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Deku Cucks UA Chapter 7: Patreon Early Release
🕑 Added 2023-04-12 22:33:36 +0000 UTC
If the first 6 chapters could be referred to as their own arc, the "Class 3A Arc", this chapter serves as the start of an entirely new arc! There's a lot of set up that happens here to give the future sex scenes and cuckolding scenes even more context and build up and spice, so this will probably be one of the only chapters in this fic with no sex scene! Regardless, I hope you enjoy the build up to what will be a fun arc, and get excited for everything that'll come from this!
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“Izuku, Izuku! Here, you have to try my bento! I made it especially for you!” Mina insisted, hopping on top of Izuku’s desk.
“What? You? I didn’t even know you cooked, girl!” Hagakure let herself be visible a lot more often now—mainly for Izuku’s viewing pleasure.
“Hey! I already made him a bento for lunch!” Uraraka huffed.
“Doesn’t he eat yours, like, every day already? Give the rest of us a chance.” Jirou muttered, both her and Momo holding their own bento boxes they’d made for Izuku.
Despite everything he’d gone through and despite what a beast he was in the bedroom, Izuku was still a little overwhelmed by all the attention when they were just casually sitting in the classroom, sweating a bit as all the girls competed for his affection.
“Woah, woah, hey!” He then glanced past them at Tsu, who was tapping her chin and watching with a red face. “...I don’t suppose you made me a bento, too, Tsu?”
Her blush deepened, which told him all he needed to know. It really was cute how not long ago, she’d been insisting she wouldn’t be another piece in his harem, and yet here she was now…
“Look…One for All takes a lot of muscle growth, so my body needs tons of nutrients! I can try all of your bentos!” He reasoned with a thumbs up, making the girls swoon.
“You never made me bentos before,” Todoroki casually commented, joining the conversation uninvited.
Momo glanced at him before scratching her cheek. “Don’t take it personally or anything! It’s just, well…a girl likes to feel appreciated when she does something for a guy, and…you sort of always sounded monotone and uninterested even when I tried to do things like this for you…”
He glanced up at the ceiling, deep in thought. “Oh, I see.”
“Yeah, sort of like that…” She sighed before smiling at Izuku, who beckoned her closer.
“I wanna know what you all put in the bentos.”
“I don’t think so!” Jirou stepped in front of Momo. “It’s gotta be a secret until we hit the cafeteria! Then we can all properly compare who’s lunches Izuku likes better! That’s the way to do a real rockin’ competition!”
Uraraka fist pumped. “Yeah! It’s a fated battle between women!”
Izuku nearly face palmed, yet he laughed at the same time. It wasn’t just about the sex—he obviously genuinely loved and enjoyed being around his girlfriends.
The rest of the class—meaning all the guys—just cast envious glances at him whenever they dared. Except for Bakugou, which was an interesting development. Usually Bakugou would glare harder than any of the other guys, as if he still hadn’t learned his lesson after how brutally Izuku had cucked him with Uraraka and still wanted to pick a fight.
Mina noticed Izuku glancing over at Bakugou and leaned down. “You know, there’ve been rumors going around that Bakugou’s seeing a girl. Apparently he got super insecure after what you did and went seeking a girlfriend to try and prove he could be on your level. That’s the hot gossip I got from Kiri, anyway.”
Izuku raised an eyebrow. “Really? How interesting…”
“Alright, settle down, everyone!” Aizawa walked into the room with a stack of papers. “I retrieved your scored tests from the lounge. After I pass them back, I suggest you all take a moment to look over them before you head off to lunch. Iida, if you would.”
“Of course, sir! Class President on his way!” Iida dutifully marched to the front of the class to grab the papers and personally hand them out one by one. Izuku couldn’t help but chuckle. To think that could’ve been him had he chosen to accept the status as class president all the way back during their first few days at school. He’d won the majority vote, but ended up giving it to Iida because this sort of ‘teacher’s lap dog’ role seemed better suited for him. Not that he didn’t respect his friend’s dedication to the bit.
“Midoriya, here you are! As diligent as always, I see!” Iida handed him his paper, and Izuku smiled at the 100% mark on it. Iida then glanced at all 6 girls surrounding Izuku, handing them their papers as well before pushing up his glasses at Izuku. Iida always seemed to give off unapproving dad energy towards Izuku’s harem, but for now he held his tongue as he moved on to finish his presidential duties.
“Aw, man! I lost to Uraraka?!” Hagakure whined as the girls compared test scores.
“Hey, cheer up, at least you didn’t fall to my level…” Mina laughed nervously.
“As expected, nobody beat you, Yao-Momo,” Jirou observed, resting her cheek on Momo’s shoulder.
Momo smiled. “Well, Izuku beat me! I got one of the questions wrong, but Izuku scored 100%.”
Uraraka giggled and poked his cheek. “Guess you’re still a bit of a studious nerd, huh?”
