Bunny Needs Dick

(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of My Hero Academia stories)
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The gym on the second floor of Busteez Hero Agency gleamed under fluorescent lights, all chrome machines and padded mats. A wall of mirrors reflected rows of treadmills, squat racks, and a rack of kettlebells that looked like they’d seen better days. The air smelled of rubber, sweat, and faint vanilla from the lube bottles stacked near the water fountain.

 

Rumi Usagiyama stood behind Inko Midoriya, arms crossed, bunny ears twitching as she watched Inko power through a set of deadlifts. Inko’s form was tight, her back straight, hips driving forward, and the barbell rose smooth and controlled. Her workout leggings hugged a waist that had already shrunk two dress sizes, her arms toned and glistening.

 

“Again,” Rumi barked, voice echoing off the mirrors. “Lock those hips, Mama M! You’re not lifting with your back, you’re exploding with your glutes. Pretend you’re trying to crack a walnut between those cheeks!”

 

Inko’s face flushed crimson, but she laughed (breathless, bright). “Rumi-chan, language!” She racked the bar with a clang, wiping sweat from her brow. “Though… I do feel the burn.”

 

“That burn’s the point,” Rumi grinned, hopping onto the bench beside her. “Six months ago you were winded climbing stairs. Now you’re repping my warm-up weight. Proud of you, babe.”

 

The gym door slammed open. Katsuki Bakugo strode in, tank top already damp from patrol, gym bag slung over one shoulder. His eyes narrowed at the scene.

 

“Oi, Bunny-butt,” he snapped, dropping his bag with a thud. “You corrupting Deku’s mom now? Place smells like a damn perfume factory.”

 

Rumi’s ears flicked back. “Language, Sparkler. And it’s peppermint protein shake, not perfume. Some of us hydrate.” She jerked her thumb at Inko. “Besides, your rival’s mom’s got a better deadlift form than you. Jealous?”

 

Katsuki snorted, kicking off his shoes. “Tch. Old lady’s got grit, I’ll give her that.” He nodded at Inko, almost respectful. “Keep it up, Auntie. Don’t let Long-ears bully you into bad reps.”

 

Inko beamed, hands on her hips. “Katsuki-kun! So nice to see you. Would you like a smoothie? I made extra.”

 

“Non-alcoholic, right?” Rumi cut in, smirking. “Kid’s still a baby.”

 

Katsuki’s palm sparked. “Say that again, Rabbit. I dare you.”

 

Rumi leaned in, nose-to-nose. “Baaaabyyyyy.”

 

Inko clapped her hands. “Play nice you two! Katsuki, your usual post-workout shake is in the fridge (banana, peanut butter, extra oats). Rumi helped me tweak the recipe for muscle recovery.”

 

Katsuki grumbled, but headed for the fridge anyway. Rumi hopped onto a treadmill, cranking the speed to a blur. “Watch this, Mama M. Bunny speed: 40 kph, uphill. Try not to swoon.”

 

Inko laughed, resetting the bar for her next set. “I’ll swoon when I get back into that old swimsuit I told you about, thank you.”

 

Katsuki returned, chugging his shake, eyes flicking between them. “Trying to get that beach bod back, eh?” he asked. When Inko nodded he grinned, “Lemme know when you get tired of Bunny-butt’s half-assed routine and want some real training again!”

 

Rumi flashed a fang. “Them’s fighting words, brat! Race you to a hundred burpees, Kid Dynamight. Loser buys protein for a month.”

 

Katsuki cracked his knuckles. “You’re on, Bunny-butt.”

 

Inko just smiled, already bending for her next rep. The gym was filled with the rhythmic thud of weights, the whirr of the treadmill, and the comfortable chaos of three people doing a workout routine.

 

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The gym floor vibrated under the rapid-fire thud-thud-thud of two bodies in motion. Katsuki and Rumi stood side by side, palms flat, legs pistoning through burpees like machines on overdrive. “One-oh-one!” Rumi barked, voice sharp despite the sweat dripping off her ears.

 

“One-oh-two!” Katsuki snarled back, explosions crackling faintly at his palms for extra push.

 

The count climbed in a blur: thirty… fifty… seventy… Katsuki’s tank top clung to his back, muscles burning, but his glare stayed locked on Rumi. She grinned like a predator, bunny tail twitching with every explosive jump.

 

“Eighty-five!” she called, voice still annoyingly steady.

 

“Eighty-six, tch!” Katsuki’s rhythm faltered for half a beat; his chest hit the mat a fraction late.

 

Rumi surged ahead.

 

“Ninety!”

 

“Ninety-one!”

 

“Ninety-two!”

 

Katsuki’s legs screamed, but he pushed harder, sweat stinging his eyes. “Ninety-eight!” Rumi’s voice cracked with triumph. “Ninety-niiiine!”

 

“ONE HUNDRED!” Rumi popped up like a spring, arms raised, chest heaving. Katsuki hit ninety-three, ninety-four, then his knee buckled. He caught himself on a growl, finishing the last six in a furious scramble.

