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Izuku x Rumi (Miruko) Drabble (December 2023)
🕑 Added 2023-12-15 00:22:45 +0000 UTC
This Drabble is based on the images above from the talented artist Mark Gavatino linked here: https://x.com/markgavatino/status/1525549900548775938?s=46&t=zBUX-NbQ5mcXtUgO4qtxMA
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Being a pro hero wasn’t always filled with joy and glory the way everyone expected. Some days were boring, some days were grueling, and some days were downright beyond frustrating when an encounter with a villain or a disastrous situation didn’t exactly go your way. This frustration was twice as impactful for Izuku, who blamed himself twice as hard for any injury that anyone sustained.
For all these reasons, it was important for a hero to have a proper work-life balance, or in other words, a way to destress. All Might warned him from early on that having ways to relax was just as important as scheduling his hero patrols…Izuku just never expected his version of ‘relax’ to be a rowdy brown rabbit with borderline disciplinary issues. Seriously, even though she was the veteran here and they only teamed up once every few weeks, he always found himself needing to be the responsible one, holding her back and trying to be rational with how they went about their work together…but even though that sounded like it’d be a headache, Izuku actually found the vibe incredibly relaxing. Maybe it was because he felt like he could do anything as long as Miruko was by his side. She made any plan seem possible, and when she listened to his ideas and no one else’s? Maybe it was stupid, but it made him feel sort of…special. Competent. Like he really did know what he was doing. And for Izuku, that type of validation in his heroism was what helped him relax the most, knowing that he was successfully fulfilling his dream of saving people.
They’d just finished another team up mission together, but the fight with the villain had gotten rather messy with debris and dirt everywhere, so Rumi followed Izuku back to his agency to use the shower there.
“Not bad today, number one. Guess you’re showing everyone why you got that title a month after debuting, huh?” Rumi sneered, half genuinely complimenting him and half lamenting in irritation at how quickly he’d knocked everyone down the rankings.
Izuku laughed and rubbed the back of his head. “I’m not trying to show off or anything! That’s more your style.”
“Ooh, feisty!” She stepped into his personal space to get up in his face, though it was pretty difficult for her considering she was an entire head shorter than him. “I like it.”
He blushed and turned away from her to begin fiddling with his belt. “You can go ahead and shower first. The one on the left is for women.”
She crossed her arms and jutted her hip to the side. “What, tryna get rid of me? Are you that embarrassed to get naked in front of a woman, number one?”
“I-I don’t see how that has anything to do with this! I’m just telling you you can go ahead and use our shower!” He insisted. “A-anyway, it’s only natural for me to want to wait for you to go before I undress, isn’t it? I can’t just change in front of you…”
“Why not? I’ll do it.” Rumi began to lift her shirt, which immediately made Izuku physically push her towards the door.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! J-just go already, okay?!”
She chuckled, but began walking down the hallway towards the women’s shower.
“Man…why is she always like this…” Izuku sighed. It’s not like he was getting fully undressed right here, anyway. He took off his shirt and parts of his gear attached to his waist and legs before throwing a towel around his shoulders, entering the men’s shower. Even though Rumi was always teasing him like that, he still found her presence and her energy a nice change of pace from the stress of hero work. Hot showers were also plenty relaxing, though, so he couldn’t wait to get his large, tense, scarred, sweaty muscles beneath that warm water…
“…” Someone else was already getting their large, tense, scarred, sweaty muscles rinsed beneath the shower. As soon as she heard him walk in on her, Rumi turned around with a smirk. He only saw the smirk briefly, though, because his eyes immediately drifted down to her wet boobs instead, literally dripping water from her dark nipples. A scene straight out of his wet dreams.
“Hey. Took ya long enough to join me.”
At times like this, one would probably expect Izuku to explode in a fit of screaming and stuttering and nose bleeding. Hell, that’s how he would’ve expected himself to react, too. Instead, the internal explosion of shock and flustered horniness must’ve been so intense that it completely fried his brain along with his ability to panic. All he could get out were a few surprisingly quiet but not at all calm words.
“You…what…why here?”
Rumi grinned and stretched her arms to show off even more of her body. The stretch of her muscular curves was just…oh yes. “I peeked into the other shower and there was no one there! Makes sense since your agency is teeny tiny. Number one hero, but still new to the scene, so it is what it is, right? I wasn’t gonna sit in there all by myself! Not when I’ve got such fun company right here just a room away!” When she crossed her arms, she put them right beneath her boobs, making them bounce forward. She had to know what she was doing, right? Even though this went so far beyond her normal teasing.
