The Successor (My Hero Academia)

In the end, Izuku makes the choice he makes for two reasons. Number One, he refuses to let his Quirks control him, ever. His father might have been many things, but a puppet? Never. Izuku had inherited that personality trait from the man who had come to be known as the shadowy ruler of the Underworld, All for One. His Quirks did not control him, HE controlled his Quirks.
 
Number Two? He just really, really wanted to fuck Mirko again. That chocolate-skinned, incredibly toned bunny rabbit was fucking asking for it… literally, at this point. If she was going to send him text messages inviting him over, then fuck it. Izuku would answer the call, oh yes, he would, and screw what his Quirks were telling him to do. He was much more interested in enjoying Mirko’s carnal delights again.
 
Of course, before he could head over to Mirko’s place, he had to lose his stalkers. Katsumi and Shouko might have thought they were slick, but at the end of the day, they were a pair of girls playing games at too high of a level for them to even comprehend. Picking them out of a crowd was child’s play. Losing them? Even easier.
 
Especially since they weren’t out and out chasing him at their full speeds. No, they were trying to be subtle. And wasn’t that just hilarious? Katsumi, the hot-headed explosion maniac, trying to be subtle. In comparison, Shouko with her distinctive half red hair and scarred face, was the height of sneaky… but when your comparison is to someone like Katsumi, that isn’t saying much.
 
In the end, giving them both the slip is the work of moment. Izuku doesn’t hesitate to put his less flashy Quirks to the test. Turning a corner, he scales a building well out of both of their lines of sight, and then turns on a Quirk that causes him to blend in with his surroundings, along with a Quirk that silences every sound he makes.
 
Invisible and silent as the grave, Izuku watches as first Katsumi and then Shouko reach the alley entrance that he disappeared into. Amusingly enough, this is where the two of them meet each other. Upon seeing that there’s no one in the alley, merely the opening at the other end with another crowded main street, Katsumi’s eyes widen, and she curses angrily. She’s just about to bolt down the alley to try and ‘catch up’ with him, when Shouko arrives as well, catching her attention.
 
Izuku considers sticking around for a moment to listen in on the girls’ conversation, but ultimately decides that just means he’s cutting into his Mirko time. After all, the day is already getting late as it is, with the sun beginning to set over on the horizon. He can only really spend an hour or two with Mirko before he’ll have to head home, so…
 
With a shrug, Izuku leaves the two stalkers to their confrontation, leaping from roof to roof without his impacts making any sound at all as he begins heading in the direction of one Rumi Usagiyama’s home. The Pro Hero doesn’t have a mansion or anything like that, but she does have a nice enough place. Probably a bit too big for her, if Izuku had to guess, and not quite lived-in… until she suddenly decided to work at UA and start up a relationship with one of her students.
 
Regardless, Izuku settles for the back door rather than the front, only making himself visible again once he’s under the awning that opens out into Mirko’s backyard. Then, cancelling his silencing Quirk as well, he reaches up and knocks.
 
There’s a pregnant pause, and then he hears movement inside of the house. Suddenly, the door swings open, and there stands Mirko, eyes wide, big rabbit ears twitching like mad.
 
“H-How’d you get back here? I didn’t even hear you coming!”
 
Izuku might have been worried about how he was going to answer that question under normal circumstances. However, as it is, he’s too distracted by what Mirko is wearing to pay her words any mind. The beautiful, toned, dark-skinned teacher of Class 1-A and Pro Hero besides… is dressed in what looks to be an old-fashioned UA school uniform, two sizes too small for her.
 
Her white blouse is buttoned up all the way to its credit, but visibly straining at the front to contain her prodigious chocolate tits. Meanwhile, her skirt is… well, her skirt doesn’t even manage to come down over her hips all the way. Not only are her ass and thighs practically on display with how they’re poking out, Izuku doesn’t even have to bend over to see the plain white panties she’s wearing under the skirt. It’s more like an over-sized belt, than an actual bottom garment.
 