 

Final count: Rumi: 100, with Katsuki reaching 91 in the same moment.

 

He rolled onto his back, chest heaving, glaring at the ceiling. “Tch. Nine short. Fucking rabbit stamina.”

 

Rumi flopped beside him, laughing breathlessly, one ear flopped over her face. “Told you, Sparkler. Bunny legs don’t quit.” She nudged his shoulder with her foot. “Protein’s on you for a month. Hope you like vanilla-beetroot flavor!”

 

Katsuki flipped her off without looking. “Next time, we’re focusing on upper body endurance. I’ll leave you in the fucking dust!”

 

Inko, wiping down her barbell, called over with a smile, “Language, you two! And Katsuki-kun, don’t forget, recovery shake in five. You’ll cramp if you skip it.”

 

Rumi propped herself on an elbow, smirking down at him. “Yeah, baby. Listen to Mama M.”

 

Katsuki’s palm sparked. “Call me that again and I’ll blow your protein stash to the moon.”

 

Rumi just laughed, loud and wild, the sound echoing off the mirrors as the gym settled back into its rhythm (two heroes, one bet lost, and a whole lot of mutual, begrudging respect).

 

Rumi rolled to her feet in one fluid hop, ears perked, sweat still glistening on her abs. She sauntered over to where Katsuki lay sprawled, chest still heaving, and planted a foot on either side of his hips, looming with that feral grin.

 

“Tell ya what, Sparkler,” she purred, voice low enough that the mirrors caught every syllable. “Different kind of cardio. Best-of-three. The winner takes the protein bill and bragging rights.” She rolled her hips once, slow and deliberate. “I’ll even let you pick the position this time.”

 

Katsuki’s eyes flicked up (red, sharp, and definitely interested), but he snorted and sat up, palms sparking faintly. “Tch. Rain check, Bunny-butt. Got patrol debrief with Best Jeanist in twenty. Can’t blow it off to make you scream like a whore again, though the offer’s tempting.”

 

Inko, wiping down a kettlebell nearby, squeaked and turned beet-red, hands fluttering. “K-Katsuki-kun! Language in the gym!”

 

Rumi just laughed, loud and unashamed, ears twitching. “See? Even Mama M knows I’m loud when I’m winning.” She offered Katsuki a hand up. “Fine. Obligations first. But you owe me a rematch, kid. Next time I’m collecting interest.”

 

Katsuki took the hand, letting her haul him to his feet. “Count on it,” he muttered, smirk tugging at his mouth despite himself. “Now get off my mat before I change my mind and drag you to the showers instead.”

 

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The Busteez ballroom on the first floor was dim and quiet in the early afternoon, the strip-club lights off, the dance floor empty. Polished brass poles gleamed under low amber sconces, and the long bar curved like a crescent moon. Rumi hopped onto a stool in full hero gear (white leotard, thigh-high boots, ears perked), spinning once for the hell of it.

 

Inko slipped behind the bar in a simple apron over her workout clothes, humming as she pulled ingredients from the under-counter fridge. “Protein stir-fry for you, extra lean chicken and quinoa. And for me, ” She tapped her chin. “Salmon teriyaki bowl. For recovery carbs.”

 

Rumi drummed her fingers on the counter. “Throw some chili oil in mine, Mama M. I like it hot.” She winked. “Keeps the engine revving.”

 

Inko rolled her eyes fondly, already slicing veggies with practiced speed. “You and your metaphors.” The sizzle of oil hit the flat-top; garlic and ginger perfumed the air. “You know, when I started here I thought I’d just be cooking for the girls. Never imagined I’d be feeding half the Top Ten.”

 

Rumi leaned her chin on her fist, watching Inko work. “You’re the secret MVP of this place. Midnight says the food’s half the reason heroes keep coming back.” She sniffed appreciatively as Inko slid a perfectly seared chicken breast onto a bed of quinoa. “Smells better than victory.”

 

Inko plated both meals, sliding Rumi’s across the bar with a flourish. “Eat up. You’ve got patrol in an hour, and I’m not letting you crash on an empty stomach.”

 

Rumi dug in, moaning dramatically around the first bite. “Mmmmmmmh! Marry me, Mama M.”

 

Inko laughed, settling onto the stool beside her with her own bowl. “Already taken, dear. But I’ll accept payment in grandbabies.”

 

Rumi nearly choked on her quinoa. “Give the kid time! He’s still figuring out how to keep one girl happy, let alone eight at once.”

 

Inko’s eyes twinkled. “Practice makes perfect.”

 

Rumi stabbed a piece of chicken, waving it like a pointer. “For the record, I’m not in Deku’s harem. I’m just the trainer, the drinking buddy, and the occasional cardio partner.” She popped the bite into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “Though at the rate that kid’s pumping iron and the girls, you’ll be knee-deep in grandbabies by next spring.”

