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The love hotel room was dim and velvet-soft, all low red lighting and mirrored walls that reflected every angle back at them. The door had barely clicked shut behind them when Shoto let out a sharp, huffy little breath, ears flat against his fluffy white-and-red hair.

”…Ufh.”

He stood in front of the full-length mirror, cheeks burning, fingers tugging irritably at the thigh-high stockings Izuku had made him wear. The girls’ uniform clung to him like it was painted on—short pleated skirt barely covering the swell of his ass, crisp white blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the delicate lace bra underneath, and those sheer black stockings stretching tight over his slim, pale thighs.

“These feel stupid,” he muttered, voice tight and flustered.

He yanked at the top of one stocking again, the fabric snapping back against his skin with a soft thwack. And his tail flicked behind him in annoyance, curling up high enough to lift the back of the skirt and flash the panties hugging the curve of his ass and the soft, already-damp outline of his pussy.

”…”

Izuku sat on the edge of the heart-shaped bed, elbows on his knees, green eyes locked on him like he was starving.

He was.

But…he didn’t say a word at first. Just watched.

Every tug Shoto gave the stockings made the sheer material dig into the plush flesh of his thighs, the way the fabric stretched and released, the way his legs trembled just slightly from the sensation. The way it bit into his skin in the most obscene way. It was hypnotic.

The tail kept curling higher, swishing, giving Izuku teasing little glimpses of those panties that clung to his boyfriend’s most intimate parts. 

Shoto caught Izuku’s stare in the mirror and his ears flicked back, a bratty scowl pulling at his lips even as his cheeks went darker.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he huffed, tugging the skirt down again only for his tail to flick it right back up. “Why’d you even put me in this stupid uniform anyway? I look ridiculous.”

Izuku’s bunny ears twitched hard at the top of his head. The scent of Shoto—that sweet, needy, catboy heat of vanilla and sins already blooming made his head spin, and his dick throb hard.

…Fuck.

“You don’t look ridiculous,” Izuku said, voice low and rough, nothing like his usual sweet tone.

”…I mean, your ass looks—”

”Shut up!—“ Shoto’s tail jerked, lifting the skirt even higher.

Izuku’s eyes darkened.

He stood up slowly, stepping closer until he was right behind Shoto, chest almost brushing his back, watching their reflections in the mirror like he was memorizing every single detail.

“I’m serious. Keep pulling at them,” he murmured against Shoto’s ear, breath hot. “…Your thigh-highs.”

”I like the way your thighs look when you do that.”

Shoto’s breath hitched, ears flattening again as he tried to glare at Izuku through the mirror, but his tail betrayed him—curling high and needy, panties now visibly soaked.

Izuku’s hands moved before Shoto could finish his glare.

Big, warm palms slid down and grabbed the backs of his thighs, fingers digging into the soft, stocking-covered flesh with just enough pressure to make the sheer fabric bite deeper. Shoto’s breath caught hard, a tiny, involuntary sound slipping out as his legs trembled under the sudden grip.

His face twitched—an adorable little pout forming on his lips, brows furrowing even as his mismatched eyes went half-lidded in the mirror, ears flattening.

Izuku hunched over him from behind, broad chest pressing against Shoto’s back as he crowded closer. One hand stayed locked on Shoto’s thigh, squeezing, kneading the plush meat like he couldn’t stop himself. The other hand reached around, fingers hooking into the collar of the white blouse and slowly, deliberately pullled it down further.

The fabric gave easily.

It dragged down Shoto’s collarbones, then lower, until the delicate lace bra was fully on display—thin straps sitting pretty on his shoulders, cups barely covering anything. Shoto’s flat chest was flushed a deep pink, nipples already tight and visible through the sheer white lace, rising and falling fast with every shaky breath.

“Look at you,” Izuku murmured, voice low and rough, nothing like the sweet student everyone else knew. His breath ghosted hot over the shell of Shoto’s ear. “You’re so pretty in this… you’re not even filling out the bra, baby. Just soft and flat for me.”

Shoto’s pout deepened, cheeks burning hotter, but he didn’t pull away. Couldn’t. Not when Izuku’s fingers were still gripping his thigh hard enough to leave marks under the stockings, while his other hand traced the edge of the bra, thumb brushing teasingly over one sensitive nipple.

“Obviously I can’t fill it out. You’re… such a pervert,” Shoto huffed, voice breathy and bratty even as his tail curled tighter, brushing against Izuku’s stomach like it had a mind of its own. “Making me wear this stupid uniform just so you can stare…”

He huffed, loud and petulant, a sound that made Izuku’s breath hitch low, a hungry sound rumbling in his chest. “Mm… I love seeing you in women’s attire,” he breathed against Shoto’s ear, voice rough and thick with rut.

One hand slid higher, palm dragging up the inside of Shoto’s thigh until his fingertips teased just beneath the hem. “Is that wrong? Skirt so short it barely covers anything… every time you move, I get to see how wet you get for me.”

His other hand stayed at Shoto’s chest, tugging the blouse collar even lower so the lace bra sat fully exposed. Izuku’s thumb circled one flushed nipple through the thin fabric, slow and deliberate, watching in the mirror as the flat plane of Shoto’s chest heaved.

“And this…” Izuku murmured, lips brushing the shell of Shoto’s ear, “this cute, little chest. Just soft and pretty and sensitive, It drives me crazy. Makes you look so innocent even when we both know you’re not.”

Shoto’s ears jerked, a fresh wave of heat flooding his face. “Shut up,” he huffed, but his voice cracked, hips twitching back against Izuku’s hard dick despite himself. “Stupid… pervert…”

But Izuku’s hands didn’t stop.

They tightened on Shoto’s thighs first, thick fingers digging in with slow pressure, kneading the soft, stocking-clad flesh like he was testing how much give there was. The sheer black fabric stretched and dimpled under his palms, the material pulling taut every time Shoto’s legs trembled. Each squeeze sent a fresh ripple up Shoto’s slim thighs, the muscles twitching helplessly as the heat from Izuku’s skin bled straight through the nylon.

Shoto’s breath hitched, a shaky little pant escaping before he could bite it back. His ears flicked flat against his hair, tail lashing once before curling high and tight.

“Izuku—” he started, voice already thinner than he wanted, but the protest died when Izuku’s hands slid higher.

They moved to his ass without warning, big palms cupping the round, plush cheeks through the skirt. Izuku squeezed hard, thumbs pressing into the underside where thigh met ass, lifting and spreading the soft flesh so the soaked panties pulled even tighter across Shoto’s pussy. The thin white lace stretched obscenely, the fabric darkening further as more slick leaked out, clinging to every fold and making the shape of his pretty little cunt completely visible.

A low, hungry sound rumbled in Izuku’s chest.

He pushed forward, crowding Shoto harder against the full-length mirror until Shoto’s flushed chest met the cool glass.

The flat plane of his torso pressed flush to the reflective surface, bra scraping lightly against it, nipples tight and sensitive from the sudden chill. Shoto’s cheek and collarbones fogged the mirror with every shaky exhale, his mismatched eyes wide and glassy as he stared at their reflection.

Izuku didn’t let up.

His hands worked Shoto’s ass in slow, filthy circles, kneading the soft meat, pulling the cheeks apart and then pushing them back together so the soaked panties rubbed and dragged over his swollen clit with every motion.

The stretch made the lace dig into Shoto’s folds, outlining every slick, puffy inch. A thin string of wetness already clung to the inside of one thigh, catching the low red light of the love hotel room.

“Wow…look at that,” Izuku murmured, voice rough and reverent, ears twitching hard as he watched over Shoto’s shoulder. “Your getting so wet just from me playing with your butt…”

Shoto’s thighs trembled harder, knees threatening to buckle as another shaky pant fogged the glass. He tried to glare at Izuku through the reflection, but it came out soft and glassy instead, lips parted, cheeks burning dark pink.

“You’re… disgusting,” he huffed, the words breathless and broken. His tail curled tighter around Izuku’s waist, the fluffy tip brushing against the hard line of Izuku’s dick full of instinct. “Just because I’m wearing this stupid skirt… you’re acting like you’ve never seen me naked before—”

Izuku cut him off with a firmer spread of his cheeks, thumbs hooking under the edge of the panties and tugging them aside just enough to let cool air kiss Shoto’s dripping pussy. The sudden exposure made Shoto jolt, a soft, mortified whimper slipping out as his hips twitched forward, pressing his flat chest harder against the mirror.

“I’ve seen you naked,” Izuku breathed, lips brushing the sensitive shell of Shoto’s cat ear. “But never like this. Never in a little skirt with a tail...” He squeezed both cheeks again, spreading them wide so the mirror caught the obscene stretch, the way Shoto’s slick folds glistened and fluttered under the stretched fabric. “How is this possible…? You look so innocent and slutty at the same time... Only Sho can manage something like that, huh?”

Shoto’s whole body shuddered.

His thighs quivered visibly now, the stockings stretched so tight they looked seconds from tearing.

Izuku’s fingers kept working, kneading, spreading, teasing the edge of Shoto’s hole without ever pushing inside, letting the panties snap back against his clit over and over until Shoto was panting openly against the glass, fogging it in quick, desperate bursts.