“Alright, quiet! I forgot one more thing,” Aizawa announced. “I’m sure all of you have noticed what time of year it is, so this shouldn’t be a surprise, but the UA Sports Festival is right around the corner. For all of you, this is your last year at UA—assuming you all graduate—so this will be your last big public hurrah at UA. I suggest you prepare accordingly to make the most of it.”
Everyone’s eyes suddenly lit up with fires of determination. They’d all been ready and waiting for this official announcement, and now that it was suddenly here, it had all of them ready to be rivals again, as always happened once a year when the Sports Fest came around.
Aizawa cleared his throat. “That’s all. You can all go to lunch now.”
The students began to file out of the classroom, with all 6 girls still clinging onto Izuku and arguing with each other over whose bento he would prefer.
He had spent most of his life as the quirkless boy who got no attention from girls, so he was reveling in all of this sudden attention. The sex was one thing, but the casual domestic harem was everything a guy like him could’ve ever wished for.
They occupied their own table at the UA cafeteria, and while Lunch Rush’s cooking was always hard to pass up, a proper bento made with a girl’s full love and devotion was the ultimate rival to a mother’s cooking. In other words, you just couldn’t say no to it!
“Here!” They all practically shoved their bentos at him as he raised his hands.
“Alright, alright, I have to go one at a time, though! Come on, girls, be reasonable~” He winked at them—an easy way to get them all to swoon and obey him, giving him some space.
Tsuyu stepped up nervously. “Ribbit…you can try mine first, then, Izuku. It has a lot of vegetables because I like to eat healthy, though. I hope that’s alright.”
He smiled and reached out to pat her nervous head. “That’s perfectly alright! You and I are the green duo, right? It’s only natural!”
Tsuyu’s eyes sparkled as he accepted her bento.
Just before Izuku could grab the first veggie wrap, a purple mushroom suddenly popped up on Tsuyu’s food, quickly followed by dozens of tiny blue specks that must’ve also been mushrooms.
“Ahhh! Ewww!” The other girls gasped as mushrooms began to invade their bentos as well, until all of their food had been completely desecrated by fuzzy fungi.
“Oops! Awww, what’s this? Did I ruin your little bento tasting competition?” A familiarly ear-piercing voice taunted from behind them. It was like nails on chalk every time as Monoma walked up to them with overdramatic swagger, clapping his hands together and laughing obscenely. “Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t trying to spite you or anything! I just wanted to practice my control with Komori’s quirk before the Sports Fest! Looks like I’m pretty good with it, don’t you think?”
“Monoma!” The shortstack mushroom girl herself stomped over to her classmate, arms crossed. “Did you copy my quirk without asking me first? And you used it to harass class 3A again?!”
Monoma shrugged, ignoring her to instead walk over to Izuku and his harem, who were all glaring at him.
“Say, I’ve been hearing some pretty distressing rumors about you, Midoriya! They say you’ve turned into your class’s version of me! The guy that everyone else can’t stand! The guy that hogs all the girls for himself, leaving nothing for the rest of the poor tools who simply can’t keep up!”
The closer he got to them, the harder it was for Izuku to resist the urge to smack him through the ceiling. He kept his cool, though, taking a deep breath. “I find it very hard to believe that you’re getting any girls, Monoma.”
Monoma chuckled. “Aww, don’t feel so threatened! Kendo and I have been secretly dating since second year! That’s right, for all the times that gorilla likes to smack me in public, she’s going down on my dick in private!”
Izuku raised an eyebrow. “Is that something you should be revealing to me right now?”
“But of course!” Monoma insisted. “Our class already knows. We’ve just been hiding this information from your class, waiting for the right moment to use it to destroy your morale!”
Izuku was losing his patience, which was not an easy thing to do, but egotistical loud-mouthed blondes were the one thing in the world that caused him to want to resort to violence. “Why would I care about what your class is doing?”
Monoma doubled over, hair literally prickling and standing on end from annoyance. “How dare you offend me like that?! Of course you should care…because this time, Midoriya Izuku, at our very last Sports Festival ever, Class 3B is coming for your crown! Prepare for the fall of a dynasty!”
“You’re starting to sound like Mineta,” Uraraka pointed out.
Monoma nearly vomited, because somehow even he had enough self respect to not want to be compared to Mineta. He glared at Uraraka and began stepping forward. “You insolent little bitch—!”
Black whip shot out of Izuku’s body, turning into the form of dark spikes instead of the usual tendrils, launching straight at Monoma with enough killing intent to make him squeal and shudder.
The dark spikes of death stopped mere inches away from Monoma’s body, surrounding him. Then, slowly, they began retracting back into Izuku’s body as he ushered his girls to move aside so he could walk up, face to face with Monoma.
“You’re trying to say that you’re issuing a challenge, right? Class 3A vs. Class 3B during the Sports Festival?” He clarified, slowly curling his lips into a smirk. “Okay, we’ll play your game. What are the details?”
Monoma backed away from Izuku when he got too close for comfort, clearing his throat and brushing the goosebumps off of his skin. “I-I…I challenge you! At this Sports Festival—our last Sports Festival—my class will prove that we are the superior class once and for all!”
