The Successor (My Hero Academia)

“H-Hey! Do you have to keep going for the ears?”
 
Rumi moans, even as her most interesting student chuckles breathlessly into her so very sensitive rabbit ear, his breath ghosting across the lobe and causing her to tremble in his grasp. D-Damn it… she was so in over her head; it wasn’t even funny.
 
It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this. She’d suggested they go back to her place to continue so she’d have some time to cool off and get her bearings again. Unfortunately, that plan had decisively backfired on her. The entire way back to her place, she’d been thinking about how it all felt, and wanting more of the same. It didn’t help that… that Midoriya couldn’t help himself.
 
As they’d walked, he’d casually reached out and palmed one of her ass cheeks. Just… i-in the open! Where anyone could have seen! Thankfully, Rumi’s enhanced hearing meant she knew no one was around, which was the ONLY reason she’d let him get away with it, but still, Midoriya had no way of knowing that!
 
She had to try and regain some semblance of control. She had to… to take him to task. It was just hard to do that, when she was sat practically in his lap, grinding her chocolate ass down on his throbbing erection. Still, she had to try…
 
“You can’t… can’t do that sort of thing in public anymore, a-alright Midoriya?”
 
Even to HER ears, Rumi sounds so pathetic and weak. It’s not something the Rabbit Hero is used to experiencing. Ever since The Incident, she’s been a little off her game, a little wrong-footed. She’s not BUILT for teaching, not made for being in charge of a bunch of munchkins. Maybe that was why she was doing everything in her power to get her ass kicked out…
 
“C’mon now, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it…”
 
Rumi quivers and scowls.
 
“T-That’s not the point! I-gah!”
 
Before she can try to take him to task any further, Midoriya leans in and nips at her ear lobe. The very sensitive rabbit ear flinched as Rumi blushes even deeper than before, trembling in his grasp. And she is in his grasp, decidedly so.
 
Sat on his lap on the edge of HER bed, Rumi has never felt more helpless in the hands of a man before. Midoriya’s grasping at her tits through her leotard, giving them a good, solid squeeze as he licks and laps and nibbles at her ear to his heart’s content, and it’s all Rumi can do to keep from cumming then and there. That would be disastrous. Humiliating. She would never recover, if she came from just having her tits fondled!
 
“Besides, I get the impression you LIKE when I play with your ears…”
 
This kid… he was ridiculous! Rumi didn’t think he had anything to do with The Incident, but his confidence was out of this world! The Rabbit Hero was no stranger to sex. If she couldn’t find a guy to hook up with, she usually had to masturbate several times in any one given day in order to function properly.
 
She’d done so every morning before going to UA in fact, just to make sure she was functional and her eyes didn’t wander too badly… but then Midoriya had impressed her, and she’d been fucked from that point on. Watching him dominate the field during the Quirk Apprehension Test like some fucking Alpha Male… seeing all of the girls eyeing him up assessingly… it was just too much.
 
And then, on top of that… he’d blown her off! Her, Mirko the Rabbit Hero! She’d been so stunned at the time that he’d gotten away with it. It was only hours later, while she was laying in the very bed they’re sat upon now, helplessly masturbating, that she realized he’d… he’d had the audacity to reschedule a meeting with HER, his TEACHER!
 
She’d been a little suspicious of him, sure… but Rumi figured she’d done her due diligence. Izuku Midoriya wasn’t behind The Incident, and with names like All Might backing him, he was probably a good kid. And so, she’d stopped fighting her urges, and propositioned him. She’d half-expected him to sputter in embarrassment and finally show his true age, but no… no, instead she got this. And this… this had no business feeling as good as it did.
 
“S-Shut up… I don’t… I…”
 
“Uh-huh.”
 
Sounding amused, Midoriya hooks his thumbs into the sides of her leotard, and Rumi gasps as he suddenly scrunches it together. The end result, her beautiful dark-skinned breasts bouncing free of their confines right then and there, comes as he chuckles darkly into her ear.
 
“You won’t hold it against me, will you?”
 
She doesn’t get a chance to respond. Or rather, that’s what Rumi tells herself, as he grabs one of her tits directly and begins to REALLY give it a go, fondling and kneading and GROPING her breast to his heart’s content. His other hand slides down, as Midoriya shows he’s not content with just releasing her tits from her uniform, by grabbing the crotch of her leotard and yanking it up, pulling hard so that it wedges in between her gushing wet cunt lips.
 
“Besides, you’re already so wet, Mirko. All because of me. You don’t want to stop now, do you?”
 
“Nnngh!”
 