Somehow, Izuku managed to turn around. “…I must leave.”
He wasn’t sure what response he expected, but Rumi’s quiet, disappointed sigh froze him in his tracks. “Running away again, number one? To think I finally dropped the subtlety only for the same result. Well, I’m not one to give up, but don’t expect me to keep chasing when it gets boring. Guess I’ll go find someone else to—”
Izuku whipped around and closed the distance between them in one breath, green lightning crackling up his body with a loud sizzle now that he was beneath the shower water with her, planting his hand against the wall right next to her head while Rumi’s back pressed against the shower wall.
“Oh? I didn’t realize you were the jealous type. Guess I shoulda used that approach sooner.” She smirked.
Izuku wasn’t amused. The flusteredness was gone. The panic was gone. There was no humor in his eyes as he gritted his teeth. “Do you know what it’s like to have to hold myself back when you’re constantly teasing me with that fat ass in that tight costume of yours? Fighting a horde of Nomu is way easier than stopping myself from just grabbing your ass like I know you want. And you have the gall to call that ‘running away’?” His face got closer and closer to hers, the water matting his green hair down as his breath tickled against her ear. “I’ve been forcing myself to stay under control, keeping professional for the sake of my new title as the number one hero. And you…you have been doing everything in your power to test my patience. Do you know what would happen if I gave in? We would both find ourselves in the middle of a scandal. What would the headlines be? ‘New young number one hero Deku is caught engaging in sexual conduct with number five hero Miruko’. That’s the type of thing neither of us could escape for our entire career. As always, I’m the one being responsible while you’re doing whatever the fuck you want!”
“Ohhh…hearing you swear is nice,” Rumi moaned.
“Are you taking this seriously?” He pushed her back against the wall even harder, sneering against her cheek. “You talked about dropping the subtlety…I’m the one dropping the subtlety. There’s a reason All Might never got in a relationship…”
“So it all comes back to trying to be like All Might, huh?” She didn’t seem the least bit concerned or shaken by his rationale for never taking her hints. “You know what I just heard? Blah blah blah, hero duty. Well let me ask you this—what do you want? You, the man, Izuku Midoriya, not the hero Deku.” She cupped her own tits, bouncing them forward, making them splash water onto his face. Holy fuck it should be illegal to be that sexy.
“You know what I want…” His hands were already starting to trail down her shoulders, feeling and appreciating her curves…
She was the one leaning forward on her tiptoes to breathe against his ear now. “Then what are you waiting for? Fuck the media. Fuck everything else. You’re holding yourself back because you’re thinking so much about being the clean and sanitary number one hero, but you can never keep that up forever without driving yourself crazy…just like All Might. Tell me again, what was that last lesson he taught you before you debuted as the number one hero?”
Izuku gulped as his hands found their way to her chest, inches away from actually groping her wet tits. “...a hero should always have a way to relax and destress…” He recited All Might’s words.
Rumi grabbed Izuku’s wrists and brought his palms to her tits. “Exactly. So go on, number one…let’s ‘destress’ together. If you trust in your mentor’s words, then everything we’re about to do is also an important part of being a hero.”
At that moment, there was only one thing on Izuku’s mind—nothing in the world sounded quite as stress-relieving as pounding out his frustrations into the bratty bunny bitch pushing his buttons.
The sound of Rumi’s body slamming against the shower wall echoed, water splashing around their feet as Izuku suddenly spun her around and slammed her chest against the wall. Her ass naturally shoved itself back for him as he grabbed her waist with one hand and stripped himself naked with the other. “If word ever gets out about this, I’m telling them exactly what happened…that you were the one who begged me for my cock!”
She turned to grin at him from over her shoulder. “I don’t beg for anything, number…one…” She trailed off as she finally laid eyes on the number one hero’s cock for the first time.
Izuku’s dick was so large that it went up to her lower back even as he hot-dogged it in between her thick, chocolate buns.
“Don’t blame me for what happens next.” As he rubbed himself in between her delicious dark ass cheeks, his fingers reached down to tease her pussy, testing how wet it was between her arousal and the shower water. After a few finger thrusts to ensure she was ready, he dragged his dick down her ass to the entrance of her pussy.
Rumi sucked in a sharp breath, and the fact that he could intimidate the Miruko with just the sheer size of his cock was just the ego boost he needed to slam into her without remorse.
“Ahhh, fuck! Fuck, that’s it! Oh, fuck, slow down there…fuck, I said slow the fuck down! Aghhh!” She gasped as he rammed inch after inch of his thick meat into her, the contrast between her dark skin and his pale cock making it impossible for him to hold back.