“Since when did we become your class?!” Setsuna Tokage shouted as she walked past with an eyeroll.
Monoma ignored her, crossing his arms and forcing an overcompensating grin on his face again. “The details are simple. At the end of the Sports Festival, the top 16 are picked to duke it out in a fighting tournament. This is the one constant of the Sports Fest, correct?”
Izuku nodded silently.
“Out of the top 16 who make it to the last round of the Festival, if more members from my class make it to the top 16 than your class, then that’s our win!” Monoma declared.
Izuku sneered. “Is that it? Seems sorta…uninspired? Even for you.”
Monoma sputtered and stomped his foot like a child throwing a tantrum. “What, not interesting enough for you? Fine then, how about this—we’ll make a bet! I’ll bet on winning this challenge! My class will definitely outnumber your class in the top 16.”
Izuku raised an eyebrow. “A bet? That does sound more interesting. I’m listening.”
Monoma grinned, as if he felt like he had control over the situation. “So, what are you willing to bet, Izuku Midoriya? What are you willing to put on the line? What are you willing to sob over once you lose? If you need help, I have a couple of ideas…” Monoma’s grin grew more lecherous as he glanced past Izuku at the six girls behind him.
Izuku sighed. “Well, it’s not like I didn’t expect you to make a suggestion like that, but I’ll only agree to that bet if the girls are alright with it. They’re not exactly props for me to just offer their bodies around as I please.” He turned back to his girlfriends. “Did you hear that, girls? What do you think?”
“We’ll do it.” Momo immediately responded, arms crossed.
“Yeah, if it’s to teach that brat a lesson then there’s no way we’re sitting out!” Mina insisted.
Uraraka and Jirou were holding hands as they glared at Monoma. “Go ahead and accept the bet, Izuku. Letting him dream about winning like that will make it even better when he falls flat on his ugly face.”
Monoma laughed and rubbed his grimy hands together like he was a villain straight out of an erotic novel. “Feeling scared now, Midoriya? I hope you know that when I win this challenge and bet of ours, I want you to personally hand each of your girls over to me and my class. I’ll take pleasure in using them all for myself, but since they’re all inferior girls who have been tainted by you and your class, I’ll also let the rest of the boys in my class pass them around! You know, have a little bit of a class bonding session with our new toys!” He leaned in some more. “But don’t worry—I’ll let you watch.”
His monologuing was also copy-and-pasted straight out of a villain’s speech in an erotic novel, it just had to be. Izuku could hardly even take him seriously as he yawned right in Monoma’s face.
And yet Monoma just kept going. “You wanna know who I’m gonna use first? Of course, it would have to be Yao—”
Black whip smacked around Monoma’s mouth, finally shutting him up for a second as Izuku sighed. “Yeah, yeah, alright, I accepted the bet already. Now you tell me what you’re offering.”
Monoma grumbled as black whip released his mouth. “Well, I don’t want you thinking that I’m the scared one, so why don’t I offer you something similar? Given that you and I are one and the same and you’re just as perverted…I’ll offer my girls, as well.”
Hey, I’m a pervert with standards! Izuku thought to himself with a wrinkled nose. “No offense, really, but isn’t Kendo the only one you can really…‘offer’? You never said the rest of the girls in your class were with you, despite your bragging…”
Monoma sneered, and it looked like he fought the urge to pout. “Hey, don’t worry so much about the fine details, because it’s not like you’ll be winning, anyways!”
Izuku sighed. “Well, since our bets aren’t at all balanced, why don’t I add one more stipulation?”
Monoma raised an eyebrow, but waited in silence for once as Izuku smirked.
“When I win this stupid challenge, you’re going to change your hero name. Phantom Thief is a pretty awesome hero name idea—in other words, it doesn’t fit someone like you.”
There were gasps from some of Monoma’s classmates who had been eavesdropping nearby, never able to fully turn their curiosity away when he was antagonizing Class 3A.
Monoma gritted his teeth. “...okay. This is all pointless anyways—you’ll never win this. But…fine. What will you change it to?”
Izuku shrugged and turned away. “You and I are different. You spend every waking moment obsessing over me and my class, but I’ve never had even a spare thought cross my mind in regards to you, so it’s going to take me some time to come up with a fitting name for you. I’ll ask my girls what they think, too. We’ve got time. I hope you appreciate the little time that you have left to cling onto your current hero name…Phantom Thief.” With a wave, Izuku walked back to his girls and led them away from Monoma to go grab some of Lunch Rush’s cooking since the bentos had been ruined.
“Wow, that was awesome!” Uraraka exclaimed, clinging onto his arm.
“It’s the most aggressive I’ve seen you be towards someone at school like this, ribbit…” Tsuyu muttered.
Izuku smiled as his girls took turns kissing his cheek. “With the way he mouthed off to you girls, I couldn’t exactly just try and end things peacefully this time, could I?” He narrowed his eyes. “But most importantly, I’ll never forgive him for what he did to your bentos. That’s what really made me decide I wanted a punishment that would last…like changing his hero name.”
