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Spending weekends with Izuku has always been at the top of your list of favorite things, pretty much second only to the man himself. Can anyone blame you? Your rabbit-eared best friend (read: longtime crush) is pretty much the sweetest guy you"ve ever met, his mom is a wonderful woman, and often, you feel more at home curled up with Izuku on his bedroom floor (neither of you ever want to take the bed only to leave the other on the floor, resulting in a history of cuddling each other to sleep and entirely defeating the purpose of sleeping on the floor to begin with) than you do your own house most of the time.
Spending the weekend together has been a monthly ritual for the two of you for years now, beginning in your last year of middle school (consisting of an extremely flustered bunny) when you still lived in the same apartment complex. You"ve since moved and the years have been kind, the innocent ritual remaining steadfast no matter how busy you or Izuku got with school or training or any matter of thing.
Only... This weekend is different. Because in the past, the two of you were always in the dorms or at his mom"s apartment. There were always people somewhere nearby to pop their head in and offer fresh cookies or join in beating you at Mario Kart or put in a noise complaint if you laughed too loud.
In a way, there were always limits.
This weekend is the first in your new house, bought for a surprisingly low price that you can assume is the result of being relatively small and not in a very desirable area.
This weekend, you"re completely alone with him.
Realistically, it"s likely not that big of a deal. He"s just coming over to help you unpack after you spent the past week preparing for the move. A housewarming sleepover is the perfect way to get you used to sleeping in the new place, after all, and you"d be much more comfortable if Izuku were there with you! (Besides, free labor.)
But you can"t help but be a little high strung at the thought.
You"ve reminded yourself a thousand times now that it"s just Izuku. You trust him with your life, after all, and he"s trusted you with every secret he has (even those he"s technically not legally allowed to be disclosing to you). You were the first person he told about his new quirk, even before his own mom. So why the hell are you so nervous?
You"re busily and restlessly looking between kitchen cabinets to decide where your dishes will go when he arrives, landing three firm knocks on your front door. You greet him with a smile and nearly cry when you realize he"s brought flowers and pizza, his trademark nervous grin on his face.
"Great! This is the right place!" Izuku says, and you smile and step aside to let him in. "Your new place looks great, [name]!"
You smile, relaxing at his presence as you watch him walk in to explore. "Nothing"s really set up yet," you say as he investigates the new house. "I"ve got a couch, a table, and a lamp and that"s about it."
He turns to you, nose twitching excitedly. "It"s got a lot of potential! I can"t wait to help you get everything set up so we can really see how nice it is! Oh, and these are for you! I know it"s traditional to give something, you know, useful for a housewarming gift, but I-I wanted to congratulate you on finally getting enough together to get your own place, and I think having something nice to look at is useful, too, so--"
You accept the bouquet with a faint blush, smiling up at him. "I love them, Izuku. Thank you." (Privately, you think that just his presence here gives you something nice to look at, but you suppose the flowers will stay a little bit longer.)
There"s a quiet moment where the two of you just look at each other, and man, Izuku is really good at making you think he might actually be attracted to you, huh. (Probably just wishful thinking.) "Let"s... let"s go ahead and get started, yeah?" you say, eyes drifting hungrily to the box he has balanced on one hand. "I see you"ve brought pizza. I haven"t put together the chairs yet, wanna sit on the floor of my kitchen eating pizza?"
He chuckles, ruffling your hair. "Lead the way."
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An entire pizza between the two of you and with the entire kitchen unpacked, you fling yourself onto the couch with a sigh. "God, I"m so tired of this move already," you whine. "I just wanna be done already."
Izuku laughs as you drape yourself over the back of the couch dramatically, throwing an arm over your face. "That bad, huh?"
"Yes!" You take a moment to peek at him as he crouches by your TV, but his back blocks your view of what he"s actually doing. Instead, you watch his fluffy tail with amusement. It twitches whenever you speak, and you swear to god it"s the cutest thing you"ve ever seen. "I spent the past weeks packing when I wasn"t at work only to unpack it and I"m tired, "Zukuuuu."
"Well, what if we took a little break?" he offers with another twitch of his tail. He stands, brandishing your favorite controller as he circles around behind the couch to hand it to you. "You up for it?"
You roll your eyes, shifting to reach for the controller. The minute your fingers brush against it, though, Izuku takes a step back, his nose twitching quickly. The corners of his lips pull up into a poorly-concealed grin, and you sigh, flipping over and reaching for it again.
"Izuku..." you say, tone playfully warning as he pulls the controller just out of your reach a second time.
"You sure you want it?" he teases, pulling the controller just far enough away that you pop up on your knees, propping yourself on the back of the couch with one hand as you reach. "You want me to destroy you that badly?"
