Weekly Poll #15 - OC / Rumi Usagiyama (Mirko - MHA) {Story 29} (Patreon)

Weekly Poll #15 - OC / Rumi Usagiyama {Story 29}

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The bar smelled like stale beer, cheap cleaner, and the faint burnt-sugar tang of spilled syrup from the soda gun. Neon signs buzzed overhead, one of them flickering like it was on its last legs. Hajime Hideo wiped down the sticky counter for the third time that hour, jaw tight, eyes burning from the late shift. Twenty-two years old, senior in college, and somehow still stuck closing this shithole five nights a week. The tips were decent when the drunks got generous, but tonight was pushing it.

Mirko had been planted on the same stool since eleven. She’d stormed in straight from the fight—still in her hero costume, white leotard smeared with dust and what looked like villain blood, those ridiculous thigh-high boots caked in grime. The rabbit ears on her head twitched every time she slammed her empty glass down.

“Another one, kid!” she barked, voice loud enough to rattle the bottles behind the bar. “And make it strong this time. None of that watered-down shit.”

Hajime didn’t argue. He’d learned weeks ago that arguing with Rumi Usagiyama was a losing game. She was a regular now, ever since she decided his cocktails were “the only thing in this city that doesn’t taste like ass after a patrol.” Tonight she was celebrating. Big time. Some international villain with a terror plot had tried to hit a stadium in Musutafu. Mirko had kicked his ass so hard the news was still looping the highlight reel every fifteen minutes on the bar TV.

He mixed her another heavy pour—whiskey, rum, a splash of energy drink because she liked the burn—and slid it across the counter. She knocked half of it back in one go, ears flicking with satisfaction.

“Fuck yeah,” she grinned, sharp teeth flashing. “That’s the stuff. You’re getting good at this, college boy.”

Hajime muttered under his breath while he wiped a glass. “Yeah, well, some of us have class at nine tomorrow. Not all of us get paid to beat the shit out of people for a living.”

Mirko’s ears twitched again. She heard him. Of course she did. Rabbit hearing was no joke.

She leaned forward, elbows on the bar, massive tits pressing against the already strained white fabric of her leotard. The material was still damp with sweat and grime, clinging to every curve like it had been painted on. Her thighs—thick, powerful, the kind of legs that could crack concrete—shifted on the stool, muscles flexing visibly.

“What was that?” she asked, voice low and amused, golden eyes narrowing.

“Nothing,” Hajime said, not looking up. He kept wiping the same spot on the counter. “Just saying it’s past two. We’re closed.”

“Closed?” Mirko laughed, loud and rough. She slapped the bar hard enough to make the bottles jump. “The fuck it is. I’m still drinking. You’re still pouring. And you’re drinking with me, Hajime.”

She shoved a fresh shot toward him. Hajime sighed, grabbed it, and tossed it back. The burn helped numb the headache building behind his eyes. He had a paper due Monday and an 8 a.m. lecture. This was going to suck tomorrow.

Mirko kept talking, voice getting looser the more she drank. She was buzzing hard—victory high plus alcohol plus whatever post-fight endorphins still had her wired. Her ears kept twitching, picking up every little sound in the empty bar. Every mutter.

Hajime turned to start cleaning the speed rack, muttering again under his breath. “Bitch is gonna make me miss the last train… acting like she owns the place just ’cause she’s got a hero license and an ass that won’t quit. Pervert in a fucking leotard. Bet that costume’s someone’s exact kink. Maybe even hers.”

The words were quiet. A normal person wouldn’t have caught them.

Mirko’s ears shot straight up.

She went still for half a second, then a slow, dangerous grin spread across her face. Drunk, flushed, and now very interested.

She slammed her glass down. “Hey. College boy.”

Hajime froze mid-wipe.

“Back room. Now.”

He blinked. “We’re closing—”

Mirko was already off the stool, moving with that terrifying pro-hero speed even half-drunk. She rounded the bar in two strides, grabbed the front of his black work shirt, and yanked him toward the swinging door that led to the storage area and tiny office in back.

“Mirko, what the—”

“Shut up.” Her voice was rough, breath hot against his ear as she shoved him through the doorway. The back room was dim—single bulb overhead, shelves of liquor boxes, a beat-up couch against the wall, and a metal desk covered in paperwork. She kicked the door shut behind them with one powerful boot.

She spun him around, backing him up until his ass hit the desk. Up close she was even more overwhelming. Short but built like a goddamn weapon—wide shoulders, narrow waist, and those absurdly thick thighs and ass that her costume did nothing to hide. Her tits strained against the leotard with every breath, nipples already hard and obvious through the thin fabric.

“You think I didn’t hear you?” she said, ears twitching again. A lazy, predatory smile curled her lips. “Calling me a pervert. Saying my costume’s someone’s kink. Talking shit about this ass.” She turned slightly, giving her hips a slow roll that made the material stretch tight over her massive rear. “You’ve been staring at it for weeks, kid. Don’t act like you haven’t.”

