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Izuku shook his head off of the snow that had coated his green curls. His long ears stood up straight into the air as the snow dripped down his neck and down his back. His whole body shivered at the cold droplets and the sludge that stuck to the base of his bushy tail. Even that little fluffy stump wiggled back and forth to rid itself off of the cold.
He brushed his hand through his hair, looking up into the opening above. The sun didn’t shine through and the wind blew down into the hole he’d tumbled down with great anger. Few flurries of thick snow trickled down around him, causing another jolt to travel through his body when one touched down on his nose.
It had to have been at least a two meter long fall from above ground, Izuku mused to himself. The entrance sloped downward like a ramp and the tunnel itself was fairly narrow, but definitely not the entrance to his own warren. Not to mention that the smell that wafted through the air was far too carnivorous to even belong to a rabbit.
His ears dropped down as he glanced around in the dark, eyes not yet adjusted with the sudden light change. He could see the faint outline of walls and the ground which was covered in sticks and soft grass. Almost as if someone had made a sort of carpet on the burrow floor. It was soft to sit on, and even though it did itch his bare butt a little bit, it was definitely better than the dirty ground Izuku had been expecting.
With shivering fingers and aching toes from the biting cold, Izuku slowly crawled up the tunnel with unsteady steps. He had to lay on his stomach to squeeze through but he still had enough room to maneuver properly. His own burrow entrance was much smaller and much more narrow than this one, just to keep predators from managing to get inside.
The wind bit at his nose and his fingers, and toes were red from the snow where he’d trekked through the winter wonderland outside in hopes of finding some shelter. He was too far away to go home and had hoped to take cover in some hollowed out oak somewhere. But he’d only managed to wander aimlessly and the woven grass shirt did little to save him from the snowstorm that had taken to the area. The only cover it gave him was for his arms and torso. It snagged on his tail and left his behind bare for the elements along with his legs. Otherwise it would probably have gone as far down as his thighs.
Before he’d left his tiny burrow his mom had dressed him in the shirt along with a woven coat with a hood made out of collected fur that they’d both shed along the year. It hung warm and snug around him and the matching boots she’d woven that were equally as comfy. They’d been stuffed with grass and mozz and shed rabbit fur to give his feet warmth in the snowy terrain. But somewhere along the way he’d gotten a bit sidetracked and the day had rolled away, and when Izuku had decided to return home he had fallen in a lake that had ruined his boots. His coat had snagged on a tree and ripped before being taken by the wind and he’d been left to wander aimlessly, cold and alone and scared that he might freeze to death before the sun came out again.
He stuck his head out, squeezing his eyes shut and covering his face with his hand as the wind took hold of his hair and his ears. They flapped behind him wildly and ice particles hit him in the face. His ears were aching, his cheeks burning from the cold and his nose was redder than his feet that were probably risking frostbite from the cold.
With a whine he slid back down the tunnel and landed on the carpeted floor. He huddled up in a ball, rubbing his ears and then his feet to get circulation back into them. He could barely feel the digits and when he wiggled them back and forth, it hurt. He rubbed some more as a cold chill tore through him, and he sniffled.
He was alone in someone else's burrow, far from home in an area he didn’t know and caught up in the middle of a snowstorm. Izuku’s luck just couldn’t get much better, could it?
A whimper escaped his throat as he rubbed his nose on his sleeve. His eyes burned, but he couldn’t tell if it was from the cold or if it was from the tears that threatened to fall. He was shivering and all he wanted right now was to bundle up in his little hole in his own warren, in his little nest of warm pelt and grass and moss. A warm woven blanket his mom had made him one summer was still there and he had a food stock that he was saving just in case of a snowstorm starting. Now he couldn’t use any of that, and he was all cold and hungry and scared.
Kacchan had said Izuku was going to end up in trouble one of these days. Had always pointed out Izuku’s happy and naive nature as his biggest weakness.
“You’re going to walk head first into trouble with how you prance around,” the pomeranian had said with a huff. A small snarl had left him as his tail had wagged back and forth. He’d rubbed at the red spiky collar around his neck that hung loosely to show it wasn’t a show of his sexual nature, simply an accessory of choice. “You’ll fall on your head and then some carnivor will eat you up.”
But that was easy for Kacchan to say, Izuku huffed to himself as he looked around the burrow. He lived in a nice little house with his mom and dad. They had the privilege of being not just a carnivorous species, but dogs. Domesticated and considered classy enough to live modern . As if the life Izuku and his mom lived wasn’t good enough. Many Rabbits lived out in the wild like they did. So did tons of other species as well, not just them. Wolves were famous for their wild lifestyle and even some horses prefer to run free in nature instead of moving to the bustling cities.