“I don’t think Iida will appreciate you starting a war on behalf of our class, though,” Momo pointed out.
He shook his head and held her hand. “Don’t worry, I don’t intend on bringing the rest of our class into it. This is just between me and Monoma.”
Tsuyu tilted her head to the side. “But the challenge is all about which class has more of its members in the top 16, ribbit. Wouldn’t it be easiest to coordinate with the class to try and make sure that happens?”
He patted Tsuyu’s head again with a smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle things. You girls don’t need to stress out about it, either. You all believe in me, yeah?”
The girls all smiled, and that was all the answer he needed.
“Midoriya!” A voice shouted, making them all turn around to see Komori bowing her head.
“I-I’m really sorry for what Monoma did to your lunches! Shrooms are supposed to be friends! I hope you can find some way not to hate my shrooms. I promise they didn’t mean to do it.”
The girls all glanced at each other before walking forward and consoling Komori that it wasn’t her fault.
Komori beamed at the girls. “If you want, you can join me and the other Class 3B girls for lunch! We don’t mingle between classes enough, and intermingling is always a fun time for shrooms!”
The girls immediately accepted, and Izuku of course came with them as a package deal.
As he sat down to eat lunch with all of the girls from both classes, he briefly made eye contact with Kendo.
She didn’t acknowledge the bet he’d made with Monoma, but her eyes showed that she had heard the whole thing and chosen not to interrupt for some reason.
Now that he thought about it, that was pretty strange. Monoma had been so annoying today because he’d gotten to monologue for so long. Usually, he got smacked around and dragged away by Kendo before he could make too much of a ruckus. So if she had heard the whole thing, why had she allowed Monoma to go so far this time?
The wheels in Izuku’s brain began turning before he made eye contact with Kendo again, and it was like a lightbulb went off in his head as he perked up, eyes wide, and then smiled at her.
Ah, so that was it. This suddenly made the challenge way more fun…
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After finishing lunch and returning to the classroom, the Sports Festival was the only thing any of them could think or talk about. Of course, Izuku had a whole other side plot going on with the Sports Festival now, but Monoma’s challenge was still just that—nothing more than a side quest. The Festival itself was still the main trophy in Izuku’s eyes where all of his focus would be directed at—winning and getting the recognition of the world.
“Hey, Deku.” Bakugou suddenly stopped beside his desk, slamming his palm down on the desk. Izuku swatted his hand off of his desk—after what happened between them the last time they spoke, he really didn’t have the patience for Bakugou’s bravado anymore.
“Are you here to declare war on me, Kacchan? Just like you did last year? Do you remember how last year’s Sports Festival went?”
Bakugou gritted his teeth. “Shut up! Things will be different this year! Or have you forgotten how our first Sports Festival went, huh, nerd?!”
Izuku sighed. “Is that all you came over here to say?”
Bakugou grumbled some more before suddenly smirking. “Meet me at the front of the school once classes are done.” Without waiting for an answer, he left the classroom along with the rest of the class to head down to the training area for Hero Lessons class.
Izuku didn’t bother chasing him for an answer, either, staring at his back suspiciously before getting up to head down as well.
Halfway through their training, Iida announced he was heading down to see his girlfriend, Mei Hatsume, for some adjustments to his costume.
“Mind if I join you, Iida? With the Sports Festival coming up, I’ve been meaning to get a check up for my costume, too. Just to make sure everything’s in peak condition.”
Iida hesitated before nodding, and the two best friends set out for the mad scientist’s lab.
“How have things with Mei been, by the way?” Izuku asked.
Iida raised an eyebrow. “We…aren’t the type of couple that hangs out often, and I expressed some of those concerns to my brother…but he insisted that that was okay! We are both very dutiful people—me to my hero work, and her to her inventions! Sometimes, when I visit, she doesn’t even notice that I’m there! You know she gets more absorbed in her work than anyone else. My brother told me we don’t need to fall into the stereotypical relationship dynamic of constantly going on dates, so ever since then, I’ve felt a bit better about our relationship!”
Izuku nodded in understanding.
Iida then frowned and slowed down his walking. “Speaking of not falling into stereotypical relationship dynamics…Midoriya, I’ve been meaning to chat with you about your…situation.”
He’d sensed this conversation coming ever since Iida gave him that strange look before lunch. Well, really, he’d been expecting it ever since he and his harem became public.
“Yes? What is it?”
“Well, I’ve been giving it a lot of thought…and it’s made me wonder…” Iida suddenly grabbed Izuku’s shoulders to shake him. “What are those girls doing to you?! Do they have you hostage?! Are they forcing themselves onto you?! If you need help, just give me a sign! Midoriya!!!”
“Wahhhh! Iida!” Izuku lightly pushed him off of him, shaking the daze out of his head before chuckling. “You’ve got it all wrong! The girls aren’t forcing me into this situation or anything! We all chose this, and we’re all happy with it.”
Iida frowned some more, as if he preferred the version of this story where Izuku was in trouble. “How can that be? This is just…it’s just so unlike you!”
