The Successor (My Hero Academia)

She already knows he’s not normal. Fuck it, why hold anything back at this point? Rising from his seat, Izuku steps forward, towering over the short rabbit heroine.
 
“So that’s it then? Mirko the Rabbit Hero is just some horny, needy, rabbit SLUT?”
 
Her eyes widen for just an instant, but it’s all Izuku’s extra-sensory Quirks need. Her reaction would be hidden from anyone else, it’s true, but from him? He catches it. Better, he understands it. Even as Mirko smirks and plants her hands on her hips, radiating arrogance and machismo, he can tell… she liked what he said.
 
“Oh? I offered to fuck you, kid. I didn’t say you could talk to me however you wanted.”
 
And then, to punctuate her statement, she reaches out and grabs him by the crotch, squeezing in a clear attempt to display dominance. Izuku is ready for it though. Maybe not for that exact move, but he was expecting her to try something, to take back control of this encounter. His body was primed and ready, and as she grabs his cock, her eyes widen as her fingers end up wrapping around something far bigger than she was expecting.
 
Taking advantage of this larger window of distraction on the rabbit hero’s part, Izuku surges forward and smashes his lips into his teacher’s. As he kisses Mirko hungrily, she instinctively tries to rear back, but his hands have come up at the same time and grabbed hold of her tits through her spectacular, incredibly sexy costume. He finds her nipples through the breathable fabric and pinches down hard, pulling on them and yanking backwards so that Mirko is forced closer to him.
 
Of course, this alone wouldn’t be nearly enough to rock her world, even as he feels her definitely reacting to the rough treatment in a positive manner. Even as her pussy clenches, he can feel her in the beginning stages of tensing up to regain control of the encounter. She’s not just going to let someone like him have his way with her, regardless of her offer, or how much she wants it. Not without a bit more… persuasion.
 
Luckily, Izuku has an awful lot of Quirks at his disposal. He’s using several of them now to increase his perception and reaction times to the point where he’s outpacing Mirko, and as she gets ready to react to his strong, aggressive opener, it’s like she’s moving in slow motion, and telegraphing every single one of her actions as well.
 
With a flare of another of his Quirks, Izuku gives Mirko’s tits another tug… while temporarily setting the sensitivity of the nerves in her breasts to about one hundred times their usual. Just for half a second, just for the briefest of moments so she doesn’t suspect anything. It needs to seem like a natural reaction to her, which given her rabbit body, it should.
 
After all, a rabbit, once they entered heat for the first time, never left it. Given what Mirko had said about having ‘needs’, Izuku couldn’t help but wonder if he was setting himself up here as much as he was setting up his teacher. Would he ever be rid of the bunny heroine, if he went through with this? The indecision lasts barely a nanosecond before he grins wickedly. Why would he ever WANT to be?
 
The effect of that half a second of an explosion of sensation from his fingers on her nipples utterly destroys any sort of plan of action Mirko might have had. She cums on the spot he’s pretty sure, though it’s not a powerful orgasm. And yet, it’s enough that she all but goes limp in his hands, her own grip on his cock becoming weak, almost gentle in a way, even as she unconsciously surrenders to his tongue in her mouth and his fingers on her breasts.
 
When Izuku leans forward, angling himself so that Mirko is pushed towards the ground, the rabbit hero’s impressively powerful legs… give out on her, collapsing as she slowly falls to her knees at his gentle but firm guidance. Finally, Izuku lets go of Mirko’s nipples and disengages from their lip lock, letting her fall the rest of the way to the floor as he leans back and looks down at her.
 
She gazes up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, her tongue sticking out just a little bit and rather cutely at that. Her every breath is sending her tits a-jiggle in her top, each one a shuddering, wracking thing as she pants noisily. Her gloved hands clench though, and Izuku can tell she’s finding her equilibrium, bit by bit. Well, they can’t have that, now, can they?
 
Pulling his cock out and letting it flop down onto Mirko’s face seems like a perfectly natural next order of business. She freezes up as his meaty member lands across her nose, and her nostrils flare as he feels her sucking in his scent, breathing in his musk.
 
“…”
 
She seems like she’s going to say something, but instead Izuku feels her lips caress his member, and his eyes widen as he realizes she’s giving his dick a lover’s smooch, almost tender in the touch of her mouth upon the underside of his thick, throbbing, over-sized shaft. Remembering how she reacted to his words before, Izuku grins after spending a moment recovering from his shock.
 