Ohgodpleaseyes--You choke, your hand slipping out from beneath you. Before he has the chance to be too concerned, you let out an annoyed noise and fling yourself over the back of the couch, chasing after him with a beet red face. Izuku yelps and runs the other direction when he sees you coming, hardly giving you the chance to break into a sprint before he"s down the hall.
He stops a few feet down, watching you with one ear raised up, the other dropping against his shoulder. The grin on his face is downright goofy, and you let out a small giggle before giving proper chase.
Izuku, naturally, is not one to be caught. Even without the use of One For All, bunnies are naturally very fast, and you learned fairly quickly that he does not get caught if he doesn"t want to be. Still, you"d be damned if you weren"t going to try. You try to tackle, he somehow manages to slip around you and back down the hall, evading you constantly until the two of you have bounded through every room of the house, narrowly avoiding boxes and as-of-yet still-disassembled furniture just to get your damn controller between his amused laughter.
Izuku stops and watches you again just as you"re starting to get out of breath, nose twitching a mile a minute. You come to a stop just in front of the couch, panting a bit from the exertion of chasing your fucking menace of a best friend around your house. He has both controllers held behind his back, and that"s about when he does the single cutest thing you"ve ever seen in your life.
He fucking binkies, leaping into the air a few feet as he flicks his head, his ears flopping with the movement. You let out a giggle, trying very hard not to completely lose your composure, and, in a fit of goofiness, mimic the motion. It doesn"t quite work the same when you"re not the adorable one with the bunny quirk, but apparently, it does something, because Izuku"s face goes full red in an instant, eyes widening as he searches your face.
He drops the controllers.
Your eyes flick to them as they hit the ground, and you realize that if you"re going to get those controllers you have to do it now. You make a move to sweep them off the ground, but the second you move, it"s apparently over for you.
The slightest sound of electric sparks reaches your ears before the wind"s knocked out of you, your back hitting your couch cushions roughly as Izuku slams into your body, one hand cradling the back of your head protectively before he straddles your waist, looking down at you with a downright ecstatic look, green lightning sparking around Izuku for just a moment longer as he stares down at you, nose still twitching like it"s run by a motor, ears straight up in the air, but that"s hardly the key detail here.
His face is beet fucking red as he stammers. "D-do you really mean that?"
"Uh... wait, mean what?" You tilt your head, a little flustered from suddenly getting tackled and pinned down by your incredibly attractive best friend. Is your head spinning, or is that just the room?
Fuck, are you imagining things, or does he look excited beneath all that blushing?
"Y-you did it back, usually that"s, uh, it means-- um..." The excitement drains from his face steadily and his expression drops. (His ears also drop.) You"ve never seen him look so wounded, and now you"re really confused. His next words tumble out of his mouth at a dizzying rate. "I-if you don"t know what I"m talking about then nevermind, I obviously messed up, I can leave--"
The moment Izuku pushes off you and stands, very obviously embarrassed and looking on the verge of tears, you regain your bearings just enough to tackle him back down so now he"s the one being pinned down. "No, you"re not backing out of this. Did I really mean what, Izuku?"
He stammers incoherently for a second, his eyes roaming over you like he"s not sure where to look, and you"re suddenly a little self-conscious at the fact that you"ve just pinned him to your couch with no room for interruptions if things were to go the way pinning someone down on a couch is probably supposed to go, but you refuse to let up until he gives you an answer. You bring a hand up to his cheek, swiping a thumb where the first of several tears is moments away from slipping out.
"Come on, Zu-kun. I obviously did something to upset you, and I don"t know what I did, and won"t know what I did until you explain it to me."
He lets out a shaky sigh, squeezing his eyes shut as if it"ll change the situation.
""Zuku..."
Finally, he opens his mouth to answer. "It"s, um, w-well, usually when rabbits, y"know, c-court each other, to, y"know..." His hands come up to cover his face in sheer embarrassment as he says the next words in a hushed hurry, so quick and quiet you almost don"t catch them. "Y-y"know, m-m-mate and stuff like that, they, uh..."
Hot shame floods your being as you slowly come to a realization of what, exactly, you may have implied to him.
"It"s, it usually, um, there"s, kind of a m-mating dance? And w-when, um, I-I didn"t really mean to, but um, at the end, i-if one of them binkies and the other d-does it back, it means, um--" He lets out a mortified whine. "P-please don"t make me explain it any more," he says finally, sounding defeated.
Oh. Oh.
Well, that"s something along the lines of a "disaster" if you"ve ever caused one.
"Oh fuck, I am so sorry, shit Izu. I didn"t mean to--"
"I-it"s okay," he mumbles, dragging his hands off his reddened face. "You can get off me now."
Jesus, he"s about seconds away from crying as he gently tries to push you off him.
Well, fuck. Unless you"re mistaken, the expression on his face is utter heartbreak. You"re already in the worst position possible here, so...