Beyond that, she has on her signature white gloves and some white boots, but that’s it. Not that she needs anything else… the ensemble is absolutely glorious as is, and Izuku can’t help but wordlessly drink in her appearance. He COULD have found a realistic answer to her question… but instead he just looks at her after a long moment and raises an eyebrow.
 
Mirko blushes and quivers for a moment before reaching out and grabbing him by the hand, dragging him inside and closing the door behind him.
 
“N-Never mind that then. Um… r-right!”
 
Clearing her throat, the chocolate bunny puts on a coy, impish grin of delight, her eyes even glittering with clear mischief as she looks up at him.
 
“Hey Prof. Doing home visits now for your naughtiest students? Guess I’ve been a bad, bad girl and need to be punished, huh?”
 
Ah, so that was what this was. Mirko wanted to roleplay with him. Izuku didn’t mind that, to be fair. No, he didn’t mind that one bit. It seemed after their previous encounter; the beautiful Rabbit Hero had swung all the way around to embracing their new dynamic. She’d taken a swing at putting him in his place and struck out big time, so now… what, she was going to have him put her in her place, extra hard?
 
Well, Izuku could do that for her… but he wasn’t going to do it on HER terms, no sir. If they were going to do this, then he was in charge, as always. Stepping forward, Izuku makes that abundantly clear by reaching out and finding Mirko’s nipples with unerring accuracy through both her straining blouse and her outlined bra. He pinches down, hard, making Mirko squeak as her red eyes widen and her ears go ramrod straight.
 
“Ms. Usagiyama. What have I told you? We might be out of class, but you will address me with respect as either Professor or Sir… especially when I’m taking time out of my day to deal with YOUR special needs. Otherwise, I can turn around and leave right this moment, and you can handle your enhanced libido all on your own. Is that what you want, young lady?”
 
By the time he’s done, Mirko’s breathing is coming out in uneven pants, and her toned, muscular legs are trembling and shaking so damn hard he’s not entirely sure she’d still be standing if he weren’t currently pinching her nipples and holding her in place. Heh, she was just too easy…
 
“N-No sir… I m-mean… I’ll be g-good, s-sir…”
 
Izuku just smiles a wolfish smile that makes Mirko’s breathing increase in pace even harder.
 
-x-X-x-
 
A few minutes later, and they’re in the Pro Hero’s living room. Sitting on her couch, Izuku lounges back and watches as Mirko does all the work. She’s so very eager to service him, so why not, right? This time around, he’s encouraged her to put those huge tits of hers to use. As such, Mirko has pulled open her top, unbuttoning her already straining blouse and pulling the red bow around her neck free. She’s also removed her bra, letting her large dark tits bounce freely.
 
Those very same tits are now wrapped around Izuku’s sizable member, his throbbing, pulsating pale hard-on pressed between the valley of his chocolate bunny’s chest, providing quite a bit of pleasure for him as the warmth of the softest part of Mirko’s chiseled body engulfs as much of his cock as it possibly can.
 
Bunny ears twitching, she presses her tits along his length and slides them up and down, while leaning forward to let her tongue dart out and work away at his cockhead. Her ever-eager tongue pushes against his glans with an enthusiasm that makes it clear what the bunny wants… specifically, his thick cream, filling her mouth.
 
“I-Is this good, s-sir?”
 
He considers how to answer her for a moment, before deciding to go with a lazy response.
 
“It’s fine. Not really about me, now is it young lady? This is about you and your needs. Is it good for you?”
 
His teasing tone makes it clear he knows exactly how good it is for her, and Mirko whimpers, blushing and ducking her head as she pants all the harder, right into his twitching cockhead.
 
“… Y-Yeah… yeah, i-it is…”
 
However, despite her words, she only slides her tits up and down his dick for a few moments longer before pulling back and standing up.
 
“N-Need it… need it inside of me, P-Professor. Right now.”
 
Her hands bunch up her skirt, lifting it even though it really isn’t necessary for him to be able to see just how much of a mess she’s made of her plain white panties. The damn things are soaked right through, showing off just how aroused the chocolate bunny is. But then, to be fair, his cock, glistening with her saliva and throbbing with need, is just as ready for action.
 