And Izuku liked his life. It was the only life he’d know growing up. He’d heard stories from Kacchan and he had been to visit some times, but most of Bakugou’s friends were city species and they didn’t understand Izuku’s prefered preferences. He didn’t dress like they did and he didn’t act like they did.
So what if it was a bit cold in the winter when the sun disappeared behind the clouds and the snow would cover the ground in a blanket of white fluff. As if the clouds had fallen from the skies. But a few cold months did nothing to compare to the free spring and the wondrous summer. Of running around the trees and the lakes, picking berries and eating wild plants. Learning the herbs and the recipes of nature from his mom and knowing how to give back what he took.
Sure, it was a hard life. But Izuku absolutely loved it.
Besides, he didn’t understand those faux leather clothes that Kacchan would wear or that leather collar around his neck. Why he would cover his feet with such thick material even during summer to the point where he couldn’t even feel the grass beneath his feet. That was even part of why Izuku liked to have grass in his woven winter shoes, to feel that gentle tickle of the blades sliding between his toes. The pre cooked meals and the big houses that you got lost in and then so many streets with such noise and…
No, Izuku liked the wild of the forest. It was his home. He’d been born in his mom’s warren and he was hoping to live out the rest of his life out here, one day with his own children.
That didn’t change the fact that when things like this happened, Izuku just wanted to disappear into the ground and never surface again.
He ran his hand over the wall in the dark, feeling the roots stick out and how the dust crumbled a bit under his gentle touch. By this point he could see them fairly well and he knew that there was an additional room to the burrow before his fingertips touched the rounded out entrance in the dirt.
He tumbled inside, slipping on the edge when his sore legs gave out. He made a flip and landed with his legs up against the wall, head on the dirt and a small bump in the back.
“Ouch,” he spoke to himself, winching as his feet fell down. His bum pressed against the wall as he put his hands down to sit up. He stopped when his fingers met with hard, white bone. And the blood froze in his veins.
Izuku was very careful when he adjusted his position, hearing how the bones clicked and clacked against each other as he moved. He closed his hand around one and brought it up to his nose to sniff it only to recoil in fear. It hit the dirt with a silent thud, kicking up dust around it.
Animal bones.
Fresh animal bones.
It was at that moment that Izuku looked up, preparing himself to bolt out back into the snow when he was fixed to the ground with a harsh stare. Glowing mismatched eyes locked him to the spot as something moved closer in the dark.
At this point, Izuku’s eyes had adjusted enough to the dim light that he could make out the features of the person nearing him. The animal whose burrow he’d invaded in his tumble.
Long hair hung down his shoulders, seeming to be of different colors if Izuku didn’t see wrong in the dark and his shoulders were broad. When he snarled, Izuku saw teeth that could only belong to a carnivore. Claws scraped over the ground when the man moved closer and closer, a faint growl in the air around them. Behind him sweeped two large tails that looked suspiciously like…
Izuku swallowed. “A fox…”
“You’re intruding,” the fox said, voice deep and husky. Like a gravel deep inside of the man’s throat.
“I didn’t mean to!” Izuku exclaimed, a loud whimper following when he was trapped against the wall. The bones were slimy and threatening beneath him, digging into his flesh as his heart pounded away in his ear. His right leg started to twitch, thumping on the ground as if to kick the animal away. “Please, don’t eat me. I’m not tasty!”
It wasn’t as common as it had been a couple of decades back, but it still happened that carnivores devoured herbivores whenever they got hungry. In the cities it was illegal and concidered murder, if Izuku remembered Kacchan right. But out here? In the wild? There was no one around to stop you if you found a tasty treat to snack on, whether it was an animal that had long ago returned to its roots and no longer retained any humanoid features or if it was someone like Izuku with a conscious mind and the ability to speak.
Wolves, mountain lions, bears and even foxes were some of the few species that his mother had warned him about his entire lives. They wouldn’t show you mercy and they would only take what they wanted. If he saw one, he was to turn around and run the other direction without a second thought.
He couldn’t run this time. The beast in question was blocking his escape and he was too cold and frozen from the weather to put up a proper fight. So instead he just squeezed his eyes shut and prepared himself to kick if he had to.
“I’m not going to kill you,” the fox said bluntly as he moved closer, putting one hand next to Izuku’s hip and the other so close to his tail that his breath hitched. “You’re advanced.”
“Ye-yes! I am.” Izuku furiously nodded.
The fox appeared to look him over, from his wind torn shirt to his red feet and snow bitten cheeks. A clawed thumb brushed over his cheeks and those heterochromatic eyes got so close that Izuku could count the shades of blue in his left eye and see that his hair was split down the middle in an array of snowy white and fiery red. A scar seemed to marr the left side of his face.
“Is your face dirty?” the fox asked as a thumb moved over his cheek.
