Mina Ashido's POV
Class 1-A buzzed with that post-victory high, but me? Mina Ashido, acid queen and secret League pawn, I was a live wire of secrets and schemes.
That little grape had thought he'd bred me into submission.But the mango-tanged Purge Serum from my flask had wiped it clean, resetting my pink core to virgin-tight, no spark left behind.
It hit me in the shower, steam curling around my pink skin like a lover's breath, horns dripping water as I scrubbed off the day's sweat.
A quake in my veins-not acid bubbling, but something deeper, hotter, a quirk awakening like a bomb in my blood.
All For One's "gift" to his plants, whispered in LOV briefings: latent quirks, triggered by crisis or climax. Mine? Lust. A seductive thief, stealing quirks through ritual intimacy (Deep kiss for 10 minutes, breasts sucked for 20, navel tongued for 10. The target's powers mine, no limits, no backlash).
My breath hitched, fangs biting my lip as the knowledge flooded: Take what you want, Mina. Kiss, suck, claim. Shigaraki would kill for this-me, a walking All For One. But first victim? Test run. Random, disposable, potent.
My acid-slick fingers danced over my phone, LOV contacts scrolling. There-Hiroshi Tanaka, a low-level Nomu-wrangler from a Yokohama hideout, quirk: Multiverse Travel. Portal-jumper to any universe, no cooldowns, no limits. Perfect. Come to Musutafu. Urgent pickup. -M.A. His reply pinged: On my way. 10 min.
The dorm's back alley, shadowed by the dorm block, became my stage-moonlight filtering through trees, air crisp with autumn bite.
I leaned against the wall, hero costume swapped for a casual pink crop top and shorts, midriff exposed, navel winking like a dare, breasts straining the fabric, acid sheen making my skin glow ethereal.
Hiroshi arrived on a warp-tall, lanky, mid-30s with a scarred jaw and tired eyes, his Multiverse Travel quirk a faint shimmer around him like heat haze. "Ashido? Shiggy's orders?" His voice was gravel, quirk humming as he scanned the alley.
I flashed my fanged grin, stepping close-scent of mango purge still on my breath, a siren's call. "Yeah, but first... a little motivation. You jump worlds; I jump moods. Help me test something new."
He blinked, confusion twisting to suspicion, but Lust's pull was already weaving-my quirk's aura, subtle pheromones laced with acid-sweet allure, fogging his mind like Somnambulist on steroids.
"Test what?" I closed the gap, hands on his chest, pink skin brushing his shirt. "A kiss. Deep. For 10 minutes. Then... more."
He tensed, quirk flickering to warp away, but my acid palms gripped his arms-corrosive just enough to sting, not scar, holding him.
"Shiggy'll hear if you bail. Play along, Hiroshi. It'll feel good." Lust amplified, his resistance crumbling, eyes glazing as desire overrode duty. "F-fine. But quick."
I pulled him down, our lips meeting in a spark-his rough against my plush pink pillows, tasting of stale coffee and Nomu grease, but I parted them with insistent pressure, tongue tracing the seam before sliding inside, claiming the heat of his mouth like territory.
He stiffened, then yielded, his tongue meeting mine in a hesitant flick, but Lust urged me deeper-my length curling around his, stroking in slow, deliberate sweeps that mapped every ridge, every texture.
One minute in: the dance ignited, my tongue plunging rhythmic, teasing the roof of his mouth with flat laps, drawing a low groan that vibrated into me. Saliva mingled, slick and warm, my fanged tip grazing his without bite, just promise.
Two minutes: I angled my head, deepening the seal, tongue exploring the velvet cavern-tracing his gums, flicking the sensitive undersides of his teeth, retreating to let him chase before thrusting back, rolling in tight spirals that made his knees buckle.
His hands clutched my hips, pulling me flush, but I dominated-sucking his tongue gently, drawing it into my mouth for a languid duel, fangs nipping the tip for sting-sweet thrill.
Three: fervor built, tongues battling wet and fervent-mine thrusting like a piston, his countering with eager suction, tangling in playful knots before I rolled his back, claiming every inch.
Wet sounds filled the alley-slurps, gasps-his breath ragged through his nose, my pink skin flushing hotter as Lust fed on the intimacy, quirk-threads weaving toward theft.