“…It’s not even the clothes, you know. Just seeing you…” Izuku whispered, voice dark with rut, hips grinding slow and filthy against Shoto’s ass so he could feel the thick, throbbing length trapped in his pants. “I feel like my mind’ll go crazy.”

Shoto’s ears flattened completely, but he didn’t pull away.

He couldn’t.

Izuku’s eyes were half-lidded, heavy and dark, the bright green almost swallowed by blown pupils as the rut burned through him like wildfire.

He slid one hand up from Shoto’s thigh, fingers threading firmly into the soft two-toned hair at the nape of his neck.

…Without warning he tugged—not rough enough to hurt, but hard enough to pull Shoto’s head back, arching that pretty neck and forcing those mismatched eyes to meet his in the mirror.

Shoto’s breath stuttered.

Izuku crashed their mouths together in the same heartbeat.

The kiss was deep, filthy, and claiming, Izuku’s tongue pushing past Shoto’s lips instantly, licking into him like he was starving, tasting the sweet, flustered heat of his mouth while his free hand kept kneading the plush meat of Shoto’s ass.

He swallowed every tiny, muffled whimper Shoto tried to hide, tilting his head further back so he could kiss him even deeper, slower, wetter.

All the while, Izuku’s mind catalogued every single detail like he was memorizing a new map of Shoto’s body.

The way those slim hips jerked helplessly when Izuku’s fingers dug in harder, the sharp little dip of his waist that looked even more delicate now under the bunched-up blouse and uniform skirt.

The quirk had made everything more pronounced—the way Shoto’s spine arched so prettily against the mirror, the soft tremble that ran down his thighs every time Izuku spread his cheeks wider and let the soaked panties snap back against his swollen clit. Even the flat plane of his chest looked more sensitive, nipples budding and flushed dark pink, rising and falling faster with every ragged breath.

Izuku pulled back just enough to bite Shoto’s bottom lip, sucking on it before diving back in, tongue stroking deep while his hand on Shoto’s ass kept working him open. He spread those soft cheeks again, slower this time, thumbs pressing into the flesh so the mirror caught the obscene stretch of the white panties clinging to Shoto’s pussy.

…Fuck, Izuku thought.

He’s so much wetter like this. The quirk made his pussy so sensitive… every little tug on the stockings makes him drip more.

Shoto’s tail tightened around Izuku’s waist, the fluffy tip trembling as it tried to pull him closer, a bratty little sound vibrating against Izuku’s tongue—half protest, half needy moan.

Izuku drank it down, kissing him harder, tongue fucking into his mouth in the same rhythm his fingers were teasing along the edge of the panties. He noted the way Shoto’s slim hips rolled back instinctively, chasing the pressure even as he tried to stay stubborn.

The quirk had heightened everything: the way his ears kept twitching and flattening, the way his thighs shook harder when Izuku kneaded the soft flesh right under the curve of his ass, the way his flat chest pressed flush to the cool glass and left foggy imprints of his nipples with every shaky exhale.

“You feel so good,” Izuku groaned into the kiss, voice wrecked and low. He pulled Shoto’s head back a fraction more, just enough to speak against his swollen lips. “The quirk made you even prettier like this. I didn’t even think you could get more responsive than you originally are.”

Shoto’s eyes fluttered, glassy and unfocused in the mirror, cheeks burning crimson.

“I-Izuku…” he panted, the words muffled and breathy against Izuku’s mouth. “You’re… you’re such a pervert… staring at me like—”

Izuku cut him off with another deep, filthy kiss, tongue stroking slow and possessive while his hands kept kneading, spreading, playing with every soft inch of Shoto’s ass and thighs. He drank in the way Shoto’s body reacted—the tiny jolts, the way his slim hips tried to grind back, the way his flat chest heaved faster against the mirror with every new observation Izuku burned into his memory.

He was going to remember every single detail.

The way the stockings dug into Shoto’s thighs when they shook.

The way his pussy fluttered visibly under the stretched lace.

The way his tail curled tighter the wetter he got.

Izuku was never going to forget how perfect his boyfriend looked like this—quirk or not.

And he was only just getting started.

In one smooth, effortless motion, Izuku suddenly spun Shoto around with casual force, turning him to face him fully. Before Shoto could even gasp, strong hands slid under his thighs and lifted him clean off the floor like he weighed nothing. The bunny quirk combined with One For All made Izuku’s strength absurd, effortless. Shoto’s legs instinctively wrapping adound Izuku’s waist, the short pleated skirt riding all the way up around his hips as his back arched.

“W-wait—!” Shoto started, cat ears flicking in surprise, but the protest was swallowed the second Izuku crashed their mouths together again.

The kiss was deep and hungry, Izuku’s tongue pushing past Shoto’s lips to lick inside, claiming every shaky breath and whimper. He carried Shoto across the room without breaking it, steps steady despite the way Shoto’s tail lashed wildly behind them, brushing against his back and thighs with every movement.

”…You’re… you’re such a brute…!” Shoto huffed,  arms looping tight around Izuku’s neck, clinging as he was carried like he was weightless, the black stockings rubbing against Izuku’s sides.

By the time Izuku reached the large heart-shaped bed, Shoto was already panting into the kiss, cheeks flushed darker, ears trembling.

Izuku laid him down with surprising gentleness for how feral his eyes looked, but the second Shoto’s back hit the soft mattress, Izuku was on top of him, caging him in with his bigger body.

“Mm—!”

The kissing turned messier, needier.

Izuku licked into his mouth like he was starving, sucking on Shoto’s tongue, biting at his bottom lip, not giving any of them a chance to breathe, like he’d die if they separated.

…Thankfully,

He pulled back just enough to look down at Shoto, green eyes dark and half-lidded, bunny ears twitching hard.

His breathing was ragged, chest heaving as he took in every detail—the way Shoto’s flat chest rose and fell quickly under the lace bra, nipples tight and flushed dark pink against the thin fabric, the way his cat tail curled and thwacked restlessly against the sheets, the way his mismatched eyes were glassy and half-lidded.

“God… you smell so fucking good,” Izuku groaned, nose dragging along the side of Shoto’s neck, inhaling deep.

The sweet, heady scent of Shoto’s heat was thicker now, mixed with the faint floral perfume from the love hotel and the unmistakable musk of slick.

“I wonder if you taste even better…”

He already knew the answer.

He knew Shoto would taste sweet and addictive, especially right now with the quirk making everything more sensitive, more wet, more desperate.

“…Fuck.”

The thought of burying his face between those stocking-clad thighs, licking and sucking at that pretty pussy until Shoto was mewling and crying and begging, had Izuku’s mouth watering.

“Don’t… say stupid things like that,” his boyfriend had huffed. But Izuku just cut him off with another deep kiss, tongue sliding against Shoto’s again, slow and filthy, while one hand slid down to grip his thigh hard.

It was open-mouthed and greedy, every time Shoto tried pulling back for air, Izuku chased his mouth, licking and sucking until Shoto was melting underneath him, sweat beading aggressively on both their skins.

Izuku’s mind was spinning with it—the taste he was craving, the way Shoto’s pussy would feel hot and slick on his tongue, the way those cat ears would probably flatten and those pretty mismatched eyes would roll back when he finally got his mouth on him.

He already knew it would ruin him. He already knew Shoto would taste like heaven and sin all at once, especially with the quirk making him this wet and sensitive.

He kissed Shoto harder, hips grinding down slow and filthy, letting him feel exactly how hard and heavy he was against that soaked  pussy while his hands kept roaming, kneading, teasing, edging him right to the brink without giving him what he needed.

“Izuku…please—I need you…“

…Maybe more begging like that, and Izuku just might.

The classroom was quiet after the final bell, sunlight slanting through the windows in long golden beams across empty desks. Only three figures remained: Aizawa standing at the front with his arms crossed and capture weapon dangling loosely around his neck, and the two students standing before him, shifting awkwardly on their feet.

Izuku’s new bunny ears twitched constantly, soft colored same as his hair, a fluffy tail poking out from the back of his uniform pants, twitching in nervous little bursts.

Shoto stood beside him, heterochromatic cat ears flattened slightly against his two-toned hair, a sleek tail with split sides swaying slowly behind him, betraying his unease despite his otherwise calm expression.

Aizawa sighed, long and exhausted.

“…You two are some of my most capable students,” he said flatly, rubbing his eyes. “And yet you let a group of delinquent middle-schoolers with unlicensed emitter quirks hit you dead-on.”

”Explain.”

Izuku’s face burned bright red, freckles standing out sharply. “I-It was my fault, Sensei! I thought I could talk them down and de-escalate the situation, but then one of them panicked and—”

“And I got in the way trying to help,” Shoto finished quietly, voice even but his tail giving a sharp, irritated flick, betraying the flush creeping up his neck. “It was… careless.”

Aizawa stared at them for a long moment, taking in the full sight.

Izuku’s fluffy new appendages, Shoto’s sleek ears and elegant tail, both of them clearly flustered and trying to act normal.

“The doctor confirmed it’s temporary. Forty-eight to seventy-two hours at most,” Aizawa continued, voice dry. “You’ve both been cleared from patrols and heroics until it wears off. Go rest. Try not to cause any more incidents.”

He waved a hand dismissively, already turning toward his sleeping bag in the corner like the conversation had drained what little energy he had left.

