Thread by @art_in_distress

Bakufem!deku NSFW with small/flat chested Deku.

Izuku’s always had a flat chest, and as she attended UA, that fact didn’t change. Even Jirou had a larger chest than she did. Izuku was the only third year who’s chest hadn’t changed whatsoever. She tried not-

-to get upset about it, her chest size wasn’t important, but it still nagged at the back of her mind. Her hips had filled out quite a bit, she caught them on doors and counters enough times to take notice of /that/ but her chest never changed.

They were just so small, could she even call them breasts? Even /Kacchan/ had a bigger chest than she did, wasn’t that sad?

However, that didn’t seem to stop him from staring. She didn’t know why, it’s not like there was anything to stare /at,/ but he stared all the same.

Hell, her chest was so flat that she didn’t even wear a bra most of the time, and if she did I was just a sports bra, which she didn’t need because, again, nothing there to support, but normal bras were so constricting, painful, and overall a nuisance.

The upside of not wearing bras was that she had no underwear lines in her hero uniform, not that it was tight enough for that to be a problem, but hey, small victories.

She didn’t really think much of it, she went without bras so much that she didn’t really think about it. When she /first/ stopped wearing bras, she was a little embarrassed, but honestly there wasn’t much difference once way or another, except having something wrapped around-

-and constricting her chest, so she adjusted easily. No one commented on it, or if they did she never noticed, so it was just how she lived from then on. Plus, one less thing to wash was always good.

So, for how long had Kacchan been staring? She’d only noticed it a few months ago, how Kacchan’s sharp gave seemed to follow her around as she walked in the common rooms. From the common rooms, it spread to the classroom, and then while on patrol. /any/ time they were in-

-the same room, his eyes were trained on her, and usually her chest. She tried not too look at him, too embarrassed at having his eyes on her. She’d be in the middle of talking with one of her classmates, laughing and not worrying about a thing, when she’d-

-suddenly catch his gaze. She’d turn red, and look away, self consciously wrapping her arms around herself in an effort to hide her chest from Kacchan. His eyes reminded her of a predator, which she supposed would make her the prey.

It was exhilarating, if she was being honest. She enjoyed his eyes on her, even if it was confusing at times, and she still didn’t know /why/ he was staring. But, as long as she had his eyes on her, she was happy. Still, she was so, so curious!

Not that she’d ever have the courage to ask him, absolutely not! No, that would be a death wish, and she valued her life, thank you very much. Plus, she could only imagine how /awkward/ that would be to approach him about!

“Hey, Kacchan, why are you staring at my chest? It’s not that I mind, I’d just like to know why!”

Hell no! She’d probably get an explosion to the face and no answers whatsoever.

She stood in front of her door and let out a sigh, her forehead falling against the wood.

Why was this bothering her so much? It’s not like she was ever going to get any answers, she didn’t have the courage for that. It was either let the curiosity eat her up, or just move on, so she wanted to just forget about it. She and Kacchan were hero-

-partners, and that was enough for her, she needed to let all of this go. Right now, she needed to stop thinking about this right now! ... okay now! ... no! Stop thinking about it! She needed to stop, or it was going to drive her crazy! So she needed to-

She gasped when two hands slammed against the door beside her head, making her jump slightly in surprise. The scent of caramel and cinnamon reached her nose, and her heart skipped a beat.

“Ah, K-Kacchan,” she stammered, feeling his body heat even without him touching her.

“Wh-what are you doing here?”

He didn’t say anything for what felt like forever, but she could feel his presence closing in on her. Was he moving closer? Was he moving at all? Was she just imagining things? Why wasn’t he saying anything?!

She barely withheld a whimper as he pressed his chest flush to her back. She was always in awe of how y’all he had gotten, and as her eyes traveled up his arms, she realized just how /big/ he’d gotten. And he was so warm, and firm, and-

“Hh!” her breath caught in her throat as she felt his thigh press lightly between her legs, making her tense all over. What was going on?!

TBC

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Izuku gasped as the leg wedged between her thighs pushed up more, lifting some of her weight off her feet, forcing her to brace her hands against the door.

Before she knew what was happening, a large, warm hand was wrapping around her ribcage.

“K-Kacchan?!” she gasped out in a whiny, high pitched voice. Her breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the small amount of fat on her chest, dangerously close to her nipple.

“You damn tease,” Kacchan growled, making Izuku shiver all over.

“Wh-what do you, haa!” she gasped, jumping in surprise as he pinched her nipple.

“You know exactly what I mean,” he said, his voice low and rumbling in her ear. “Walking around in those fucking baggy ass tank tops, they don’t hide a fucking thing, you know.”

“I-I don’t,” she whimpered, squirming as he used both hands to play her chest.

“Do you know how fucking distracting it is? Knowing that, under your clothes, there’s nothing?”

“I don’t, well, there’s no need to-“ she stammered, trying to find the right words.

