Izuku glided through the crowded mall like a walking wet dream, her porcelain-white skin glowing under the harsh fluorescent lights, drawing eyes from every direction. At 22, she was the epitome of innocent allure wrapped in sinful packaging—long, silky black hair cascading down her back, framing a heart-shaped face with those plump, naturally pink lips that always seemed parted just enough to whisper promises of filthy delights. Her eyes, wide and doe-like, sparkled with a sweetness that made men want to corrupt her, but it was her body that truly sealed the deal. Massive, perky DD-cup breasts strained against the thin fabric of her cropped white tank top, the material so sheer that the faint outline of her hard pink nipples poked through, begging for attention. The top ended just below her tits, leaving her toned midriff bare, a silver belly button piercing glinting like an invitation.

Her ass? God, it was a masterpiece—round, fat, and jiggling with every step in her tiny denim shorts that rode up so high they might as well have been panties. The shorts hugged her thick thighs, the kind that could crush a man’s skull in ecstasy, and left the bottom curves of her cheeks peeking out, teasing anyone lucky enough to walk behind her. And between those legs? Izuku’s pussy was a perfect, fat, hairless pink slit, always smooth and ready, though no one could see it yet—not unless she “accidentally” bent over too far. She was a nice girl at heart, polite and bubbly, always smiling at strangers with that genuine warmth that made her even more irresistible. But her wardrobe? Pure slut. Kai made sure of that.

Kai, her boyfriend of two years, trailed a step behind, his arm possessively slung around her waist, fingers dipping dangerously low toward the hem of her shorts. He was good-looking in that polished, arrogant way—tallish at 5’10”, with sharp features, styled hair, and a gym-honed body that he loved to show off in fitted shirts. But it was his personality that dominated: bragging, proud, always the center of attention. “Look at this fine piece of ass I get to fuck every night,” he’d say to anyone who would listen, his voice loud and unapologetic. Today was no different. As they shopped, his phone buzzed with a call from one of his buddies, and he answered without missing a beat, pulling Izuku closer so her tits pressed against his side.

“Yo, bro, you won’t believe what I’m staring at right now,” Kai grinned into the phone, his free hand casually sliding up to cup one of Izuku’s massive boobs through her top, giving it a firm squeeze that made her giggle softly. “Izuku’s wearing this tiny-ass tank that’s basically see-through. Her nipples are rock hard, man—like little pink erasers poking out for the world to see. And her shorts? Fuck, they’re so short I can see her fat pussy lips outlined if she moves just right. Yeah, hairless and pink, just how I like it. I shaved her myself last night after I pounded her into the mattress.”

Izuku blushed a little, her pink lips curving into a shy smile, but she didn’t protest. She was used to it—Kai’s constant bragging about their sex life was just part of who he was. He loved parading her around, showing off his “slutty little trophy.” On the call, he kept going, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that was still loud enough for nearby shoppers to overhear. “Dude, last night? I had her bent over the kitchen counter, ass up, tits swinging like pendulums. Her pussy was so wet it was dripping down her thighs—gripped my cock like a vice. I came so deep inside her, she’s probably still leaking my cum right now.” He laughed, glancing down at Izuku with a possessive smirk. “Isn’t that right, baby? Tell him how much you love my dick stretching that tight little hole.”

Izuku leaned into the phone, her voice soft and sweet, like honey laced with sin. “Mmm, yeah… Kai’s so big, he always makes me cum so hard.” She wasn’t lying; she adored him, even if his bragging embarrassed her sometimes. But it turned her on too—the way he owned her body, talked about it like it was his personal playground.

Not satisfied with just words, Kai pulled out his phone’s photo gallery mid-call, scrolling through a folder labeled “My Slut.” He angled the screen so his friend could see via video chat—a series of intimate pics focusing on Izuku’s body. One showed her on all fours, ass arched high, her pink pussy lips spread wide and glistening with arousal, Kai’s cum trickling out. Another captured her tits from below, massive and heaving as she rode him reverse cowgirl, nipples pinched between her fingers. “See that? Those boobs are all mine—perfect handfuls, bouncy as fuck. And her ass? I slap it red every time we fuck. Sent you a few, bro. Jerk off to ’em later.”

