MHA After Class Part 5
***A/N: Shorter chapter this time, sorry.***
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“...y’know, when you called me and asked for my help with something, this…really isn’t what I’d imagined you’d need help with.” Josei remarked, hands clasped together as she sat on his living room couch, pointedly not looking at him.
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Sitting adjacent from her, Midoriya had a faint blush on his cheeks as he similarly did not look at her.“Sorry, I should’ve explained it on the phone.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Just thought, y’know, maybe it was better to talk about it in person?”
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“That makes sense, I guess…” The fox-girl replied, albeit still sounding a bit unsure. “Still, if you don’t mind me asking… why did you call \*me\* of all people?” She inquired, the blush that was coming through her turquoise green fur only intensified as she quickly glanced at Deku, then his crotch, before swiftly looking away.
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That… was a valid question. While the two had become fairly good friends after the end of the war, life in general had made it difficult for them to hang out anymore than once every couple of weeks, usually. As a result, they weren’t super close, at least, not like he was with the rest of Class 1-A, for example.
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Midoriya let out a quiet chuckle as he responded. “It was actually my mom’s idea.”
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Josei furrowed her eyebrows before looking over at him, a confused look on her face. “Your mother? Why…?”
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“She, uh, she’s been helping with my, er, training, on the weekends. It’s part of a program UA does for extra credit.” He explained. “But we couldn’t do it today, since she had to attend a parent-teacher conference at UA, so she suggested that I call one of my friends up to sub in.”
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“Oh, I thought she told you call me, like, personally.” The fox-girl stated with a half-chuckle.
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“Oh, no, no, I uh, I decided to call you.” Midoriya spoke, averting his eyes in embarrassment. “I figured, well, it has been a while since we’ve, y’know, actually hung out in person, so I thought…” He trailed off, the blush on his face only intensifying.
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“You’d figured you’d just…what, kill two birds with one stone? We could hang out while I bust your balls?” She asked, a somewhat bewildered look on her face.
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“…yeah?” Midoriya hesitantly replied, sounding more like a question than an answer. Funnily enough, it hadn’t been until someone else had said it out loud that he realized exactly how that sounded.
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“I don’t know…” She murmured, brows knit together. “I’m kinda, I mean… I’m a pretty big gal, y’know?” As she spoke, she gestured to herself with one hand, the other rubbing her thigh. She was a rather big gal, that much was obvious, being at least a few feet taller than himself, with the type of curvy, plush body that would have almost any guy or girl drooling (Deku had nearly done so a couple times himself.) "Aren't you worried I might... I don't know, break something?"
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“Oh, you don’t really have to worry about that.” He replied with an (admittedly shaky) grin. “Thanks to the last couple of months, my uh, they’re quite a bit sturdier than average. And if I do feel like anything is going to, y’know, ‘break,’ then I’ll tell you.” He replied, giving his most reassuring smile, which did seem to alleviate her fears somewhat. He wasn’t lying, his balls were much tougher than they’d been at the start of the semester, they had to be in order to survive the near constant nut torture he’d been subjected to over the weeks via the hands, feet, etc of his teachers, his mom, and even his own classmates.
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(Besides, if something did go wrong and she ended up popping his nuts anyway, well, it’d probably only help him out in the long run, all things considered.)
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Josei's hesitancy faded but did not disappear, prompting Midoriya to continue.
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“I-if you, I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s perfectly fine. We can still hang out and o-“
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“No no, I do!” She hurriedly interrupted, waving her hands. The moment the words left her lips, her blush doubled in intensity as she quickly averted her gaze. “I…I do want to.”
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“Oh.” Midoriya replied, dumbly. In all honesty, he’d been half-expecting her to say no. “Are, are you sure?”
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The fox-girl, after a moment, nodded sheepishly. “Yeah. I admit, I have been rather…curious… about it, for a while. Ballbusting, I mean.”
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“Really?” He inquired, surprised.
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“Yes. I’ve just never really had the chance to practice on an actual, y’know, pair before.” She replied, one hand in a cupping position as if fondling an imaginary pair of gonads, before she glanced away from him in what looked to be sheepishness. “…at least, not on purpose.”
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“Oh, that’s-wait, what?”
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“So!” She exclaimed suddenly, causing him to flinch back reflexively as she leaned forward, hands on her knees and gaze focused entirely on him (minus the scant glances down towards his crotch). “How do you uh, how do you want to do this?”
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Midoriya blinked in surprise for a moment before he shrugged sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
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“Well, typically, at least with Miss Midnight and with my mom, I kinda have to get undressed. ‘Makes it easier to hit my targets’ as Miss Midnight put it, but if, if you don’t want me to, we don’t have to.”