You lock your thighs in place around his waist to resist his gentle push. "Izuku, wait."
"[name], it"s okay. Please just, give me a minute to--"
"Izuku." You firmly place your hands on his chest, pushing him back down. "Please listen for a sec?"
His hands remain on you, but he stops pushing, not meeting your eyes as he waits in silence.
"I"m sorry. I didn"t realize that binkying back at you like that would imply that I, you know, wanted to get with you, but that doesn"t..." You chew your lip, locking your eyes on the controllers, still on the floor from when he dropped them. No backing out.
You mumble the last part (the most important part) so fast you almost hope he doesn"t hear you: "that doesn"t mean it was the wrong idea or anything--"
His head is still turned away, but his eyes flick to your face with a surprised sniffle. "...what?"
You furrow your brow, your heart hammering away in your chest. "God, please don"t make me say it again," you whine, your hands coming up to hide your own face.
"No, please say it again," he breathes. "I mean, I already misinterpreted once today and I don"t want to--"
You let out an embarrassed whine, pressing your hands to your face even harder. "I didn"t mean to say it but that doesn"t mean it wasn"t something I meant to say eventually," you hiss out slowly and much louder than you would have liked.
You peek at Izuku through your fingers, desperately looking for any reaction to tell you whether you just irreparably fucked things up with your best friend.
Izuku is, and always has been, a very expressive person. You"ve been able to gauge his emotions at a glance for as long as you"ve known him--even if he didn"t wear his heart on his sleeve, generally the angle of his ears and the movement of his nose or tail have always been more than enough to keep tabs on how your best friend is feeling.
Right now, though, aside from the flush on his cheeks and slight parting of his lips, Izuku is carefully blank. It"s like he"s shut down, mentally--blank eyes, nose still, mouth just slightly open but not with any hint of emotion to it. Not positive, not negative, just mild shock and a practiced blankness that has your face burning and you moving to get off him.
You feel him shift beneath you just a moment, and then once again, you yelp as you suddenly find yourself on your back, but this time, you"re not looking up at Izuku, because his lips are pressed to yours, one leg hanging off the couch while the other is wedged firmly between your legs. You can feel his hands tremble as they cup your face, your eyes blown wide with shock. He"s unpracticed, but his lips are soft and it"s him kissing you so enthusiastically that you really have no right to complain.
Your eyes flutter shut as you begin to kiss back, your hands gently coming up to tangle fingers in his hair. You let out the tiniest whimper as your reciprocation seems only to spur him on, him kissing you somehow even more passionately.
You can"t help but giggle into the kiss when you feel his nose twitching against your face, causing him to pull back just enough to breathe. His obsession with training over the years has clearly done him well--his breathing seems mostly unaffected by the kiss, while you lay there panting and trying to make sense of what the hell just happened.
Izuku watches your face for just a moment, seemingly shocked at his own actions, but leans in again, brushing his nose against yours adoringly. "I-I"m sorry, I was just... really happy..."
You let out another tiny giggle, leaning up to kiss him again. Much like in all other areas of his life, he"s quick to kiss back, already seeming to kiss you with a bit more precision than the first. He pulls back, hot breath ghosting against your lips as he whispers to you. "I-I"ve loved you for--" --he breaks off to plant another tiny kiss on your lips-- "--s-so, so long, [name]."
He goes to kiss your lips again, but whines when you turn your head so he hits your cheek instead. "I love you too, "Zuku," you hum, continuing to dodge his kisses playfully.
"[naaaame]," he whines. "I"ve got a lot of lost time to make up for, stop dodging me..."
Cute, sweet kisses are lovely and all, but as long as you"re trapped between his muscles and the couch, you might as well tease him a little, right? And you"ve got just the idea to push him a bit further.
You look up at him with a playful smile as he glares heatlessly at you. His hand, previously cupping your cheek sweetly, grows a little bit firmer in its hold in an attempt to hold your face in place so he can kiss your lips. He darts down to capture your lips again, exactly according to plan.
Your fingers, still entwined in the mop of green he calls hair, grip carefully and tug his head back before he can properly kiss you.
Bingo. You can"t help but grin with flushed cheeks as he immediately grinds his hips down onto your leg, letting out a breathy moan as something suspiciously firm and growing rubs against your thigh, bare from the shorts you dug out of your clothes this morning.
You watch his face in awe, his freckles disappearing among how purely red he"s gone, and give another gentle tug to his hair. This time, he borderline whimpers, hips moving like he"s being controlled. His eyelids flutter shut, hot pants causing his chest to heave as green eyes stare down at you, darker than you remember.
No lies here, the fact that he can"t help but grind on you is... really hot. So hot, in fact, that you can"t help but shoot him a teasing smirk as he watches you with half-lidded eyes. "Excited, Jackrabbit?" you muse.