Izuku shook his head slowly, too afraid to do any drastic movements. “I’ve got… I’ve got freckles.”
“Freckles,” the fox repeated after him in a curious tone and when his thumb brushed below Izuku’s eye, he couldn’t help but meet that mismatched gaze. “Are you cold?”
“Yes. I got… I’m lost, and then the storm came and I…” Izuku bit his lip and sniffled again. “I can’t find my way home and I don’t want to die, so please don’t eat me.”
“I won't kill you,” the fox repeated slowly and still without much emotion in his tone besides that underlying growl. A strong musk filled the small space that made Izuku’s loins pulse and his nose itch. “If you do something for me.”
Izuku swallowed, shoulders rising to the base of his ears as he carefully nodded for the fox to continue. One of his ears stood upright, high on alert for any sound and his leg was still kicking, twitching with the need to thump.
“Let me fuck you.”
The wind was howling, the burrow—or den, now that he knew it belonged to a fox—was filled to the brim with the scent of dirt, musk and something else, something that was prickly in his nose. A scent he couldn’t quite explain. The occasional flurry still managed to make its way down into the den, fluttering past them. Yet, in that very moment, for Izuku, the world might as well have stood still.
“But… I’m a bunny?” was the only excuse Izuku could find as to why the thought of a fox and rabbit having sex was the most absurd thought that had ever been voiced aloud.
Why would a fox even want to breed with him of all people? There was no way that he could know about Izuku’s sexual nature even if his eyes had now gotten used to the dark enough to see the face of the fox before him in a clearer light. Izuku was clenching his thighs together too much for him to see what was down there and his shirt was thankfully laying in folds over his thighs.
“I can see that,” the fox said as he nuzzled Izuku’s neck. A sharp and coarse tongue licked across his jugular and his breath caught in his throat. “But you’re the one that fell into my den. Even a baby rabbit would know not to bother a fox during these times.”
January, Izuku’s mind supplied. It was January, and it was winter, and foxes would breed in winter. Most commonly in January.
Izuku had fallen straight into the den of a fox in rut, and right now Izuku was the closest person in a ten mile radius that he could get off with. It was quite literally a choice of being eaten or being fucked.
“But I don’t know you,” Izuku found himself mumbling lowly, slowly shrinking into a ball as the fox stared down at him. “You don’t know me.”
“Shouto.”
“Huh?”
“My name.”
“Oh,” was the only sound Izuku made at that. A frown took to his features as he glanced around the small room before quickly returning his gaze to the fox. “I… I guess, if that’s the case, my name’s Midoriya I-Izuku.”
“Now we know each other,” the fox—Shouto—said simply, his slender fingers brushing up Izuku’s twitching leg until he was dangerously close to slipping in under Izuku’s shirt.
“That… That’s true, but…” Izuku stammered, trying to find an excuse that would work on a fox in goddamn rut of all things, only to come up empty.
He’d grown up alone with his mom, and as his sexual nature went against his gender, Izuku had never known any males that had gone into rut other than Kacchan and his friends. And Izuku was never around them long enough to be bothered by such concepts. He spent his own heats in his warren, nuzzled in his little nest and riding it out while his mom made sure that no one came inside when he was vulnerable.
Thankfully, as a rabbit, Izuku had an advantage that many with his sexual nature didn’t. He could pretty much choose how bad his heats were going to be. If he was going to be lying in his nest, writhing in pure agony over the need to breed or if he would be able to move around the warren without much bother other than a slight fever.
“I could just eat you, if that’s what you’d rather want,” Shouto said with a shrug, his hand gripping Izuku’s leg roughly and pulling him down with a loud yelp.
Shouto gripped his thighs quickly while Izuku tried to kick him with his legs at the sudden angle change. His head fell to the ground and his hips were raised up into the air while his shirt slid to his abdomen, leaving him on pure display.
“I don’t want to die!” Izuku wailed, kicking with his legs and covering his privates with his hands in an attempt to save at least some of his modesty.
“I’m not going to kill you,” Shouto said with an annoyed groan. “I’m going to eat you.”
“They’re the same thing!”
“They’re not.”
“Yes, they are!”
“If you calm down, I’ll prove it to you,” Shouto said, nibbling on the inside of Izuku’s thigh.
“You’re going to kill me.” Izuku sobbed, tears now leaking down his cheeks.
Much to his surprise, he was laid back down onto the ground. His thighs were released and Shouto’s teeth left his skin. He still hovered over him on all fours, his meaty and quite erect manhood standing between his legs quite proudly, as he came up to eye level with Izuku. He dropped down to an elbow while his hand slowly traced the side of Izuku’s ribcage.
Izuku sobbed again, sniffling and whimpering. He dried his nose on his sleeve once more before he met with Shouto’s eyes. “What are you waiting for?”
