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Winner of Fic Poll Term 1a! The winner was BKDK forced feminization. Don't know if I hit the nail right on the end but I think y'all are gonna like this regardless! 

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He could feel the old man’s eyes on his ass. Staring down at the box of crackers without really seeing it, Izuku tried not to squirm underneath his unrelenting stare. Nervously glancing down the aisle, he desperately begged Kacchan to get back already. It shouldn’t take this long just to grab some peppers! Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, Izuku resisted the urge to tug down on the hem of his skirt. The damn thing was so short, his butt was practically visible. It was amazing he had even been allowed to step into the store. The clerk had given him a dirty look when he slunk in beside Kacchan but that could’ve been less because of his clothes and more because he was boiling lobster red. Izuku grimaced – stupid Kacchan, how could he make him do something like this?! Just because he had lost a bet with the girls, meaning they could dress him in this stupid outfit didn’t mean Kacchan could drag him out in public! 

“Where’d your boyfriend go?” The old man suddenly asked. 

Izuku jumped. Turning, his heart lurched at the realization that while he was distracted by his own misery, the old man had moved in to stand obnoxiously close to Izuku. The pervert wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that his gaze was flickering between Izuku’s (nonexistent) chest and his butt. Taking a step back, panic fluttering in his chest, prompting his heart to begin beating like crazy, disgust skittering across his skin, making him feel dirty and grimy, Izuku went to quickly excuse himself but before he could say anything, his back collided with something warm and solid. Muscular arms wrapped tightly around him, squeezing him to a muscular chest. When he inhaled sharply in surprise, he got a lungful of the familiar scent of sweet glycerin. 

Kacchan…finally, he had come back from getting those stupid peppers but there was no relief. Flushing even hotter, knowing his face had to be bright red, Izuku slowly turned to look up at Kacchan. His eyes widened. Oh no…oh no, no. Kacchan…he was wearing a smirking grin that he was very familiar with. It was a smirk that said, ‘I am about to make Deku want to crawl into a hole and die’. Blinking rapidly, fluctuating rapidly between hot and cold, Izuku managed to get a trembling smile on his face, “K-Kacchan, let’s go check-“

“She’s adorable, isn’t she?” Kacchan said, resting his chin on Izuku’s shoulders, his smoldering gaze on the old man, who quickly went from looking annoyed that Kacchan had reappeared to confused. Rubbing his cheek against Izuku’s, he murmured, “So soft and cute. She’s got a secret, though. Something that makes her special. Wanna know what it is?”

“Kacchan-.” Izuku squeaked in panic, gripping hold of his forearm. His blunt, freshly painted nails dug into his warm skin. 

“Yeah.” The old man wheezed excitedly, stepping in even closer. Izuku’s stomach lurched sickeningly when he made the mistake of glancing down and found the pervert was sporting an obvious boner. Sweat dotted his wrinkled forehead. He was flushed red. His watery gaze roamed hungrily over Izuku’s body, undressing him with his eyes. 

Kacchan’s smile grew even bigger. Settling a large hand on Izuku’s stomach, he slid it down until it was hovering right over the hem of his skirt. The old man was panting even heavier now. He watched with rapturous intent was Kacchan’s calloused fingers curled around the pleated fabric. Izuku realized what he intended to do a split second too late. Before he could make any kind of move to stop him or protest, Kacchan yanked up his skirt to reveal his cock stuffed into a pair of way too small kitty themed, sheer underwear. His outfit couldn’t hide the fact that he wasn’t a girl any longer. Squealing, Izuku tried to yank the skirt back down to cover himself but Kacchan easily grabbed hold of his wrists, wrenching his hands out of the way so that his crotch was still fully in view. 

“See?” Kacchan rasped, “Told you. She’s something special, isn’t she?”

The old man’s brain seemed to have crashed. He was staring blankly down at Izuku’s crotch. His watery eyes were glazed over, though Izuku noted that he was still hard – not that that was any relief. Gagging on shame and humiliation, wanting nothing more than to bolt for the exit, terrified that someone else would come along and find him like this, Izuku wasn’t prepared in the slightest for what Kacchan did next so there was no way he could stop himself from letting out an embarrassingly loud moan when Kacchan released Izuku’s wrists and reached down to squeeze his cock. A harsh bolt of electric pleasure raced up his spine. He bucked into Kacchan’s hand, grinding his dick against his palm. Jolting with alarm, a rush of cold temporary pushing back against the wildly beating pulse of arousal, Izuku clamped a hand over his mouth. Fuck-! This was bad-! There were other people in the store! There was no way they hadn’t heard that! Someone was going to come looking and see him like this! It was already bad enough that this old pervert was still gawking at him! He…he didn’t want anyone else to see! 

