Takumi braced himself, his hands gripping Midnight's thick, quivering thighs as he slammed into her with long, deep thrusts, each one deliberate, pulling almost fully out before plunging back in, his ten-inch cock stretching her pussy to its limits, the slick walls clinging to him like a desperate embrace.
The chains rattled overhead with every impact, her dangling body swinging slightly in rhythm, amplifying the sensation as her inner muscles rippled around him.
"Ahh... Nemuri," he moaned sensually, his voice a low, velvet growl that echoed off the pink walls, mingling with the lavender haze that thickened the air.
She responded in kind, her muffled cries through the gag turning into throaty, sensual hums, raw and unrestrained, her breath hitching as he bottomed out, the head of his cock kissing her cervix with each powerful drive.
The room filled with the wet, obscene symphony of their joining: skin slapping against skin, her juices squelching with every withdrawal, the chains creaking like a torturous melody. Sweat glistened on her body, trickling down the valley between her straining breasts, the uniform soaked and translucent in places, clinging to her curves like a lover's desperate hold.
He held the final thrust deep inside her, grinding his hips in slow circles, feeling her walls pulse and contract around him, milking him without mercy. Midnight's body arched as much as the restraints allowed, her thick ass cheeks pressing back against his pelvis, her moans vibrating through the gag in waves of ecstasy.
Takumi savoured it, the heat, the tightness, the way she enveloped him completely, a perfect sheath of velvet fire. But he wasn't done; pulling back with a wet pop, he reached for a vibrating stick from the wall, a sleek, humming rod with adjustable intensities, its surface textured for added torment.
He flicked it on, the low buzz filling the room like an electric promise, and brought it down on her back, sharp, stinging taps that made her skin bloom red, her body jolting in the chains.
"Ahh...mmph!" she screamed through the gag, the sound bouncing off the walls in echoing reverberations, her thickness quivering, those plush thighs, the full swell of her hips, as he moved in motion, thrusting back into her pussy while alternating strikes on her ass.
The vibrations traveled through her flesh, making her tighten impossibly around him, her walls clamping down like a vice with each spank, squeezing his cock in rhythmic pulses that drove him wild. Drama built in the air, the power imbalance stark, her as the bound, dangling plaything, him the unrelenting dominator, yet laced with mutual hunger, her screams a testament to her craving for this release from her poised hero facade.
She got tighter, her body coiling like a spring, and then she climaxed again, her pussy spasming wildly around him, juices gushing in hot spurts that coated his shaft and dripped to the floor in viscous puddles.
"Did you cum again so soon?" Takumi taunted, his voice dramatic and mocking, pulling the gag free for a moment to hear her gasp.
She nodded frantically, her whole body shaking in the chains, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking her cheeks, her curves trembling, breasts heaving, ass rippling with aftershocks.
"Y-yes... Master..."
He spanked her more, bare-handed now, the cracks sharp and resounding, leaving handprints on her thick, reddened flesh, before unhooking her from the ceiling. She collapsed to the padded floor with a thud, weak and spent, but he kept the chains on her wrists, a reminder of her submission.
Lifting her legs above his shoulders, he positioned himself between them, her thighs thick and soft around his neck, her hands tied behind her back arching her torso upward, exposing her fully. He dug deeper, thrusting steadily back and forth, the angle allowing him to hit new depths, his cock brushing her womb with each plunge.
"Yes! Yes—oh god, yes!" she screamed in pleasure, her voice dramatic and unhinged, echoing through the sealed room like a siren's wail, her body writhing beneath him, curves undulating with every stroke. The sensuality peaked, the slide of sweat-slicked skin, the heat of her pussy enveloping him in molten waves, her screams fueling his dominance.
He felt her end deep in her womb, the pressure building to a crescendo. "I'm about to cum," he growled, his thrusts turning erratic, dramatic in their intensity.
"Do it... fill me!" she begged, tightening around him in a final, vice-like grip. He spurted inside her deeply, hot, thick ropes pulsing into her core, flooding her as she clenched, her own climax syncing in a dramatic explosion of sensation, her body convulsing, screams peaking in a operatic crescendo.