Four to six: I broke for air once, lips brushing his, only to dive back-tongue laving his teeth, probing the crevices, then sealing in a lock that muffled his moans, saliva trailing down his chin in glistening threads.
His grip tightened, hips canting instinctively, but I controlled the pace-slow curls escalating to rapid flicks, tongue dancing circles around his, the mango tang of my breath mingling with his bitterness.
Seven: nips turned teasing-fangs grazing his lower lip, soothing with broad laps before delving deep again, thrusting to mimic deeper hungers, his body melting against mine.
Eight to nine: the peak, tongues entwined in a frenzy-wet, insistent, mine dominating with rolls and sucks, his yielding in desperate chases, the alley echoing our shared breaths.
Ten ticked over with a final twirl-tongues stilling in heated lock-before I pulled back, lips swollen, his eyes glazed with Lust's haze. "Good boy. Now... lower."
His hands trembled as I peeled up my crop top, exposing my breasts-full, pink orbs heaving in the cool air, nipples dusky peaks hardening under his gaze, acid sheen making them glisten like forbidden jewels.
"Suck them, Hiroshi. Hard. For 20 minutes. Make me scream." He dropped to his knees, mouth latching on the left nipple-lips sealing around the bud, tongue flicking once before sucking, harder than tentative, cheeks hollowing to pull it deep into wet heat.
"Ahh-Hiroshi!" I moaned his name on the 1st minute, pleasure spiking like acid burn, fangs biting my lip as his suction bordered ache, teeth grazing the areola for electric sting.
2nd minute: "Hiroshi!"-another cry, his free hand cupping the right breast, thumb abrading the neglected peak in rough circles, syncing with his mouth's relentless pull.
Three to five: rhythm set, sucks intensifying-deep, draining draws that hollowed his cheeks further, tongue battering the left bud in rapid, swirling flicks, saliva pooling and trickling down the swell in glistening trails.
"Hiroshi-yes, harder! Hiroshi!" Moans spilled every second, my voice a breathy litany, pink skin flushing crimson as Lust coiled tighter, quirk-threads sinking into his essence.
Six to ten: he switched, mouth popping off the left with a slick smack-nipple swollen, reddened, shining wet-before engulfing the right fully, sucking harder, vacuum tugging like a claim, tongue rolling the peak against his palate.
"Hiroshi! Oh god-Hiroshi!" Each second a scream, hands threading his hair, pulling him deeper, hips grinding against his chest in desperate rhythm.
Eleven to fifteen: alternating frenzy-mouth hopping like a starving fiend, suck left deep and prolonged, tongue probing the bud's underside in slow, teasing laps before teeth nipped; then right, harder still, suction pulling faint beads of my acid-sweet essence, lapped greedily.
"Hiroshi-deeper, Hiroshi!" Moans peaked every second, body arching to feed him more, breasts heaving under his assault, skin marked with faint suction-blooms, nipples throbbing peaks of oversensitive fire.
Sixteen to eighteen: buried between them, his face nuzzling the valley, tongue tracing the cleavage in broad, wet strokes before dual pulls-lips on left, fingers pinching right in mimicry; swap, harder, the alley filling with slurps and my endless chant-"Hiroshi! Don't stop-Hiroshi! Harder-Hiroshi!"
Nineteen to twenty: final crescendo, his sucks at maximum-cheeks concave, pulling each nipple to near-painful extension, tongue lashing in whirlwind spirals, teeth nipping for electric sparks that shot to my core. "Hiroshiii!"
The last seconds dissolved into wailing litany, pleasure crashing in waves, Lust feeding voraciously, quirk-threads thickening toward theft. He released with twin pops, breasts glistening, abused and adored, nipples dark pink swells begging for mercy. "Mina... you're..." His voice rasped, eyes distant, but I grinned, fanged and fierce. "Almost there."
(Navel part's skipped)
"Hiroshiii!" The last seconds peaked in wailing ecstasy, body arching like a bow, Lust completing the theft-Multiverse Travel flooding my veins, a multiversal hum igniting in my blood, no limits, any universe mine.
He pulled back, eyes vacant, quirk siphoned clean. "Mina... what..." I zipped up, fanged grin wicked, portal shimmering at my whim.
"Thanks for the ride, Hiroshi. Shigaraki'll hear you bailed, poof." A warp swallowed him, dumped in some void. Lust purred, power mine. U.A. slept; the League would bow. Exams? Child's play. Worlds waited.