1 The Rulebook

Warning: This story contains events of sexualized nature, this book may very well be the most perverted story on Wattpad, do not reenact any of this in real life or you will be arrested, you have been warned.

Izuku pov

You spot the notebook sitting abandoned on the table in the coffee shop. It looks like someone must have left it behind. Picking it up, you open the book to the first page, hoping to find some contact information for the person who lost it and sitting down while doing so. Instead, you see a note on the inside:

-"The world runs on rules. Schools and companies have their handbooks. Neighborhoods have their homeowners associations. Even countries have their laws. You spend all day following rules. Wouldn't it be nice if you could be the one writing the rules for once? Now you can. This is the Rulebook. Write to your heart's content!-

-You can write Old Rules and New Rules. People will treat Old Rules casually like they've been around forever. The world will even change to accommodate Old Rules as you write them. On the other hand, New Rules only go into effect once you've written them down. People will still follow them, but they may express nervousness, embarrassment, excitement, or other emotions about them.-

-Oh, and one last tip: make sure you use a pencil. Wouldn't want you regretting your changes."-

You smirk disbelievingly as you read the note... But there is a pencil sitting right next to it. What's the harm in trying it out? You open the book to the first page, scrawling the name of the coffee shop across the top of it. You ponder for a moment, wondering what to write, before spotting the cute, redheaded barista working behind the counter. You put a pencil to paper, your emerald eyes staring at the blank space before writing your first rule.

-"Old Rule: The dress code requires female employees to be topless at all times."-

You gape disbelievingly as you watch the woman's white t-shirt fade away, leaving her wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a green apron. The apron manages to cover her exposed breasts, but just barely, her rounded nipples pressing obviously through the fabric, threatening to escape every time she moves. Despite this, she doesn't seem to notice, and neither do the other patrons, all of them simply going about their day as though the woman hadn't suddenly been stripped down in front of them. You hastily erase the test rule, the barista's shirt fading back into view.

You gaze at the book, then back to the barista your mind spinning with thoughts both perverted and insightful. You let out a small yelp as a petite blonde-haired waitress tapped your shoulder, an obvious look of disinterest plastered on her face, "if you're not going to order and just read your book, I'm going to have to ask you to leave sir", you sputtered "o-oh r-right sorry, I w-will order j-just give me a m-moment", she gave an audible sigh and just walked away to serve another patron who was clearly eyeing her up, she didn't care. You see, you were very shy around the opposite gender, that didn't help as you were constantly surrounded by girls and women, your mother, aunt, hell more than half your school was of the female gender both students and teachers alike. It didn't help you that you started puberty last year, the fact that you were surrounded by beautiful women nearly on a daily basis nearly put you on edge as your fourteen-year-old body was functioning overdrive in the industry of hormone making, but then there was Ochaco, you loved every aspect of her, her body was perfect and so was her hair, her personality too, you gave your first kiss to that girl, the brunette loved chocolate which he happily provided her with on a weekly basis after you became boyfriend-girlfriend.

But all good things came to an end when you caught her making out with your old friend/ bully, you remember that day, you remember Bakugo laughing at you as you cried, and you remember Ochaco trying to apologize but the damage was done.

That was just a few months ago.

You sighed and sat in silence, your gaze soon directed to the book, pencil in hand.

-"New rule: Nobody will notice this book, nor will they notice the owner writing in it"- you paused in thought before continuing -"This book cannot be destroyed nor lost as it appears and disappears whenever and wherever the owner wishes it to, dreams will not affect it"-

You re-read the words in the book carefully, people may call you names on a daily basis but you are no fool, in fact, a quick IQ test on the internet claimed you had an IQ of three hundred and fifty, but you knew it wasn't final until you took a real one, for all you knew it was a fake. Before you had the chance to test the new rule you heard the barista groan "of all the days we could be out of milk, it just had to be the day I worked", she sighed angrily and headed to the back, presumably looking for milk in the storage, your attention was brought back to the book, you concentrated on it and the next thing you knew it was gone, you tried making it reappear and a moment later it popped right into your hands, a devilish smirk appeared on your lips and once again you began to write.