“Most of the girls were in unhappy relationships—I couldn’t just leave them like that. I had to help out. Does that sound unlike me?”
“Well…I suppose not…” Iida pushed his glasses up, as if he needed to get a better look at Midoriya, staring into his eyes. Izuku stared right back. “I suppose I just find the whole thing a little…inappropriate for school. Shinsou reached out to talk to me about Tsu leaving him for you, too, so I felt obliged to confront you about it, even if you are my closest friend. If all of you are happy, then that’s good! As your friend, I can only be happy for you all. But as your class president, I must suggest that you all wait until after graduating to pursue such a…promiscuous affair.”
Izuku frowned. He was protective of his relationship with his girls and he wouldn’t let anyone tell them not to be together, but obviously he wanted his best friend to be supportive of him.
Before he could reply, there was a massive explosion as a nearby door went flying off the hinges. The explosion sent both Izuku and Iida flying off of the ground, landing on their butts as the floor shook—no, the entire school must’ve been shaking! There was an ominous black smoke cloud drifting out of the room. Then…
“Oof!” A familiar sensation smothered Izuku’s face—boobs. A pair of very familiar boobs.
“Mmmf…” By this point, he was so used to this that he just let his eyes fall shut to appreciate the free motorboat as Hatsume Mei adjusted herself on top of him without bothering to remove her impressively large tits from his face.
“Sorry about that, Midoriya! Phew, your face is like a magnet for these babies, isn’t it? You’ve felt them way more than even my boyfriend has!”
“C-can you not say things like that out loud?!” Iida snapped, shooting to his feet. “Anyways, get off of him! Come on, move! Midoriya, are you still alive? Your eyes aren’t opening!”
Mei didn’t just get off of Izuku—she slid off of him, sliding her body down his body, rubbing her curves against him before finally standing up and dusting herself off.
“It’s nice to see you again, too,” Izuku said, taking Iida’s hand to stand up and lightly massaging his face where he could still remember the squish of her boobs.
“Anyways, we’re here for check ups on our uniforms and also if you have my new boots that would be great and also you didn’t text me back last night what was that about? Or the night before that! So I assume you were working on my boots, correct? Did you even see my messages about my boots! The Sports Festival is coming up so…!”
As Iida rambled on and on to his girlfriend, Izuku made eye contact with Mei…and the two of them didn’t break that eye contact for a second, even as Iida ranted into her ear.
“Hello? Are you listening? Don’t go drifting off on me again!” Iida shook her a bit before Mei finally laughed, gave him a thumbs up, and led them into her lab.
“Midoriya? Are you coming?”
Izuku watched Mei walk into the lab with a slight sway in her hips, ass shaking back and forth. He shamelessly ogled it right in front of his best friend, not even looking at Iida as he walked past him and followed Mei. “Oh yeah, I’m coming, hehe…”
Iida just raised an eyebrow before going in last.
“Here. Your boots.” Mei dropped them off at Iida’s feet before suddenly appearing behind Izuku as if she’d inherited Iida’s super speed.
“Woah! Guess I shoulda seen this coming.” Izuku chuckled, lifting his arms up to allow Mei access to grope his muscular chest from behind, feeling her way down his abs and pressing against them through his hero costume.
Iida cleared his throat with a light blush. “M-Mei! What do you think you’re doing?!”
Mei rested her cheek on Izuku’s bulky shoulder. “Hm? I’m taking Midoriya’s measurements!”
Iida shoved his glasses up. “But he never asked you to take his measurements.”
Izuku shrugged. “That’s true, but I came here to ask anyway. I guess Mei and I just know each other pretty well at this point, isn’t that right?”
Mei grinned and continued feeling up Izuku’s body, crouching down to squeeze his muscular thighs and legs and even prodding his ass, which did manage to make Izuku flinch in slight discomfort. It was hard for him to stay uncomfortable when Mei came to his front and shoved her tits against his chest, though.
“Are you measuring me with your boobs?” He teased, and for the first time ever, he managed to make Mei of all people blush a bit, even as she giggled.
“Woah, Midoriya, you’ve changed since the last time you visited! I’ll have to do a very thorough check up on you to make sure you’re still the same!”
“Please, just call me ‘Izuku’ from now on.”
She winked, and he winked back as her hands blatantly cupped his crotch. Measurements were very important, after all.
“Alright thank you for the boots we’ll be heading back to class now goodbye!” Iida grabbed Izuku and zoomed them both out of there with his quirk on max speed until they were several halls away. Finally, Iida squeezed his hands on Izuku’s shoulders with narrowed eyes. “Midoriya! My dearest friend, what were you doing back there?! You were…was that what you did to Shinsou and Tsuyu’s relationship?!”
“Uh, not exactly. Tsuyu started out sort of in denial, but Mei seems to know exactly what she wants from me.” He laughed with even a bit of a dreamy look on his face. Girls like Mei who knew what they wanted really were the best!
“Do you hear yourself right now? Who are you? What happened to the boy that used to be my best friend?” Iida shook Izuku some more.