He whines as his head drops to your shoulder. Quietly, so quietly you almost miss it, he mumbles, "how can I not be when you of all people finally take an interest in me?"
God, if he weren"t still grinding his hard-on against you, that would"ve been adorable. "If I"d known you were into me, we could"ve been doing this years ago, "Zuku baby." You punctuate your sentence with another tug to his hair, to which he retaliates by biting down on the crook of your neck, dragging a drawn-out moan from your throat.
He pulls off with a small giggle of his own, eyes staring down at you playfully. "Aw, are we sensitive, honeybun?"
You don"t dignify him with a response. At least, not a verbal one. You pull him back down for another heated kiss, lips moving against his as your hands slowly drift from his hair, down to his chest. You splay your palms out, just feeling his muscles for a second before you pull back, take a breath, and shove him as hard as you can. He lets out a tiny "guh?" before you"re straddling his hips, hands returning to his hair and lips returning to his.
He"s shocked, but clearly he"s more than happy to continue making out with you like this. You, however, have a curiosity stemming from years of Izuku dodging around you touching his ears that you just have to sate, so your hands slowly but purposely crawl up to the base of his ears, thumbs brushing the velvety appendages gently before you pinch the base and give them the slightest tug.
Izuku pulls back with a moan, shivering as you continue to thumb his ears in slight awe at their texture. "[n-name]~"
You bring a hand up to laugh. "Aw, are we sensitive, Izu?" you tease, drawing a glare from him. Just to drive it home, you shift and grind your hips down, planting both hands on his chest to steady yourself, effectively killing his glare as he lets out another shaky moan.
"T-that"s not fair," he whines.
"Life"s not fair," you muse, grinding down one more time before leaning down and tugging at his shirt. He doesn"t seem to notice, lost in pleasure just from grinding with his eyes closed. ""Zuku baby, can I see a bit more of you?"
Another whine tears from his throat, and he opens one eye to look up at you. "O-only if I--hah--get to see more of you, too."
You smile, locking your legs around his hips and giving him a show as you slowly peel your shirt off. When it"s over your head, you look down and wink, almost losing your composure completely.
His jaw"s dropped, eyes locked on your body, and when you wink, he bucks his hips up. You yelp, barely managing to steady yourself at the sudden force, and this time when you lean down and go to pull his own shirt off, he helps you wiggle it off of him. You suppress a groan at the sight of his bare chest, shifting up a bit so you"re straddling his abs and he can"t grind against you as easily. (You love it, but can"t have him getting too excited, now.)
Scarred, calloused hands settle on your waist as he just admires you, completely wordless. You"ve half a mind to be self-conscious about his lustful gaze on you, but it"s hard when you"ve got your own view to devour.
Izuku really is gorgeous. Sure, it"s not the first time you"ve noticed over the years. Where he was once your scrawny bunny boy, years of training and hero work have left him littered with scars and bursting with muscles, maintaining his lithe form without sacrificing any amount of strength. Among the scars is a smattering of freckles decorating his shoulders, and that"s just his body. To say nothing about his face, still young-looking despite the years and, as of right now, dripping with utter adoration for you.
"You"re gorgeous," he breathes, thumbs gently rubbing circles into your hips.
"Says you." You smooth your hands over his chest, dragging your nails teasingly. When you barely brush against his nipples, he shivers, letting out the slightest gasp. You smirk and repeat the motion, watching his face as his fingers twitch around your waist. You could honestly tease him like this for hours just to watch his face and feel his muscles as his stomach trembles between your legs. (Again, Izuku has always been the epitome of expressive, and it"s moments like these that you truly understand how much that shines.)
Izuku, however, has a better idea as he effortlessly sits up with you in his lap, trembling as he gives you a slow, charged kiss. (You"d like to imagine his thought process right now is something along the lines of "holy shit holy shit holy shit", but it"s difficult to tell.) When he pulls away, he buries his nose in your neck, letting out a shuddering sigh as you glance down over his back. "I-is it okay if I touch you, too?"
You stifle a laugh when you finally notice his tail hitting the couch a mile a minute, forgetting for a moment that Izuku asked you a question. "Just do it already, Jackrabbit," you tease. "You don"t have to ask."
He doesn"t waste a moment at your permission, immediately shoving your bra up and out of the way to take one of your breasts into his mouth, a hand coming up to knead the other one excitedly. For a moment, you simply hold him as he enjoys himself, letting out little gasps as he lathes a hot tongue over your nipple and lets out a tiny moan of his own. But naturally, your eyes drift to his tail again. The ball of fluff seems to be moving of its own accord, and honestly, you can"t resist drifting your hand down to grab it and give it a little tug.