Izuku bowed quickly. “Thank you, Sensei!”

…Shoto gave a small, polite bow as well, ears still slightly pinned back.

As they turned to leave, Izuku’s hand brushed lightly against Shoto’s lower back—a small, secret touch that lingered just a second too long, making Shoto’s tail curl in response, the tip brushing against Izuku’s thigh before he quickly pulled it away.

The moment they stepped into the empty hallway and the door clicked shut behind them, the air between them shifted.

”…”

Izuku let out a shaky breath, bunny ears perking up as he glanced sideways at Shoto.

His voice dropped, softer now, almost reverent.

“…Your ears look really cute like that, Shoto.”

Shoto’s cat ears flicked, and he turned his head away, cheeks still faintly pink.

”Hmph…”

“…Don’t start,” he muttered.

The UA common room buzzed with the usual late-afternoon energy—scattered homework, half-eaten snacks on the coffee table, and the low hum of conversations bouncing off the walls.

But today?

Today was different.

The attention was laser-focused on the two figures near the center couch.

Izuku sat with his hands clasped tightly in his lap, that small fluffy tail of his peeking out from the back of his pants, twitching whenever someone stared too long. 

“It was just a group of kids during patrol,” he explained for the third time, voice bright but strained. “Their quirk combined somehow… “

“Thankfully nothing dangerous. Aizawa said it’ll wear off in a couple of days, so we’re fine! Really.”

He gave everyone a lighthearted smile.

Though, Shoto wasn’t.

He stood a little ways off, arms crossed tightly over his chest, cheeks flushed a deep, stubborn pink as Mineta circled him again, small fingers reaching out to stroke the soft fur of his tail without asking.

“Wooow.”

“It's even softer than it looks,” Mineta murmured, eyes wide and greedy, giving the tail another slow pet from base to tip.

Shoto’s tail jerked sharply, but he didn’t pull away. He simply endured it with a tight, pouty scowy.

“Mineta,” Shoto muttered under his breath, voice low and irritated, but he stayed perfectly still, refusing to make a bigger scene.

From the opposite side of the room, Katsuki let out a loud, derisive snort.

“You two look stupid as shit.”

Shoto’s ears flattened even more, the blush spreading down his neck as he shot Katsuki a cold, silent glare, but said nothing else. Thankfully the rest of the class wasn’t like him.

They kept glancing between them, sure, but it was just some giggling, some cooing, and a few offering half-hearted reassurances that it was “kinda cute, actually.”

No one seemed worried.

It was just another harmless quirk accident. Recovery Girl had already cleared them, and the doctor’s note said they should spend the next couple of days somewhere private to let the side effects settle without distractions.

“Man, this is the best thing that’s ever happened,” Mineta said, voice dripping with sleaze.

“!!!—“

Shoto’s tail immediately puffed up, like he knew what was coming.

“So you’ll probably go into heat any second…huh,? The most perfect power couple just got upgraded…—Izuku with his bunny stamina and Shoto as the prettiest little catboy around…Imagine how good the sex is gonna be?!—Bet Izuku’s gonna breed him so full he’ll be waddling around campus with a belly full of!!—”

“Shut up, Shut up!!—“ Steam rolled off Shoto’s left side in visible waves, the temperature in the room spiking hard enough that the air shimmered. “Shut up, you idiot!” Shoto snarled, voice cracking with pure fury. His cat ears were pinned flat against his head, tail lashing violently out of Mineta’s grip as frost exploded from his right hand. In one sharp motion he slammed his palm down, a thick pillar of ice shooting up from the floor and trapping Mineta from the waist down in a solid, glittering block.

Mineta didn’t even flinch.

He just stood there, frozen in place, cheeks burning even redder, a thin trail of blood already dripping from one nostril as he stared at Shoto with heart-shaped eyes.

“Even when you’re mad you’re the hottest…” he mumbled dreamily, completely unbothered by the ice locking him in place.

“Wahhh….Izuku’s so lucky… getting to rail the prettiest boy in class while he’s all cat-eared and needy… I’d give anything to watch…”

Shoto’s left side flared hotter, more steam hissing into the air as he glared daggers at the trapped pervert, as everyone laughed at them, clueless at how Shoto looked two seconds away from freezing the entire room.

The rest of the class was either smiling nervously or pretending not to hear, the usual mix of secondhand embarrassment thick in the air.

No one suspected a thing.

To them, it was just another harmless quirk mishap. Two cute animal-eared boys dealing with side effects for a couple of days.

…No one knew that the second that door closed behind them later tonight, Izuku’s bunny rut was going to turn their sweet, polite boyfriend into something feral… and Shoto’s bratty little catboy body was going to take every single load like it was made for it.

Izuku’s hand slide under the tiny pleated skirt without hesitation, two thick fingers pressing right against the soaked crotch of the panties, rubbing slow and firm up and down the slick seam of Shoto’s pussy.

Shoto gasped into the kiss, hips jerking up involuntarily.

“Ngnh— Izuku—“

Izuku swallowed the sound, kissing him harder, tongue dragging over those sharp little canines as his fingers kept rubbing.

…Up and down, up and down, the pads of his fingers pressing the soaked lace right against Shoto’s swollen clit and then sliding lower to tease his dripping entrance. Every stroke made a filthy, wet sound, the panties getting wetter by the second.

“Fuck, you’re so soaked,” Izuku panted against his lips, voice rough and breathless. He pulled back just enough to look down between them, green eyes dark with rut. “All just from a little kissing. Such a needy kitty.”

He rubbed faster, two fingers dragging firmly along the puffy lips, pressing the lace right between them so the fabric caught and tugged deliciously against Shoto’s sensitive folds. Shoto’s thighs trembled, stockings stretching tight as his legs spread wider without thinking.

“Haah—stop saying it like that,” Shoto hissed, but the words came out shaky and broken. His tail curled tight around Izuku’s wrist, pulling his hand harder against his cunt even as he glared up through half-lidded eyes. “You’re… you’re the one who’s been hard since the second we walked in here, stupid bunny—”

Izuku smiled against his mouth, slow and hungry, and pushed the two fingers harder against the soaked fabric, rubbing tight little circles right over Shoto’s clit until the catboy’s back arched off the bed with a broken whimper.

“Yeah?” Izuku murmured, voice low and filthy. “Then why is your pussy clenching every time I call it pretty? You’ve been aching for this the second we left ua.”

His hand finally slid lower, pushing the pleated skirt higher just for it to drape back down, enough to cover the obscene sight of his hand disappearing between Shoto’s thighs.

He didn’t bother pulling the panties aside. He simply hooked two thick fingers inside the drenched edge and pushed them inside in one smooth, wet slide.

“Woah…”

The stretch was immediate and perfect, Shoto’s pussy clenching greedily around the intrusion even as he tried to stay composed, failing miserably when Izuku groaned into his mouth at how hot and wet he was, how easily his fingers were welcomed, how the quirk had made everything so much more sensitive and needy.

He started pumping them slowly at first.

Steady, rhythmic strokes that dragged along Shoto’s inner walls with every push and pull, the skirt fluttering softly over his wrist, hiding the filthy motion from view, making it feel even more private, more dirty. Only the wet, obscene sounds and the way Shoto’s thighs trembled giving it away.

Shoto’s cheeks burned hotter than they ever had, a deep, embarrassed flush spreading all the way down his neck and across his chest. His mismatched eyes fluttered half-shut, glassy and unfocused as he panted shakily into Izuku’s mouth, trying and failing to keep his breathing even.

“F-fuck… Izuku,” Shoto gasped when they finally broke for air, voice trembling. “You’re… you’re going too slow on purpose…”

Izuku just smiled against his jaw. He was. He kept the pace steady, rhythmatic, pumping in and out with wet, filthy sounds that grew louder the wetter Shoto got.

The skirt hid everything perfectly—from anyone who might hypothetically walk in, it would look like they were just making out heavily. Only they knew what was really happening underneath: Izuku’s thick fingers fucking into Shoto’s dripping cunt in slow, measured strokes, stretching him open, teasing that spot over and over until Shoto’s thighs started shaking violently around his wrist.

Shoto’s head tipped back against the pillow, lips parted on shaky pants, cheeks burning crimson. Every rhythmic pump made his hips jerk up instinctively, chasing the feeling even as he tried to glare at Izuku through heavy-lidded eyes.

“You’re… so annoying,” he panted, the words broken and breathy, barely a protest anymore. “You do this everytime we have… ah—!”

Izuku curled his fingers again on a particularly deep thrust, rubbing firmly against that spot while his thumb pressed over the soaked lace right against Shoto’s clit through the fabric. The dual sensation made Shoto’s whole body jolt, a soft, mortified whimper slipping out before he could stop it. His pussy clenching hard around the invading fingers, more slick gushing out to coat Izuku’s hand as the skirt fluttered softly over the hidden motion.

Izuku watched Shoto’s face the entire time.

His half-lidded green eyes drunk in every detail—the way his cheeks stayed that pretty flushed red, the way his cat ears kept twitching with every thrust, the way the skirt still draped innocently over his wrist, hiding those two fingers that pumped in and out of his boyfriend’s dripping cunt with obscene sounds that only they could hear.