Finally, Iida’s over-concerned antics began to wear on Izuku’s patience as he grabbed Iida’s wrists and forced his hands off of his shoulders. “Look, I get that you feel threatened right now. After what we both just witnessed, I’m pretty damn sure you and Mei need to have a long conversation, so I sympathize with you there, man. But sooner or later, you’re going to have to accept that this is the new me, Iida.” Izuku looked him directly in the eyes. “Once I started picking up chicks, things just…changed. Girls and I…we just flock to each other now, and believe me when I say I’m way happier now than I was before, back when I was insisting that I had to remain single to stay on the path of a ‘true hero’.”
Iida gritted his teeth, backing away from Izuku. “...no. I cannot accept this! I understand that you’ve been having plenty of…‘new experiences’ lately, but this cannot be the correct path for you, Izuku! And as your best friend, as your class president, I swear on my honor that I will correct your path and save you!”
Izuku sighed. Looking at Iida was like looking at a reflection of himself—the old him. The workaholic Izuku who had wanted to remain single, the over-idealistic Izuku who thought anything else would be a distraction in his quest to be the next All Might. It was all thanks to the girls that he had come to realize that he could enjoy his youth and his life, enjoy exploring the sexual side of him that he was very good at, while still continuing to focus on his path to be a hero. Trying to achieve your professional goals didn’t have to mean you had to suffer in your personal life.
If he could tell all of that to his previous self, he would. It seems Iida was his chance. He just had to find a way to make Iida listen.
“The Sports Festival,” Iida suddenly said. “I’ll defeat you in the Sports Festival, and then you’ll have to see that I’m right! I take no pleasure in making myself your enemy, Izuku…but you’ve left me no choice. Even so, I wish you the best of luck.”
Izuku met Iida’s serious stare before grinning. “That’s a challenge, right? I like that. We may be friends, but that’s what makes competing with you so fun, too. You’re on.” And I’ll be the one to show you.
Images of Hatsume Mei flashed through Izuku’s head as he smirked. Oh yeah, he would definitely show Iida who was right and who was wrong. Those two were clearly not meant for each other, and it looked like they needed Izuku to be their hero.
On that final note, the two best friends parted ways. The next time they met, it would be the Sports Festival, and their challenge to prove to each other that their ideals were correct would officially be on—Iida in an attempt to prove that Izuku was going down the wrong path by becoming enraptured in his harem life style and letting it influence his personality, and Izuku on a quest to show Iida that he was happier now and that Iida was holding onto things that was making himself suffer just like Izuku used to be doing.
But, there was still one final thing Izuku had to do for today. Bakugou’s challenge.
“Meet me at the front of the school once classes are done.” Those had been Bakugou’s words. So of course, Izuku waited until classes were done…and then he waited for 30 more minutes…maybe an hour…an hour and 20 minutes…
Finally, after dragging things out to the point where even he was tired of waiting, he walked out of the front of the school, nearly doubling over in laughter when he saw Bakugou steaming with anger.
“Hi, Kacchan! I hope I didn’t keep you waiting t-too long!” He stuttered because of laughter.
Bakugou stomped his foot in the ground, but didn’t dare approach Izuku. “The fuck is wrong with you?! I’ve been waiting here for over an hour!”
Izuku laughed some more. “Y-yeah, that was sort of the point! Man, I started to think I was just wasting my own time, but your reaction makes it completely worth it! Thanks!”
Bakugou threw his usual childish temper tantrum for another 5 minutes before he cleared his throat and smirked, as if he could pretend to suddenly be cocky and calm. “Well, you’re probably wondering why I asked you here, huh?”
Izuku sighed. “I’m mostly wondering why I decided to go through with this, but I suppose at some point throughout the day, it did cross my mind why you wanted to speak with me again after what happened last time.”
Bakugou scowled. “Don’t get cocky just because Uraraka lured me into a trap like a coward!”
He cleared his throat. “I wasn’t talking about that last time, Kacchan. I was talking about the last Sports Festival. Remember?”
A blush rose to Bakugou’s face as he cursed. “Fuck it, I can’t even talk to you for 10 seconds before you start to annoy the fuck outta me! I’m tired of dragging this out for any longer, so fuck it! Come on out, girls!”
All of a sudden, all of the girls in Class 3A appeared around Bakugou, as if out of thin air, and he fixed Izuku with a smug grin. It was literally the closest thing to real-life photoshop Izuku had ever seen.
“Woah, impressive!” Izuku clapped his hands together. “But, uh…I’ll show you how the real thing is done. Come on out, girls!” He mimicked Bakugou, chuckling at the way Bakugou’s jaw dropped as Hagakure released the light refraction she’d put over all of the girls, revealing all 6 of them surrounding Izuku—the real ones.
“Hi, Bakugou!” Uraraka waved to him mischievously while she wrapped her arms around Izuku’s shoulders from behind, snuggling up to him lovingly while Izuku turned to smooch her cheek several times.
“It’s pretty funny that we had similar ideas, huh, Kacchan?”