 

Inko’s cheeks flushed pink, but she didn’t deny it. She stirred her teriyaki sauce with a little smile. “A mother can hope. I’ve already started knitting booties, just in case.” She glanced up, eyes twinkling. “Neutral colors. Works for bunnies or humans.”

 

Rumi barked a laugh, nearly dropping her fork. “You’re ruthless, Mama M. Really ruthless.”

 

Inko twirled a bite of salmon, eyes soft. “Do you ever think about it, Rumi-chan? Little ones of your own someday?”

 

Rumi’s fork paused halfway to her mouth. The teasing grin faded into something quieter (thoughtful). She set the fork down, ears drooping just a fraction.

 

“Yeah,” she said after a beat. “I do. Not today, not while I’m still chasing the next fight, the next high. But… One day, yes.” She leaned back on the stool, gaze drifting to the empty dance floor. “Want a kid who’s got my legs and Melissa’s brains. Someone who’ll outrun and outsmart me.”

 

Inko’s smile warmed. “You’d be a wonderful mother.”

 

Rumi snorted, “Maybe. Still gotta find someone who can keep up.” She picked up her fork again, spearing a chunk of chicken with sudden mischief. “Though if Melissa ever nails that futa-Quirk project of hers? I’ll wife her up immediately.”

 

Inko choked on her rice, coughing into her napkin while Rumi cackled loudly. It was an unapologetic sound, the kind that bounced off the brass poles like victory. The green haired woman’s eyes went wide, “Wait, Melissa-chan’s your girlfriend? I thought you were just…”

 

Rumi barked another laugh, slapping the bar. “Come on now, Mama M! I’ve been dating Shield for months. She’s the only one who can keep up with me and make me tap out without breaking a sweat.” She leaned in, voice dropping to a conspiratorial growl. “Girl’s got stamina. But even she can’t replace that full feeling, y’know? That stuffed cunt streeeetch.”

 

Inko squeaked, napkin practically flying to her face.

 

Rumi grinned, fangs flashing. “Which is why I’m praying Melissa perfects that futa Quirk. Then she can rail me all night, pump me full, and I’ll finally get that bunny-baby without needing some limp-dick hero to try and keep up.”She stabbed her last piece of chicken like a victory flag. “Win-win.”

 

Rumi hopped off the barstool, stretching her arms overhead until her spine cracked. “Patrol time, Mama M. Thanks for the fuel.” She tossed a playful salute, boots thudding across the ballroom floor as she vanished through the side exit.

 

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The city streets were quiet, late-afternoon sun glinting off storefronts. Rumi’s ears twitched at every sound, body humming with leftover gym energy and the constant low thrum of her Quirk. A purse-snatcher bolted past a crosswalk; she blurred, snatched the bag mid-stride, and dumped the guy at a patrol officer’s feet before he even registered the wind. Two seconds. Boring.

 

She vaulted to the roof of a department store, boots skidding on gravel. The skyline stretched out (peaceful, too peaceful). Her tail flicked irritably. “C’mon, universe. Throw me a bone.”

 

A sharp CRACK split the air. A small explosion bloomed three blocks east, green lightning crackling around it. Rumi’s ears snapped forward.

 

Deku.

 

He was mid-air, One for All at 30%, trading blows with a lanky villain whose hands glowed violet. Chunks of asphalt and street signs orbited the guy like angry satellites (telekinesis Quirk, nasty range). Deku dodged a flying manhole cover, countered with a Detroit Smash that sent the villain skidding, but the debris kept coming.

 

Rumi’s grin turned feral. Finally!

 

She launched off the roof, boots igniting with a burst of Quirk-enhanced speed. Wind whipped her hair as she closed the distance, landing on a lamppost with a metallic clang. “Yo, Deku!” she shouted, voice carrying over the chaos. “Need a bunny on backup, or you got this?”

 

Deku’s voice cracked through the chaos, bright and breathless. “Couldn’t hurt!”

 

Blackwhip lashed out in a dozen dark tendrils, snaring flying chunks of concrete, a vending machine, even a scooter, and yanking them away from screaming civilians. Sweat beaded on his brow, but his eyes stayed locked on the villain.

 

The guy was all wild angles: dark, greasy hair flaring like a broken halo, stubble patchy across a twitching jaw, eyes wide and bloodshot. Every time Deku tried to close distance, the man’s hands jerked, and another wave of debris (glass, rebar, a mailbox) hurtled forward, forcing Deku to split focus.

 

Rumi’s ears flattened. Line of sight. She saw it in the way the villain’s head snapped toward every object before it moved. Blind spot = dead zone.

 

She dropped off the lamppost, boots silent on the pavement. A quick hop, a ricochet off a storefront awning, and she was behind him, low and fast. The villain never saw her coming.

 

One kick to the back of the knee produced a satisfying crunch. She followed it up with a spinning heel to the temple that landed with a thud. He crumpled like a marionette with cut strings, eyes rolling white. The orbiting debris clattered to the ground in a sudden, harmless rain.