This wasn’t unusual. Kai loved sharing—nothing full-face if it was risky, but close-ups of her curves? Fair game. He’d shown pics to coworkers, gym buddies, even strangers at bars just to brag. “Best pussy I’ve ever had,” he’d say. “Fat, pink, and always ready. She squirts like a fountain when I finger her right.” And the gifts? Oh, he spoiled her rotten with the sluttiest shit. Last week, he’d brought home a sheer black lace lingerie set—crotchless panties that framed her pussy like a gift, a bra that barely covered her nipples, and garters that accentuated her thick thighs. “Wear this out tonight,” he’d commanded, and she did, flashing her assets at a club while he grinned proudly.

He loved taking her out and making her flash—subtly at first, like adjusting her top to let a nipple slip in a crowded elevator, or hiking up her skirt in the car so passing truckers could glimpse her bare pussy. “Show ‘em what they’re missing,” he’d whisper, his hand between her legs, fingers teasing her clit until she was moaning and wet. Izuku went along with it because she loved the thrill, the way it made her feel desired, even if it left her panties (when she wore them) soaked.

Across town, in a sleek high-rise gym, Bakugou Katsuki—Katsuki/Kacchan to his friends—pumped iron with a focus that bordered on obsession. At 24, he was a god among men: towering at 6’2”, broad-shouldered and ripped from years of training, his muscles bulging under a tight black tank that clung to his sweat-slicked skin. Tattoos snaked up his arms, adding to his bad-boy edge, and his dark hair fell messily over piercing eyes that could melt steel—or panties. Handsome didn’t cover it; he was the kind of guy who turned heads, with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass and a smile that promised trouble.

But right now, his mind wasn’t on the weights. It was on her. Izuku. His best friend Kai’s girl. The one he’d crushed on since the day Kai introduced them at a party two years ago. She’d been wearing a red mini-dress that hugged every curve, her big tits nearly spilling out, ass swaying as she laughed at Kai’s jokes. Katsuki had felt it instantly—that pull, like a magnet to her sweetness mixed with that slutty vibe. But she was taken, and by his bro no less.

His phone buzzed on the bench press—a text from Kai. “Check this out, man. Izuku’s pussy after I wrecked it last night.” Attached was a pic: close-up of her fat, pink lips, swollen and creamy, clearly post-fuck. Katsuki’s cock twitched in his shorts, hardening instantly. Fuck. He shouldn’t look, but he always did. Kai bragged constantly—to him especially, since they were tight. Calls at odd hours: “Dude, just finished railing Izuku. Her ass was clapping so loud the neighbors complained. Those tits? Bounced right in my face while she rode me.” Or in person, over beers: “Her pussy’s so tight, man. Pink and fat, no hair—sucks my dick in like a vacuum. I make her flash it sometimes when we’re out. Last time, at the beach, I had her bend over and show off to some dudes. They were drooling.”

It drove Katsuki insane. He hated how Kai treated her like a bragging right, parading her body, sharing pics that should be private. But more than that, he couldn’t understand why Izuku stayed with him. She was nice—too nice for that prick. They’d hung out a few times as a group, and Katsuki had caught her glances, but whenever their eyes met, she’d look away, cheeks flushing. He knew why: his lusty stares. He couldn’t help it. Every time she was around, his gaze dropped to her massive tits, imagining sucking those pink nipples until she screamed. Or her ass, picturing it rippling as he pounded her from behind. Her pussy? From Kai’s descriptions and those sneaky pics, it haunted his dreams—fat, pink, hairless, dripping for him instead.

Last group outing, at a barbecue, Kai had gifted her a new outfit right there: a skimpy bikini that barely contained her curves. “Try it on, babe. Show the boys.” She’d changed in the bathroom, emerging with her tits overflowing the top, ass cheeks fully exposed. Kai had pulled her onto his lap, hands roaming, bragging, “Feel these tits, Katsuki? Nah, just kidding—but they’re epic, right?” Katsuki had forced a laugh, but inside, he was raging. He wanted her. Badly. Jerked off that night to the memory, imagining flipping her over, spreading those thick thighs, and burying his face in her pink cunt until she begged for his cock.

But Izuku? She didn’t like him much. Oh, she was polite—sweet smiles and small talk—but he saw the discomfort in her eyes when he stared too long. Those lusty, hungry looks made her shift uncomfortably, crossing her arms over her chest as if to hide. She thought he was just another perv, like the guys Kai showed her off to. Little did she know, his crush ran deeper—wanting not just her body, but her sweetness, to protect her from Kai’s bullshit.