-" Old rule: If a cafe is out of milk, or asked by the buyer, they will either ask patrons for breast milk or sperm, if a patron says no, then they will ask someone else, they will only ask young boys for sperm and if they can produce, or ask women if they can produce breast milk-" you thought more, your heart beating fast with anticipation -" If the owner of this book is present, he will be asked first. If the patron agrees they will either masturbate themselves and cum onto the food or drink, or use a condom to capture it and give to the patron or employee for use, the employee will help if asked but it will be no more than a handjob, if breast milk is required, they will squeeze it into a cup for use, the person who is giving can ask to go somewhere private or do it in public, not many witnesses would care as they have seen it several times already "-

Your heartbeat fast in your stomach and a bead of sweat rolled down your forehead as you waited for the rule to set in, not a moment later the defeated looking barista walked out from the back, she looked around from behind the counter before setting her golden eyes on you, a clear plastic cup in her hand was seen as she walked out from behind the counter towards you, you began to sweat as she got closer and closer to you before placing the cup on the table and looking straight at you "were out of milk, can I have some?" she didn't skip a beat as she spoke like that was normal, it took you a moment to compose yourself in your seat, you nodded "would you like it to be here or in the back?" she adjusted a stray lock of black hair that was resting on her nose "u-uh here please" you squeaked, she made you sit at the edge of fluffy cafe seat, his legs out in the open, you quickly thought about another rule and quickly began to scrawl it down.

-"New rule: The owner of this book has a nine-inch penis when erect and has a five-inch circumference, he can cum when he wants and can cum as much as he wants, his cum tastes extraordinary, and sexually transmitted diseases are all cured"-

The moment you was done writing the lady pulled his shorts down to your ankles, she stared at the giant tent in your boxers that seemed to get bigger and bigger, so big that it popped out of the fly and smacked her in the face! It clearly took a moment to compose herself, not expecting such a big package of meat, its veins pulsing as it pumped blood throughout his penis, Izuku started to blush as he suddenly felt all eyes on him, more specifically his penis, some guys were looking at him with jealousy, all the girls were looking at it hungrily, a few biting their lips. You felt a cold hand wrap around your girth making your cock twitch and your breath hitch, she began to pump it with both hands in a corkscrew motion "just tell me when you're close" you had no words as his full attention was on the hands jerking his cock, a large dollop of pre-cum rolled down her pale fingers and his penis, the sticky substance creating wet squishing and slapping sounds as she continued to masturbate him, after a while of pleasure you allowed yourself to cum, and a warm sensation enveloped your groin "I-i'm cumming" you moaned, she grabbed the cup from the table with her right hand, and continued to pump with her left, she angled the cup at your penis head, not a second later you shot your first jet, the best orgasm of your life started and you lost yourself in orgasmic bliss, your eyes closed and your hands twitched, jet after jet of white glistening seamen splattered all over the cup, the onlookers watched in awe as the cup actually overflowed, the barista snatched an empty glass from his table, the cup of cum on ground next to her, a few shots hit her mouth and forehead and finally she got the cup angled with his penis, a few spurts later you willed yourself to stop, riding out the orgasm until the last traces of the orgasmic high left you.

You opened your eyes and saw her wiping off your penis with a rag, a shocked look on her face, it was only then that he realized her face had cum on it, some was dribbling down her chin, the rest was coming down her forehead and to her right eyelid "S-S-Sorry" you sputtered, not a moment later his pants were pulled up and she left in a hurry, a dripping cup in her hand with a half-filled glass in the other, the cafe silent "god damn" some lady whispered "that's the most I've ever seen" someone else whispered, "he's huge too, maybe seven inches?" "no way, has to be at least eight to nine inches?" someone else whispered, you blushed harder and harder with each comment, you grabbed the book tightly and left in a hurry, one last comment reached your ears, however, "I think he goes to Aldera, yeah, I've seen him in the uniform before he must live around here" Your cheeks flamed as you walked back home, you held the book tightly and became a little too excited about what you were going to do with it.

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