“For you to stop crying and listen to me,” he said simply.
“Why?” Izuku asked, rubbing away a few tears while Shouto brushed his hair out of his face.
“Because I’m not going to kill you. I’m freezing half to death and my knot’s burning me from the inside out,” he said so bluntly that Izuku wasn’t sure if he was joking or if he was serious. Either way, it made his face turn crimson. “I need to fuck , and you—” His hand moved down to Izuku’s hip as he purred with delight at the way Izuku squirmed under him. “—Need to warm up from the cold outside. You’ll go into shock otherwise.”
Izuku had to admit that he wasn’t wrong. He was still ice cold and shivering, both from fear and from wandering through a snowstorm for hours without proper protection. But there was no way that he could just agree to have sex with some random person he met in the forest, could he? And a fox and a rabbit? Together? It just didn’t work. It went against evolution for them to breed with each other.
“I-if—and only if!” Izuku pointed with a shaky finger at him as Shouto’s fingers brushed over his pubes. “If you’re really, really—and I mean it—really, really gentle.”
The last words were a mumbled mess of murmurs and stammering, but he got them out. Which was all he really could do at the moment.
“I thought rabbits were all sex crazed,” Shouto said with a raised eyebrow as his fingers finally moved down to touch Izuku’s limp dick. They quickly abandoned it, though, when they found that there was more down below that shouldn’t belong there. Shouto’s eyes widened and he pushed up as if to get a better view. “You’ve got a womb.”
Izuku swallowed in fear as he nodded. “I’m an omega…”
“I’m an alpha,” Shouto said immediately after Izuku had finished speaking. “Midoriya Izuku,” he said, his free hand rubbing circles on Izuku’s cheek. “Let me breed you and I’ll make sure you get home safely.”
“And you promise not to eat me…?” Izuku asked carefully, fidgeting as Shouto’s fingers started rubbing across his folds.
“I will only eat your cunt,” Shouto promised, so bluntly that Izuku shrieked in surprise. Shouto let out a long breath of air that created a big white cloud as he exhaled, sweat seemed to trickle down his brow as he asked, “Will you let me?”
“...O-okay.”
Shouto purred in approval. He licked a long wet stripe up Izuku’s cheek before nuzzling into his hair, inhaling his scent and rubbing his own over Izuku. Then he snaked a hand around Izuku’s slim waist and easily hoisted him up and carried him the small distance from the food storage to Shouto’s own nest. When Izuku was put down, he was in a bed of soft leaves cushioning a bunch of sticks. Grass and other soft materials from the forest, along with what looked to be torn clothes, filled the bed. Tufts of white and red pelt were stacked in the nest as well.
In comparison to what Izuku had expected, it was actually quite comfy.
He pushed up on his elbows with his heart in his throat and its beat loud in his ears. His leg was still twitching, kicking around the leaves and the bedding. One ear stood almost stiffly upwards, straight and reacting to every single bit of noise that could be heard, from the wind outside to the breaking of sticks as Shouto climbed in after him.
Here, in the main room of the den, Izuku got the best look of Shouto. His skin was pale and dirty. There was dried semen on a well toned abdomen and on the junction where his hips met his thighs where his hips bones protruded quite prominent. He was clearly well trained and had probably been properly groomed once with how his bangs hung in a very precise cut that framed his face perfectly, drawing attention to his eyes. Narrow feline eyes with long eyelashes that contrasted with a sharp jawline and just the hint of roundness to his cheeks. The rest of his hair had been left long, now hanging down over his shoulders. Just like his hair, his tails and his ears were split in color, while the tips of his tails were the opposite color of their respective sides. Left had a white tuft at the tip, like a proper fox usually had, while the right had a tuft of red at the tip.
All in all, Shouto wasn’t bad to look at. He especially wasn’t bad off below the belt either, as Izuku had already noticed. A bead had already started dripping down the thick shaft, the vein pulsing and the member angrily twitching when a wind blew down from the opening.
“Are you sure that you’re going to…” He had to stop to be able to voice the words aloud. “Fit in—that you’ll fit?”
Shouto’s hand came down to grasp his erection and he gave it a pump before smearing the precome around the head with a low growl. “I’ll fit.”
That was the only thing Shouto said on the matter before he dove down to Izuku’s twitching leg, kissing along it as he held it still with firm hands. Izuku had to bite his lip and clench his hands tight as he let Shouto kiss up his limb, closer and closer to his loins that were throbbing something bad.
That long tongue licked over a hickey that was left and a soft nibble that made Izuku yelp in surprise, and just a tiny smidge of fear that still lingered. But it quickly started to dissipate as Shouto moved surprisingly slowly for an alpha in rut. He seemed to be taking his time well and focusing a lot on making Izuku relax before he eventually got the junction of Izuku’s thigh and hip, where he left a hickey to show he’d been there.