“Wow, I never thought I’d see the Rabbit Hero herself kissing my cock so submissively.”
 
A tremble runs through her, and she manages to muster up a look at him from around his member, one glaring eye pointed up at him… but the effect is utterly ruined by the fact that she’s still laying kisses along his cock, still smooching away at it, and more than that, the glare has barely any heat to it to begin with.
 
Impulsively, Izuku reaches out and grabs Mirko by her rabbit ears. He doesn’t grip them too harshly, like he might with a pair of horns, nor does he yank on them or anything like that. But he does take hold of them, and that provokes the strongest reaction from the dark-skinned woman yet, her eyes dilating and her entire chiseled body trembling beneath him.
 
Izuku pauses for a moment, before beginning to rub his thumbs along her soft, velvety ears.
 
“Did you just cum?”
 
His question doesn’t receive a verbal answer, but the fact that Mirko won’t look him in the eye… it’s answer enough. Grinning, Izuku decides he’s very much enjoying this pace of things. He’s glad he took control. Before, Mirko had seemed rather intimidating when she’d been interrogating him. Now? Now, even though SHE was the rabbit here, it felt like they’d entered his domain or something. Was that true? Was his domain to be sexual conquest in the same way his father had conquered the underworld?
 
Meh, it wasn’t worth considering right now. Right now, was all about him and the Rabbit Hero. Mirko was one sexy chocolate bunny, and Izuku… Izuku could hardly believe his luck. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to capitalize on it as much as fucking possible.
 
“Keep kissing.”
 
Mirko flushes but follows his instructions, her lips continuing to caress the underside of his cock until she makes her way all the way to the tip, practically French kissing his glans as she gazes down at his dick, going cross-eyed in the process. He’s taken complete control of this interaction, but Izuku isn’t sure if he can keep it, if he lets Mirko have too much time to find her balance. Better to keep her out of sorts and lusting after him as long as possible.
 
“For a slut like you, masturbating multiple times a day probably isn’t enough to satisfy, is it? You made it sound so casual, when you asked me for sex… but you needed this far more than I did, didn’t you? You should thank me for all that I’m about to give you.”
 
He finally gives her rabbit ears a tug, making it abundantly clear HOW he wants her to ‘thank him’. And Mirko… Mirko opens wide and descends down his cock right then and there. Or rather, she tries to. Her tongue is flat against the bottom of her mouth, her jaw is stretched as wide as she can possibly get it… and yet, as she tries to take him to the root, she only really gets about halfway before she has to stop, gagging on his dick as she is.
 
“Huuuughlk…”
 
“Hm? That all you can do?”
 
Even with her eyes lidded and her face flushed, there’s a beat of competitiveness in her gaze as he challenges her. Planting her hands on his legs, gripping the front of his pants harshly, the Rabbit Hero tries to go deeper, forcing herself to take more than half of his admittedly hefty cock down the back of her throat.
 
“Gluuuuuuuughk!!!”
 
“That’s more like it. Don’t worry… we can work on it. For now, use those tits of yours.”
 
A jolt runs through Mirko at his command. When she doesn’t immediately move to do his bidding, Izuku blinks, only to grin as he realizes why. She’s scared. What he’d done to her, that half a moment of ecstasy from him pinching her nipples that completely destroyed her defenses and left her on her knees before him, submitting to the young man’s every whim… she doesn’t know what caused it. She’s afraid it’ll happen again.
 
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
 
Reaching down, Izuku grabs hold of Mirko’s tits himself, yanking them up even though they’re still clad in her top. Mirko lets out a particularly undignified muffled squeak around his thick throbbing meat rod as he does this and tenses up in anticipation of another moment of mind-blowing bliss. When it doesn’t come however, she relaxes, seeming a funny mixture of relieved and disappointed.
 
Digging her tits out of her signature top isn’t hard. Her leotard has sleeves to it, so he just grinds the fabric together until her breasts come popping out the side, the costume bunches up in the middle. The only problem with this is, when he goes to try and place his cock between her tits, now it’s occupied by the damn costume. An oversight on his part to be sure, but no one’s perfect.
 
Luckily, Mirko recovers from her momentary indecision and fear of more of that inexplicable pleasure. Having him groping her tits for the last half minute or so has lulled her into a false sense of security. She reaches up and pulls at something beneath the furred neck of her costume, and the top of her leotard suddenly comes away, pulling down to her waist and freeing her upper half completely from the confines of the outfit, her beautiful chocolate breasts bouncing free.
 
