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Hizashi Yamada, hero name; Present Mic, Quirk; Voice. Today, the DJ is on the dance floor, grooving along, the booze flooding his system in a burst of euphoria.
Tweak, hero name; Lucky Rabbit, Quirk; AnthroRabbit. Today, she is equally smashed, whirling around, hot pink hair streaming in ribbon curls around her while she laughs, trying to catch her balance.
For three years, she was his diligent, overly fond student, and for the last two years, she has been a hero; but for more than the last five, she had her eyes on the goofy, cheerful voice hero whose warm voice fills her house every morning and night.
Having the opportunity for a reunion of sorts was wonderful, and with the boundaries of authority withered between them, the voice hero was happy to treat her like someone on his level, someone he could be… entertained with.
She giggles over her cocktail and offers him a sip, like he’s an overexcited child, and he stoops down to let her tilt the glass towards his mouth. When he’s drunk, the man only gets louder, but between him and the music, she doesn’t mind. If they were a little more comfortable, she would have leaned in, and had the warm, wet taste of his mouth of hers, but the night is young. There’s time for that later, or at least, she hopes so.
A bass-filled rhythm pervades the air, and he hoots and hollers with delight, bouncing on his feet. He looks like an idiot, but hell if it isn’t endearing and oddly cute. He’s goofy, but she’s always known that.
“Mic,” she squeals, when he pulls her close, spinning her around. Her skirt flares, flashing her pale thighs. Her quirk is basically the ability to turn into an anthropomorphic rabbit, standing seven foot tall. When she hyper-emotional, her quirk gets… confused, and she winds up with rabbit ears.
She isn’t wearing her hat today, and her ears stream behind her, ridiculously long and fluffy. The odd lover might have been so clever to find what she thinks is obvious; touching the soft lining between the base of her ear, gently teasing the delicate skin, makes her melt like crazy. She hopes he’s quick enough on his feet that he does it too if they manage to whirl their way into her bedroom.
Her hands cling to the front of his jacket, pulling him down to her with a laugh, her eyes sparkling as she presses her forehead to his. His hands clasp her cheeks, leathery gloves gathering the sweat from her face, and he chuckles right back, warm and husky, and does exactly what she’d hoped he would; he tilts up her jaw, thumbs lightly digging into the soft flesh of her throat and he presses a quick kiss against her mouth.
Her hands raise awkwardly to mirrors his pose, thumbs in the hollows beneath his jaw, sighing thankfully as she presses a kiss in return. The music feels like a dull roar in the background now, their attention fixated on each other, on sharing small touches. His hands graze of her hips, so large compared to her own, and she can’t lie- she adores how it feels. She wants him everywhere.
She starts to back up towards the dancefloor’s exit, gently tugging him along.
“Come home with me,” she offers, the movement of her mouth brushing his with each word. They’re both drunk, and they’re probably not as adorable as she thinks they are right now, but she knows what she wants.
Her wide, pink-red eyes look up at him with adoration his drunken ass most likely can’t comprehend, but he’s nodding, trying to kiss her again with another drunk snuffle.
“Yeah?” she half gasps, breathy and a little lightheaded, “come home…”
She takes out her phone, and between kisses, manages to place a call for a taxi to come collect them. She sets her phone to vibrate, and the two leave the building, giggling like kids as he dramatically tries to shush her, as though she’s the noisy one.
The trip to her home is largely uneventful, with the voice hero trying to slide his palm up her inner thigh, making her shudder and squirm. He had enough sense that he at least didn’t palm between her thighs. She wasn’t entirely sure she could have stopped herself from being vocal if he had.
She stumbles up her driveway, the blonde following, green eyes burning on her back as he staggers behind her, nearly driving her into the door.
“Hizashi,” she hisses, trying not to burst into louder peals of laughter in case her neighbours were attracted by the boisterous sounds, “shhh… shhh…”
The key finally hits the right angle, and she twists it gratefully, opening the door and letting him in.
“C’mon, listener,” he purrs, strutting past her with all the confidence of the alpha male the poor man just wasn’t. He looks around, a wide smile on his face, as though amazed by the commonplace objects around him. Like a kid in a store, he touches things as he passes them, straightening the photo of her as a kid, spinning a porcelain ornament.
