It's Your Duty (OC reader X Iida Tenya)

Well, Shit

Just to be clear. Iida Tenya is the main focus on this book no matter how many appearances other characters do, but I plan on making other books following the same story line where other characters are the focus. Basically my OC is a slut. But in this case, who doesn't like sluts?
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    The welcoming dinner had gone pretty well up until the guest of honor stood up to bring water, then immediately plummeted face first onto the floor. He had been burning up quite significantly and his breathing was fast and labored. Asui, who was sat beside him, helped him up and noticed just how bad he felt. "I think Hiroshi should rest. He's got a fever" she simply informed the rest and she along with Midoriya helped him to his room. He had fallen asleep on his futon the moment he fell on it, but woke up later on to find out Tsuyu had left a glass of water for him. As he sat up to reach for the glass, the real problem began.

    "Ack!" Hiroshi cried out in pain as a shock shot down his core, his muscles were incredibly sore and tense and he felt as if hot humid smoke was entering his heaving lungs. He was sweating tremendously and his head swirled in dizzy thoughts. He needed something, it was time. His body kept telling him, if he waited, it would be too late. For what he had no idea. "Agh I need... hmmph..!" he breathed out longingly, just not sure for what exactly. He was aching tremendously, aching for something. "Aaargh!" The boy winced as another wave of the kneading pain rolled through his abdomen, down to his groin and lower back. He was arching his back and rolling around trying to find a way to stop the pain. He laid on his side in a fetal position for a while, heaving and panting. Groaning and moaning in pain. He brought his hands to his groin in an attempt to ease the pain. He was surprised to feel, through the numbing pain, that he had an erection going on. "What?! Aah!" He quickly left himself alone as touching it made it worst. He pulled at his hair in frustration "What's going on?! What's going on?!" He cried out. He muffled his groans and moans with his pillow, after a while the pain didn't subside but it became constant, it had turned to a low buzz that sharpened with every movement.

    Come on think, what did you do today? Did you eat anything weird? Something you might be allergic too? What's the cause of this?!

He thought to himself biting down on his lip with a sharp fang to keep the tears in. The only out-of-the ordinary thing that happened was... the way he thought about his new classmates.

    And suddenly the world stopped, actually it was more like the few seconds an object stays in the air before crashing down. He froze as if every nerve on his body suddenly switched gears. Kirishima' s six pack, Midoriya's strong arms, Iida's chiseled chest. They all floated around his head like drunken stars twirling around, tempting and confusing. If only he got to feel those toned abs of his, hot with a few water droplets running down from the shower he had taken. "Aaah!" The pain was completely gone, replaced by unnerving heat and waves of bruising pleasure shooting down his core. If only he had let go of the bed and squeezed at Midoriya's arm "Hmmph!" He panted, now he knew what that longing was. If only Iida had taken more time to stand up, only enough so that he could run his hands down those bulky jock pecs. "Aaagh what the hell" The boy moaned out in disbelief. Such disrespect, to be thinking this way of his classmates. But those images seemed to be the only thing to rid him from the torture before.

And so his heated mind wandered off, imagining as if the redhead burst into the room, wearing only that tempting towel, to check on him in the middle of the night. Or Midoriya bringing more water, only he slept in his boxers, so he could finally lay eyes on that rock hard body. Or maybe Iida, with that selfless attitude. Oh how he wanted to knock the man to the ground and lay on that chest, feel him up and wrap his legs around him. "Ahh" a throaty moan escaped as the heat and pleasure pooled in his groin and back side. He felt giddy and hot, but in a surprisingly good way. His trembling hand wrapped around himself and squeezed softly, wincing at how incredibly sensitive he was. Hiroshi's hazy mind was split in two, one side was constantly screaming for him to stop, like a hopeless bystander who couldn't do anything but try and reason it's way out of a problem.