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Josei nodded slowly in understanding, her blush still prominent in her turquoise-furred face. “I…see…” She murmured. "Well, I’m okay with it, if you want to. What about the ladies who busted your balls?” She quietly inquired, averting her gaze. “Did they do the… the same?”
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“Oh, uh, no, not really” Deku replied with a small shake of his head. “I mean, Mina typically likes to flash her boobs before kicking me but Momo and Jiro tend to be in their uniforms if/when they do it, and Toru is, well, invisible for the most part. She likes going for the surprise hits. On the other hand, Miss Midnight tends to wear a \*very\* revealing bikini, while my mom and Uraraka usually only wear their underwear when they do it.”
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Josei let out an impressed whistle. “You’ve uh, you’ve been getting your balls busted a lot, huh?”Midoriya snorted, nodding slightly. “Yeah, you could say that. And that’s not even including anyone else, like the 1-B girls for example, but I don’t really see them very often outside of class.” And he didn’t even want to think about the torture that was La Brava crushing his nards just the week before.
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“Huh…” She murmured, brow creased in thought as she rubbed her chin. After a few moments of contemplating, she nodded firmly before speaking. "Okay!"
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Midoriya blinked. "Uh...okay?"
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"Yeah, let's do it!" Josei exclaimed, the smile on her face having only grown. "Could we do it here, or...?"
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"We, we can do it here." The hero-in-training replied, heart already beginning to beat faster in his chest. "The bathroom's just down the hall, if you do wanna get undressed."
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"No, no, I’ll just do it here, with you.” She replied, hands already working on unbuttoning her plaid button-up shirt.
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The blush on Deku’s face suddenly doubled in intensity as Josei slid her over-shirt off her body, revealing the black, tight-fitting undershirt beneath, which really showcased some of her biggest ‘assets.’ Admittedly, he found himself staring entranced at her rather sizable tits (which had to be around an M-cup at least), before the sound of her clearing her throat and her pointed look made him throw his gaze away in embarrassment.
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“S-sorry.” He muttered sheepishly, to which Josei chuckled lightly.
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“It’s fine.” She murmured, a small smile on her face. “I was just curious if you were gonna strip as well or not. I’m kinda feeling put out here.”
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“Oh! Right, sorry.” He hastily replied before swiftly beginning the process of undressing. Within minutes the two of them had stripped down, clothes left in two separate piles on the floor, leaving Midoriya in his birthday suit and Ippan wearing nothing but a large, black sports bra and a pair of similarly black panties, her outfit (or rather lack of one) perfectly accentuating her thick thighs, plush rear and firm, plus-sized tits.
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It took all of Midoriya’s willpower not to openly stare at her body, however, that did not stop him from sneaking small peeks as she set her bundle of clothes beside the couch, inadvertently giving him full view of her absolute dump truck of an ass (if he wasn't already hard, that view would've done it) as she bent over to do so. After she was, more or less, ready, Josei turned back to him with a nod.
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“Okay, I’m ready. How about you?”
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Midoriya took a deep breath to try and settle his nerves before giving a quick nod. “I’m ready. Now y-“
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\*Whump!\*
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Izuku’s words were swiftly replaced with a choked gasp as he suddenly found himself lifted a foot off the ground, held up by nothing else than Josei’s foot as it sat there, wedged between his thighs with his balls suddenly much flatter than they’d been a few seconds prior as a lightning bolt of agony shot through him.
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If it hadn’t been for his extensive training over the past few months, he almost certainly would’ve fallen to his knees the moment his feet touched back down. Even then, it was still a close thing.With a heavy moan of agony, Deku curled in on himself slightly, hands going to his thighs in a bid to keep himself upright, leaving his balls, which still jostling in their sack after Josei lowered her foot, utterly defenseless.
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"How was that?" Ippan inquired with a grin, as if she hadn't just kicked his baby-makers into his throat. It took Izuku a moment or two to push off the pain enough to reply.
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"...good." His voice was noticably higher-pitched. "S-some warning would've b-been nice."
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"Oh, got it!" The large fox-gal responded, giving him a thumbs up. "In that case, here comes the next one!"
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His eyes widened, just as her foot swung forward.
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\*Wham!\*
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"Ugh!” Deku grunted as he was once again unceremoniously lifted off the ground via mind-numbing kick to the undercarriage, nads flattened quite thoroughly up against his pelvis. His cock, which was still somewhat erect despite the two harsh kicks he’d just received, bounced up and down from the blow, splattering a few droplets of precum across Josei’s shin and thigh.