“You don’t even know where my bedroom is, silly boy,” she smirks, shaking her head lightly and starting to climb her stairs. She ends up half crawling up them, the drunken man behind her opting to do the same. When she reaches the landing, she uses the banister to pull herself up and steady herself. The blonde, not so smartly, uses her to pull himself up, and nearly brings the two of them down into a heap on the ground.
“Hey, hey,” she blurts, trying to find her balance. He snorts, on his knees, and nuzzles the back of her thighs.
“That’s… cheeky,” she half gasps, flustered. Her skin prickles, her legs trembling, “I- c’mon, the bedroom isn’t far- p-please?”
He grumbles softly but acquiesces, standing up and following her to her bedroom. She traipses in and kicks off her heels, spinning around and resting against the edge of her bed, watching him follow her, unzipping his jacket and hanging it on her dresser as he does.
“Hey, Lucky Bunny,” he coos, “this isn’t a prank, is it? Cos I’d be really sad if it were.”
She shakes her head, smiling, “no. No prank.”
“I thought you liked me,” he slurs, stripping off his top, “you were such an earnest student, even Aizawa thought so.”
“I do,” she confirms, raising a brow.
“I couldn’t do anything,” he croons, dividing her thighs and resting his legs between them, “cos sex and students, y’know, it’s a no-go.”
She just nods, edging up the bed so she can wrap her legs around his waist and pull him on top of her. He grunts, rooting a hand in her hair and tugging her head to the side so his tongue can glide over her throat. He hums approvingly, “people don’t usually want me like this, y’know. They like me as radio host an’ everything but usually it’s, ‘you’re too loud,’ and, ‘you look silly,’ but I like the way I like, and I think you do too,” he takes a momentary pause, “I like the way you look.”
She smiles, running her palms over his back. Her vision is a hazy, unfocused at the edges, but he’s still beautiful.
“You’re wonderful,” she tells him, breath catching when he nips at her jugular and sucks. She squirms, shifting her hips against his ridiculously tight pants. He sits up on his haunches and starts to unbuckle his belt, and the revealed sight of his abdomen, that slight bit of hair trailing down, is exciting on levels that makes her belly pang with want.
Her underwear is slick. She can feel her secretion between her folds, building up as her arousal grows.
“You’re my lil Listener, yeah?” he mumbles, shoving his pants down. His cock strains against his underwear, a delectable sight.
“Yeah,” she echoes, breathing uneven. She reaches behind her and unzips the line of her dress before untying the halter neck and letting the dress slide down. She doesn’t look the least bit elegant as she wriggles her way out of it, but now there’s only the scraps of fabric of her underwear and his between them. She shoves the dress off the bed and delves into her bedside draw, coming up with an unopened box of condoms. He grins, obviously pleased she has them, kicking off his boxers as his cock bobs out in the open, free from constriction.
She opens the box, though she can’t help but let her gaze catch over his member, nestled in his blonde pubic hair; the shaft looks nice and thick, while the end tapers off into the flushed, straining head. It curves, and there are veins probing the surface here and there, like little glimpses of the anatomy below. Hints of pink and purple bruise the tip, where the blood is circulating furiously. All in all, his cock looked mouth-wateringly good.
“Look good, listener?”
She swallows and lets her tongue dart over her lip, “yes.”
He looks pleased with himself, as though he has managed to accomplish something great. She tosses him a condom, watches him tear open the foil and bring out the translucent material and roll it down over his cock.
She removes her bra and drops it aside, her tits small but pert, with toffee-toned nipples. His palms would easily eclipse them.
“Panties,” he says, coaxingly, his hand stroking his member eagerly, “I want to see, listener.”
She hooks her thumbs into the waistband and eases them down, revealing the plump flesh beneath, coated in shimmering slick.
He groans, his pace increasing. His precum trapped in the condom makes a lewd wet sound. She hesitantly spreads her thighs and slides her own hand down her stomach and between her thighs, two fingers slipping between her folds and spreading them.