“Don’t tell me even the great Miruko can’t handle a little bit of stretching,” he taunted directly into her ear from behind, spanking so hard it sent droplets of water splashing off of her ass.
“D-don’t get cocky with me now…” Miruko gritted her teeth together, pressing her tits closely against the wall and squeezing her eyes shut. “Nnnngh…didn’t know you were gonna be so damn huge…”
“Too huge for you to handle?”
“Ha!” She gave a strained scoff. “Who do you think I am? Nothing is too much for me to handle…ahhhh…!” She moaned as he jerked his hips forward, giving her just the slightest bit of friction as he hilted his cock completely inside of her tight pussy.
“I’m glad to hear that, Rumi. Guess that means I don’t have to hold back?”
She gritted her teeth. “If you hold back, I’ll kill you. I don’t need any pity! Give me everything you’ve got!”
Izuku clicked his tongue against his teeth, grabbing her waist. “You really ought to think before you speak, before you end up asking for something you can’t handle.”
Rumi sneered, insulted. “Didn’t I just tell you? There’s nothing I can’t—HANDLE—!” She was cut off by a scream as Izuku rammed forward, slamming her against the shower wall, making water splash all around them. He dragged his cock out of her pussy, savoring the way her walls closed back in without the intrusion of his thick cock only for him to force his way back inside and stretch her out all over again, forcing those tight walls to clench down around him while he invaded deep inside of her with his massive size.
Rumi’s voice became a cacophony of gasps and yelps—the types of noises nobody would ever expect to hear from the proud number 5 hero. The shower walls made it all the more erotic too, her voice bouncing all around the room, echoing and growing higher and higher in pitch, more and more raspy, more and more desperate.
“You asked for this…don’t fucking forget it…” Izuku growled directly into her bunny ears, even pulling on them and using the wall to support her as he fucked her with an ever-increasing force. Each slap of his hips against her ass made water splash against their bodies, making the friction between them even more wet and messy and sexy.
As shocking and rare as the sounds leaving Rumi’s mouth were, the sounds coming from Izuku were equally as shocking. Nobody would expect such dirty grunts and growls out of the kind and friendly number one hero. The smiling ball of green sunshine had become a beast unleashed—his face was scrunched up with his eyes narrowed and his teeth bared, breathing so hard his breath puffed out with smoke in the hot shower, grunting with a primal, animalistic aggression as he pounded his woman’s cunt without mercy.
“Deku…Izuku…! Number one…! Fuuuuck, I can’t…! I’m gonna cum!” Rumi’s tongue was hanging out and forced to lick the shower wall, unable to push herself off of it as Izuku’s brutal thrusts kept her pinned between the wall and his muscular, relentless body. Her boobs were squished against it, and her eyes were rolling back as her legs quivered. The powerful, unshakeable Miruko could barely stand as Izuku’s fat cock reshaped her cunt, overpowered her body, and brought her to a mind-numbing, screaming orgasm of ecstasy.
“FUUU–UUU–UUUCK! H-How the fuck did this happen?!” She moaned and cried out, throwing her head back, vision going white as she came around his cock, squirting a puddle of pussy juices to join the shower water around their feet. It was like a shower pouring down from her cunt and around the shaft of his cock, dripping down her thighs.
“Shit, your cunt tightens up really nicely when I make you cum…think I’ll make you do it again,” Izuku grunted, sliding his hands up from her waist to instead grope her tits from behind before speeding up his thrusts to fuck her through her orgasm and straight into another one.
“Wait—FUCK! Y-you fucking asshole! I can barely feel my fucking legs, if you keep…ahhh, keep thrusting while my cunt is so sensitive…fuuuuck, I’ll go crazy!” She gasped, clawing at the wall as if attempting to escape, but there was nothing she could do about the beast that she had provoked as his cock hammered into her squirting cunt.
Izuku had reached his limit with the bratty bitch who was always seducing him. She had asked for it, so he was giving it to her. She wanted him to destress? Then he was going to chase the feeling of his cock being squeezed like it was the most relaxing feeling in the entire world!
“This is what you fucking get, you slutty bunny…that’s all you are, isn’t it? Go on, call yourself a slutty bunny! Tell me what a whore you’ve been for me this whole time while you start squirting your brains out on the number one hero’s dick again!”
With each wave of her orgasm that Izuku pushed her through, her head got more and more fuzzy, until even the most independent, headstrong heroine of their generation who had inspired another whole generation of independent women was reduced to nothing more than an obedient slut for her man. “I-I’ve been such a naughty, slutty bunny for you! That’s all I’ve been ever since we first teamed up! Just a dirty slut chasing the number one hero’s dick! Just a cock-obsessed whore wanting to get laid by the new hotshot best hero!”