Their eyes met for a few seconds, Shouto’s hungry and lustfully eating Izuku up with his gaze while Izuku was staring down in anticipation and confusing fear.
This was not how he’d expected today to go. This was not how he’d expected his first time to go either, to be fair.
Devoured by a fox he’d only just met in the midst of a snowstorm.
What a story to tell absolutely no one when he left here later.
Well, hopefully he would feel good, too, he thought to himself as he took a long and calming breath before dropping down onto his back. Shouto was going to do what an alpha in rut did and Izuku was going to lay there like an omega was supposed to do when an alpha approached you with a request to breed. That was the law of nature, Izuku supposed. Not that he’d ever had to face it before himself since he mostly stayed to his own, but it had to happen eventually.
Shouto blew a hot breath against his naked loins, pulling on a thick bottom lip with a clawed thumb. The tip grazed the inside before brushing down to his entrance that was getting damper and wetter the more he thought about what was about to happen.
Was Shouto going to plunge inside without hesitation? Was he going to maybe stick his fingers in first just to get a feel for it first? Or was he just gonna admire it for a while and get Izuku in the mood to go before starting off for real?
That was something that Kacchan had told him once in a conversation that Izuku hadn’t really wanted to have. They’d just ended up in that area of discussion and Bakugou had—while being quite annoyed—explained the bare basics of alphas and ruts and how sex worked to Izuku who really could have gone his entire life without knowing those kinds of details.
That was at the time, at least. Now he was glad that he knew the little that he knew, or he was going to be completely lost on what was going to happen. But he couldn’t properly picture what it was going to feel like, though. Bakugou’s description of that had been as vague as a star constellation on a cloudy night sky. Hard to see and shape unreadable.
Guess he didn’t have to know, since he was soon going to figure it out on his own.
His breath hitched and he let out a surprisingly soft eep -sound when Shouto blew on his entrance before licking a long line across his entire pussy. From bottom to the top where he gave the limp cocklett a chaste kiss that stirred it awake quite quickly.
It seemed to please Shouto because he soon went on to do just as he’d promised, eating Izuku out. Licking across his loins and up his awakened member to plunging his tongue inside of his tight cavern and tasting his juices as they flowed out in small streams. All the while, Izuku was arching his back in surprise and in pleasure at the odd but euphoric feelings that rocked through his body. He gripped at the leaves and found a tree root sticking out above his head like a handle that he clasped onto with one hand in an effort to ground himself in the sensation.
“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” Izuku gasped, his hips shaking and core tightening as his dick throbbed and twitched. Shouto gave it a long and thorough lick, from bottom to top to all around the shaft before he swallowed it in one gulp. He gave a hum and one bob of his head before Izuku unraveled at the overwhelming feelings that overtook him.
For a while, he saw stars and he wondered faintly if he was outside and that it had all been a fever dream. He floated across the white space before he materialized back in the nest, back falling back to the bedding and hands falling beside his head, exhausted and limbs heavy like they’d been filled with water.
“That was very fast,” Shouto hummed as he licked his lips, eyes darker and pupils thin, small slits in his eyes. A part of Izuku told him to worry about that, but the other just couldn’t find the strength to properly think things through right now. “I expected you to last a little longer.”
“I’m sorry,” Izuku found himself whispering, eyes falling open and shut multiple times after his orgasm. “I didn’t mean to.”
“But you relaxed quite a bit. This should make it easier,” Shouto said, and that’s when Izuku realized that there was something moving inside him. Bending, prodding and pumping in and out.
He gritted his teeth and keened before daring to look up. Shouto sat between his legs, one hand thrusting a couple of fingers in and out of Izuku while the other was rubbing Shouto’s own cock back and forth. Small drops of precome pushed out of the slit with the pump, leaking across the shaft and making it wet and slippery. His eyes hung hooded and the billowing white clouds of his heavy breathing made him look almost feral, yet somehow managed to give him an ethereal glow. As if Shouto wasn’t, quite literally, a feral beast right now working on pure carnal instinct.
That beast of a cock was going inside of him, Izuku realized, eyes zeroing in on the bead forming at the tip. It was going to pierce his entrance and split him apart from the inside out, and then the knot was going to plug him up and he would be knotted to Shouto for who knows how long.
How long did foxes knot anyway? Wasn’t it different from species to species? Had Kacchan said something about it and he’d just forgotten?
He couldn’t remember. Couldn’t focus on anything other than the fox pushing his legs apart as he pleasured himself and pumped his fingers in and out of Izuku without abandon. He tilted his head back and forth and Izuku had half a mind to ask him what he was thinking about, but decided to not voice those thoughts aloud.