The mouth on your breast leaves as Izuku immediately tosses his head back, letting out a strangled moan louder than you ever thought possible. His hands squeeze instinctively as his eyes roll back, ears falling back and brushing your hand as he momentarily loses himself.
Your face flushes as you watch his with renewed interest. You swear you can see hearts in his eyes, the blush on his cheeks creeping down his neck and shoulders, and holy fuck do you wish you had a camera ready. You want to look at that expression every day for the rest of your life.
He lets out a few garbled noises that might have been words, had he been two percent more coherent. Your laugh dies in your throat when, upon collecting himself, he gives you a look about four shades darker than you ever thought your sweet Izuku to be capable of. You knew he was gorgeous and fun and amazing, but now you can add "panty-dropper" to the list of words describing him.
You don"t fight back when he practically flings you back onto your back and clamors to hover over you, nipping at your neck as his hands find the waistband of your shorts. He yanks both your shorts and your panties down at once, leaving them to pool around your knees as the force pulls you back flush with his hips. When you give his tail another weak tug he growls into your neck. You"re gone. You"re officially gone. Between the not-so-gentle reminder that this boy can fling you around like a ragdoll whenever he wants (and that you kinda wanna thank him for doing so) and the growl, just...
Goodbye, panties. You"re living a better life now.
When he looks into your eyes with that same heated gaze from before, your breath catches in your throat. His voice, however, is far from matching when he speaks. "I-I really want to take things slow a-and do things right, b-but if you keep pulling my tail like that, my patience is gonna run out, you know?"
You watch his face with wide eyes for a long moment, pulling the most innocent face you can muster. "Pulling your tail like what, Jackrabbit?" you say teasingly.
And then.
And then.
You pull again.
Izuku"s moan turns to a whine and mixes with your own as he bites down on your neck a third time to muffle himself. He pulls up when he"s collected and reaches behind himself, one hand firmly wrapping around your wrist while the other grabs your other hand. Slowly, purposefully, he pins your wrists down in one hand, attempting to intimidate you with a glare. There"s no heat to it, though, especially not like this, not when there"s hearts in his eyes, not when he"s panting and sweating and blushing down his neck and you"re now fully aware that he moans like a goddamn pornstar.
To his credit, none of that makes you any less horny right now.
Now that he"s got your wrists pinned down, he takes another moment to just look at you with hungry eyes. They roam your disheveled form, paying particular attention to your tits as they bounce with every heavy breath. His eyes drift up to your face, and he swallows harshly at the look you"re giving him. It takes him just a moment longer of admiring you, the damn near animalistic look from before slipping away to something more Izuku before he speaks.
"I-if we"re going to do this, I want to make sure you feel good, too," he says evenly, no longer looking anything but purely genuine. "So please keep your hands to yourself for a little bit?" He tilts his head, ears flopping with the motion, eyes innocent as if he"s not asking you to hold still so he can drive you to madness without interruptions.
You nod slowly, swallowing a bit and stilling in his grasp. His fingers twitch, his face lights up, and for just a moment you swear he"s more like a puppy than a bunny.
He shifts, his hands releasing your wrists but hovering over them a moment longer. "If you need me to stop at all, just let me know, okay? The last thing I want to do is push you further than you"re okay with."
"Okay," you whisper breathlessly, watching with interest as he properly lets your wrists go. He glares playfully for a moment, watching to see that you don"t move your hands, and when he seems satisfied that you"ll actually listen this time, he begins tracing down your arms with featherlight touches.
He"s painfully slow in his movements, fingertips grazing your skin as he moves down. He briefly leans down and pecks at you softly, first your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then grazes your lips just enough to draw out a whine as he cups your cheeks. With every tiny kiss, he mutters against your skin-- "love you--" "--so much--" "--so fucking much."
"Love you more," you chirp sweetly.
"Hmm, that"s debatable," he hums. "But let"s come back to that later. Right now, there"s s-something I want to do."
With that, he continues running his hands down your body, smoothing his rough palms out just to feel your skin. He exhales slowly as he palms your breasts, smiling fondly down at you as you gasp. "You"re so soft..." he whispers, mostly to himself, as his nose twitches a single time. He only plays with your breasts for a moment before his hands continue to move down your body, eliciting a surprised giggle when his scarred hands smooth over your sides. He slowly moves in with both hands, dipping between your thighs, and just when you think he"s finally going to touch your dripping slit...
He gently parts your thighs and continues moving, lightening his touch as fingertips drag over your inner thighs. You let out a mournful cry when he continues down your legs, hands smoothing against your outer thighs and hooking underneath as he reaches your knees.
He exhales, flicks his eyes up to your face with a blank look that usually spells trouble. Without warning, he yanks you toward him in a controlled jerk, leaning down as you yelp. Before you can get your bearings, his hot tongue is dragging flat against your heat. You let out a moan that almost drowns out his own at the flavor.