“Shut up, you bastard!” Bakugou shouted. “How the fuck did those bitches even get here?!”
“Hi! That would be my new ultimate move! I call it: now you see me, now you don’t!” Hagakure jumped up and down excitedly.
“Ribbit, but this technique is the exact opposite of that, where you’re making people see us.” Tsuyu pointed out.
Hagakure tapped her chin. “So I should rename it to, ‘now you don’t see me, now you do’?”
Izuku pulled her close and kissed her right on the lips. “It was super impressive either way, darling. As for why my girls are here…did you really think I sat in the school for a whole hour all by myself just to make you wait out here for me? Obviously I needed company to last that long!”
Bakugou was speechless, staring at all of the girls, but his gaze kept flickering back to Uraraka. He was doing a horrible job of hiding his jealousy as Izuku casually groped Uraraka’s chest, and she moaned and leaned in to kiss him.
“Those are very convincing illusions of us, though,” Momo praised, stepping forward to examine the ‘girls’ surrounding Bakugou. “If my memory serves me correctly, there’s only one person who would be here right now that could achieve such a feat.”
“Yo, yo, yo! I’m, like, so honored to be remembered by the Yao-Momo! That’s super dope!” All of the illusions disappeared in a literal puff of smoke—sparkly smoke. Finally, all that was left in their place was none other than Camie Utsushimi from Shiketsu High. She waved with a wink. “‘Sup?”
Izuku’s eyes scoured over Camie’s figure—a curvaceous body that he had personally already felt rubbing against him, although that had been Toga using Camie’s body as a disguise back then. Still, he already had a personal appreciation for how voluptuous Camie was.
“This right here is the reason I told you to meet me here, Deku!” Bakugou grinned and wrapped an arm around Camie’s waist to pull her in close. “I’m sure everyone’s heard of the fact that I’ve got a bitch of my own, now! Just thought I’d give you the chance to bask in my glory!”
The way Bakugou’s brain worked was always so confusing to Izuku. He didn’t think he would ever understand. “You thought you would show off to the guy with six girlfriends by showing him you finally got one for yourself? You created that plan and thought it sounded like a flex?” Izuku wasn’t even being demeaning or taunting—he was genuinely perplexed how Bakugou thought this was supposed to make him look impressive compared to Izuku.
Bakugou wrinkled his nose and stomped his foot. “Shut up! Just…just go back to being in my shadow and apologizing for being in my presence, like you used to! You were annoying as shit but at least you knew your place!”
Izuku raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t been like that towards you ever since what happened during our Sports Festival fight last year. You remember that, don’t you, Kacchan?”
Bakugou’s face flushed red at the humiliating memories of their second year Sports Festival. After Bakugou won the first Sports Fest, he’d gone into their second one last year with so much gusto, only for the result to be…
“It’d be a shame to have a repeat of that incident this year, wouldn’t it?” Izuku grinned. “Especially now that you have a girlfriend who’ll be watching you.”
As always, Bakugou was at his most tolerable when he was dead silent, gritting his teeth and fuming in a silent rage, unable to explode the way he usually did due to sheer humiliation and embarrassment.
“Girls.” Izuku nodded at his girls and began leading them away. “Is this all you wanted, Kacchan? You just wanted to show me the girl that’ll be watching you lose this year?”
He took the silence for a ‘yes’, so with a disappointed shake of his head, he left Bakugou to wallow in his own memories of last year’s Sports Festival.
“Leaving already? ‘Kay byeeeee! I can’t wait to watch you all go ham, you know what I mean? Woohoo, UA Sports Fest!” Camie cheered to no one in particular since Bakugou didn’t seem to be paying attention to her.
“She’s a pretty cute girl, huh?” Uraraka teased Izuku, who chuckled.
“You’re cute, Uraraka. ‘Cute’ probably isn’t the word I’d use for Camie, though.”
“You think she’s sexy, don’t you?” Jirou lightly jabbed him with her elbow.
“Bet you think she’s sexy, too,” he shot back at Jirou, making her blush as the other girls laughed.
As they arrived back at the dorms, Aizawa was already leaving, tapping on his phone then looking up as Izuku and his girls approached.
“Midoriya, someone came to visit you. They should still be waiting for you inside.”
Izuku raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Thanks, sensei. Girls, come on.”
As they walked past their teacher, Aizawa glared at Izuku and his harem, eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say anything for now.
As they entered the 3A dormitory, they spotted none other than Fuyumi Todoroki at the entrance, removing her shoes to head inside.
Izuku’s face immediately brightened at the sight of Todoroki’s gorgeous older sister, and he ran up to greet her. “Hey! Didn’t expect to see you here! It feels like it’s been a long time. You look like you’re doing well. I really like how you’ve tied your hair up!”
Fuyumi’s eyes widened a bit before she nervously scratched her cheek. “Oh, really? Thanks! You, um, you look good, too!”
He grinned. “So why did you come all the way here to see me? Not that you need a reason or anything.” He waggled his eyebrows once, which made her blush.
“Um, I’m pretty sure she’s here for me.” They turned around to see Todoroki walking towards his sister.