“…You’re taking my fingers so well,” Izuku murmured against his lips, voice low and rough with rut. “Do you want more?”

But the way Shoto’s thighs shook, the way his tail thrashed, the way his glassy eyes fluttered—it gave everything away.

….

Of course he did.

Izuku kissed Shoto again, before breaking it with a wet sound, breathing hard against Shoto’s mouth as he shifted lower on the bed, looking down between Shoto’s spread thighs.

“Stay just like that for me, kitty.”

His hand slid back under the tiny pleated skirt, fingers dragging slowly down the front of the soaked panties. The fabric was completely drenched now, clinging transparently to every soft fold of Shoto’s pussy. And Izuku traced the seam with two thick fingers, pressing just enough to feel the heat and the way Shoto’s cunt fluttered under the touch.

Shoto’s breath hitched, hips twitching up despite himself. “Izuku— don’t tease…”

But Izuku only smiled, slow and hungry. "I wanna take my time with you,” He muttered.

He hooked two fingers under the edge of the lace right at the crotch.

He didn’t pull it aside right away.

Instead he dragged the fabric slowly to the side, inch by inch, panties sticking for a moment before peeling away with a wet sound.

The cool air of the room kissed Shoto’s exposed pussy for the first time.

Izuku let out a shaky groan, eyes locked on the sight like he couldn’t look away.

“…Wow,” he breathed. “So wet…All because I put you in this cute skirt and told you how pretty you are.”

He used the same two wet fingers to spread the slick slowly, dragging them up and down the outer lips without ever pushing inside. The motion was agonizingly gentle—spreading the glossy wetness, coating his fingertips until they shone more, circling just around the swollen clit without touching it directly.

Shoto’s tail thrashed hard against the bed, ears flat against his head as he tried to down at Izuku through the haze of need. “You’re… getting off from this more than I am,” he huffed, cheeks burning. “Just get on with it already— ah—”

His words cut off into a soft whimper when Izuku dragged his fingers lower again, spreading the slick right over his fluttering entrance, pressing the pads of his fingers there but never slipping inside.

Just teasing.

Just feeling the way Shoto’s pussy clenched and leaked for him.

Fuck…his dick was straining painfully against his pants as he watched the way Shoto’s slick stretched between his fingers in thin, shiny strands every time he pulled them slightly apart.

“I could watch this all night,” he murmured, spreading spread the puffy lips wider with his fingers, exposing the glistening pink inside completely. “You’re gonna look so good when I finally fill you up, Sho.”

He dragged his fingers up again, spreading the fresh rush of slick over Shoto’s swollen clit in slow, torturous circles, never giving him the pressure he clearly needed.

“Then do it!!— Izuku— stop teasing and just—”

Izuku leaned down, pressing a soft, filthy kiss right above Shoto’s clit, lips brushing the sensitive skin as he continued to spread and tease with his fingers.

“Shhh,” he whispered against Shoto’s wet pussy, breath hot. “Patience. We’ve only got two days with our bodies like this, kitty. I’m gonna take my time appreciating every single inch of you.” 

Then, without a word, he grabbed the hem of the pleated skirt with both hands and bunched it all the way up Shoto’s stomach, finally nothing left hiding him, pretty pussy on full display.

Izuku groaned low in his throat.

“…There it is.”

He leaned down slowly, smiling against Shoto’s skin and dragged the flat of his tongue in one long, slow stripe from Shoto’s entrance all the way up to his clit.

The taste hit him instantly.

Warm, sweet, needy vanilla. Rich and heady, like melted sugar and warm cream, the unique flavor of Shoto’s heat making Izuku’s eyes flutter shut for a second as he savored it.

“Mmm… ” Izuku moaned, the sound vibrating right against Shoto’s pussy. “You taste so good… just like I knew you would. So sweet and wet for me already.”

He licked again, slower this time, tongue pressing flat and broad as he dragged it through the slick folds, spreading them open with every pass. He circled Shoto’s clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing, never giving enough pressure, then dipped lower to lap right over his fluttering entrance, tasting the fresh rush of slick that leaked out at the contact.

Shoto’s tail thrashed hard against the sheets, ears pinned flat as he tried to keep his scowl in place. “Nngh— Izuku… you’re… you’re so messy— !”

Izuku only hummed, the vibration sending sparks up Shoto’s spine, and kept going. His tongue moved in lazy, filthy strokes—long licks that spread Shoto’s slick everywhere, short teasing flicks right against his clit, then slow, deliberate presses against his entrance like he was trying to push inside with just his tongue. Every time Shoto’s pussy clenched, more of that warm vanilla taste flooded Izuku’s mouth, making him groan and press his face deeper between Shoto’s thighs.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with slick, voice wrecked.

“Look at how much you’re leaking,” Izuku murmured, eyes locked on the way Shoto’s cunt fluttered and dripped under his gaze. “Your little pussy is so greedy… already trying to suck me in. You want my tongue inside you that bad, kitty?”

He leaned back in without waiting for an answer, tongue pushing past the tight ring of muscle in one slow, wet slide, Shoto’s back arching hard off the bed, a broken whimper tearing from his throat as Izuku fucked his tongue in and out in shallow thrusts, tasting every inch of that warm, needy heat.

Izuku groaned deep and low against Shoto’s pussy, the sound vibrating straight through his core as he pushed his tongue even deeper. 

“Izuku!—“

Shoto’s back arched hard off the bed, and his hands flew up, fingers sinking into Izuku’s fluffy green bunny ears and pulling hard, yanking him closer, harder, like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to push him away or keep him buried there forever.

“Izuku— haah— fuckfuck—!” Shoto gasped, voice cracking, cat ears flat against his head as his tail thrashed wildly across the sheets.

But his hips rolled up into Izuku’s face anyway, chasing the wet heat of his tongue.

Izuku’s cottontail—small, fluffy, and unmistakably bunny—twitched violently behind him, the little puff of green fur jerking and shivering with every throb of his dick. It gave away exactly how gone he was, how badly the rut was riding him, how much he needed this. Every time Shoto pulled harder on his ears, the cottontail gave another sharp, needy twitch, betraying just how much Izuku loved being used like this.

He pulled his tongue out with a wet, obscene sound, only to drag the flat of it up through Shoto’s folds again, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste. “Mmm… you’re melting,” Izuku mumbled against his cunt, voice muffled. “Keep pulling my ears if you need to…love my tongue that much?”

“Izuku… Izuku— please— I can’t— ah—!”

Izuku didn’t stop.

He kept his tongue buried deep, fucking it in and out of Shoto’s dripping pussy with wet strokes, curling the tip against his inner walls every time he pushed back in.

His boyfriend was almost there.

He could tell.

The taste of warm vanilla heat flooded his mouth again and again, sweeter and thicker the closer Shoto got. And his cottontail twitched and shivered wildly behind him, the fluffy puff of green fur jerking with every throb of his own neglected dick, but he didn’t care.

All he cared about was the way Shoto’s cunt clenched and fluttered around his tongue, the way slick kept gushing out and coating his chin.

Shoto’s fingers tightened viciously in Izuku’s bunny ears, yanking hard enough to make Izuku groan into his pussy this time.

“Izuku— Izuku— I’m— haah— I’m gonna—!”

His voice cracked into a broken, desperate whine, face scrunching up in the cutest snarl—brows furrowed tight, baring those sharp little canines, mismatched eyes squeezing half shut as his entire body locked up.

“Izuku!—“

Shoto came hard on Izuku’s tongue.

His pussy clenched down in rhythmic, pulsing waves, slick flooding Izuku’s mouth in hot, sweet gushes, a high, keening mewl tearing from his throat.

Izuku moaned loudly against his cunt, tongue still working him through it—slow, deep licks that dragged out every last shudder, drinking down every drop of that warm vanilla slick like he was starving for it.

He didn’t pull away until Shoto’s thighs stopped shaking and the last weak spasm fluttered around his tongue.

Only then did Izuku lift his head, lips and chin shiny and dripping, bunny ears twitching as he looked up at the wrecked catboy beneath him.

A slow, filthy smile spread across his face.

…

“You cum just like a girl.”

Shoto’s face burned crimson.

“Shut… up…” he panted, voice shaky and breathless.

Then he thudded his head back with a groan.

“…Ugh.”

He’s going to make me an idiot by the end of this.

His chest was heaving, trying to catch his breath after the intense orgasm that had just ripped through him.

I won’t be able to go back to ua like this…

There’s no way we’re doing this all weekend…

The thought made his tail lash once, sharp and frustrated.

Before he could spiral any further, Shoto reached up with a shaky hand, fingers fisting tight in the front of Izuku’s tie. He yanked hard, pulling the bunny-eared boy down and mashing their mouths together in a desperate, frustrated kiss.

”Mmmh!—“

Izuku’s eyes widened before he groaned into it, the sound low and hungry, cottontail twitching wildly behind him as he let Shoto take control for those few frantic seconds.

When Shoto finally pulled back just enough to breathe, he glared up at Izuku.

“You’re… insufferable,” he huffed. “You better have a—”

The rest of the sentence dissolved into another frustrated moan as Izuku leaned in and kissed him again, swallowing whatever complaint Shoto was gonna make.

But that didn't stop the catboy.