“That’s it, I can’t wait anymore,” Shouto finally said with a deep rumble deep in his throat.
Izuku swallowed, about to open his mouth to answer when he was roughly flipped onto his stomach. He got a mouthful of leaves and shed fox fur in his mouth when his hips were roughly raised into the air. Fingers brushed up the underside of his tail, down over his twitching asshole and then to his stretched folds that clenched repeatedly at the sudden lack of fingers.
I’m not even gonna get to see? Izuku looked over his shoulder, hesitating just a bit when he caught sight of Shouto lining himself up. He only got so good of a view since his own tail stood right in the way, but from the way Shouto’s hand was moving behind his raised behind, it didn’t take a genius to figure out.
He quickly turned his face back to the bedding, fisting the material tight as the warm head of Shouto’s cock pushed against his folds, rubbing up and down, sending jolts up over Izuku’s spine and smearing precome and slick across the pulsing loins.
He inhaled a shaky breath of air that shook his entire body as he dug his fingers so deep into the nest that he grasped onto the sticks and even the frozen dirt down below. He scratched at it, catching some under his nails as his entrance was slowly being stretched with the push of Shouto's hips.
It was… an odd feeling, to say the least. He couldn't quite explain it in any other way than that. Like a rounded ball was trying to enter him, slowly pulling on his walls as his tight muscles were yielding to the force of the push. And then Shouto was inside with a wet pop that sent Izuku's whole body into a shudder, like a spasm. His leg twitched and kicked backward and his teeth started clattering together at the sting of the stretch. He whimpered, shifting his hips a bit as if that would make the sudden ache go away only for it to rub the head against his walls.
Shouto groaned in clear pleasure. His thumbs dug into the round flesh of Izuku's backside, digging claws and all of his fingers into the round flesh to leave V shaped marks behind later. The sound of the nest rustling as he changed his position just the slightest and as the sharp claws on his feet dug into the ground for support echoed in Izuku's ears as his mind reeled.
There was someone inside of him. About to push deep into his very core to untouched areas that even Izuku hadn't had the opportunity to explore yet. Deeper than he could ever go himself.
It was almost weirder than the feel of having Shouto enter him.
"I won't be able to stop," Shouto groaned with an almost threatening growl. He sounded pained when he followed it up with a quiet, "Sorry."
Izuku only shook his head. "It's… it's fine. I under—I understand, so it's o-okay."
He whimpered loudly, the sound echoing across the room, when Shouto leaned over and picked up the base of Izuku's ear while he pushed further inside at a very quick pace. Not each millimeter for itself in an extended number of minutes to let Izuku adjust to the sudden stretch of Shouto's cock, but inch for inch until he couldn't go further without Izuku whimpering in pain.
Each noise Izuku made was accompanied by a soft purr or lick or kiss to his neck area or jawline. Maybe the occasional nibble and sucking on the sensitive base of his ear and the junction where furry ears met the skin of his jaw and cheek. A hand rubbed up his spine, tickling the flesh and making Izuku roll his shoulders at the sensation before the hand moved downward again to rub the very sensitive area surrounding the base of his bushy little tail. It made the stump of fluff twitch and wag back and forth. Shouto circled the area, pressing down on the taut flesh between the base of Izuku's tail and asshole making him keen.
“So soft, and tight,” Shouto moaned, rolling his hips and making small shallow movements that dragged sound after sound from Izuku. “And fucking wet. Shit.”
All Izuku could do was mewl and keen and wiggle his tail at the ache while his teeth ground against each other softly in delight at the ministrations to his tail and neck area. It was a bit of a contradictory mix of sensations that Izuku couldn't decide if he liked or not. But his body had definitely already made up its mind on that matter since his cocklett throbbed and twitched between his legs, leaking small drops into the nest and creating a small wet puddle beneath him. Slick was dripping down the inside of his thighs where it had pumped out of his with Shouto's previous fingering.
His mind was confused and still reeling from the orgasm while his body seemed to already have caught up with the situation at hand. Having decided that the sensations and feelings Shouto brought him were good and nothing to fear.
Without much warning Shouto pulled out roughly before snapping back inside with equal amounts of speed and force, sending Izuku's body rocking forward with each thrust. He would probably have bumped into the wall if he didn't plant a hand on it and Shouto held tight around his waist with one hand and the other firmly planted beside Izuku's head for support. He almost laid above Izuku, holding himself up with knees digging into the nest and pressing down on the bunny with each pump of his hips.