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As soon as his feet touched back down, Deku stumbled back a step, coughing and moaning, eyes squeezed shut as he fought to endure the pain afflicting his dangling male-hood.
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“Oooooh.” Ippan cooed, immediately drawing Midoriya’s slightly-confused gaze.
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The large fox gal stared at his battered nuts with a look akin to awe, eyes wide with joy and eagerness, lips pulled up into a slight smirk as she rubbed her thighs together in excitement.
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“Oh, I think I’m gonna have more fun with this than I thought.” She murmured, any semblance of nervousness gone entirely, replaced with determination as she focused solely on his balls.
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Izuku felt his stomach sink slightly, almost as if to meet Josei’s foot as it rose to slam another bone-shaking kick into his thrashed baby-makers, knocking them into his throat with frightening ease. Through squinted eyes and the haze of ball-induced agony, he saw Josei’s wide smile and swiftly realized his nuts were going to be in for a world of pain.
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When Deku had first considered calling Josei, he hadn't expected much, honestly. She had always struck him as a gentle giant, big and intimidating (to some) in appearance while being very sweet and kind in personality. He figured that on the off chance she agreed to bust him, the only thing he'd have to really look out for was her greater size and inexperience.
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Past Deku, Midoriya concluded, was a massive idiot for one major reason: he'd severely
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underestimated Josei's natural proficiency at busting balls.
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Of course, he didn't realize his error immediately. It wasn't even an instant moment of clarity either, more a gradual accumulation of doubt in his mind that eventually morphed into a glaring "You fucking idiot." (And if anyone were to ask why it took him nearly thirty minutes of mind-numbing kicks, gut-churning knees and high-powered uppercuts to realize, well, he'd just blame it on the ball ache making his mind fuzzy with agony.)
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\*Whump!\*
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"Urg!" Deku grunted, eyes nearly crossing from the pain in his battered baby-makers as Ippan slammed a hearty punch into his bruised sack.
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During the last half-hour, the pair had switched between a variety of positions as the large fox-girl went about obliterating his manhood (She'd apparently particularly liked when he'd kneeled in front of her so she could bury her toes in his nuts.) Currently, Josei was laying stomach-down on the couch, her tits ballooning out deliciously from where they were squashed against the armrest. One hand was clutched around his defenseless scrotum, trapping his orbs at the bottom of their sack, while the other-
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\*Whud!\*
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"Ah!"
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\-was busy treating said orbs like there were a punching bag, slamming punch after punch into his twin testicles, the orbs deforming slightly after each crushing hit.
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However, that wasn't so say this position was entirely bad. Granted, the repeated nut-punching was undoubtedly agonizing, but there were two things that made the copious amounts of ball-ache even slightly more endurable.
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Firstly was that from his current position, he had an incredible view of Josei's ass, her thick globes of flesh, just barely held in by her panties, jiggling in \*just\* the perfect way each time she slammed her knuckles into his naked nuts. Over the months, Midoriya had found that eye candy was incredibly important when one was getting their privates punched into (metaphorical, hopefully) paste, and he found himself once again proven right.
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The second, and definitely the most important reason, was the fact that Josei, for one reason or another, had decided to... help him out, if you would...
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\*Shliiiick\*
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\*Shliiiiiick\*
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For the first time in around 30 minutes, Deku was feeling a sensation in his nethers that wasn't utter agony. Josei's lips were wrapped firmly around his erect member, his length nestled pleasantly atop her warm, wet tongue as she slowly slid her head back and forth at a pace comparable to a snail's. Resisting the urge to buck his hips, (the first two times he had, he'd been rewarded with a sharp tug on his sack followed closely by another harsh blow to his babymakers) he resigned himself to his current situation, a small part of his brain idly wondering how things were going at UA with his mom.
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\*Whap!\*
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"Gah!" Inko gasped, eyes crossed and mouth gaping as Midnight drove her boot into the older woman's panty-clad pussy. Her hands, which were clasped behind her head, twitched and shook as she fought the urge to cover her aching crotch, even as a grinning Midnight drew her foot back for another blow.
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'Gosh, how does Izuku and his classmates deal with this?' The older Midoriya wondered, just before-
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\*Whud!\*
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"Ooh!"
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'..it's just a parent-teacher conference, she'll be fine.'
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\*Th-wham!\*
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"Urk!"
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Suddenly, a particularly harsh uppercut slammed into his nuts, crushing them up against Josei's other hand, which still trapped his orbs at the bottom of their bruised sack. Midoriya had only just barely begun curling in on himself from the aching pain and nausea when Josei suddenly switched up her grip, latching onto his battered ballbag with both hands, a nut painfully clenched in each furry hand.