The sound coming from Shoto was more frustrated than needy. His mind still spinning from the aftershocks, that warm slick still leaking messily between his legs. He could already feel how badly Izuku wanted to ruin him, how the rut was making the other boy shake with the need to breed him raw and deep.

…No.

Not yet.

Shoto shoved at Izuku’s chest with both hands, breaking the kiss with a wet pop. He turned his head, ears flat, and stretched one arm out toward the nightstand, fingers fumbling blindly until they closed around the small foil packet lying there.

Izuku froze above him.

His bunny ears flattened completely against his fluffy green hair, a low, frustrated little whine slipping out—needy and almost petulant.

“Shoto…” he breathed, voice rough and strained, hips still pressed tight against Shoto’s thigh like he couldn’t stop himself from rocking forward.

“Baby, please… you don’t need that. I want to feel you!—All of you—”

Shoto didn’t let him finish.

“I don’t care what you want,” he huffed. He shoved the condom against Izuku’s chest, glaring up at him. “You’re not breaking me tonight. I’m not letting you knock me up just because your idiotic bunny brain can’t control itself.”

Izuku’s ears stayed flat, another soft, irritated whine escaping him.

“Shoto…”

But he took the condom anyway, fingers brushing Shoto’s as he did. The reluctance was written all over his face—the way his hips kept making tiny, helpless little rolls against Shoto’s thigh, the way his breath came out shaky and hot.

“Put it on,” Shoto ordered. “Or I’m not letting you fuck me at all.”

Izuku sat back on his heels with a pout, hands moving quickly to shove his pants and boxers down his thighs, dick springing free. It was thick, flushed dark, the head already shiny with pre-cum and twitching hard from the rut.

Izuku tore the condom wrapper the rest of the way open with his teeth, eyes never leaving Shoto’s spread thighs as he rolled the thin latex down his length with slow strokes, all the way to the base, his cottontail giving another sharp, unhappy twitch at the feel of the barrier.

“…Yeah, fine,” Izuku murmured, voice low and rough as he stroked himself once, twice, letting Shoto watch. “You know it’d feel so much better raw... nothing between us… just your pussy sucking me in, milking me dry while I pump you full of cum. You’d feel every single load shoot deep inside you… filling you up until it leaks out around me.”

Shoto’s cheeks burned hotter, the flush spreading all the way down his neck and across his chest. The image flashed through his mind unbidden—no condom, just Izuku’s raw cock sliding into him, the wet heat of his cum flooding deep and intimate, spilling out with every thrust.

“…”

He hated how badly he wanted it.

…But he pouted anyway, so stubborn.

“Shut up,” Shoto huffed, voice shaky but firm. He reached down with a hand, fingers spreading himself open, completely exposing his entrance. “I don’t care how good you think it would feel. Just hurry up and fuck me already, stupid.”

Izuku’s eyes darkened at the demand.

“…Bossy kitty,” he breathed, crawling forward until the thick head of his condom-covered dick nudged right against Shoto’s hole. He rubbed it up and down through the slick once, teasing, before pressing forward just enough for the tip to catch on the tight ring of muscle, slowly pushing in.

”Mmm…”

Izuku’s breath came out in a shaky growl as he hooked his hands behind Shoto’s knees and pushed them up toward his chest, folding the catboy in half and spreading him wide open.

The new angle made Shoto’s pussy stretch even tighter around the thick, straining cock buried inside him, the condom pulled so taut it looked one hard thrust away from splitting. “Stupid, huh?” Izuku teased, as he stared down at the way Shoto was stretched obscenely around his base. “For someone calling me stupid, you really love my dick.”

He pulled out slowly, almost all the way, the condom glistening with Shoto’s slick, the latex creaking dangerously as it clung to every vein and ridge.

Then he slammed back in hard.

Shoto cried out, sharp and broken, the sound echoing off the mirrored walls of the hotel room.

Izuku didn’t give him any time to adjust. He picked up the pace immediately, eyes shutting tight with a growl, hips snapping forward in deep, punishing thrusts that made the bed creak and Shoto’s body jolt with every impact.

“mmh— Izuku—!” Shoto’s voice cracked on a sob, hands flying up to grab at Izuku’s shoulders as his knees were held wide open, watching the thick cock drive into him.

”Haaah—!”

The condom was barely holding on.

Every hard thrust made the latex strain and pull tight, the tip already stretched thin and bulging where Izuku’s cock throbbed inside him. Shoto could feel every brutal drag, every time the head kissed his deepest spot, the thin barrier doing almost nothing to dull the overwhelming fullness.

Izuku leaned down closer, folding Shoto even tighter, knees nearly touching his chest as he fucked him harder, faster, bunny ears flat against his head and cottontail twitching like crazy behind him.

“You feel that?” Izuku panted hotly against Shoto’s ear, voice wrecked. “It’s like you’re trying to rip the condom off me with how hard you’re squeezing. Keep calling me stupid while you’re crying on my cock like a little slut, kitty.”

“S-Shut up!! Ah—!“ His head tipped back against the pillow as another hard thrust punched the air out of him.

His boyfriend’s hips kept snapping forward with brutal force, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing loudly in the love hotel room as he railed into Shoto without mercy.

Everytime Izuku pulled out almost all the way—the condom stretched obscenely tight around his thick cock, shiny with Shoto’s slick—only to slam back in to the hilt, the head of his cock punching right against that sensitive spot deep inside Shoto’s pussy.

Shoto finally broke.

A loud, broken sob tore out of him, tears spilling freely down his flushed cheeks as his head tossed back against the pillow. His cat ears were pinned flat, tail thrashing wildly beneath him, the tip curling and uncurling in helpless spasms as his hands scrambled for purchase, nails digging into Izuku’s shoulders hard enough to leave marks as his body jolted with every punishing thrust.

“Izuku— Izuku—! Too much— haah— I can’t—!” Shoto cried openly, voice cracking into a high, desperate whine. His mind was going completely blank, thoughts dissolving into nothing but heat and pressure and the overwhelming feeling of being split open and fucked so deep he could feel it in his stomach.

Every slam of Izuku’s cock made his pussy gush around the straining condom, slick squirting out messily with every brutal stroke.

“You’re crying so pretty for me, kitty,” Izuku panted, voice wrecked and dark as he kept pounding into him, hips snapping harder, faster, the condom creaking dangerously with every thrust. “Are you already gonna cum for your boyfriend?”

Shoto’s eyes rolled back, another loud sob ripping out of him as the pressure coiled tighter and tighter in his core, condom straining so thin it looked seconds from ripping apart completely.

“I’m— I’m gonna— Izuku—!” Shoto wailed, tears pouring down his face as his whole body started to seize up, Izuku leaning down closer, forehead pressed to Shoto’s as he growled against his lips. “That’s it, baby. Cum on my dick. Let me feel how hard this greedy little cunt can squeeze when you fall apart.”

His hips snapped forward again, driving his cock deep into Shoto’s clenching heat with a wet, filthy slap, one hand sliding down from Shoto’s thigh to press firmly against the flat plane of his stomach.

His palm pushed down hard, feeling the clear outline of his own dick stretching Shoto open from the inside, the thick shape pressing up against his hand with every brutal thrust. Izuku rubbed slow, possessive circles right over that bulging spot, pressing and kneading like he was trying to feel exactly how deep he was buried inside his pretty catboy.

A broken, sobbing cry tore out of Shoto as the pressure made everything feel impossibly more intense.

“Izuku— Izuku—!” Shoto wailed, voice cracking high and desperate. 

Please don’t break, please don’t break, please don’t break—

His pussy felt too good, too full, too overwhelming—like every hard slam and every firm press of Izuku’s hand on that bulge was going to kill him, like he was actually going to die from how deep and thick it felt.

don’tbreakdon’tbreakpleasedon’t break, I’ll lose my mind, I’ll never recover—! please— I can’t— it feels too good— I’ll die!!— I’ll actually die if he keeps—!

Izuku looked just as gone.

His head was tipping back slightly, green eyes half-lidded and unfocused, bunny ears completely flat against his messy hair.

…Didn’t look as gone as Shoto, though.

Only heavy, ragged pants left his mouth in hot bursts against Shoto’s neck, each exhale shaky and desperate as his own orgasm built fast and dangerous in his cock. The rut had him completely—hips pistoning harder, faster, the condom creaking ominously with every punishing thrust while his hand kept massaging that obscene bulge in Shoto’s stomach like he couldn’t stop touching it.

“Fuck… I can feel it,” Izuku panted, voice wrecked and trembling. “I can feel my cock moving inside you… your pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight— nngh— I’m gonna cum, Shoto— I’m so close—”

He pressed down harder on the bulge, grinding his palm in slow, filthy circles as he railed Shoto even deeper, the head of his cock dragging right against that sensitive spot with every thrust.

”Cum with me…Let’s do it together, baby…”

Shoto’s whole body seized up, a loud, broken sob ripping out of him as his second orgasm crashed over him without warning. His pussy spasmed violently around Izuku’s cock, clenching and fluttering so hard the condom strained dangerously at the base, threatening to rip apart completely as slick gushed out around it in messy, wet pulses.

He was crying openly now, tears streaming down his face.

Izuku smiled.