“I should’ve seen it from the very beginning, too. Yeah, of course you didn’t approach me for any respectable reasons. Just the top heroine wanting to get fucked by the top hero. I had too much respect for you…but now that I see what a whore you are, all of that will go away, and I’ll give you what you wanted from the very start!” He pulled her off of the wall and easily squatted his back against the wall, showing off his leg and core strength from how effortless it was to maintain the position despite how slippery the shower wall was. He then plopped the short, muscular bunny heroine down on his lap, making her ride his cock without slipping in his wall-squat position for even a second. “You want to know a secret, Rumi?”
She hardly even seemed capable of responding, but she somehow managed to nod…or maybe that was just her head naturally bouncing up and down as she bounced her entire body in his lap, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders to ride his cock, eagerly carving out her own cunt with his thick, manly shape.
“The secret is…” He leaned in closer, smirking as he let it all out, let it all loose. “I’ve been waiting to fuck you this entire time, too. Ever since you first approached me, I’ve been fighting against my better judgment, avoiding the horny thoughts, doing everything in my power to stop myself from just saying ‘fuck it’ and throwing you down to breed you like the bunny slut you are.”
Rumi’s voice was a constant string of, “AH! AH! AH! FUCK!” But even amidst all that, she managed to croak out a response. “That’s…hardly any secret…everyone knows you’ve wanted to fuck me…”
He sneered. “Cheeky bitch.” His head surged forward, finally capturing her lips in his own, and she eagerly kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders even tighter to pull their faces as close together as possible, practically smushing their tongues together in a passionate, sloppy, lust-filled kiss. There was no technique and hardly any actual kissing—just two tongues desperately sliding together in a moment of heat and lust that had long since gotten out of hand.
Her tits were squished against his scarred chest, his hands were supporting her ass and back, and his cock thrust up into her bouncing cunt as he pulled away just enough so their tongue tips were reaching out of their mouths to keep tangled together. “I’m gonna fill you up now, slut…leave you dripping my cum until not even the shower will be able to wash it all out…so just be a good bunny and keep bouncing until you’re stuffed full!”
“Ha…ha…yes, number one~” She moaned against his tongue, squeezing her eyes shut to ride his cock, back arching as the thick head of his dick hit the very back of her cunt, nestled against the sensitive area of her pussy that she would never be able to feel without a cock as big as his. Then, buried as deep inside of her as possible, Izuku unloaded all of the stress of being the new and young number one hero, groaning and sighing in pleasure and intensity, every muscle in his body flexing, balls pulsing against her cunt as wave after wave of heat and euphoria seized him.
Each time he let out another burst of hot seed, Rumi would grind her cunt down into his lap, squeezing and milking him dry, desperately kissing him the entire time. No matter how intense the pleasure became, Izuku’s squatting stance never faltered, his muscular body easily able to support Rumi as a chair for her to sit on and ride.
When he had finished his orgasm and Rumi was too exhausted to do anything other than collapse her tits against his chest and her head against his broad shoulder, Izuku remained as her chair and just sat with her beneath the shower, both of them panting for air while he ran a hand down her smooth back and let the warm water conclude this moment of ultimate relaxation.
At some point, they went from sitting beneath the shower to actually standing and washing themselves off. There, beneath the shower, front to front, Rumi pressed her boobs up against his chest and threw her arms around the back of his neck with a grin. “So, found a new way to destress, number one? ‘Cause after what you just did, there’s no way I’m letting this be a one-time thing.”
Izuku sighed. “This is really the sort of thing we should discuss when we’re in a more neutral head space…but…” But he was sick and tired of having to be the responsible one with her. And also…perhaps there was no way he was letting this be a one time thing, either. So, for all his concerns about public image and trying to avoid a media uproar, Izuku grabbed her chin and leaned down to kiss her. “I guess I could get used to this.”
After all, becoming the number one hero hadn’t been Izuku’s only dream growing up. Like many young men in his generation, he had grown up lusting after Miruko, watching her rise up as the highest ranking female hero and wanting nothing more than to be buried in her pussy.
Becoming the number one hero…striking a work-life balance with ways to relax from the stress of hero work…and obtaining the sexy woman of his dreams…it was safe to say that Izuku had finally hit the trifecta jackpot that he’d always dreamed of. And no matter what media uproar there was about their relationship in the future, there was simply no way Izuku could ever regret this outcome.
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