 

Rumi landed in a crouch, ears flicking back up. “Night-night, creep.”

 

Deku landed beside her, Blackwhip retracting with a soft schiff. He exhaled, shoulders sagging. “Thanks, Mirko-san. That was getting messy.”

 

She flashed a fang-filled grin. “Told ya. Bunny backup’s undefeated.”

 

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The police cruiser pulled away, red-and-blue lights fading into the dusk. Izuku finished signing the last digital report on the officer’s tablet, rolling his shoulder where a chunk of rebar had clipped him. Rumi leaned against a lamppost, arms crossed, ears twitching as the sun bled orange across the skyline.

 

She checked her wrist display: 18:47.
Golden hour. Perfect.

 

The moment the last cop rounded the corner, Rumi pivoted, palm smacking Izuku’s back hard enough to jolt him forward a step.

 

“Hey Deku, I’m horny,” she announced, voice low and rough. “Wanna fuck?”

 

Izuku’s ears went scarlet, but the corner of his mouth twitched, Rumi couldn’t tell if he was startled or intrigued, likely both, “Eh, huuh!?”

 

Rumi’s grin was all predator. “Rooftop. Five minutes. Bring stamina, kid.” She was already moving, boots sparking against pavement as she vaulted upward, disappearing over the lip of the department store roof.

 

Izuku exhaled, One for All flickering green at his ankles. “I guess the patrol just got extended.” she heard him mutter.

 

He followed.

 

Izuku vaulted off the top of a street lamp and landed on the department-store roof. Rumi stood there, silhouetted against the sinking sun, one leg kicked high in a hamstring stretch, ears perked like radar dishes. She flashed a feral grin the moment she spotted him.

 

“There he is.” She rolled her shoulders, tail flicking. “Y’know, I just realized, we’re only eight blocks from my place. Let’s fuck at my apartment.”

 

Before he could answer, she blurred. Boots cracked against gravel, launching her forward in a low arc. She hit the next rooftop (an office tower) at full sprint, knees pumping, thighs flexing with every explosive stride.

 

Rumi moved like the wind. Her first leap took her across a thirty-foot gap to a glass atrium. She tucked mid-air, rolled across the slanted roof, and sprang again without losing speed. The next jump was over a narrow alley. She ricocheted off a brick wall, boots sparking, body twisting to plant both feet on the opposite ledge. The next leap was over a construction crane. She grabbed the steel beam, swung beneath it like a gymnast, and catapulted to the next high-rise. Her ears tracked every sound, the traffic below, wind shear, her own heartbeat. She vaulted HVAC units, slid under satellite dishes, and launched from a water tower’s railing in a perfect spiral.

 

Halfway there, she risked a glance back.

 

Izuku wasn’t running.

 

He was flying!

 

One for All crackled green at his ankles, Float lifting him ten feet above the rooftops. Each burst of power shot him forward in a controlled arc, Blackwhip flicking out to snag a flagpole for a mid-air pivot. He sailed past her, hair whipping, eyes locked on her building.

 

Rumi’s grin faltered. But then she laughed.

 

“Fuck. I completely forgot he could do that.” she muttered to herself. Izuku often used that Black Whip trick to swing from rooftops, but combining Float with the air compression he could do with a One for All powered kick changed it from a floating Quirk to full on Flight. She did remember him admitting it was very difficult to control for precise maneuvering.

 

She redoubled, legs blurring, but Izuku was already banking hard. He touched down on the mixed-use tower’s roof (six stories of brick and glass, half residential, half office space) a full five seconds before her. Rumi owned an entire floor, making it one part her home, one part her official Agency. She landed on a skid, boots smoking. “Show-off,” she panted, ears twitching. “Here I thought we were racing fairly.”

 

Izuku just stood there, smirking. “You said ‘let’s fuck.’ Didn’t specify how we got there.”

 

She shoved him toward the stairwell door, which had been propped open to allow other offices access to the roof for things like smoke breaks or just to get some sun. It wasn’t like anyone would use it to break into the residences, not with a top ten heroine living there. “Inside. Now. Bunny’s starving.”

 

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Rumi’s apartment door slammed open so hard it bounced off the wall. Rumi and Izuku stumbled inside, mouths fused, teeth clacking, tongues wrestling. Her back hit the entryway wall with a thud, boots scraping tile. Izuku’s hands were everywhere, one tangled in her white hair, the other gripping her hip as he pinned her there, lips trailing fire down her throat.

 

He nipped the tendon beneath her ear, teeth grazing just hard enough to sting. Rumi’s head fell back, a deep, guttural moan vibrating in her chest.

 

“Eight girlfriends have taught you a few tricks, huh?” she rasped, voice rough with want. “You’ve gotten better since last time!”

 

Izuku’s smirk brushed her pulse. “Maybe.”

 

Rumi’s ears flattened. Game on.