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"Wha- what are yoOooUuU-!" Izuku's inquiry quickly morphed into a pained mewl as Josei \*squeeezed\* his balls, pulling him in via her new handholds and forcing Deku to hilt his twitching, painfully hard member in her gaping maw. In an effort to ensure he stayed standing despite the quiver in his knees (nevermind the even worse quivering in his nads), he planted his hands on Josei's shoulders, leaning over her slightly, panting and moaning as pain and pleasure racked his body in tandem.
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Letting instinct take the reigns, he almost immediately began haphazardly thrusting into Josei’s mouth, eyes squeezed shut and teeth grit as he began roughly face-fucking the fox-girl with wild abandon.
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Oddly enough, Josei didn’t react as she had previously. Rather than further squashing his traumatized testicles, or perhaps rewarding his thrusts with harsh punches to the sack, she instead merely laid there, nose bumping against his lower belly as she allowed her mouth to be used like an oversized flesh light. Now, that wasn’t to say she wasn’t still abusing Deku’s nuts, she definitely was, squashing his gonads so hard that small bubbles of nutmeat were almost peeking out from between her fingers. Aside from that though, she seemed mostly content to lay there, letting Deku use her mouth to his hearts content as she treated his nards like a pair of oranges in desperate need of juicing, her expression one of pure bliss as she stared blankly at nothing, eyes half-lidded and pupils practically transformed into hearts. She was clearly enjoying herself immensely.
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So was Deku for that matter, albeit hampered somewhat by the incredible agony still emanating from his loins. He thrust his cock in and out of Josei’s maw at an almost feverous pace, his steadily approaching orgasm held off only by the fact that his nuts were being compressed into diamonds between Ippan’s fingers. Still, with release so close, stopping now was almost unthinkable, and so Deku continued, precum spilling onto Josei’s tongue and down her throat as the milky-white liquid was almost squeezed out of his tortured baby-makers.
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Eventually, after a few more minutes of feverish thrusting and harsh nut-squeezing, Deku felt himself approaching the edge, his cock twitching and throbbing heavily as his balls churned (only helped by Ippan’s gut-wrenching grip on his pair) in preparation to release his seed.
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“J-Josei…” He muttered, eyes half-lidded as he stared woozily down at the massive fox-girl who’d so thoroughly mangled his manhood. At his words, she glanced up at him with that same, euphoric expression on her face, cock still remaining enveloped in her hot, wet mouth. “I’m…I’m g-gonna…”
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As Izuku trailed off, the fox-girl’s face went through a variety of expressions, the blissful look transforming into one of mild confusion before morphing into one of shock.
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\*Shlork!\* With a speed that would’ve surprised just about anyone, Josei practically threw her head back, leaving Deku staring down at her in lustful confusion, his painfully erect length throbbing heavily, as if searching desperately for the moist warmth it had quickly become accustomed to.
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A moment later, Josei finally released her grip, mercifully allowing his juiced nads to begin the arduous process of reinflating to some small semblance of their normal size. However, rather than bring her hands away, she instead laid Deku’s brutalized against the palm of her left hand, almost as if cradling them.
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Midoriya’s face scrunched up in pained confusion before he saw Ippan draw her right arm back, hand clenched into a fist, and his eyes widened in realization.
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“Wa-!”
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\*WHUMP!\*
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\*WHAM!\*
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\*WA-CRUNCH!\*
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Three solid, crushing blows slammed into his battered ballsack in quick succession, sending lightning bolts of agony up Izuku’s spine with such fierce intensity that for a moment, he thought maybe she’d actually (finally) turned one of his berries into pulp.
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When he finally managed to get some breath back into his lungs, he released a mewling wail of pain as he curled in on himself, clutching at Josei’s fist as it sat there, plunged into his sack which distorted around it like a bruised, lumpy water balloon, copious amounts of precum coating her hands as it poured like a fountain from Deku's cock.
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The fox-girl had the decency to look sheepish as she glanced up at him with a small, sly grin. “Sorry.” She spoke, sounding at least somewhat apologetic. “Had to make sure you didn’t, y’know, cum.”
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It took him a moment, but Deku eventually found his voice. “W-w-why?” His cock ached from the release it'd been so painfully denied.
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She shrugged. “Cause I’ve read that testicles are stronger when they’re, y’know stuffed full of spunk. Makes them sturdier. Besides…” She gave him a soft, sensual grin as she pulled his sack towards her face (pulling a wincing Deku along with it) to rub his scrotum against her warm, soft fur. “…I don’t want the fun to end just yet\~. Do you?”