As they came down, Midnight looked utterly drained, her limbs limp, eyes glassy, body a quivering mass of thickness and curves, the uniform torn in places from the strain. Takumi unchained her gently, lifting her in his arms like a conquered prize, carrying her to the bathroom.
The steam from the shower enveloped them as he cleaned her up, his hands soaping her breasts, tracing her hips, rinsing the sweat and cum from her skin with tender dominance. They toweled off and collapsed into her bed, the silk sheets cool against their heated bodies.
They cuddled, her head on his chest, her curves pressed against him in soft, yielding warmth.
Takumi's mind wandered, who next? The class was in a funk, moods sour since All Might's retirement after his epic clash with All For One, the Symbol of Peace stepping down amid cheers and tears.
The weight of it hung over UA like a storm cloud, students grappling with a world without their beacon. Was now the right time to pursue more? The drama of it all, young heroes teetering on the edge, made him pause.
Midnight kissed his cheek softly, her breath warm. "What are you thinking about?"
He sat up slightly, propping on an elbow, pulling her with him. "Pick who I should pursue next, from my classmates."
Midnight's envy flickered briefly, subdued now, her eyes tilting in curiosity. "What about Class B?"
"Later," he dismissed. "Pick a number between 1 and 2."
She pondered, biting her lip dramatically, the remnants of their session still flushing her skin.
"One."Takumi nodded, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Good choice."
"Who?" she pressed, leaning in.
He shook his head. "Not saying yet."
Midnight pouted, her hand tracing his chest. "Why not stick with the few you have? I'm perfect for you."
He met her gaze, skeptical. "Are you really perfect?"
She nodded eagerly, but Takumi's expression turned teasing, dramatic in its revelation. "I don't think so. In all our time together, you've never taken my full length."
Her eyes widened, a mix of challenge and hurt. "It's huge... not many could."
"You're right," he conceded, then rubbed it in with a dramatic pause. "But Momo did. The class princess, swallowed every inch like it was nothing."
Midnight's surprise morphed into determination, a fire igniting in her eyes. "If I do it tonight... you'll tell me who's next?"
He nodded, the challenge set, the air thickening with sensual tension once more.
Midnight smiled, the drama building as she began kissing his bare body, soft, lingering presses along his chest, down his abs, her tongue tracing the lines of muscle with reverent hunger.
She made her way to his cock, already stirring back to life, licking and sucking at the shaft slowly, long, sensual strokes of her tongue along the veins, her lips wrapping around the head in a warm, wet embrace.
She bobbed up and down quickly, building speed, her throat relaxing as she took more, saliva coating him in shiny trails.
She tried going all the way but hit eight inches, coming back up in a heavy breath, chest heaving dramatically. Undeterred, she continued rubbing his cock, firm, twisting strokes, then sucked on his balls, gentle tugs that made him groan.
Back at it, slower this time, she widened her mouth with her fingers, stretching her lips obscenely, determination etched in her furrowed brow. Nine inches now, her eyes watering, but she pulled up, gasping.
"So close," Takumi teased, his voice dramatic, goading her on.
Midnight held his hips steady, ass in the air as she slowly took him in, gliding down further and further, her throat bulging visibly, eyes locked on his in fierce resolve.
Finally, her lips touched his base, the entire weapon buried down her throat, her nose pressing against his pelvis.
Takumi was pleased, the sensation exquisite, her throat a tight, convulsing tunnel, warm and unyielding.
The build-up exploded within him, quickened by Midnight's tongue wrapping around him in circular motion, sucking up the wet saliva in slurping pulls.
He grabbed her head, thrusting lightly, but the pleasure crested like a tidal wave. Pulling her off with a dramatic yank, he turned her around in her surprise, hovering over her chest, her breasts heaving, nipples hard, as he finished.
Massive splurges of white cream erupted, covering her soft, squishy body in thick ropes, splattering her breasts in heavy loads, dripping down her cleavage, landing on her face in pearlescent streaks that she licked at hungrily.S
he rubbed and tugged and sucked on his flaccid dick, cleaning him with dramatic fervor, her eyes pleading. "Who's next?"
The name blurred in his mind, "****** *******".