Of course, she didn’t want to stop now. She should though. She should put an end to this. Midoriya wasn’t good for her. This relationship wasn’t good for either of them. She should never have offered, never have stepped up and challenged him. She’s regretting it now… but also not.
 
“Your nipples are so hard, too…”
 
Rumi can only gasp, as both of his hands find her chocolate nipples and pinch them between pale white fingers. She stares down at the sight, at her own breast being fondled from behind, and realizes what’s about to happen a second too late to try and stop it.
 
“N-no-!”
 
Midoriya gives her nipples a harsh tug, before letting them bounce back. He follows that up with a flick that causes a cry to tear out of Rumi’s lips as she yanks herself free of him and leans forward, doubling over as her entire body seizes up in… in one hell of an explosive orgasm. Eyes wide, hair draped over her face, Rumi stares down at the floor as she trembles and shakes, her muscular chocolate bunny body still spasming, still quivering.
 
But of course, Midoriya has no reason to give her a chance to come to terms with anything. No reason at all to let her recover, when his pleasure is still unsatiated.
 
“Did a little chest massage alone manage to make you cum, Mirko? Man, to think you’re this kind of woman.”
 
Pulling her back up, he manhandles her against his chest, pulling off her leotard and stripping her down. Rumi squirms, but doesn’t fight it, doesn’t try to stop him. Soon enough, she’s wearing nothing but her thigh-highs, her body otherwise naked and completely on display as she ends up on her back, with Midoriya’s hands grabbing at her legs and spreading them nice and wide.
 
His cock flops down onto her naked cunt then, her gushing quim spasming at the feel of his member slapping across her lower lips. Looking down, she can see his huge cock ready and waiting to spear into her. She can see exactly how deep it’s going to get, when he finally thrusts in. Smirking, his eyes glittering in a way that lets Rumi know he WANTED her to see, Midoriya slowly pulls back, his massive member gliding along her flexing, taut abdomen until finally, the bulbous head is able to press against her slit directly.
 
He doesn’t say anything else, sparing her of another quip… instead, he just gives her a nod, and thrusts in. Rumi cries out, her hands clawing at the bedding beneath her as she tosses her head back, her spine arching and her tits jutting up into the air. Those same breasts begin to bounce, as Midoriya begins to REALLY fuck her.
 
He’s hard and fast and rough about it… just as she’d hoped, given what she’d seen of him. She’d hoped he would be a good lay; she’d fantasized about fucking him, but that was… this wasn’t what she’d expected. It was so far beyond that; it wasn’t even funny. Everywhere he touched her, it felt like she was on fucking fire. Her rabbit physiology was betraying her worse than ever before.
 
Yes, Rumi was no stranger to sex, but this wasn’t sex… this was a goddamn religious experience, and she was the sacrificial lamb at the alter of Midoriya’s big, fat COCK!
 
If he’d asked her, in that moment, to beg, she would have. If he’d demanded she call him Master, she would have. He’d awakened her body in a way no man before him had. And yet, he says nothing. He just stares down into her eyes… and fucks her soundly.
 
Unable to help herself, Rumi eventually reaches up and wraps her arms around his torso, yanking him down so she can bury her face in the crook of his neck and cry out. His hands come off of her legs as a result, allowing her to cross them behind his waist, to pull him into her all the deeper as he grunts. She has him trapped, but not really. She has him grappled, but HE has her pinned. As he plows her with all his might, Rumi is reduced to clinging onto him for dear life, holding on against all odds as her eyes roll up in her head and her wanton moans are muffled by his neck.
 
She’s not sure how they get there, but eventually their positions get reversed in the midst of their lovemaking. She goes from on her back, to riding him as he lays beneath her. Not that Midoriya isn’t doing anything, his hands are on her hips and he’s thrusting up into her from below, even as Rumi moans, gyrating her hips, her rabbit ears twitching and her eyes still threatening to roll up in her head some more.
 
Dangerous. Midoriya was dangerous for someone like her, incredibly so. He was… a being made to dominate her, to effortlessly defeat her on a battlefield like this one. His damn Quirk, because that has to be at least part of it, is perfectly aligned with her own. His strength, his confidence, his amazing, massive cock pistoning in and out of her chocolate cunny at full speed… it’s like he was designed to put her in her place and keep her there.
 
Suddenly, his hands transition from her hips to her ass, and Mirko gasps, falling forward onto his chest as he grips her buttocks tightly and begins to bounce her even faster on his dick. Her tits pressing into her chiseled pectorals, Rumi flushes as she finds herself in quite close proximity to the young man’s lips. Unable to help herself, she goes in for a kiss, their tongues swapping spit and wrestling for supremacy as he fucks her harder and faster by the moment.
 