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Midoriya gulped.
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Izuku…didn’t really remember much after that. Mostly just small bits and pieces.
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He distinctly remembers laying down on the ground at some point, Josei’s massive form standing over him, toes pressed into his pair with enough force that they more resembled pancakes than balls. After that, he recalls soft, furry tits smothering him, muffling his screams while a knee rocketed into his groin. He wasn’t sure how many more kicks, knees, punches, etc he must've endured from Josei, but he had to have blacked out at some point because one moment, he's getting his nuts absolutely obliterated (Had she been sitting on his balls?), the next, he’s waking up with his head in a large, soft lap and his balls laying atop an ice pack, coated in a layer of half-dried precum courtesy of his still-leaking member.
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With a soft groan he curled in slightly, moaning as he clutched his aching, tenderized gonads in both hands, wishing the terrible, aching pain would simply disappear (he knew it wouldn’t, of course). Just above his head, he heard a small giggle.
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“You’re awake?” Josei murmured, voice as a soft as her lap as her hand stroked through his hair.
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Izuku merely moaned once more before turning his head to blearily glance up at her grinning visage.“I thought… you said… you’d never busted balls before…”
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Ippan chuckled lightly before answering, a small blush peeking through her turquoise fur. “I haven’t, not intentionally. But, I have done a \*lot\* of research about it. I've watched videos, read articles, I’ve even practiced a bit on some of those boxing dummies at Quirk gyms, at least until they broke.”Her explanation, made some small amount of sense to Deku. Still…
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“I-intentionally?” He questioned. At his inquiry, Josei’s blush intensified as she swiftly looked away from him in embarrassment.
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“I uh, I’m kind of a fan of riding guys, y’know, cowgirl style and all." She quietly admitted. "Turns out, a girl as big as me can cause some…unintended damage to a guys nuts when I ride him too rough, so...yeah.”
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“…oh.” Midoriya replied lamely. After all, what did one even say in response to something like that.
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Josei must’ve understood that as well because she simply laughed lightly before resuming her soft stroking of his curly hair. “Yeah. To be honest, when you’d asked me to bust your balls, I was, of course, incredibly excited. I was also incredibly worried that I might accidentally pop one of your boys.”
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“Felt like you \*did\* a couple times.” Deku murmured. Ippan let out a soft sigh.
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"I'm sure I almost did the few times I got careless." She replied, voice touched with a twinge of guilt. "Sorry about that, by the way."
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"…It's fine." Izuku hesitantly replied. On one hand it wasn't pleasant, knowing just how close his male hood had come to turning into nothing but nut butter. On the other (would losing one or both really be that bad?) "I've had worse..."
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"Really?"
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"No."
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Josei barked out a laugh at his blunt response, drawing a strained laugh from Deku before the two eventually fell into a soft, comfortable silence. They stayed like that for a while, Izuku cozy in Josei’s lap as the fox-girl gently stroked and played with his hair, the ache in his swollen nads fading so agonizingly slowly that he knew he wouldn’t be able to walk for a good while, at best.
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Then his phone rang.
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As embarrassed as he was by All Mights voice ringing out “A phone call is here! A phone call is here!” there wasn’t much he could do about it, aside from sheepishly asking Josei to grab his phone for him, the fox-girl teasing him as she complied, fishing the cellphone from his pants laying on the ground nearby.
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A quick glance informed him that it was his mother calling, and so he answered with little hesitation.“Hey mom, what’s up? How did the parent-teacher conference go?”
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“Hey Izuku!” His mother replied, sounding… off, like she was speaking through slightly-grit teeth. “Oh, I’m great, the conference went well. By the way, did you end up calling one of your friends over to help you with your class?”
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Izuku nodded, realized his mother couldn’t see said nod, then answered. “Yeah, I uh, I called Josei. We just got finished a little while ago.”
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“Oh, that’s wonderful! Josei is such a lovely girl. I’m sure you both had fun\~” She responded with a teasing tone, sending a bright blush across Izuku’s cheeks. Before he could even stutter a reply, his mother continued.
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“So I’m on my way home right now. Midnight got me a taxi ride back, so when I get close, could you have Josei come and meet me? I might, uh, I might need help getting up the stairs to the apartment.”Izuku furrowed his brow in confusion (which aroused a chuckle from Ippan, for some reason) as he mulled over his mothers words. She had driven her car to UA, so why…
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“Mom, why…did UA have to get you a taxi?”
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A soft, slightly-pained chuckle. “That, baby, is a very long story…”