His hips stuttered hard, losing their brutal rhythm for a split second as his orgasm crashed over him.

A deep, guttural groan tore from his throat, raw and broken, bunny ears flattening completely against his messy green hair as his whole body locked up above Shoto. His dick throbbed violently inside the condom, the thick shaft pulsing hard as the first powerful spurt of cum flooded the latex tip.

Shoto felt it instantly.

The pink rubber ballooned out slowly, visibly inflating deep inside his pussy as hot, thick ropes of Izuku’s cum filled the condom in heavy, rhythmic pulses. The thin barrier stretched even tighter, the pink latex swelling and pressing outward against Shoto’s sensitive inner walls, creating a warm, heavy pressure that made his eyes roll back and a fresh sob rip from his lips.

“F-fuck— Izuku—!” Shoto weeped, voice cracking high and raspy, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as his pussy clenched around the inflating condom. The feeling was obscene—the condom growing fuller and heavier inside him with every thick spurt, the swollen tip nudging right against his deepest spot while Izuku’s hand kept pressing down firmly on the bulge in his stomach, massaging it like he wanted Shoto to feel exactly how much he was filling him up.

Izuku’s forehead dropped heavily against Shoto’s, slumping a little, out of breath.

Their sweat-slick skin pressed together as both of them panted hard and fast, mouths open and breaths mingling in hot, shaky bursts, Izuku’s ears trembling against Shoto’s cat ears, his cottontail twitching and shivering violently behind him with every pulse of his cock.

“Shoto… baby… I’m cumming so much,” Izuku muttered against his lips. “Wish…you could feel it properly…”

His hips gave one last, shallow grind, pushing the condom even deeper as another heavy spurt filled it, the pink rubber visibly swelling and pressing outward against Shoto’s walls. “Can you feel it?… Feel how full I’m making you… even with the stupid condom on… it’s so warm and heavy inside you, isn’t it? Right?”

Shoto could only stare blankly in response, nothing, not even words being able to process in his brain.

“?…”

Their foreheads stayed pressed together, noses brushing, breaths coming in ragged, desperate pants. And neither of them moved for a long moment. Just heavy, shaky breathing. Foreheads glued together. Hearts hammering against each other. 

“…”

…Izuku’s voice came out hoarse and soft against Shoto’s lips.

”…Are you with me?”

No response.

“…You’re so pretty.”

Another kiss.

“Mm…”

It was slow, deep, and achingly loving—nothing like the frantic, rut-driven fucking from moments—seconds—earlier. His lips moved soft and reverent against Shoto’s, tongue sliding in gently to taste him, thumbs stroking soothing circles over the soft skin of Shoto’s waist as he held him close. 

They stayed locked together like that.

Izuku buried to the hilt inside Shoto’s pulsing heat, the heavy, inflated condom pressing deep and full against his sensitive walls.

Neither of them moved to pull out.

The only motion was the slow, lazy roll of their hips—tiny, instinctive little rocks that kept the thick bulge shifting inside Shoto and made fresh slick leak out around the stretched latex.

Izuku kissed him like he had all the time in the world.

His mouth moved slow and tender against Shoto’s, tongue sliding deep in long, luxurious strokes that tasted every corner of him, and Shoto whimpered softly into the kiss, eyes half-lidded and glassy, hands clutched at his shoulder weakly.

“‘Zuku…”

Izuku pulled back just enough for their lips to part with a wet sound. A thin, glistening string of spit stretched between their mouths, shiny and obscene in the low red light of the hotel room.

He stared at it for a heartbeat, eyes dark and hungry, before leaning in again and licking the strand away with a slow drag of his tongue.

Then he kissed Shoto deeper.

His thumbs gently pushed past Shoto’s swollen lips, sliding into the warm, wet heat of his mouth. Shoto’s breath hitched, but he opened wider on instinct, tongue curling shyly around the invading digits as Izuku pressed them deeper. The pads of his thumbs brushed over sharp little canines, then dragged slowly across Shoto’s tongue, mapping every ridge and texture like he was trying to memorize him.

“Mm… that’s it, baby,” Izuku whispered against his lips, voice low and reverent. “Let me feel all of you.”

He dragged his tongue over Shoto’s teeth next—slow, deliberate licks along the pointed edges of his canines, then deeper to tangle with Shoto’s tongue again.

The kiss turned filthy and intimate all at once, spit-slick and messy, Izuku’s thumbs holding Shoto’s mouth open so he could taste and lick and claim every inch.

Nothing was left unmarked.

Every tooth, every ridge of Shoto’s tongue, the soft inside of his cheeks—Izuku explored it all.

“You’re mine like this,” Izuku murmured between kisses, voice hoarse and loving. “All of you… every part of my pretty catboy. I could stay inside you forever… just like this.”

Shoto could only moan softly in response, eyes fluttering shut as another weak tremor ran through him while Izuku kept kissing him like the rest of the world didn’t exist.

A small huff from the older boy.

…Then, slowly, he sat straight up.

His knees sunk deeper into the mattress while he straightened his spine, watching as Shoto’s arm drooped off his shoulders.

They slung weakly over his eyes instead, chest still heaving as he panted softly, cat ears limp against his messy hair, thighs trembling around Izuku’s waist.

“…”

Izuku’s hands slid down to grip Shoto’s hips.

Then…he began to pull out.

The motion was torturously slow.

The thick length of his dick dragged backward, the condom stretching so thin and tight around him that it looked almost translucent, the pink latex clinging desperately to every ridge and vein.

Izuku’s eyes were locked between them, watching every inch of his dick reappear—the way the condom pulled taut, the way Shoto stretched around the thick head, refusing to let go even as the tip finally slipped free of his entrance.

But Izuku didn’t pull out completely.

…Atleast,

Not him.

The  condom stayed nestled right inside Shoto’s hole, still stretching him open, the tight ring of muscle hugging the very tip of the latex like it couldn’t bear to lose the fullness. Like it didn’t register Izuku’s dick leaving him.

Izuku let out a soft, panting laugh, cheeks flushed, bunny ears twitching as he stared down at the sight.

“Man, look at that…” he murmured, voice hoarse and reverent. “Your body doesn’t want to let go even for a second.”

With a scarred hand, he reached down and slowly, carefully began pulling the latex out while it stayed nestled around his dick. The plump, heavy condom—now visibly swollen and full of his cum—slid off with a wet, obscene schlick, the stretched rubber dragging along his length and Shoto’s hole until it finally popped free.

“…There we go.”

The moment it left, Shoto’s pussy clenched hard around nothing, a soft, needy whine slipping from his lips as a thick trickle of his own slick dripped out of his ruined hole and onto the sheets.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fill you up again, Sho.”

 He held the heavy, cum-filled condom up between them for a second, smiling with a soft pant, the pink latex glistening with Shoto’s slick and bulging heavily with his own load. 

Then, he tied and tossed the condom aside onto with a wet plap, then leaned back down, pressing the bare, still-hard head of his cock right back against Shoto’s slick entrance.

“…Let’s do it raw. Ready for the real thing now, kitty?”

Shoto’s arm slowly slid down from over his eyes, trembling just slightly as it dropped to the sheets beside his head.

He wasn’t against it anymore.

Or, atleast…That’s what it looked like.

His mismatched eyes blinked open, heavy-lidded , the usual cool distance completely burned away. Heat, love, and raw, desperate lust swirled in them so intensely that his pupils had blown wide, the centers practically shaped like little hearts as he stared up at Izuku.

Without a word, Shoto reached down with both hands, fingers shaking as he spread himself open again, two slender fingers pulling on the side of his puffy pussy.

“…Izuku,” he breathed, eyes locked on Izuku’s face, pupils still heart-shaped and shimmering. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

Izuku’s breath caught hard in his throat.

He leaned down, pressing a slow, tender kiss to Shoto’s forehead, then to the corner of his mouth, all while the fat head of his bare cock nudged right against that dripping entrance, sliding through the slick mess Shoto was making.

“Gonna fill you up for real this time,” Izuku murmured against his lips, eyes dark with love. “No more rubber… just me. I’ll give you my all.”

Izuku’s dorm room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint late afternoon light filtering through the half-drawn curtains, painting everything in warm golds and soft oranges.

Shoto sat straddling Izuku’s lap, facing him completely, knees tucked on either side of his hips. His hands rested lightly on Izuku’s shoulders, mismatched eyes half-lidded and calm as he looked down at the boy beneath him.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. 

…Then Izuku swallowed, green eyes bright and nervous as they flicked up to meet Shoto’s.

“…Can I… be your boyfriend?” he asked softly, voice barely above a whisper, but steady. His arms tightened just a fraction around Shoto’s waist, pulling him a little closer on his lap. “I mean… I already feel like I am, but I want to ask properly. I want you to know I’m serious.”

“…”

Shoto’s lips curved into a small, private smile.

The expression was rare and soft, the kind that made the corners of his eyes crinkle just slightly, as hetilted his head, cat-like.

“Hm. I dunno. What do you think?”

Izuku’s cheeks flushed a faint pink, but he didn’t look away. Instead, his smile grew—warm, dimpled, and helplessly fond—as he gave Shoto’s waist a gentle squeeze.

“…Well.”