"God, y-you"re so wet for me, [n-name]." His breath is hot against you, green eyes locked on yours. "You taste so good."
You"d like to respond, really you would, but he goes right back to eating you out, tongue firmly dancing over your clit before dipping into you. His hands grip your thighs as he enthusiastically gets to work, little moans peppering the space in between your own gasps and pants. You throw your head back as he works--he"s a messy eater, to be sure, but you swear you can feel him learning as he goes. He"s probably cataloging every noise you make, every twitch of your thighs, especially if the rhythm he quickly falls into is anything to go by.
When he moves to latch his mouth over your clit, his eyes closed as he loses himself to pleasuring you, and you"re so so close, maybe you can get away with at least winding your fingers through his hair--
The moment your hands move, his eyes shoot open, and he pulls away from your pussy with a look that screams nothing but disappointment, though it doesn"t quite cut. "Honeybun..." he says, voice husky and gently chiding, your slick glistening on his lips. "You said you"d keep your hands to yourself."
You instantly slam your hands back down to the couch, letting out a whine as you give him a pleading look. "B-but I wanna touch you, Izu," you whine out.
His hips buck against air at your words, his nose twitching in surprise as his eyes widen. Seeing a crack in his armor, you have to pounce. "Come on, Jackrabbit," you insist. "You"re so good to me. Can"t I make you feel amazing, too?"
He"s so stunned that he hardly reacts as you prop yourself up on one elbow, yanking him down for a hot kiss with a hand on the nape of his neck. You wrinkle your nose in distaste when you realize you can taste yourself on his lips, but that doesn"t mean you"re going to stop, not by any means. You lift a knee, opening one eye to make sure you"re aiming correctly, and rub against his aching bulge just as his tongue slips into your mouth.
The poor boy jerks away from your mouth, letting out a quiet, drawn out moan as his cock twitches against your knee.
He stares at you for a moment, face flushed and breathing heavy as tiny tears form at the corners of his eyes. "I-I"m so sorry, [name], I wanted you t-to--"
You cut him off with a sweet kiss, locking lips with him as you carefully shimmy out of your bra and bottoms (both having been left hastily shoved out of the way), tossing them out of the way. When you"re properly stripped, you gently push him back so you"re both sitting up and pull away with a sweet smile.
"We"re only done here if you want to be, Zuzu," you say, dripping with affection (and perhaps maybe something else).
He immediately shakes his head, ears following the motion as his face flushes worse. "N-no, I want to... I want to keep going."
You chuckle softly and slide off the couch, gently guiding him to sit in front of you properly before you reach up to toy with the zipper of his pants. "Then, let"s keep going, hm~?"
He nods, nose twitching relentlessly as you slowly pull his zipper down and slide your hands into his pants. You cheekily smooth your hands over his ass before actually beginning to pull his pants and boxers off in one go. You giggle as his cock springs out, somehow still hard despite the obvious mess of cum clinging to his thighs and the inside of his boxers. You slowly lean forward, sure to make eye contact with him. Instead of going for the mess he"s made just yet, however, you run a thumb through some of his cum and smear it over his abs, just to have an excuse to lick it off.
You"re slow and sweet as you lick up his abs, arms wrapping loosely around his waist. The look he gives you is almost one of betrayal as you pull back, and you bring a hand to your lips with a coquettish grin.
"Sorry Izu baby, I"ve been wanting to do that for the longest time," you admit, resting your arms on his legs and your head on your arms.
He groans lowly at the admission, head dropping back. "H-how long--" he breathes out, cutting off when you drag a finger over his length.
God, even his cock is gorgeous. Long, thick, honestly just a little bit intimidating. You"re functionally a virgin thanks to your formative years spent being silently in love with a certain green rabbit boy, so you"re a little concerned that he"ll split you in half when you actually fuck.
...You might not complain if he does.
You admire it with adoring eyes as he whimpers. "Now"s not the time for asking questions, Jackrabbit," you coo, glancing up at him for only a moment before wrapping your hand around his cock. (Christ, you can barely wrap your whole hand around it.) "I was good long enough, so you"ll let me return the favor, right?"
"I"ll be good," he whines, bucking into your hand something fierce. "I"ll be good so please, [name], please--"
You lift your head from where it rests, guiding his tip to your mouth to press a tiny kiss there. Izuku whimpers in response, attempting to buck his hips again. You smile, snaking an arm around behind him to gently run your thumb over the fluff of his tail. You keep a light hold on it, just touching it enough to feel it as you take a deep breath in preparation. When you"re ready, you lean forward again slowly, teasingly breathing hot air onto his cock before finally, finally taking him into your mouth.