“Put your fingers inside,” the blonde demands, taking on an imperative tone.
Her fingers enter with a squelch that makes her cheeks darken with embarrassment, but he looks absolutely enamoured with the view.
“I’m gonna be inside you,” he breathes, hips flexing forward to match the pace of his palm, “god, you suck your fingers in so pretty, I bet you feel amazing around my cock.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she teases, lying back, fingers circling around her pert bud.
He ignores her in favour of moving, shunting himself forward between her thighs, cock jutting out as he grasps her ass, a cheek in each palm, “let me taste you,” he begs.
She giggles, “I’m not gonna say no- ah-”
Her words cut off as his mouth energetically attaches to her swollen bud and sucks heavily, saliva squelching as he tongues at her clit, edging relentlessly. Her legs tense and twitch helplessly, her hands grabbing at his styled hair as she whines and gyrates her hips, “I-fuck, Hizashi.”
Every time she starts to tilt too far over the edge and get close to cumming, it’s like he can sense it, and he moves his attentions away from where she wants it so badly, voice catching in frustration.
He takes his time, learning the shape of her cunt with his mouth until he’s satisfied that she’s reduced to a needy wreck, whimpering, shaking, and her hole in desperate need of filling.
He lifts his face, that familiar proud look on his expression. Her juices glisten all over his jaw and mouth, but he doesn’t bother to wipe it away as he crawls on top of her and seals his mouth over hers.
His tongue strokes the inside of her mouth and she returns the gesture, eagerly tightening her legs around his waist and bucking. He pulls back from the kiss and growls, his hand once against rooting in her hair while the other reaches down to put his cockhead to her entrance.
“Fuck, baby, you squirm and whine so much,” he chuckles, “I didn’t think you’d be so noisy; you were always such a quiet student.”
“Fuck, just do it, Hizashi, I’ve been waiting for this,” she pleads.
He gives her a slow, Cheshire cat smile, “I know.”
With that, he breaches her and bottoms himself out in one swift, firm thrust. She arches her back instantly, giving a self-satisfied moan, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Inebriated, his pupils blown out, his expression relaxed and pleasured… she watches his eyes flutter closed for a second while his hands wrap around her waist, holding the small of her back. He looks so good. She feels so good. She’s clenching snuggly around his cock and he seems to be as happy to bask in the moment as she is.
“Oh, it’s been too long,” he groans. He pushes her back into a mating press, her legs caught over the crease of his elbows, arms tensing deliciously. “Here we go, listener…”
He starts with languid thrusts, nails digging into her back, while his mouth returns to her neck, kissing and nibbling, catching her eat lobe and making her gasp and tense around him, her rabbit ears twitching and toes curling.
“Mmm, gimme those bunny ears, baby…” he coos, a hand reaching to tuck his thumb inside the sensitive crease, his thrusts quickening, “I know they appear when you start to lose control, they’ve already popped up a few times, and I- I know just the places naughty bunnies like you like to be touched.”
“Fu- no, don’t,” she squeaks, words dying as her eyes roll back, legs twitching again as her cheeks flush dark and a stammering moan escapes her. All the teasing has really done a number on her, and she’s embarrassingly close to cumming just from her pussy being filled so nicely and her ear being manipulated.
“I’ll fucking- fucking…”
Her body surges with pleasure as she rushes over the edge, her legs yanking his hips down so he’s in as deep as possible, her hips rutted up against his, a stream of incoherent moans and babbles escaping her.
He groans richly next to her ear, nails digging in as he starts to pick up his pace, “I can’t wait anymore- I gotta-” He growls, the sound positively guttural, as the bed quakes with his thrusts, hitting the wall. At this point, the two of them are making their individual songs of pleasure, the sounds melting together.
“There, right fucking there!” he enthuses, rearing his head back as he reaches the crux of his orgasm, snapping his hips to hers with a snarl as he releases, ropes of cum caught short only by the barrier of the condom.
She melts into the bed, his weight pinning her down as he relaxes on top of her, and strokes between his shoulders, “grade A for effort,” she breathes, smiling and kissing the top of his head.