At first Izuku groaned and moaned and whimpered, his sounds echoing around them while the wind howled above ground. Each rub of his walls made it easier and the sting slowly dissipated to be replaced by simple friction and the slap of balls against his dick. Then Shouto brushed something tight inside, an area filled with nothing but nerves and it sent a jolt of electricity throughout Izuku that made him arch his back and mouth fall open in the loudest moan he'd ever made. He hadn't even been aware he could make such noises before Shouto had stolen them from his throat.
There was no hesitation when Shouto started aiming his thrusts, pistoning against the sensitive spot and eventually tearing scream after pleasant scream from Izuku's lips. His body spasmed and jolted, moved and pushed and ached with each brush and thrusts that his body tried to automatically match to minimal levels of success.
There really shouldn't have come as a surprise when Izuku came once more, painting the nest white with sterile semen at the faintest touch of Shouto's fingers around his shaft and a thumb pushing against the slit of his head. What shouldn't have been an even bigger surprise was the fact that Shouto didn't stop in his pumps. On the contrary, he seemed to be picking up speed instead, sending Izuku into a blank mess of open mouthed and silent screams as his eyes rolled into the back of his mind. And when Shouto did come, he did so with a roar that filled the den and drowned out the howling winds from above.
Izuku was pretty lost at that moment, but he was still faintly aware of the fact that Shouto pumped out his orgasm and let Izuku's tight and clenching walls milk his orgasm before his knot swelled beyond unimaginable size, plugging Izuku up as his belly was filled to the brim.
The last conscious thought that Izuku had was that his stomach was warm and hot.
It wasn't the last time they went at it. For the next few days, Izuku was put in a number of positions that left his joints and his nether region ache afterwards. His belly stretched to accommodate the massive amounts of semen the alpha ejaculated and by the time he fell asleep in Shouto's arms for the last time, his belly was swollen and inflated.
He woke up first afterwards, head pounding with a faint headache and his body sore. He was wrapped up in a tight embrace as Shouto snuggled up against him, his head resting snug against Izuku's chest as he breathed hot air against a well decorated collarbone.
The winds had calmed down outside and the small snowflakes that trickled down into the den now melted the second they touched the ground. Creating a small pool of wet soil where the faint light from above illuminated the den. Even the temperature had risen, though that could also be from the fact that Izuku was still warm from their repeated activity and from being held so tight every time they fell asleep afterwards. Now, all he could think to do was to look down on the hungry alpha sleeping soundly against him, barely making a noise.
Shouto's duo colored hair was thrown out of order, mixing white strands with the red and Izuku spent a good hour or two correcting them. Being so meticulous that he eventually ended up brushing his fingers through the tangled mess of hair until it was smooth and silky. He wondered if it would be more radiant if it was properly washed.
By the time Shouto started to stir against Izuku's bossom, a darkness had fallen outside. The light was dimming and the flurries were picking up again. The wind bit at the entrance to the den and a cold wind blew down and made Izuku shudder and curl further up against Shouto.
At home they had a small latch made out of leaves and sticks that was weighed down by sticks attached to ropes to keep the wind and water out, especially during the winter months. But their Warren was also a mess of tunnels with multiple rooms for relieving themselves in winter to eating to sleeping. It was less of a rabbit den and more of an underground house with how they'd decorated it and piffed it up with help of Inko's friend Mitsuki, Kacchan's mom from the city.
Izuku swallowed when Shouto raised his head, eyes still bleary with sleep and blinking up at him in clear confusion. He stared blankly ahead for a second, hummed before his head fell back against Izuku's chest. And for a brief second Izuku was left unsure about what to do before Shouto's head flew up again, eyes blown wide before he practically threw himself backwards. His hands thrown up around his hands as he looked at Izuku with an almost fearful look in his eye.
“I'm so sorry,” he said, looking down on himself and then clenching his fists. “I didn't mean to… I wasn't thinking straight, I was…”
He didn't finish but the clear disgust with himself was clear in his eyes. The way he looked down at his hands with spite and then growled, holding his head in what looked to be clear regret.
“I'm sorry,” he repeated. “I'm so sorry.”
That wasn't the reaction Izuku had expected at all. The complete opposite in fact. He'd thought Shouto would be just as smug and sly as he'd been during his rut. Hungry and deviant and lavishing Izuku's body like he was now his property, since, technically, there was a chance that he might be carrying the fox's pups.
“It's okay,” Izuku said, pushing up onto his knees. He winced when his stomach ached and he held a hand under it as a trickle of liquid ran down his thighs and heels. “I promise I'm okay. You didn't hurt me.”
And to be fair, Shouto really hadn't hurt Izuku one bit. He hadn't bitten him to the point of either mating with him or leaving a scar. At most he'd nibbled. He hadn't forced himself on Izuku despite the fact that he'd been in rut. He'd been a bit rough in the midst of it, but not to the point that Izuku regretted it or hadn't felt good as a result.