Even there, Midoriya dominates, his tongue easily wrestling her tongue into submission, mostly due to how distracting his massive member lodged in her twat is at the moment. Rumi quivers and trembles and cums her bunny brains out, tearing herself away from his mouth to arch her back and cry out in ecstasy.
 
And then he speaks, and Rumi’s mind bluescreens for a moment.
 
“Getting close now, Mirko! Gonna cum soon!”
 
Oh god. She couldn’t let him cum inside. I-If he did that, he’d fill her all the way up. She knew already just how big his loads were from the facial he’d given her. He’d covered her face AND tits in his hot, sticky cream. No doubt, he was also incredibly virile… not that he needed to be, to fertilize HER fertile womb.
 
She had condoms for exactly this purpose and that had been half the reason she’d even tried to get him to come home with her, but… she’d forgotten them! It was all his fault, with how he was molesting her on the way over to her place! She’d gotten distracted, and now she’d been having bareback sex with Midoriya for who knew how long!
 
He hadn’t cum in her yet though. He was about to, but she still had a chance. She had to get off of him. She just had to lift her hips up and pull away, freeing herself from his big… thick… throbbing cock. Sure, Midoriya was still holding her ass cheeks, but it wasn’t like he was pinning her down. She needed to act and fast, or she’d get pregnant for sure!
 
And yet, even as this passes through Rumi’s head, the Rabbit Hero continues to bounce her ass up and down, impaling her gushing, clenching cunt on Midoriya’s cock again and again. She couldn’t stop herself! It was going to happen! He was going to-!
 
Rumi blinks as she suddenly finds herself on her back, just as Midoriya lets out a groan. His seed splatters across her sweat-covered chocolate body, as well as the bed as he leans up from having tossed her off of him, before he too collapses backwards onto the mattress.
 
Huh? He’d… pulled out?”
 
Rumi stares up at the ceiling, uncomprehending for a moment, her pussy clenching around empty air, quivering with need.
 
“Heh, don’t worry. I know I wasn’t wearing a condom, but we don’t want any accidents, right? This much should be fine, yeah?”
 
“… Yeah. G-Good… good job.”
 
And it really was. He’d done the right thing, made the right call. She’d cum at least a dozen times, more than her own hands or even another man had ever made her cum. She’d gotten what she needed, and all without the high risk of a bun in the oven as well. It had all gone perfectly, by those standards.
 
So then… why did Rumi feel so dissatisfied and unfulfilled?
 
-x-X-x-
 
Izuku knew he’d gone a little over the top with Mirko, but once he’d started, he just hadn’t been able to stop himself. And he got the impression that it was exactly what she needed. Certainly, if he didn’t lay down the law, he felt like she would constantly try to walk all over them. One might argue that as his teacher, it was her right and privilege to do so, but as lovers? Izuku just wasn’t the kind of guy who accepted that.
 
Still, it was the next day at school, and Mirko hadn’t acknowledged him once. She wasn’t ignoring him to the extent that anyone else had seemingly noticed, but he definitely saw her distance. And that… was fine, he decided. He’d let her stew in it, well aware that he’d given her the time of her life. If she wanted more, she’d have to wait.
 
In the meantime, school was great and all, but Izuku wanted to get to know his fellow classmates more. His fellow female classmates, to be specific. He was spoiled for choices, at the moment. Narrowing it down took a bit of work, but in the end, he’d decided he wanted to chat up a girl who wasn’t already gunning for him in some way.
 
That disqualified Momo for the time being on account of their previous entanglement, and Katsumi because of THEIR current… thing they had going on. Both girls could sit for a little while longer, in his opinion. After a moment’s thought, he also disqualified Shouko Todoroki. While he and the girl hadn’t had any interactions, he got this intense impression from her, like she’d already decided they were rivals or something, or that he was an obstacle to be overcome. He didn’t need that kind of stress at the moment.
 
Which still left five girls. Or rather, three options, because Izuku could see right now that four of the girls had already paired off and would be a package deal if he wanted to approach them. Ochaco Uraraka and Tsuyu Asui, and Mina Ashido and Kyoka Jiro. And then, all on her lonesome, was the Invisible Girl, Toru Hagakure. Not that any of them HAD Pro Hero names just yet, but what else was the literally invisible girl going to be called, right?
 
Those were his options, if he wanted to make some new friends today. The two pairs, or Toru by herself. All Izuku had to do was choose.