“Have you no shame?” he asked, his breath hot against her skin. “Walking around like this? Anyone could see if they looked down.”

“I-I didn’t think, there’s nothing to look at, s-so-“

“Tch, nothing to look at,” he repeated with a scoff. “That’s the biggest fucking-

-lie I’ve ever heard.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he began to play with her chest more vigorously. She whined and gasped as he fondled her chest. His entire hand was enough to encompass her breasts and then some, and his palms rubbed against her nipples.

“Whenever I see you, I can’t help but stare. Your chest is so damn cute, and soft too. I knew it would be, I wonder, do you have freckles there too?” he asked as he twisted her nipples, pulling on them and swirling his fingers around them.

“Kacchan,” she gasped out, unconsciously rolling her hips into his leg.

“You like this a lot, huh?” he asked with an amused chuckle. “I wonder, did you dress like this so I’d be forced to do something about it?”

“N-no! I never meant, I-I,” she stammered, finding it hard to-

-think when so much was happening.

“You’re lucky I’m so nice,” he putted as he harshly pinched her nipple. “You got my attention, damn nerd.”

TBC

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“K-Kacchan, I don’t understand,” she said.

“Open the damn door, nerd, and I’ll show you,” he chuckled. “Or do you want me to show you right here where anyone can see?”

Her heart lurched painfully and a sense of anxiety welled-

-in the back of her throat at his words. Remembering they were still outside her room, she scrambled for her keys, forcing it in and turning the handle with shaking hands. She gasped as Kacchan wrapped one of his arms around her waist, held her-

-right against his chest, and slipped them both inside her room. Izuku felt a bubble of hysterical laughter leave her lips once they were in the safety of her room.

“Didn’t think you’d be so concerned ‘bout people seein’ you, considerin’ how much you-

-flaunt yourself in the common area,” he teased. She didn’t have time to respond before her tank top was being yanked over her head, leaving her topless. Kacchan spread his hand across her chest and pressed her back against him, using one hand to play with-

-her chest and the other to keep her help against him. She heard a small ‘thud’ as Kacchan leaned against the door, propping his foot against it and wedging his thigh between her legs. His legs were so warm against her, even through her clothes.

“Don’t be shy,” he taunted, taking his arm from around her waist and placing the hand on her hip, where he began to rock her back and forth on his thigh. She let out a gasp and reached behind herself to grab at the male, her fingers into his hair.

She instinctively tugged on it to keep herself balanced, making Kacchan let out a hiss.

“Fuck, Deku,” he growled, kissing and licking below her ear. “Keep on goin’, just like that,” he praised. “Fuck, you’re so cute, y’know that?”

Izuku let out a whimper at his words.

She never imagined she’d be able to do anything like this with Kacchan, she was so overwhelmed! But it was so good! It felt like her body was being set on fire everywhere he touched. Her nipples were already sensitive, and Kacchan was only making it worse! Even the-

-skin of her chest was sensitive too!

“Oh, so there are freckles here,” Kacchan chuckled, confusing her. Then, she remembered the full length mirror she’d gotten, and how it was across the room from her door. He was right, the freckles on her chest were clear to see.

Granted, they were rather faint, and a little hard to see, but they were there all the same. She watched with fascination as he traced along the freckles on her chest, gently pressing into the fat of her breasts as he moved his fingers along.

She still didn’t understand why Kacchan liked her breasts so much, there was barely even anything to call breasts, yet he seemed obsessed with them. His gaze in the mirror was glued to her tits, his smile wide and hungry. And he was still rocking her on his thigh, which-

-sent pulses of pleasure through her core. She was beginning to feel slippery and wet too. Kacchan’s hand was slowly moving from her front to her crotch, cupping her arousal through her shorts and rubbing his fingers in small circles.

“K-Kacchan,” she panted, her hips jerking every so often without her permission. It was so lewd and embarrassing, but it felt so, so good.

“I love seeing you come apart like this,” he chuckled as he withdrew his hands from her, making her let out a loud whine in protest.

“Relax, dummy,” he said with a smirk as he grabbed her arm and threw her onto the bed. She yelled in surprise, bouncing a bit as Kacchan quickly descended upon her. She was about to protest the rough treatment, after all her bed break! But before she could get a-

-word in, Kacchan captured her lips in a kiss. It was so surprising and wonderful, she couldn’t help but close her eyes and give into the sensation. Kissing Kacchan was so wonderful, if just as overwhelming as everything else that was happening, but she enjoyed it nonetheless.

As he kissed her, Kacchan’s hands roved hungrily all over her body, squeezing and groping and /feeling/ every inch he could reach of her. Taking the opportunity presented, she also began to put her hands on him. At first they went up to his hair, since he-

-seemed to like having it tugged on, but after realizing she had free reign to explore his body, she began to move more hurriedly. Her hands went to his neck, his wide shoulders, his muscular back, that damn cinched waist of his. Kacchan’s body was truly a sight to behold.

TBC

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