"Fuck," Izuku breathes as your mouth closes over him, gripping the couch cushions with white knuckles.
If you thought you"d take this slow and teasing, well, regrettably, Izuku can"t seem to control himself well enough for that. He bucks into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with ease as you choke. You tug his tail ever-so-slightly as a warning, but his response is almost more than the way he lost his mind earlier--his hips move frantically, leaving you to do nothing but relax and take his cock down your throat.
"I-I"m sorry," he babbles. "Y-your mouth is so-- so good, you"re so good for me, honeybun, I"m sorry, I don"t think-- ahn~ I don"t think I can be good like you asked, it"s too good, you"re too good, s-soooooooo--"
You manage to tear yourself away from him just in time for him to erupt, hot ropes of cum hitting your face and the top of your breasts, precious little making it into your mouth as you gasp for air. His tail twitches in your hand as he babbles, legs shaking and feet gently thumping the floor. You gently, carefully, clean him up, pausing to grab your discarded shirt and wipe your face off.
When you"re both clean and still out of breath, you rest your head against his leg, tilting up at him sweetly as you trace small, soothing circles over his opposite thigh. "You said you"d be good, but I guess this makes us even, huh, "Zuku?"
He mutters something you don"t quite catch.
"What was that?"
"I said--" --you"re suddenly tackled once again, skidding across the floor from sheer force as Izuku pins you down-- "--not. yet."
Well. Mark me down as scared and horny, I guess.
"S-still raring to go, Jackrabbit?" you force out in your best teasing tone. "Huh, guess it"s true what they say about fucking like--"
"Hush," he hisses out in a dark tone. You gulp; all the adoration and sweetness you"re used to from him has melted away, leaving only something dark and carnal in his eyes that has you shivering. And then, almost instantaneously, he slips into a saccharine tone. "Be a good girl and let me take care of you, okay sweetheart?"
Oh god. You nod so quickly it"s dizzying, so slightly that if it were anyone other than Izuku watching you, they might not notice. But it is Izuku and he notices, just like he notices your breath hitching when he does something right, notices how you respond to his praise, notices how you watch him, excited and intimidated all at once, and the smile he gives you is deceptively sweet and innocent and so so unsuited to the situation at hand that if the circumstances were different, you"d laugh. But you"re not laughing. Not when you feel his head prod against your entrance and circle teasingly.
He doesn"t tease you for long, though. One whine from you is all it takes for him to slide into you, made easier by how soaked you get the moment his goddamn guttural groan reaches your ears. He shakes as he enters you at a torturous pace, drawing a cry from your lips as you feel yourself stretched in a way you"ve never been before. The slightest squelch fills your living room as he finally bottoms out in you and stills to let you adjust to his size.
You"re not sure whether to thank every deity that he"s got at least enough self control to let you adjust (or that he"s going to fuck you at all) or to plead for him to please god just rearrange my guts already before you lose your fucking mind. Izuku forces himself to open his eyes and watch you as you take him in, biting his lip as your face contorts. It"s so much, so much to not just ruin you right off the bat, but he"s careful to wait and not hurt you... too badly, at least.
You just watch him, meeting his eyes with a half-lidded gaze of your own as you pant and lie still. After a moment, Izuku realizes why you"re so still and quiet--
His head drops into your shoulder as he chuckles. "You really are so good for me, honeybun. Are you ready?"
"P-please~" you mewl into his ear.
That"s all he needs to hear. Slowly, carefully, he pulls out of you until just the tip of his cock is left throbbing inside of you, and then he snaps his hips forward in one sharp motion. That damn smile drops from his face, his jaw going slack as he starts a slow pace, trying his absolute damnedest to not completely lose himself. As much as he adores watching your expressions, he can"t help but throw his head back, eyes squeezing shut as he pistons into you, panting heavily.
"Hah~ Fuck, [name], y-you"re so-- so tight~"
When he finally brings himself to take a peek down at you, he can"t help the sudden increase in both speed and force as he grips your hips. With every thrust, your tits bounce in response, and your expression is nothing short of starstruck as he damn near slams into you. Before he even realizes it, a stream of words fall from his lips, every one of them truthful, adoring, and just a little bit incoherent. Your mouth hangs open in silence, unable to even moan as he drills into you at a pace quickly approaching brutal speeds.
"God, y-you feel so much-- so much better than I ever expected-hoped-dreamed about, honeybun, and I really mean that, really mean that, you"re so-- guh, so tight around me, i-it"s hard to believe you weren"t made to take my cock, you know? You"re so hot and wet and tight and I-- I-love-you-love-you-love-you oh godddd I love you so much you"re so gooooooood~"
If you were able to focus enough to think, let alone speak, you"d probably make some comment about how he"s literally fucking you like a rabbit, but it"s all you can do to claw desperately at his back, legs locking weakly around his hips as you quiver beneath him. Between the way he"s babbling nonsensically to you and the wet slaps filling the room and the charming sloppy-enthusiastic way he"s fucking you relentlessly it"s almost too much. If you can walk after this, it"ll be nothing short of a miracle.
