Miruko gently leaned on the door, silently swinging it open and seeing into Izuku's room.
Is that…
Her whole body twitched as she recognized Ochako, her hands thrown back onto Izuku's knees for balance as her hips rose up from Izuku's. Miruko's breath hitched. The-they are...
Only Ochakos skirt was on, pulling the rabbit hero's attention back to the brunette's breasts which jiggled at the motion.
They are-
That's when she realized how far she was rising up, how her back was arched. Her eyes shining with lustful bliss.
She felt envious. Only a little, overcome by the primal lust building up in her core. The all-consuming emptiness screaming out to her.
She bit her lip as she saw a mere glimpse of his member under Ochako's skirt. And it was still connected even as the girl had risen as far as she could without getting to her feet.
Her own knees almost buckled, cheeks flushing immediately, her core roaring with greater hunger that made. HE HAD THAT THIS WHOLE TI-
Ochako slammed down to his base in an instant, letting out a breathy open-mouthed moan that resonated with Miruko just a little too much. She had to slap her hand on her mouth to block her own moan from escaping.
She couldn't even think as she noticed the bulge poking at Ochako's slightly-pudgier stomach.
Wait- did... is that…
She took a slow step back, closing the door softly behind her. Leaning against it as she slid down. Legs splayed on her sides bent at the knees with her hands pooled between them, her whole body shuddering as she tried to get some air in her lungs.
Her ears had flopped back, nose twitching, and legs trembling.
She was turned on.
Fuck was she turned on.
She rose on wobbly legs, leaning a hand on the wall for balance as she stumbled towards a bathroom, locking the door behind her.
She needed to vent.
Ochako giggled, watching Izuku's face twitch with pure pleasure as she started bouncing with her whole weight behind her. Pushing him as deep as he could go, straight into her womb.
Her tongue lolled in her mouth, the pleasure taking up far too much of her brain to let her focus on keeping it in place.
She felt so full. And the feeling of his dick pushing through her cervix was sending jolt after jolt of ecstasy up her spine.
She was getting addicted to him and she didn't care
"C-comeh On Ishuku~"
She didn't even care that her voice was that slurred. It just felt so good to finally be with him. Again.
"Give meh mooore~"
She slammed down, moaning again as she started grinding her hips against his feeling his dick twitch and grind against different parts of her core as she leaned down. Closer to his face to watch his small cute reactions, close enough so if he wanted to-
He shot up, rising to his elbows to kiss her on the lips passionately, his hand wrapping behind her head to pull her further into the kiss, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth, gently prodding her own, licking it tasting her and adding just a bit more to the array of pleasure she was putting herself through.
She pulled back, her hand on his cheeks, pinkies barely touching him as she pinched his cheeks just a bit "Ruin meh~" she moaned, looking deep into his eyes. "Make me only yourshh~"
"Mark me."
That's when the dam burst, his whole body screaming and tingling, convulsing as right under her, his hips jerking up, his testicles smacking against her as he unloaded all he had.
Ochako's mind went blank.
She could feel the twitching of her walls, his girth pulsating against them, pumping more and more of his warm seed inside. Her stomach started swelling more, pushing against him before the pressure grew too much.
Even with how tightly her body had clamped around Izuku's girth, some of his seed started to leak, shooting around the connection they now shared and coating both of them in the gooey substance.
The feeling of it splashing onto her was enough to set off another climax in her, the sensation of her coil snapping yet again in such a short time knocking the wind out of her.
With the initial rush of euphoria washing over her mind and soul, she felt herself collapse against her boyfriend's chest, twitching with the intense aftershocks.
The sheer erotica of the moment made her forget to breathe, and now that it was over, her body ached for oxygen forcing her to inhale deeply before exhaling a shrill and fragile moan escaping along with her breath.
Izuku panted, his strong arms wrapping around her, pulling her close as he left searing kisses full of passion and love over her face and mouth.
He gently laughed, trying to catch his own breath too.
"We… should clean up…"
She leaned against the door, panting as she messed with her hero-suit.
Gotta get this goddamn thing off right fucking now . Rumi could feel the heat pooling in her lower abdomen, the heat between her thighs making her feel like her skin was about to burst into flames.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" she hissed under her breath, finally slipping out of the halterneck of her leotard and slipping it roughly down her thighs. She didn't bother with getting her thigh-high tights off, deciding it wasn't worth the effort. Last were her gloves; she needed to free her hands.
Without any hesitation, she dropped her fingers between her folds, feeling the slickness as she shut her eyes and pictured the scene she had just witnessed. Izuku was… well, it would be redundant to say he was huge. Everything about the man was massive, so it only made sense that his… private parts matched.
But hoooooly shit, she was roughly the same size as Ochako, and she was taking that thing like a goddamn champion. One part of her was incredibly impressed, and the other was scarily aroused.
That part of her focused on the similarities between herself and the brunette. They had similar builds… could Rumi take all of that?