Fuyumi chuckled. “Yeah, I just came to cheer on my brother, and thought I’d visit him before the big day tomorrow. But it was nice to see you again, Midoriya!” She waved at him before walking away with her brother. Izuku couldn’t help but watch her leave…for completely totally innocent reasons, of course.
“Your visitor is already waiting for you in your room!” Kaminari slid over and lightly punched Izuku in the shoulder.
Kirishima chuckled and gave him a thumbs up. “I’d wish you luck, but I don’t think you’ll be needing it!”
Somehow, it felt like the two of them were wingmanning for him or something. Either way, it brought an amused smile to Izuku’s face as he thanked the two cucks before heading up to his bedroom with his entourage of girls behind him. Jirou and Mina didn’t even spare a glance at their ex-boyfriends.
As he headed into his room, he saw his visitor was none other than his other girlfriend—Hado Nejire—already completely naked and sitting on his bed.
“Izuku!” She hopped to her feet to greet him, and by that point he had already sped across the room to wrap his arms around her. He hugged her and lifted her up, perfectly aligning them so that Nejire’s famously huge boobs were drowning his face. He shamelessly shoved his face deeper into her plush tits, making all of the girls laugh.
“Izuku is being a pervert as always,” Tsuyu scolded him, but there was no malice in it as all 6 girls sat on the bed around them. Izuku had carried Nejire back to the middle of the bed and laid her down, crawling on top of her to make out with her while the other girls watched.
“I missed you, Izuku…but the Sports Festival gives me an excuse to come watch you dominate the rest of the school!”
Izuku kissed his way down her neck, fondling her boobs in his hands. “Mmm…I missed you, too. It sucks that you’re the only one I don’t get to see often. But now that you’re here to watch me compete, I’m even more pumped and determined than I was before!”
Nejire beamed and moaned as he shoved her legs up and apart in order to start tongue-fucking her pussy. He ate her out like she was a meal he’d long been craving but had been deprived of for much too long.
The other girls also began stripping, and Mina came up behind him to help get Izuku out of his clothes, too.
It had been too long since he last got to fuck Nejire, so as soon as his cock was out, he plunged himself into her pussy.
“Ohhhh, I missed your huge cock and your rough fucking, Izuku!” Nejire moaned, clawing at his back. “I wish I could just…stay here with you every night, take your cock whenever you need to destress! At least while the Sports Festival is going…but Aizawa probably wouldn’t approve of it, huh?”
Izuku groaned as he kissed her womb with the head of his cock over and over again, thrusting and rolling his hips against hers. “Fuck…I’ll talk to him. Smooth things over. You’re staying here with me for as long as the Sports Fest is ongoing. You and I are gonna make up for lost time.”
Nejire smiled with sparkling eyes, reaching up to cup Izuku’s face before he went down and crashed their mouths together. The other girls scooted closer to join in on the fun.
On the night before the Sports Festival, Izuku and his harem enjoyed a long, steamy night together. His pre-victory celebration.
And as he lay in bed with all 7 of his girls sleeping around him—Uraraka and Mina clinging onto his arms, Momo and Jirou snuggled into his side, Tsuyu and Hagakure clinging onto his legs (they insisted that holding onto him was more important than sleeping on pillows), and Nejire plopped right on top of Izuku’s naked, muscular chest—he couldn’t help but stare at the ceiling and think about all of the things that had happened today in lead up to the Sports Fest.
The bet with Monoma, the challenge of ideals with Iida, the usual dumbass bullshit with Bakugou…there were a lot of eyes on Izuku during this Sports Festival…including his girls, who he could not and would not let down.
His third Sports Festival. His final Sports Festival.
He smirked to himself as he fell asleep surrounded by love. Better make it a Sports Festival to remember.
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So we have several storylines being set up for the Sports Festival, mainly via Iida, Monoma, and Bakugou! I was going to make Todoroki a bigger part, too, but then I wrote a whole separate fic dedicated to Izuku x Fuyumi essentially 'cucking' the Todoroki family by taking their women, so I might not explore the possibilities with Fuyumi in this fic since I already did it in a separate fic.
This chapter references the previous Sports Festival a lot, where something supposedly happened between Izuku and Bakugou. Rest assured, you'll figure out what this is referring to eventually as we build up to Bakugou getting super cucked once again!
And finally, Monoma's challenge. All I'll say is, feel free to comment your ideas on what Izuku should change Monoma's hero name to—I could use the ideas!
Thanks for reading!
Comments
Nice! I think I definitely want to incorporate the word 'cuck' into his name.
TheDistur6edGuy
A name for Monoma could be Quick Cuculus; it's Latin, so not many would know it right away, but it roughly means "Cuck"; I tried find some abbreviation for "Velox esse Cuculus" which means "Quick to be a Cuck" but I couldn't think of anything that seemed to work well
Thanks! The other Class 3B boys will be addressed eventually!
anony
I have now fully read the preview and I loved it. How do the other Class 3B boys feel about Monoma setting them up to be cucked?
