Sero!" Izuku greeted cheerily, like the usual, shuffling towards him in the kitchen, bright smile in it's usual place.
Hanta almost choked from surprise, fumbling quick with the soup ladle, straightening up to throw a wobbly grin at Izuku. "Hey Midoriya," he cleared his throat, trying to stir the soup to seem less like a flustered idiot.

How could he not? Izuku was practically shirtless, lean and toned body barely covered by the tight tank top he wore. Along with some loose fitting joggers, low-waisted and hanging off of the "V" on his waist...

Sero gulped.

"- .. Ero? Sero, are you there?"

He jumped out of his socks when Midoriya called his name again, a cute pout on his lips. He was now leaning on the counter, hips out, the loose fabric curving around his ass deliciously.

"Oh. Uh. Shit, sorry Midoriya." He cursed himself internally. Oh god, was he doing this on purpose?

Midoriya giggled, hand clasped around his lithe hips, and Sero was currently loosing his mind when a shy blush dusted Izuku's cheeks. "Sorry. I was kinda.."

"Distracted?" Izuku perked up, before his green eyes unexpectedly dropped to Sero's..

Oh. Fuck.

Hanta felt shame and humiliation climb up his throat, biting his lower lip and covering his face.

He was semi-hard, indenting through the fabric, and Sero cleared his throat. "Fuck. I'm so sorry, Izuku. I swear I didn't-" oh god. He had embarrassed himself in front of the very person he wanted to screw. He wanted to smack himself- or maybe kick his own ass.

He didn't wait for a reply, instead he fumbled more with the garter of his pants, already shifting his feet around to try and get his shit together and get the fuck outta there. But.. "Sero! I'm.. Hold on, okay?" Hanta felt a hand clasp his wrist, pulling him back.

He flushed even more when he spun around to meet an equally flustered Midoriya. But instead of the flitting eyes and shy glint, the shine was replaced with a heavy stare, lashes fanning his cheekbones just right.

Oh.

"We could.. Take care of it together." Izuku's voice was so soft and unsure that Sero's throat dried up, as if he hasn't drank water in three days.

"S-shit, Izuku. Sure."

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"You could still back out, you know," Izuku murmured. "It's been a while since I.." he tugged his sweatpants down by the garter teasingly, straddling Sero, half his body naked in all it's glory. Fuck. Damn.

Even if Izuku was such a tease, a practical sex god- he still managed to look so shy. And was that a wink thrown his way? The audacity. He suppressed a grunt when Izuku rolled his hips down, a fluttery, dreamy sigh slipping past those pink lips.

"Oh.. You're really hard ." No shit. Sero's close to loosing his goddamn mind.

Izuku shifted a bit to pull his sweatpants off fully, revealing a pair of blue boxers behind, and a hard-on that-

Izuku giggled a bit, leaning over to purposefully drape himself over Sero, their bodies slotting together to reach over the nightstand, a bottle of lube and a purple packet containing a condom retrieved from it. "You're.. Prepared, huh..?" Sero grinned, and Izuku blushed bashfully.

Sero's grin was wiped off his face when the cutie tugged his shorts down, revealing his cock and making him shudder when he tore the packet of condom and rolled it down his shaft. "Safety first," he winked and Sero groaned. Izuku was gonna kill him.

"H-here. Wait a sec?" Izuku planted a firm hand on his stomach, arching his back as the other hand went elsewhere- precisely, behind him. "O-oh," Sero muttered in a daze as Izuku slipped a finger in himself, drawing a breathy, sweet moan. "Sero," he arched his back, pleasure pulsing steadily in his veins as he stretched himself open.

Sero's hands found themselves massaging strong, thick thighs as the other boy's moans became more frantic as his pace to stretch himself out became impatient. After a solid minute, Izuku shrugged his boxers off hurriedly.

"A-Ah, I'll- um.." Izuku shuffled forward, looking into Sero's eyes who made a grunt of affirmation as he sunk himself down, down on his cock.

Sero groaned, low, as the tight heat enveloped him and sucked him further, pleasure fogging up his brain as he bottomed out. Izuku panted, legs trembling from the effort as he adjusted to his girth. "Oh fuck, f-fuck, Midoriya-"

Izuku lifted his hips and roughly slammed down, his ass and Sero's hips flush together as he whimpered and moaned. "O-oh! Sero! So good!" He threw his head back, bucking his hips to set a decent pace as Izuku rode him to his earnest.

Izuku was absolutely beautiful- body covered in a sheen of sweat, the cute blush as he quivered and moaned over his cock.

Sero helped him, wrapping his hands around his waist to guide. "I'm close! C-close!" Izuku positively wailed, and Sero felt the pressure in his gut tighten too, begging for release as he grunted and fucked up into him.

Izuku's back went ramrod straight, lips in a perfect "o" as he came, cum splattering on his stomach, and Sero followed the suite.

Izuku released a breath, collapsing over Sero as the latter stroked his soft hair.

Holy shit.

Holy FUCKING SHIT HE JUST FUCKED IZUKU MIDORIYA-

Sero praised whatever god was out there as Izuku lifted his hips to let his cock slip out of him, a small cute smile on his face. He was panting, spent, rolling to Sero's side and he hugged him close. "I'm tired," he murmured against Sero's cheek, placing a light kiss.

"Yeah," Sero found his voice again. Wow. He just got laid. "Um, wanna clean up?" "Sleep first and then we could bath," Izuku giggled, pulling a blanket over them, as a bashful grin made it's way unto Sero's face.

"Uh. Yeah. Sure."

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"OH MY FUCKING GOD? YOU DID?"
Denki screeched through the phone, before an excited laugh echoed trough the receiver. "I just did! Holy fuck, he was so hot! I swear to god-"

Denki hung up, looking at Katsuki and Eijirou before slamming a hand down. "Gays- I mean guys, Sero just scored before us."

And Katsuki was positively fuming.

"HE FUCKING WHAT!?" - "Woah! I didn't know he had the balls! Good for him."

Denki gestured to Katsuki. "Okay. Shut up. I wanna one-up that bitch. Katsuki, you're the sacrifice."

"FUCK YOU MEAN!?-"

"Shut up! I said shut up! I mean, you'll get to fuck him before us. I wanna see how good you are in bed- so if I don't hear that cutie screaming in five minutes tops you'll pay me $20. Deal?"

And Katsuki grinned, wide and sharp, as a dark look crossed his face. Kirishima gulped nervously next to him.

"Deal."