Tears clung to his eyelashes. Despite his mortification, he was rock hard. His cock strained against the flimsy fabric of his underwear. If Kacchan moved his hand away…his cock was going to come out! It was going to pull free from the underwear! 

“Move your hand.” The old man panted. All of the blankness was gone, replaced with blatant lust. One twitching hand reached to Izuku. He shrank back against Kacchan, pressing his thighs tightly together as though that would protect him, “Lemme see.”

Kacchan was silent for a moment then he snorted, his grin growing even wider. Grabbing hold of Izuku’s jaw, Kacchan wrenched his head to the side, smashing their lips together in a rough, thorough kiss. A hot, sweet tongue shoved its way into his mouth, rubbing playfully against his own. Whimpering, caught between the fear and embarrassment of doing this in a public place, and the rampaging heat that came from Kacchan’s touch and taste, Izuku squirmed in his arms. Kacchan’s large hand kept fondling him through his underwear. His cock was throbbing. Precum poured out of the slit, soaking both Kacchan’s hand and the underwear. If…if this kept going, he was going to cum! Panting hard, his head spinning, feverish heat coating his skin, Izuku shakily reached up to knot his fingers into Kacchan’s soft hair. Stop…they needed to stop…someone…someone was going to see them-! Finally, Kacchan relented, pulling away from the kiss with a sharp gasp. Trembling in his hold, an intense burst of heat bloomed in his crotch at the sight of Kacchan’s flushed, openly lustful expression. Giving his cock one final squeeze, pulling a whimpering moan out of Izuku, Kacchan yanked his skirt back down, covering the mess his crotch had become. 

Mouth hanging open, his hazy eyes still focused squarely on Izuku’s crotch, the old man was shamelessly rubbing himself through his pants. It seemed to take him a moment to realize that his view had been obstructed. Panting heavily, he asked in a heavy voice, “Hey, what’s the big idea?”

Still grinning widely, Kacchan grabbed Izuku’s hand, stepping around so he was blocking him from the pervert’s view, “Sorry, anything else is for my viewing pleasure only. Enjoy your blue balls, fucker.”

The old man sputtered indignantly, the color in his sweaty face deepening even further. Jabbing a shaky finger at Kacchan, he spat, “I’ll report you for indecency!”

“Yeah?” Kacchan laughed, “And I’ll report you for oogling minors. Who you think the police are gonna side with? A sick fuck who openly masturbated in public while looking at a high schooler’s dick or this poor, sweet thing,” Kacchan closed Izuku in close, “who is so traumatized that some pervert saw his most private parts?”

“You’re the one who flashed me!” The old man was an alarming shade of red now. 

Kacchan shrugged, “You’re an adult. You should have known better, you sick fuck.”

The old man didn’t seem to have anything to say in response to that so he just sputtered and shook. Still grinning manically, Kacchan tugged Izuku down the aisle. Trembling, tugging down on the front of his skirt to make sure he was covered, Izuku sniffled all the way up to the register. Pressing the thick, fuzzy sleeve of his sweater to his mouth in a lame attempt to hide his face, he purposefully kept his gaze focused down as Kacchan paid for their things. He could still feel the cashier judging him but couldn’t really bring himself to care by that point. Kacchan had stopped right when he was about to cum. While he was relieved that he hadn’t orgasmed in front of that pervert, he…he wanted to cum. His penis was aching from that sudden stop. The heat was starting to become unbearable. He was so fucking embarrassed but also…painfully turned on. 

After gathering up their items, which amounted to only a bag full, Kacchan tugged him out onto the street. Streetlights and the moon provided enough illumination to see the path back to UA. Trailing behind Kacchan, Izuku murmured miserably, “Why’d you have to do that? What if we had gotten caught? We would have been in trouble.”

Kacchan snorted, glancing at him over his shoulder, “Why? Because you’re fucking adorable when you’re trying to hide how much you love that.”

Izuku glared weakly at him, “I don’t like it. It’s embarrassing and humiliating.”

“Yeah,” Kacchan stopped, turning around to fully face him, grinning widely, “and you love it.”

Yanking him in close, their chests colliding, Kacchan wrapped his arms tightly around him, one hand snaking down to shamelessly squeeze his ass. One beefy thigh thrust between his legs, pushing up against his still rock hard cock, sending a fresh blast of pleasure radiating up his spine. 

Izuku gasped softly, thrusting his butt back into Kacchan’s hands, “Stop! We’re outside!”