She shuddered as she pictured herself on top of Izuku, riding him into next week, clenching onto all of him with her walls, feeling fuller than she could ever imagine. In fact, imagining was keeping her going as her fingers worked furiously at her folds. Eventually, one hand wasn't enough and she used the spare to insert two fingers inside, a mewl breaking out through her lips turning to a gasp at the sensation. It was better but… not enough. She tried a third and found that it was something.
For now.
Her eyes fluttered as she tried to picture Izuku's form again. He was so strong, hell, he could keep up with her for god's sake. What she wouldn't give to have that inside of her, have him inside of her.
The romantic in her wanted to kiss him, hold him, run her hands through his hair as she explored every cavity of his mouth. Running her tongue and lips across the entirety of his strong neck, those muscular shoulders, and pecs, those abs that you could grate fucking cheese on.
A keening cry escaped her lips as she chased an orgasm.
Her brain kept shuffling through images of Izuku in every state of undress, his muscular thighs, those calves, that ass that might as well be a goddamn shelf.
"Izuku!" She stifled a scream as the first orgasm overtook her, feeling shockwaves rip through her body as she continued to toy with her nub and her fingers worked furiously inside of her.
The heroine gasped, twitching and flexing, barely able to catch her breath as her core spasmed.
...But it still wasn't enough.
She ran a finger across her entrance, finding it hot and swollen. What she wouldn't give to have Izuku's face all up in that. Her mind flashed to an image of her thighs wrapping around his head, squeezing it tightly because she knew he could take it.
"Yep, I'm gonna be in here a while."
Her hands worked back at her folds, shutting her eyes and picturing Izuku's powerful hands and arms wrapped around her thighs, holding onto her for dear life as he teased at her with his mouth, giving her everything she needed and more. She wouldn't be satisfied until she had at least one or two climaxes this way. Or maybe she would hold him down till her legs gave out and let him retreat
And when he had tasted his fill, she would have all of him inside of her.
The aggressive side of her wanted to shove him down, lift those legs up, and hang onto his ankles riding that dick until Izuku forgot everyone's name but her own.
But… then…
She bit her lip, feeling another image form as her stomach coiled in anticipation.
Izuku, pushing her down over the nearest table or counter or whatever the fuck, hoisting her hips up so that she could barely touch the ground even with her long toes that came thanks to her quirk. Him just whispering filthy nothings into her ear as he pounded his hips into her, taking her in the way that some not so small part of her craved like nothing else.
Just to be claimed, bred even. It was a fantasy she didn't even know she possessed. A byproduct of her quirk?
Fuck . Enough with the nerd shit.
Her mind snapped back to the image of Izuku ramming into her, breaking her before spilling himself inside her.
Rumi's mouth dried as yet another orgasm ripped through her. She had lost count at this point, it didn't matter.
She shakily looked at her fingers, noticing that they were pruned with how slick they had gotten.
Maybe just… a break to drink some water and catch her breath.
Her core throbbed.
...then maybe more of this.
Fuck.
Before she could fully stop another image surfaced. Her aggressive, submissive and romantic side clicking together as her mind pondered on one last image that got her core to clench tightly to nothing, emptiness echoing up her spine.
The image of Izuku pushing her against the wall, one leg forced up against her shoulder and another barely touching the ground, her toes straining to keep her in contact, body refusing to be held only by his strong arms pinning her against the wall.
She had switched hands, the pruned rubbing her clit roughly as the other hand shoved three fingers yet again, making her toss her head back with a moan as the vision continued.
His soft eyes scanning her dark skin up and down, lingering on her already erect nipples for a beat too long before he started kissing her neck, grinding himself against her, trailing the kisses up to her sensitive ears before going down and stealing her breath away with a searing kiss.
She gave a breathy moan, her eyes closing eagerly as if the act alone would make her daydream more real.
His lips would ghost over her skin, over her breasts, teeth nibbling her nipples, tongue darting out to taste her. He would chuckle against her skin as she mewled, then look up into her eyes.
Those green infernos staring right through to her soul before he would declare he would take her.
Make her his.
Her breath hitched at the thought alone, her intern dominating her like that, telling her that before he-
He would shove himself in, knowing she could take it. Stating his outright glee at how wet she was, how easy he had slipped in, kissing her neck and mumbling how much he loved her before starting to… starting to…
Starting to...
Make love to her…
She flinched as the hardest climax she had washed over her, every muscle contracting at once as her body shuddered, twitching with aftershocks as her legs felt numb and filled with lead at the same time.
She panted like she had been drowning, her body shivering with every one of her moan-like pants.
If… If this was only my fingers…
She shuddered at what Izuku could do to her. No, what he would do to her. She bit into her lip, just shy of leaving a mark on the soft skin.
She… might make him an offer.
Maybe.
Her core throbbed once more, this time more contently as the heat started to dissipate.
Definitely.