You"ve been almost silent, practically unable to moan due to the overwhelming bliss from being stretched out so deliciously, but the keen that tears from your throat as the building knot in your stomach finally snaps is loud, nails dragging down his back one last time as your tongue lolls out of your mouth.
There"s not really any doubt left in Izuku"s mind that he"s fucked you stupid, not with your walls fluttering around him, not with your hands desperately moving, searching for something, and he"s got an idea of what it is when your hand brushes his tail and yanks, rougher than you have before, hard enough to send him crashing over the edge with you and nearly making his legs give out from the pleasure.
Izuku"s vision blacks out as the pleasure crashes over him, the pair of you riding out your orgasms in tandem as he paints your walls white. You"re dizzy as he finally collapses on top of your body, shuddering and not bothering to pull out of you as he rests his cheek against your heaving breasts.
"Holy shit, Izuku," you breathe, hands tangling in his hair as you stare up at your ceiling.
"Now we"re even," he says, shaking a bit as he chuckles.
"I hope you know I"m never letting you go." His hair is soft as you nuzzle into it. "Holy shit."
"Aw, am I that good?" he teases, slowly pulling out of you. You whine at the loss. "Shh, it"s okay, honeybun. I promise that won"t be the last time."
"Thank god," you mumble, playing with his hair lazily. "Go out with me."
"No."
Your hands still, your blood running cold. "Oh."
"You go out with me," he finishes, smiling against you.
You lightly smack the back of his head. "You scared me, dick."
"Is that a yes?"
You go back to playing with his hair. "I guess. But you have to go out with me, too."
"Yes, that"s how it works."
"Really?" you retort. "You had me fooled, rejecting me so you could ask me out instead."
"What can I say?" He lifts his head, pushing himself up to plant a soft kiss on your lips. "I wanted to win."
"You could"ve killed me, Izu," you whine. "You"re heavy and then you say no--"
He rolls his eyes, nuzzling into your neck. "You know I could never actually say no to you, right?"
"Oh~? Are you saying you"re too in love?" you tease.
He giggles, pressing tiny kisses along your neck. "Yes, I am. I"ve been in love with you since middle school. Got a problem with it, honeybun?"
"O-oh." Huh.
"What? Got nothin" to say to that?" he teases.
"S-sorry, I"m just... fuck, you"re saying I could"ve had you years ago?" You press a kiss to the top of his head, right between his ears. "I"ve been in love with you for just as long and this whole time I"ve just been pining instead of kissing you."
"Pining?" he echoes, rolling off of you with a grunt. He immediately wraps his arms around you to pull you flush with his side, smirking at your little squeak of surprise.
You blush, burying your face in his chest. "Y-yeah, I said it. Pining."
"Tell me more, Honeybun. I"m interested to know exactly what you mean." A large hand drifts up to card through your hair affectionately, and you sigh as you toss an arm over him.
"Izuku," you whine. "It"s embarrassing."
"Please, [name]?"
"...fine," you mumble. "I was always... You were always so sweet and kind and passionate, and in middle school you were cute and I wanted to protect you. But then we got to high school, and oh no he"s hot, I guess... I mean, shit, Izu, you got muscles. And scars. I know you don"t like them much but they"re hot."
""Hot", huh...?"
You don"t have to look at him to note how much he"s clearly enjoying this. "Keep making fun of me and you can sleep on the floor tonight."
"That"s okay, as long as you"re here, too," he replies without missing a beat. "Do you wanna get up and go wash up? I can"t imagine all that feels very comfy right now."
You laugh nervously. "I"d love to, but, uh. I still can"t feel my legs. I don"t think I can walk."
Izuku lets out an affronted gasp as he sits up. "[name]. I"m offended at the implication that I"d make you walk." He pushes himself up. "You wait here, and I"ll run you a bath."
"Mm... no," you reply, watching him with subtle amusement. "Run us a bath, Jackrabbit."
He laughs, shooting you a wink. "Anything for you, Honeybun. I"ll be right back."
He rushes off on shaky legs. You slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles when he returns not even a moment later.
"Hey, [name]?"
"Hm? Could it be that you don"t know where my bathroom is?"
He rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. "Maybe."
You laugh. "Down the hall, first door on your right."
"Right. Gotcha! Thanks, Honeybun. Oh, one more thing?"
"What"s that?"
His expression shifts, eyes dripping with fondness as he looks you over. "I love you."
Your heart swells, smile unwittingly stretching your cheeks at the confession. "I love you too, Izuku."