 

She spun them in a blur of motion, slamming him against the wall instead. One hand slapped his Quickband; the other braced his shoulder. A burst of ribbons shot from the watch, spiraling around his torso, hips, and thighs liquid-fast. His hero costume dissolved into shimmering bands that snapped back into the device.

 

Izuku stood naked, cock already half-hard and obscenely thick, veined, jutting up past his navel. Rumi’s pupils blew wide, hearts flashing in her irises like a cartoon. “Fuck,” she growled, voice feral. “Take me. Rip my clothes off and fucking fuck this bunny’s cunt!”

 

Her hero leotard strained against her heaving chest, zipper already halfway down from their rooftop sprint. Izuku didn’t hesitate. Fingers hooked the fabric at her collar and tore, seams shredding, white material peeling away like wrapping paper. Her breasts spilled free, nipples already hard; the rest followed in a frantic yank, rabbit foot metal boots kicked aside, the rest of her outfit shredded.

 

Rumi stood with her torso bare, muscles taut, tail twitching, eyes locked on his cock like a predator scenting blood. She lunged.

 

Izuku’s body surged forward like a force of nature, pinning Rumi against the wall with the full weight of his hero-built frame. Her full, heavy breasts mashed against his chest, nipples scraping his skin through the thin layer of sweat already building between them. The apartment air was thick with the scent of their arousal, musky, primal, laced with the faint ozone crackle of One for All sparking around his limbs. Rumi’s back arched instinctively, her powerful thighs parting to wrap around his waist as their mouths crashed together again.

 

The kiss was feral, with no room for gentleness. Izuku’s lips bruised hers, sucking her lower lip between his teeth before biting down just hard enough to draw a gasp. Rumi’s hands clawed at his back, nails raking red lines across his freckled shoulders.

 

“Fuck yes,” she growled into his mouth, her voice a husky rumble that vibrated straight to his cock. It throbbed against her lower belly, the meter-long shaft already fully erect, veins pulsing like live wires under flushed skin.

 

Without breaking the kiss, Izuku’s arms hooked under her knees. His fingers dug into the meat of her thighs, lifting her effortlessly, like she weighed nothing, even with her dense, Quirk-enhanced muscles. Rumi’s breath caught as her feet left the floor, her ass resting in his hands. She was suspended now, completely at his mercy, her slick folds brushing the throbbing underside of his cock. The contact sent a jolt through both of them; her juices already dripping down the underside of his length, coating him in warm, slippery heat.

 

“Do it,” Rumi panted, breaking the kiss just enough to nip his jaw. “Impale me on that monster, Deku.”

 

Izuku’s green eyes darkened, pupils blown wide. He adjusted his grip, muscles flexing under her thighs, and slowly, agonizingly, lowered her. The blunt crown of his cock nudged her entrance first, parting her outer lips with a wet schlick. Rumi was soaked, her constant Quirk-fueled arousal making her pussy clench in anticipation. But even so, the stretch was immediate and intense. His girth was impossible, he was easily twice as thick as her wrist, the head flaring wide as it breached her.

 

“Nngh…” Rumi’s head fell back against the wall, ears flattening. Inch by inch, he sank her down, her walls parting around him like velvet giving way to steel. The penetration was slow at first, deliberate, letting her feel every ridge, every vein dragging along her inner walls. At the halfway point, her belly already tented slightly, the outline of his cock visible beneath her toned abs. “Fuuuuck, it’s splitting me…! So thick,” she moaned, voice cracking.

 

Izuku grunted, hips tilting to drive deeper. The pressure built as he lowered her further, her pussy swallowing more of him, half a meter, then three-quarters. Rumi’s thighs trembled in his grip, her tail twitching wildly. When the flared head finally kissed the mouth of her cervix, nudging insistently against that deepest barrier, she shattered.

 

A loud, wailing moan ripped from her throat, raw, animalistic, echoing off the apartment walls. “OH FUUUUCK!” Her pussy clamped down like a vice, spasming wildly as her first orgasm hit like a freight train. Juices squirted around his shaft, soaking his balls and dripping to the floor in messy puddles. Her red eyes rolled back, body convulsing in his arms, breasts heaving with every shuddering breath. “CUMMING ALREADY…! SUCH A HUGE DIIIIICK!!!”

 

Izuku held her through it, cock throbbing inside her as her inner walls clenched around him. But he didn’t move yet, letting her ride the wave, her moans turning to whimpers as the aftershocks faded. When her eyes finally focused, locking onto his with that wild, heart-pupiled glare, she bared her fangs.

 

“Rough,” she snarled, voice low and demanding. “Don’t hold back, Deku. Pound this bunny cunt until I can’t walk!”

 

That was all the invitation he needed. Izuku’s grip tightened, One for All flickering at 5% in his legs for leverage. He thrust upward, slamming the full meter home in one brutal motion. The impact lifted her higher against the wall, her ass slapping his thighs. Rumi’s scream was deafening, “YES, FUCK ME HARDER!” she wailed, her belly bulging obscenely now, the ridge of his cock pushing out like a living piston beneath her skin.