“…I think it would be really awkward if you said no,” he admitted, voice light and playful even as his heart hammered in his chest. “Considering you’re currently sitting in my lap.”

Shoto stared at him for half a second.

Then he laughed.

It was quiet, barely more than a breathy huff of air, but it was real—the kind of laugh that lit up his whole face and made his shoulders shake just a little. The sound wrapped around Izuku’s heart like a gentle tug, pulling every string at once. And his chest felt too full, too warm, too happy, unable stop the bright, goofy grin that spread across his face in response.

“…So?” He said, chuckling. “Is that a yes?”

Shoto’s fingers tightened slightly on Izuku’s shoulders as the laughter faded into a soft, lingering smile. He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, nose brushing Izuku’s in the smallest, sweetest nuzzle.

“…Yes,” he whispered, so quietly it was almost lost between them. “You can be my boyfriend.”

Izuku’s arms tightened around his waist immediately, pulling Shoto flush against his chest as joy and relief crashed over him all at once. He buried his face in the crook of Shoto’s neck, breathing him in, heart still racing from the simple, perfect answer.

“Thank you,” he murmured against Shoto’s skin, voice muffled and warm. “I’ll be the best one, Shoto. I promise.”

Shoto smiled softly.

He stayed curled against him, face tucked into the crook of Izuku’s shoulder, breathing slow and steady, his fingers threading gently into the curls at the nape of Izuku’s neck as they stayed wrapped around each other in the golden afternoon light.

“…You don’t need to promise me anything, Izuku.”

“…”

The words were soft, almost shy, the kind of confession Shoto rarely allowed himself to voice out loud.

He didn’t pull back to look at Izuku’s face.

“I didn’t think… I didn’t think anyone could could make me feel this way. Not really. My family, the way things were… everything always felt so cold. Empty. Like I was just going through the motions, pretending I was fine when I wasn’t.”

“…”

“…But then you showed up.”

“With your stupid smiles…and your endless notebooks you pull out of nowhere…and the way you looked at me like I was worth something more than just my quirk or my name.”

Shoto’s voice wavered for half a second, but he kept going, fingers curling tighter into Izuku’s shirt.

“You don’t have to do anything else for me. You already give me more than I ever thought I’d get.”

“You made me feel…

“Warm.”

“Safe.”

“…Like… I could actually breathe for once.”

He lifted his head just enough to rest his forehead against Izuku’s, mismatched eyes shining with something raw and unguarded. The golden light caught the wetness gathering at the corners of his eyes, turning it into tiny, sparkling flecks.

“So now it’s my turn,” Shoto whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I don’t need you to keep saving me. I just want to make you smile. Every day. The way you make me smile. Even when I try to hide it… you always notice. I want to be the one who makes your eyes light up like that. I want to be the reason you laugh so hard your cheeks hurt. I want… I want to be good for you, Izuku. The way you’ve always been good for me.”

Izuku’s breath caught in his throat, arms squeezing around Shoto’s waist like he was afraid the boy might vanish if he let go even a little. His own eyes were misty, heart so full it ached in the best possible way.

He could feel the rapid flutter of Shoto’s heartbeat against his chest, could see the faint tremble in those pretty mismatched eyes as Shoto laid himself bare like this.

“Shoto…” Izuku’s voice cracked, soft and overwhelmed. He lifted one hand to cup the side of Shoto’s face, thumb brushing gently under one eye to catch the tear that had slipped free. “You already make me smile. Every single day. Just by being you. By sitting here in my lap. By trusting me enough to say all of that.”

He leaned in, pressing a slow, reverent kiss to Shoto’s forehead, then to the bridge of his nose, then to the corner of his trembling mouth.

“You don’t have to do anything to earn me,” Izuku whispered against his lips, voice thick with emotion. “You already have me. All of me. I’m yours. And I’m so, so lucky that you’re mine too.”

Shoto let out a shaky little breath that sounded suspiciously like another soft laugh, the kind that only ever came out when he was with Izuku. He nuzzled closer, hiding his face in Izuku’s neck again as his arms wrapped fully around his shoulders, holding on tight.

“Mm—! Izuku—!” Shoto gasped, head falling forward. He was bracing his hands on Izuku’s chest, riding him roughly, hips slamming down again and again in a frantic, punishing rhythm. “Haah!—“

Izuku’s hands were on Shoto’s waist, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he groaned loud and broken, bunny ears twitching violently with every brutal drop of Shoto’s hips.

“Shoto— baby— fuck—” He panted, voice wrecked, eyes glazed and heat-drunk as he stared up at the sight of his pretty catboy riding him like he was starving for it. “You’re so fucking tight… so wet… taking me so deep—”

They were both gone.

Completely heat-drunk, minds blank except for the overwhelming need to fuck and be fucked, to feel each other, to chase the pleasure that kept crashing through them in white-hot waves.

Nothing else existed.

Nobody.

Not UA, not the quirk, not the outside world—just the slick slide of Izuku’s bare cock stretching Shoto open, the way Shoto’s pussy clenched and fluttered greedily around him, the way every rough downward thrust made the fat head of Izuku’s cock slam right against that perfect spot inside him.

Shoto rode him harder, faster, thighs burning as he bounced on Izuku’s cock, the lewd plap plap plap of skin on skin growing louder. His tail curled tight around Izuku’s thigh, pulling him impossibly deeper with every drop.

“Feels— haah— so good—” Shoto sobbed, voice cracking as tears of overwhelming pleasure spilled down his flushed cheeks. His pussy was dripping everywhere, slick coating Izuku’s dick and balls, soaking the sheets beneath them. Every time he slammed down, the head of Izuku’s cock kissed his cervix, punching that spot so perfectly it made his vision white out. “I-Izuku— right there— don’t stop— please—”

Izuku’s head was spinning.

He could only groan and thrust up to meet Shoto’s brutal pace, hands gripping his waist like a lifeline as he watched his cock disappear over and over into that tight, dripping heat.

“Fuck, kitty— you’re so perfect,” Izuku panted, voice hoarse and broken. “You’re so pretty like this— gonna fill you up— gonna breed you so full you’ll feel me for days—”

They were both lost in it, minds melted down to nothing but sex and each other. Shoto’s hips rolled and slammed, chasing that perfect angle, every thrust making his pussy gush around Izuku’s bare cock. Izuku met him thrust for thrust, hips snapping up hard, the wet slap of their bodies growing faster, filthier, more desperate.

Everything felt too good.

Too intense.

Too much.

And neither of them wanted it to stop.

Shoto’s hips stuttered hard, the rough, desperate rhythm he’d set faltering as his whole body began to twitch uncontrollably. His thighs shook violently around Izuku’s waist, stockings stretched tight and digging into his skin, every muscle trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. His pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around Izuku’s bare cock, slick gushing out in messy pulses with every shaky drop of his hips.

“Izuku— I can’t— I can’t do it anymore—” Shoto gasped out, voice cracking into a broken, overwhelmed sob. Tears clung to his lashes, cheeks flushed dark as his head tipped back, shoulders shaking with little sniffles.  “It’s too much— I’m gonna— haah— I’m gonna cum again—”

But Izuku didn’t let him stop.

His hands slid up from Shoto’s waist, thick fingers gently but firmly catching Shoto’s smaller, softer ones. He intertwined them, lacing their hands together tight, scarred palms pressing warm and steady against smooth skin as he held on like an anchor.

“You can, baby,” Izuku panted, voice low and rough but so full of love it made Shoto’s stomach twist. His bunny ears twitched hard as he looked up at his wrecked catboy with dark, adoring eyes. “You’re doing so good for me. Keep going. Move those hips, kitty. Ride me just like that— fuck, you feel so perfect. Don’t stop. I’ve got you.”

The encouragement hit Shoto like a spark.

A shaky, desperate moan tore out of him, high and needy, as he kept moving. His hips rolled again, slower now but still deep, grinding down hard on Izuku’s cock with every trembling thrust, as his fingers squeezed Izuku’s scarred ones tighter, nails digging in while his whole body shook.

“Izuku— Izuku— feels so good— I can’t— I’m— nngh—!”

He kept riding anyway, hips moving in shaky, desperate circles, pussy fluttering and gushing around Izuku’s raw dick as the pleasure built higher and higher.

Izuku’s thumbs stroked gently over the backs of Shoto’s hands, never letting go, his own hips rolling up to meet every shaky drop, driving himself deeper while he watched his pretty catboy fall apart on top of him.

“That’s my good boy,” Izuku whispered. “Just like that. Keep moving for me.”

Shoto’s hips stuttered violently, the shaky rhythm he’d been forcing himself to keep suddenly fracturing as his third orgasm crashed into him like a tidal wave.

He came hard.

A broken little moan tore out of his throat — high-pitched and frustrated even as his whole body seized up. “Fuck, fuck—No—!!” His pussy clamped down around Izuku’s bare cock like a vice, fluttering and spasming in wild, rhythmic pulses as slick gushed out in hot, messy spurts, soaking Izuku’s lap and the sheets beneath them.

“Izuku— fuck— I’m cumming again—!” Shoto sobbed, voice cracking into a whiny complaint even while his pussy kept milking Izuku’s cock with greedy, wet contractions. “You’re gonna make me dumb— haah— I can’t— I can’t stop cumming—!”