When he says nothing and just stares at her expectantly, Mirko flushes even harder, hesitating for only a moment longer before she hastily shucks her panties off and climbs aboard. A moment later, the school girl version of his teacher is sliding down his meat pole, filling herself with his cock and moaning wantonly for it.
 
Izuku wastes no time in giving her what she’s come to crave, of course, utilizing his Quirks to subtly drive her wild, as if it’s just his dick and her own libido messing her up, rather than any other outside forces. Mirko is none the wiser, as she almost immediately cums for him, her entire body flexing and spasming atop his dick, as her gloved hands have to come down hard on his broad shoulders for support.
 
“F-F-Fuck!”
 
Smirking, eyes glittering with wicked glee, Izuku brings his hands up to grasp Mirko firmly by the hips, while making a tsking noise at her.
 
“Language, young lady.”
 
Whining pitifully, the chocolate bunny begins to ride him, and for the time being, Izuku lets her. His grip on her hips would allow him to control things if he wanted to, but instead he lets her go to town, allowing her to control the pace, just as he had at the end of their first time together. After all, by the rules of this little game they were playing, Izuku was just here to be Mirko’s domineering sex symbol. She was the only one getting what she needed here… supposedly.
 
In truth, he was very much getting what he needed. His throbbing cock felt amazing, wrapped up in her constantly clenching, rapidly flexing cunny. The beautiful Rabbit Hero’s rippling thighs as she bounces up and down on his dick constantly smack into the top of his legs, while her sex tries and fails to find any purchase on his shaft. Her love canal is definitely TRYING to clench down on his dick and never let go, even with Mirko doing the bouncing, but she’s too damn wet and too damn slick for it to work.
 
Even as her inner walls attempt to instinctively hold him inside of her, the gushing nature of her constantly cumming passage means she’s riding him at a break neck speed, bouncing up and down on his dick like… well, like a bunny rabbit.
 
That said, even as Mirko cums again and again for him, Izuku is getting close as well. And… he’s not exactly planning on cumming inside of her. Just like last time though, Mirko doesn’t seem inclined to stop or pull back. She’s going hard and fast, even though she should be able to tell he’s getting close. That won’t do. He’s not looking to become a father.
 
At the last second, just like last time, Izuku grips down hard on Mirko’s hips and despite the strength of the Rabbit Hero, pulls out. He yanks her up off of his dick and his seed explodes all over her coffee table instead. Mirko, in the middle of another explosive orgasm as she is, doesn’t recover in time to do anything about it. By the time she’s blinking and realizing the sudden absence of his dick, Izuku is ready to move.
 
Taking her down onto her back on the couch, he thrusts back into her a moment later, causing Mirko to squeal as he starts fucking her hard and fast all over again. Neither of them mentions that she almost let him cum inside of her. Neither of them talks about the potential for pregnancy. Izuku just keeps on fucking his teacher, who is currently dressed up in her old school uniform, and Mirko lays back and takes it, shuddering and spasming and cumming her brains out all the while.
 
-x-X-x-
 
A couple hours later, and Izuku figures it’s time to go. They never did leave the living room, and he’s cum everywhere BUT Mirko’s pussy, but even still… it’s probably about time for him to start heading home. He’s not even all that tired, but the sun has set and it’s getting dark out, so really, if he wants to get home safely, he should have left an hour ago.
 
Standing up and beginning to gather his clothing, Izuku rolls his shoulders.
 
“Well, that was fun. See you tomorrow in class, I suppose.”
 
“Wha-? W-Wait… d-don’t go… sir…”
 
Blinking, Izuku looks over to see Mirko pushing herself up, looking almost scared of the thought of him leaving.
 
“P-Please… s-stay. You could… sleep over? I-I’ve got more costumes if you wanted to see them?”
 
Izuku cocks his head to the side at that, considering the offer. He would have to let his mother know he wouldn’t be home, but she was used to submitting to her son’s wishes and wouldn’t pose a problem, at least in the short-term. So, in the end, it really came down to what Izuku wanted to do.
 
On the one hand, more Mirko. On the other hand, sleeping over at his teacher’s place was definitely a new step that he wasn’t sure he wanted to take…