 

He set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping with hero precision. Each thrust dragged his length almost fully out, leaving just the head teasing her entrance before plunging back in, balls-deep, the head grinding against her womb. The wet SLAP SLAP SLAP of skin on skin filled the room, underscored by the creak of the wall protesting under their weight. Rumi’s breasts bounced wildly, nipples grazing his chest with every bounce, her tail whipping like a flag in a storm.

 

“OH FUCK YEEESSSSSS!!! STRETCH ME OOOOUT! FUCK MY HOLE LIKE YOU WANNA RUIN IT!!!” Rumi’s vulgarity ramped up, words spilling out in a filthy torrent. Her Quirk’s constant heat had her chasing release like a drug, and Izuku’s size was the perfect fix. “THAT FAT DICK, I CAN FEEL IT REARRANGING MY GUUUUUTS!!! POUNDING MY WOMB!!! INVADING MY DEEPEST PARTS!!! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK FUUUUUUCK! FUCK! FUUUCK!!”

 

Izuku growled, leaning in to bite her neck again, harder this time, leaving red marks on her tan skin. His arms flexed, holding her suspended as he slammed up into her with relentless force. The bulge in her belly rose and fell like a wave, her pussy clenching around him in desperate spasms. Juices squirted with every deep plunge, soaking their thighs, the floor slick beneath them.

 

Rumi’s hands fisted in his hair, pulling hard enough to sting. “DEEPER! HARDER! MAKE ME SCREAM!!” She was vocal now, every thrust drawing a new curse, a new plea. “AHHH, SHIIIT!!! YOUR DICK IS SPLITTING ME IN HALF! YESSSSS!! BREED ME! BREED THE BUNNY, DEKU! PUMP MY CUNT FULL OF THAT THICK SAUCE LIKE YOU WANNA KNOCK ME UUUP!!!”

 

Her words ignited something primal in him. Izuku shifted his grip, one arm sliding under her ass for better leverage. He rammed home, the head of his cock pressing against the top of her womb. Rumi’s eyes went wide, a strangled “HOLY SHIIIIIIT!” bursting from her lips as fresh pleasure-pain exploded through her. Her second orgasm hit without warning, inner walls spasming wildly, squirting in arcs that soaked the floor.

 

“HAAAAHHH!!! I’M CUMMING AGAINNNN! THAT MONSTER DICK, WRECKING MY WOOOOMB!!! MORE, DON’T STOP! BREED ME, BREED THE BUNNY, BREED THE BUNNY, BREED THE FUCKING BUNNNNYYYYY!!!!” Her voice cracked, body seizing in his arms. Cum leaked around his shaft, but he didn’t stop, still fucking her through it, the rhythm turning erratic as his own release built.

 

They slid down the wall together, Izuku’s knees hitting the floor without breaking stride. He laid her back on the entryway rug, her legs still hooked over his arms, folding her nearly in half. The new angle let him drive even deeper, his balls slapping her ass with every brutal plunge. Rumi’s ears flopped back, her face a mask of ecstasy, mouth open, tongue lolling, drool glistening at the corners.

 

“Look at that bulge,” she panted, her voice raw, one hand pressing her swollen belly where his cock tented her skin. “You’re remaking me, Deku! A girl could get used to this, getting this fat dick every day! Pound it! Rail me! Make me your breeding whore!”

 

Izuku’s breaths came in ragged grunts, sweat dripping from his curls. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a sloppy kiss, tongues tangling as he pistoned into her. Rumi bit his lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood, her vulgar moans muffled but no less intense. “Hmmmmmmmn, cum inside,” she begged against his lips. “Flood my womb! Breed the bunny, breed the bunny, BREED THIS FUCKING BUNNY!” she screamed again.

 

The chant pushed him over. Izuku’s hips stuttered, burying himself to the hilt as his cock erupted. Thick ropes of cum surged into her, flooding her womb in thick, heavy pulses. The pressure triggered her third climax, a screaming, squirting mess that soaked them both.

 

“YESSSSS! FILLING ME UP, FILLING THIS BUNNY WITH YOUR CUM! I’M CUMMING SO HARD, GONNA GET KNOCKED UP FOR REAL!” Her voice echoed off the walls, vulgar and triumphant, body arching off the rug as her pussy milked every drop.

 

Izuku kept thrusting through his release, prolonging the flood until it was completely full of his seed. Cum leaked around his base in thick rivulets, pooling beneath her ass. Rumi’s moans devolved into whimpers, her constant arousal finally abating in the afterglow, sweet, blissful, temporary relief.

 

They collapsed together, Izuku rolling to the side to avoid crushing her swollen form. Rumi’s hand cradled her distended belly, a lazy grin on her face. “Fuck… that was good. Eight girlfriends definitely upped your game.”