His thighs trembled uncontrollably around Izuku’s waist, stockings stretched so tight, now with tears as they dug into his skin as his legs tried to close on instinct only to be held open by the position. 

Izuku groaned loud and deep.

“That’s it, baby— cum for me,” Izuku panted, voice wrecked and loving, eyes dark with heat as he watched Shoto fall apart on top of him. “Look at you riding my dick. My pretty, bratty kitty…”

Shoto let out another frustrated, teary moan, hips still weakly rolling and grinding even as the orgasm wrecked him, chasing the overwhelming pleasure like he couldn’t stop himself.

“You’re— you’re the worst— I hate how good it feels— nngh—!”

But even as he complained, his tail curled tighter around Izuku’s thigh, pulling him impossibly deeper. Izuku’s breath hitched at the filthy squeeze, a low groan rumbling in his chest as he fought the urge to flip them over and pound into Shoto until neither of them could think straight.

No condom. Nothing between them. Just raw, pulsing heat and the overwhelming feeling of being completely full.

It was so much better like this.

He could feel everything.

Every thick vein dragging along his inner walls, every throb of Izuku’s cock as it pulsed inside him, every ridge and twitch of the fat head pressing right against his deepest spot, radiating heat straight into his core full of love.

“Haah… Izuku…” 

“I can feel you twitching inside me… you’re so warm…”

It was so much better. So much worse.

Shoto let out a high, whiny little sob, head tipping forward again.

“Izukuuu… it’s— it’s too much—” 

“It’s so warm inside me… I’m so dizzy…”

He squeezed Izuku’s scarred hands tighter, fingers laced so tightly together that his knuckles went white, like the only thing keeping him grounded was the steady warmth of Izuku’s grip.

“…I hate you…” Shoto mumbled against Izuku’s neck, the words soft and whiny. “You’re gonna make me stupid… I can’t think…”

…

Izuku blinked.

Even with his cock still buried deep inside Shoto’s oversensitive pussy, even with the mess of slick and sweat between them, even with Shoto still trembling and whining from the intensity of everything they’d just done…

A soft, almost squeaky sound slipped out of Izuku’s throat as he suddenly wrapped both arms around Shoto’s waist and hugged him way too tightly, pulling the catboy flush against his chest until there wasn’t a single inch of space left between them. 

“…Shoto,” Izuku mumbled against his skin, voice warm and giddy, almost giddy enough to sound like a squeal. “You’re so adorable! I have the cutest boyfriend in the entire world…How are you even real? How did I get so lucky?”

Shoto’s face burned crimson.

His ears flattened hard against his head, brows furrowing in pure embarrassment, shoulders shaking as squirmed. 

“D-Don’t do that!” he barked. His hands pushed weakly at Izuku’s shoulders, tail lashing behind him in protest. “Not while you’re still inside me, you idiot— it’s embarrassing—stop hugging me so tightly, stupid—!”

Izuku didn’t care.

He just squeezed Shoto even closer, arms locked around his waist like he never wanted to let go, pressing soft, happy little kisses all over Shoto’s flushed cheek and jaw and the tip of his nose.

“I can’t help it,” Izuku whispered, voice full of affection and leftover rut-warmth. “You’re too cute when you get all pouty and embarrassed. I’m never letting you go. Never.”

Shoto’s blush deepened to a furious red, ears twitching as he tried to hide his face in Izuku’s shoulder.

“…You’re… ridiculous,” he mumbled, the complaint losing all its bite when it came out so breathy and soft.  “I hate you… making me feel like this while you’re still inside me…”

With trembling arms braced on Izuku’s shoulders, he slowly lifted his hips, the motion agonizingly slow.

Every inch of Izuku’s bare cock dragged along his oversensitive inner walls as he rose, Shoto’s pussy clinging desperately to him the entire way, fluttering and squeezing like it didn’t want to let go even for a second.

Uffhh…”

When the flushed head finally popped free with a wet, filthy schlick, Shoto whimpered.

A huge gush of his slick poured out immediately.

It was all from him—warm, clear, and copious. None of it was from Izuku. Just Shoto’s own desperate arousal, dripping messily from his hole in heavy rivulets.

It coated Izuku’s cock from base to tip, soaked his balls, and ran in shiny streaks down the insides of Shoto’s trembling thighs, darkening the sheer black stockings even more.

Shoto’s face burned crimson.

He hovered there for a second, knees still straddling Izuku’s hips, tail lashing weakly behind him as he stared down at the obscene mess he’d made. 

“I hate your stupid dick…” Shoto whined, voice shaky and mortified, ears flat against his head. “Look what you did to me… making such a big mess…”

“…”

“Hah...”

“Hahh….”

Shoto let out a shaky huff, palms pushing weakly at Izuku’s chest as he slid off his lap with trembling thighs. He flopped onto the sheets beside him, chest still heaving, cat ears twitching as he tried to catch his breath.

“Something’s wrong with my body,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and whiny, one arm draping over his eyes again. “I’m… I’m too wet. It’s never been like this before… I can’t stop leaking everywhere…”

Izuku didn’t even let him finish the complaint.

He was already climbing on top of him, knees bracketing Shoto’s hips, green eyes dark and hungry as he leaned down.

His fingers made quick work of the remaining buttons on Shoto’s blouse, popping them open one by one until the fabric fell open completely. Then he shrugged out of his own shirt, tossing it aside before his hands returned to Shoto, unclipping the delicate lace bra with a single practiced flick.

The bra slipped off Shoto’s shoulders, revealing his flushed, flat chest and the tight nipples already pebbled and sensitive.

Izuku’s smile turned filthy.

“We never need to buy lube again,” he teased, voice low and rough as he dragged his palms down Shoto’s sides, thumbs brushing over those sensitive nipples. “You always make such a big mess all on your own… dripping everywhere just from riding me. I could slide right back in with no problem.”

Shoto’s face burned hotter.

…But the embarrassment only lasted a second.

His lips twitched, turning the frown into a little shy heated smile as Izuku helped him out of the rest of his clothes.

Izuku’s hands were gentle but eager, sliding the bunched-up pleated skirt down Shoto’s hips with a slow, deliberate shimmy. The fabric whispering over his skin, catching for a moment on the curve of his ass before sliding off completely as the catboy lifted his hips to help, stockings still clinging to his thighs like a second skin.

Izuku sat back on his heels for a moment, just admiring.

Shoto’s pale body was flushed in all the right places.

Cheeks, chest, the soft insides of his thighs, the pretty pink of his still-wet pussy. His tail curled lazily beside him, mismatched eyes half-lidded and glowing with that same heart-shaped heat.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Izuku breathed, voice thick with awe and want.

Shoto huffed, turning his head to the side even as his little smile widened.

“You’re such a pervert,” he muttered, but there was no real bite in it.

Izuku only smiled wider, reaching over to the nightstand and popping open a small bottle of clear, shimmering liquid—the aphrodisiac they’d bought on the way here, just in case.

He poured a generous amount into his own mouth, the sweet-tasting liquid coating his tongue before he leaned down again.

He grabbed Shoto’s cheeks with one scarred hand, gently but firmly squeezing until his lips parted.

Then Izuku kissed him—messy, open-mouthed, and deep—pouring the warm aphrodisiac straight onto Shoto’s tongue in a slow, filthy stream. Their tongues slid together, slick and sweet, the liquid mixing between them as they shared it in wet, desperate kisses.

Izuku pulled back just enough to whisper against his lips, eyes dark and glowing.

“Let’s go all night, kitty.”

Shoto’s only answer was a love-struck smile, soft and dazed, pupils blown wide as the aphrodisiac slowly started to settle into their systems—warmth blooming low in their bellies, heat spreading through every vein, making every touch feel electric.

He reached up, fingers threading into Izuku’s curls, and pulled him back down into another messy, sweet kiss.

“…Yeah,” he whispered against Izuku’s mouth, voice already breathy again. “All night.”

—

Mineta lay flat on his back in his tiny dorm bed, arms folded behind his head, staring up at the dark ceiling with a completely blank expression.

The room was quiet.

The rest of the class had long since gone to sleep.

No one was around to hear him.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Just breathed slow and steady, replaying the entire day in his head like a private movie.

The way Shoto’s new cat ears had twitched when he got mad.

The way his tail had lashed when Mineta stroked it.

The way Izuku had smiled all awkward and polite while his bunny ears kept flicking every time someone mentioned the two of them going off alone for the weekend.

Mineta’s face stayed perfectly neutral for a long, smooth ten seconds.

…Then, slowly, a grin crept across his lips.

It started small—just the corners of his mouth twitching upward—before it stretched wide, sharp and knowing, eyes glinting in the dark.

“Oh yeah…” he whispered to himself, voice low and gleeful. “They’re definitely fucking right now.”

His grin widened until it looked almost painful, cheeks flushed with secondhand excitement as he imagined it in vivid, disgusting detail.

“Power couple upgraded… catboy in heat getting absolutely railed by bunny stamina… heh.”

“…Heh heh heh.”

He let out a soft, wheezy little laugh, rolling onto his side and hugging his pillow like it was the only thing keeping him from vibrating out of his skin with joy.

Mineta knew.

And he was so fucking thrilled about it.

“…Midoriya, you dirty dog.”

fin.