The lower half of his cock, the half that Mirko can’t comfortably take into her waiting, eager maw, slaps down into her breasts as she arches her back and lifts them up to meet his member. As his dick is encapsulated in her cleavage, Izuku can’t help himself… he ‘rewards’ her for her initiative by using the same Quirk as before on her again.
 
This time, rather than half a moment of a hundred times sensitivity to her poor sensitive nerve-endings, Izuku dials it down to only ten times sensitivity across her entire breasts and leaves it on for a good ten seconds as his cock settles into place. Mirko’s body bucks madly, her eyes widening and a muffled squeal of a moan reverberating up his cock from the back of her throat all the way to where her lips are still wrapped around it.
 
As the effect ends, Izuku continues to grope and squeeze Mirko’s tits, playing with them and toying with the rabbit hero’s chocolate breasts to his heart’s content. He keeps them wrapped around his dick as he thrusts forward into her mouth, and the head of his member still manages to hit the back of her throat, even with so much of his shaft in between her breasts.
 
“Glughk… Glughk… Glughk…”
 
Still holding onto him by his pants, all Mirko can do is look up at him with an unreadable, surprisingly vulnerable look in her eyes. The softness of her breasts, the tightness of her throat, the way her tongue writhes along the underside of his cock… its fucking amazing. And judging by the way Mirko’s ears are twitching and her thighs are rubbing together as she kneels there before him, she feels the exact same way.
 
He's put his teacher on her knees and made her cum at least twice so far from just playing with her tits and having her suck his cock. Yeah, Izuku has no regrets about his decision to rock her world, none whatsoever. And the best part is, he’s just getting started.
 
“You’re sopping wet right now, aren’t you?”
 
Mirko stiffens up at that for half a moment before continuing what she’s doing. Izuku just smirks.
 
“Well, I’m certainly not going to fuck you if you can’t even get me off with your mouth, now, am I? Put your back into it, bunny. Don’t worry, I’ve got more than one round in the chamber, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
 
Her eyes flicker up to meet his for a moment… and then she redoubles her pace. Izuku can only groan, as her sucking gets even more enthusiastic, her tongue growing all the wilder, her hands even leaving his legs to grab hold of her own breasts from him so she can make the passage his cock is thrusting through even tighter.
 
Izuku moves his own hands back to her ears, rubbing circles into him with his thumbs for a few moments more before he feels himself tipping over the edge. He doesn’t warn Mirko, he just cums, and the result is utterly spectacular. She reels backwards as the first blast of seed hits the back of her throat, and the rest of his cum ends up painting her chocolate face and tits instead, coating her in a white drizzle as she shudders from the sticky, hot fluid covering her body.
 
Izuku just grins, and true to his word, his cock stays rock hard. As Mirko collapses back onto the balls of her feet, panting heavily, her tits falling away from his dick and her shoulders slumping, he cocks his head to the side and considers her for a moment before speaking.
 
“Get up. Unless you DON’T want me to fuck you, or something.”
 
Mirko twitches, blushing mightily. All of her confidence seems to be gone. He’s completely and utterly dominated her so far, not giving her a single ounce to recover or fight back. This has been his victory, from start to finish, all because he’s a cheating little cheater who cheats. But she doesn’t know that. As far as she’s concerned, she’s just having a reaction to him or something. Heh, he can’t read her mind, but he can imagine she’s probably thinking that it’s all her fault, or else she’d have had his head on a platter by this point.
 
“W-Wait… let’s… let’s go back to my place yeah?”
 
Izuku blinks, freezing up at the offer. Her place? She wanted to take him to her home and have him fuck her in her bed? His cock twitches at the idea, but Izuku still hesitates, considering his options. Sure, he could let her take him home and fuck her there. Might be a trap, might be a way for her to take back control, but Izuku felt like he could handle anything she might throw at him.
 
Or he could refuse and take her here, taking the opportunity to lay claim to her in this classroom, where she was supposed to be in charge. Mirko might be the Teacher of Class 1-A, but she clearly hadn’t settled into her role just yet. Fucking her bent over her own desk might be a good way for Izuku to make sure she always knew that in this classroom, HE was in charge. If he wanted that, anyways.
 
Hm, to take her up on her offer or no… one way or the other, he would be ball’s deep in this chocolate bunny soon enough. Only question was, where would it happen?