 

Izuku chuckled, breathless. “Kinda had to.”

 

Rumi’s grin was all fangs and mischief, her swollen belly still sloshing faintly as she propped herself on her elbows. “So,” she drawled, voice husky with challenge, “that all you got, kid?”

 

Izuku’s answering smile was slow, wicked. He flexed his hips, cock still buried to the hilt inside her, and made it twitch. A single, deliberate pulse that dragged a low, filthy moan from Rumi’s throat. The bulge in her abdomen jumped, cum sloshing around his unrelenting hardness.

 

“Fuck,” she hissed, eyes flashing hearts again. “Still rock hard. Bedroom! Now!”

 

She shoved off the rug, a huge rush of cum rushing down her thighs, and bolted. Izuku followed, the apartment a blur of open-plan kitchen and scattered gym bags. Rumi vaulted through the doorway, landing on the king-sized bed with a bounce that sent pillows flying. She spun onto all fours, then dropped her chest to the mattress, ass high in the air, thighs spread wide, tail twitching, pussy gaping and glistening with their mixed fluids.

 

“Get back to work,” she growled over her shoulder, ears flat, voice dripping with vulgar command. “You haven’t finished breeding the bunny yet. Pound my cunt till I’m leaking for days!”

 

Izuku stalked forward, cock bobbing heavy between his legs, already leaking fresh precum. He climbed onto the bed behind her, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

 

“Yes, ma’am!” he rumbled, and slammed home. He thrust forward, his meter-long cock spearing into her with brutal force. The penetration was savage this time, no slow build-up, just the swollen head parting her folds with a wet schlick, followed by the thick shaft stretching her walls wide. Her pussy clenched around him instantly, still sensitive from the last round, juices from her earlier orgasms mixing with the fresh flood of arousal. Her inner walls clenched tight around the intruding length as she let out a low, deep moan.

 

“Oh FUUUUUCK, Deku!” Rumi wailed, her voice echoing off the bedroom walls. She pushed back into him, grinding her ass against his pelvis as he bottomed out. The bulge in her belly jumped, the outline of his cockhead pressing outward like a fist beneath her skin. “SO, FUCKING, DHEEEEEP!!!” she hissed through clenched teeth, “STRETCHING MY HOOOLE!!! I CAN FEEL IT ALL, SPREADING MY INSIIIIIDES!!!”

 

Izuku pulled back slowly at first, letting her feel the drag, the way his cock slid out inch by inch, her pussy lips clinging to the shaft like they didn’t want to let go. Precum and her own juices coated him in a glossy sheen, dripping from the base where their bodies met. Then, with a sharp smack of his palm against her right ass cheek, he slammed back in. The impact rippled through her flesh, leaving a red handprint blooming on her tan skin. Rumi’s moan was guttural, her tail thrashing wildly.

 

“HMMMMMMN, HARDER!” she yelled, voice cracking with need. “SPANK ME AGAIN! BREED THE BUNNY HARDER, FUCK ME LIKE YOU WANNA BREAK ME DAMMIT!!!”

 

He obliged, hips pistoning with One for All at a controlled 8%, enough to make each thrust feel like a quake. When he pulled out the flared head tugged at her entrance, her folds puckering outward as if reluctant to release him, the thick midpoint of his shaft gliding free with an obscene squish! Strings of their mixed fluids stretched and snapped before he drove forward with unyielding power, the head breaching her cervix again, pushing into her womb like it belonged there. The bulge rose dramatically, tenting her belly from navel to ribs, sloshing the cum already trapped inside with every plunge.

 

Smack! Another spank, this one on her left cheek, the sound cracking like a whip. Rumi’s ass jiggled, the red marks glowing under the dim bedroom lamp. “YES! THAT’S IIIIIT! FUCK, YOUR DICK IS REALLY REARRANGING MY INSIIIIDES! POUNDING MY WOMB LIKE A DRUM, STRETCHING ME HOOOOLE!!!!” Her words spilled out in a vulgar torrent, gasping hard with every thrust. She loved the burn, the fullness, the way his cock filled her to bursting, every vein and ridge massaging her sensitive spots relentlessly.

 

Izuku’s pace quickened, hips snapping with rhythmic brutality. Pulling out slow enough to tease, her pussy walls contracting around the retreating length, milking him for every drop of precum. He then drove back in, a brutal shove that buried him balls-deep, his heavy sack slapping her clit with a wet thwack, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine. The room filled with the symphony of their fucking, the slick SCHLICK SCHLICK SCHLICK of his cock pistoning in and out, her moans rising in pitch, the bedframe creaking under the force.

 

“KEEP GHOOOOING!” Rumi screamed, biting her lower lip hard. Eyes squeezed shut, tears of ecstasy gathering at the corners as another climax built. “BREED ME HARDER! FILL THIS SLOPPY CUNT WITH MORE OF YOUR SEED! I WANNA FEEL IT THROBBING INSIDE ME, FLOODING ME… AHHH FUUUUUUCK, I’M CUUUUMMMINGH!!!”