A low, raspy chuckle filled up his ears. Kacchan pressed a wet kiss to the side of his neck, “You have a really bad habit of lying to yourself. Stop? Would someone who wanted me to stop be moving their hips like this? Truth is, you love it. You always get so excited when you think someone might catch us. This humiliation you’re talking about only makes you burn hotter. I could’ve fucked you right in the aisle and you would have cum with no problem.”

“No…” Izuku whimpered, even as he was rolling his hips, grinding his cock against Kacchan’s thigh.  

“No?” Kacchan laughed again, giving his ass a hard spank. “What is it, then? Huh, Deku?”

“You!” Izuku gasped, clinging tightly onto the back of Kacchan’s loose shirt, “It’s you!”

Dropping his head down into the curve of Kacchan’s shoulder, trembling, feeling as though he was going to cum at any moment, Izuku panted, “It’s because its you.”

Kacchan was silent and still for a moment then his hand slipped away from his ass – only to reappear shoving underneath the hem of his underwear. Izuku let out a strangled squeak as Kacchan’s hand pushed between the globes of his ass to push a finger inside him. Curling his arm even more tightly around him, Kacchan held him still as he thrust the finger in and out of him, rubbing the calloused pad against his twitching insides. Panting heavily, his mouth hanging open, drool leaking down his chin, Izuku weakly tried to squirm away but couldn’t break free from Kacchan’s hold. Good…it felt so good-! It was only his finger, but it felt incredible! Kacchan knew exactly where to rub to make him feel it the strongest. His knees trembled. He would’ve collapsed to the ground if Kacchan wasn’t holding him up. His throbbing cock slipped free from the flimsy underwear, pushing up the front of his skirt. Fuck…he couldn’t hold on any longer! It felt so fucking good! 

“Stop-!” Izuku gasped raggedly, “Cumming…cumming!”

Warm, smooth lips pressed to his ear. Hot breath rushed over the surface of his skin. Kacchan shoved in another finger, stretching him open even further. There was a squeak of pain as he was forcibly invaded but that only served to ramp the pleasure up even further. His head was spinning. He weakly bucked his hips, feeling the bubble of pressure and heat building up even bigger in the base of his belly. The front of his skirt was soaked with precum. The heavy sweater he was wearing was becoming unbearable. Tugging on the back of Kacchan’s shirt, he tried to pull him away, tried to get him to stop but he was relentless. 

Dragging his tongue along the shell of Izuku’s ear, Kacchan ordered in a low, raspy voice, “Cum.”

Every muscle in his body tightened up. Choking out a high-pitched moan, Izuku’s hips bucked hard as he came, spraying jizz all over the underside of his skirt. A loud buzzing filled his ears. Dizziness swamped him as pleasure roared through his nerves. The world was a blur of wet colors. Tears streaked down his cheeks. Good…he felt so good…Kacchan was making him feel so good…He weakly rolled his hips as the last drops of cum slid down his cock. The realization that they were still standing on the public street, only a few feet away from a streetlight, came rushing in as the pleasure faded to a pleasant afterglow. Jerking shakily in alarm, Izuku tried to push away from Kacchan but he continued holding tight. He slipped his fingers out of Izuku’s twitching ass, pulling a soft moan out of him, and yanked his skirt back down. 

“Think twice before you say something like that, you fucker.” Kacchan growled into his ear, “You better thank me for having some self-control.”

“Self-control?” Izuku gasped, still struggling to get away, “You call that self-control?”

Kacchan yanked him in close again, shoving his face into Izuku’s. Bright, burning red eyes bore into him. Kacchan’s expression was strangely serious – seeing him like that sent another bolt of heat straight down to his steadily softening cock, prompting it to twitch. 

“I wanted to fuck you right here.” Kacchan murmured, “Saying something like that, what’d you expect to happen? But I controlled myself and now, we’re gonna go back to the dorms and I’m gonna fuck you until you’re cumming water.”

“What’d I say?” Izuku asked, confused but Kacchan just clicked his tongue in annoyance, finally releasing Izuku but holding tight onto his hand. 

Without a word, he tugged him back in the direction of the dorms. Izuku tried a couple more times to get him to explain what it was that he said that got such an intense reaction out of Kacchan but there came no answer. Blowing a breath out through his nose, feeling slimy and gross, Izuku let himself be yanked along. They had school tomorrow but…it wasn’t like he could tell Kacchan no. If he could…he wouldn’t have done any of this. Only Kacchan could drag him out in public when he was dressed in these humiliating clothes; only Kacchan could fondle and kiss him in front of a complete stranger; only Kacchan could mess with him until he came while they were still out in public. As nervous as it made him sometimes, he had largely come to accept that Kacchan…Kacchan could do anything to him and he…

He would love every moment of it.