“But I…” Shouto began slowly, eyebrows furrowing as his mouth formed a thin line. “I did something horrible to you.”
“Not… really,” Izuku mumbled, cheeks burning as he held his stomach. Shouto looked up and met his eyes, clearly confused. “I mean, I thought that you would eat me, like actually kill me, when I first… so I'm not really… I don't mind.”
“You don't mind that I fucked you the second I saw you?” Shouto asked, actually moving closer with a skeptical look on his face. “Unless you're just saying that to make me feel better.”
“I mean it,” Izuku said with a firm nod. Then he bit the side of his lip before holding out his hand. “I'm Midoriya Izuku, I guess you could call me Izuku now, since we just… It's nice to meet you, Shouto.”
Shouto was hesitant in accepting the handshake, but he did. When he did, Izuku pulled him just a bit closer with a blushing face. “You remembered my name.”
He shrugged as Shouto released his hand and he let it fall back into his lap where he fiddled with his fingers. “It's a bit difficult to forget after the days we had.”
“Right,” Shouto mumbled quietly, eyes hidden by his bangs. “I'm sorry.” Then he looked from Izuku to the snow falling into the nest from the entrance. “Do you need help getting home? I can accompany you, if you want.”
“I don't really know the way back home,” Izuku admitted, a bit cheapish. He tilted his head as his shoulders rose.
“You're lost,” Shouto recalled. Izuku nodded in confirmation.
“I didn't mean to invade your den but I didn't see it,” Izuku explained. “But it's far more comfy down here than it is outside.”
Shouto nodded. “It's going to snow for a while. It's only going to get worse.”
Izuku sighed, holding his head in his hands and rubbing his face against his palms. “I'll freeze to death if I go outside now, and I don't recognize this part of the forest.”
The alpha looked between Izuku, the entrance and then Izuku's come swollen belly. He frowned and then awkwardly looked down on his hands. He shifted his weight and there was the faintest twitch in his expression as he shuffled just a bit closer.
“Do you think that you're pregnant?” he asked bluntly, meeting Izuku's eyes head on and making Izuku's face burn a shade similar to his face. He shrugged.
“I don't know.”
“Were you in heat?”
“I'm a bunny.” Shouto gave him a confused tilt of his head and Izuku sighed as he began his embarrassing explanation of rabbits and biology and why it was so stereotypical that rabbits had a lot of sex. “So, technically, my body will be fertile when it wants to.”
“So, you might be pregnant and you might not be pregnant?” Shouto asked, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head as he thought about it deeply. “And you don't know?”
Izuku shook his head. “No.”
“I can't ask you to leave if you're carrying my pups,” Shouto said in a low tone and Izuku inhaled sharply at his words. His heartbeat picked up as he waited for the next set of words. “If it doesn't make you too uncomfortable, you can stay here with me until it's warm enough for you to go back home.”
Izuku's face split into a bright smile and he nodded happily. “You won't kick me out?”
“No,” Shouto said with a shake of his head. Then his cheeks took on a reddish tint. “But, I should warn you. Foxes have their ruts between December and March. I might go into rut again. I might attack you.”
He swallowed as he thought about going through another round of continuous pleasure and decided that, really, it wasn't so bad. He'd felt good and he couldn't get any less pregnant if Shouto's seed had already festered inside. There was really nothing to gain or to lose from staying longer with Shouto.
“I don't mind,” Izuku said, straightening his back and trying to look confident. “If you give me a warning first.”
“I promise,” Shouto agreed with a firm nod.
Izuku sighed in relief. This probably wouldn't be so bad. Shouto was kind of nice and when he blushed like that with his awkward words, he was kind of cute, too.
“Could we… maybe cuddle again? I'm cold,” he whispered with a bit of a pout and shifted his hips back and forth. His shirt had been discarded somewhere after Shouto had torn it off of him sometime during their third round. He would just fix it later when he had the material. “And you're really warm.”
Shouto looked absolutely confused and bewildered. He looked around his den before giving a small shrug, letting Izuku pull him down and curl into a ball next to him. The two tails moved to wrap around Izuku on instinct and he smiled, grinding his teeth together in approval.
“You did that while we…” Shouto stopped himself before he cleared his throat, looking away with a blush that traveled down to his neck. “What is it?”
“Oh, this,” Izuku whispered, covering his mouth with his hand and averting his eyes. “It's, uh, kinda like purring, I guess? It kinda just happens when I'm happy.”
An odd mix of a hum and a grumble rumbled in Shouto's throat and his arms tightened just a bit around Izuku's frame.
Izuku smiled against Shouto's warm chest. Spending time down here until he could make new boots and a coat to trek home didn't sound like such a bad idea anymore. He… kinda liked the thought of it. Kind of liked the thought of Shouto.