 

Izuku leaned over her, one hand bracing on the mattress beside her head, the other delivering sporadic spanks with a smack, slap, smack! Until her ass glowed cherry-red. He got into it, voice rough and commanding. “How much do you love it, Rumi? Love my giant dick rearranging your guts?”

 

She rocked back into his thrusts, meeting him halfway, her ass slamming against his pelvis with desperate force. “I FUCKING LOVE IIIT!” she howled, voice breaking as the orgasm hit. Her pussy spasmed wildly, squirting around his shaft in hot gushes that soaked the sheets. “IT FEELS SO GOOD, STRETCHING MY HOLE! STUFFING EVERY INCH OF MY CUNT WITH COCK! AHHH, BREED ME AGAIN, PUMP MY WOMB FULL, PAINT MY WOMB WHITE WITH CUUUUUM!!!”

 

The climax ripped through her like lightning, her walls clamping down in rhythmic pulses, milking his cock as if begging for more cum. Rumi’s body shook, toes curling, tail twitching wildly. Izuku didn’t stop, thrusting through her release, the in-and-out motion relentless, her pussy gripping the retreating length like a glove until he drove it back in, burying deep with a wet plunge that made her belly bulge and slosh audibly.

 

“DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP, DON’T STOP, DON’T YOU DARE STOOOOOP!!!” she gasped, rocking harder, her ass grinding back in circles to feel every angle of him. “GHYEEEEESSSSS, CUMMING! I’M CUMMING SO HARD I CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING BUT DHIIIIICK!!!” she wailed. Her ass cheeks rippled with each hit, the pain blending into exquisite pleasure that had her moaning louder, more vulgar. “BREED ME, BREED THE BUNNYYYYYY!”

 

The bulge in her belly rose and fell like a tide, womb sloshing with every deep plunge, cum from the first round leaking out in thick dribbles. Rumi bit her lip again, stifling a scream as another wave crested. “I’M CUMMING AGAIN, DEKUUUU! HARDER, HARDER, DEEPER, FUCKING RUIN MEEEEEEE!!!!”

 

Izuku obliged, his rhythm turning feral, the bed shaking under them as he chased his own peak, lost in the vulgar symphony of her moans. His hips locked forward, burying every inch of his meter-long cock to the root. A low, guttural growl tore from his throat as his second climax hit, thick, scalding ropes of cum erupting like a geyser into Rumi’s already-stuffed womb. The taut skin stretched tight around his shaft, his cum sloshing audibly with each fresh jet. The pressure forced a final, explosive orgasm from her.

 

Rumi’s back arched off the bed, a keening, animalistic moan ripping from her throat, raw, primal, echoing off the walls like a howl in the wild. “BREEDING MEEEE!” she wailed, pussy clamping down in violent spasms, squirting around his shaft in messy arcs that soaked the sheets. Her thighs quaked, toes curling, tail thrashing as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Cum leaked in thick rivulets around his base, pooling between her feet, but most stayed trapped inside, locked in by his raw girth.

 

Izuku’s arms gave out. He collapsed forward, rolling them sideways to avoid crushing her distended belly. They landed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick, cum-soaked, and panting. Rumi’s ears flopped limp, her chest heaving, but the constant, quirk-fueled fire in her veins finally abated. For the first time in weeks, she felt… Calm.

 

Sated.

 

Tender even.

 

She curled into his side, one hand cradling the curve of her bloated stomach, the other tracing lazy circles on his chest. “Nmmmmmh, hold me,” she murmured, voice soft now, almost shy. “Just for a bit. I know it won’t last, but… Please.”

 

Izuku wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. Her swollen belly pressed warm against his side, sloshing faintly with every breath. He pressed a kiss to her damp forehead, saying nothing.

 

They shifted, finding a comfortable sprawl, her head on his shoulder, one of his legs tangled between hers. The room smelled of sex and peppermint, the sheets likely ruined beyond salvage. Rumi’s tail twitching idly.

 

After a long, quiet moment, she smiled, small and genuine. “FYI, you know I only said all that breeding stuff to crank the mood, right? Bunny heat’s a hell of a drug.”

 

Izuku chuckled, thumb brushing her ear. “Guessed as much. You good?”

 

“Perfect,” she sighed. Then, mischief creeping back: “Melissa needs to hurry up and nail that futa Quirk thing. If she manages a dick that matches your size and stamina? I’ll wife her up in a heartbeat.”

 

Izuku blinked. “If she’s got the dick, wouldn’t that make her your husband?”

 

Rumi barked a laugh, grabbed a pillow, and smacked him across the face with it. “Smartass.” She flopped back, grinning. “Fridge. Beer. Now. Hero’s orders.”

 

Izuku rolled off the bed, still naked, cock swinging heavily between his legs. “Yes, ma’am.”

 

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(Story by User: SailorIo)