Hajime’s mouth went dry. “I was just—”

“Save it.” She stepped in closer, crowding him. One hand planted on the desk beside his hip. The other reached down and palmed the front of his black work pants, feeling the growing bulge there. “You’ve got a thing for me. Admit it. And right now? I’m drunk, I’m horny as fuck from that fight, and I want to see what that mouth and hands can do besides mix drinks.”

Her fingers squeezed. Hajime sucked in a sharp breath. His quirk hummed under his skin—Sensitivity Control. He could amp it up right now, make every touch feel like fire, but he held back. For the moment.

Mirko’s grin widened when she felt him twitch against her palm. “That’s what I thought.”

She didn’t wait for permission. She shoved him back until he was half-sitting on the edge of the metal desk, papers scattering under his ass. Then she dropped to her knees right there on the dirty floor, not giving a single fuck about the grime on the tiles.

Her strong hands made quick work of his belt, yanking it open with a sharp rattle of metal. The zipper rasped down loud in the quiet back room. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his black work pants and boxers and tugged them down just enough to free his cock, letting it spring out heavy and already rock-hard.

Hajime was thick. Really fucking thick. The shaft was long too, easily eight inches, with a slight upward curve and a fat, flushed head that was already glistening with a bead of precum at the slit. Prominent veins ran along the length, pulsing visibly under the skin. It bobbed once in the cool air, heavy and intimidating, the base nestled in a neat patch of dark hair.

Mirko’s rabbit ears flicked forward, golden eyes lighting up with raw hunger. “Fuck,” she muttered, voice low and appreciative, almost reverent. “Look at you. Not bad at all, Hajime. That’s a nice fat cock you’ve been hiding behind the bar.”

She wrapped one hand around the base. Her fingers didn’t quite meet—there was still a good half-inch gap. She gave it a slow, firm stroke from root to tip, twisting her wrist just a little at the head. Her thumb swiped over the leaking slit, spreading the precum around the sensitive crown.

“Shit, it’s even thicker than it looked,” she said, eyes locked on it as she pumped him again, slower this time, squeezing just enough to make the veins stand out more. “Bet this thing stretches a girl wide. You ever had a girl struggle to take it all?”

Hajime’s breath hitched. “A few… none of them looked like you though.”

Mirko laughed, low and filthy. She leaned in closer, hot breath ghosting over the tip, making his cock twitch hard in her grip. “Good answer. Keep talking like that and I might let you cum down my throat.”

She stroked him again, firmer, her strong hand gliding smoothly along the thick shaft. Precum oozed steadily now, slicking her palm and making every pump wetter, louder. She used her other hand too, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently while she worked the length.

“These feel full,” she murmured, giving them a light squeeze. “Been saving up for me all night while you watched my ass every time I leaned over the bar?”

Hajime groaned, hips twitching forward into her fist. “Maybe. You weren’t exactly subtle in that leotard.”

Mirko smirked up at him, ears twitching. “Damn right I wasn’t. Knew you were looking. Knew you wanted this.” She pumped him faster, thumb pressing right under the head on every upstroke, right where it was most sensitive. “Bet you jerked off thinking about bending me over that bar after closing, didn’t you?”

Before he could answer, she leaned in and dragged her tongue slowly up the underside of his cock, from balls to tip, tracing every vein. Then she swirled it around the fat head, licking up the fresh bead of precum with a satisfied hum.

“Mmm. Salty. Not bad.” She looked up at him, golden eyes gleaming. “You ready for more?”

She didn’t wait. She parted her lips and took him into her mouth.

The wet heat hit Hajime like a freight train. Mirko didn’t start slow or teasing—she sucked him down deep right away, cheeks hollowing as her tongue pressed flat against the underside. Half his length disappeared between her lips on the first go, her throat already relaxing to take more. Saliva spilled immediately, dripping down his shaft in messy strands as she bobbed her head.

“Fuck—Mirko—” Hajime groaned, one hand instinctively reaching down to grip one of her long white rabbit ears. The soft fur felt incredible under his fingers. He held on gently, not pulling, just needing something to ground himself.

Mirko moaned loudly around his cock at the contact, the vibration shooting straight down his shaft to his balls. She pushed forward, forcing another inch into her throat, gagging wetly but not pulling back. The filthy sound of it—wet gagging, slurping, her heavy breathing through her nose—filled the small back room.

She pulled off for a second with a wet pop, strings of thick spit connecting her swollen lips to his glistening cock. “You like that? Good. ’Cause I’m not stopping until you’re begging me to let you cum.”

Then she dove back down, taking him even deeper. Her throat constricted around the head as she forced more of his thick length inside, nose pressing closer to his pelvis. She held there for a moment, eyes watering but determined, before pulling back and starting a steady rhythm—bobbing fast, sucking hard, tongue working every inch she could reach.

Hajime’s hand tightened on her ear. “Shit, your mouth feels insane. So fucking wet and tight—”

Mirko hummed around him in approval, sucking harder. Her free hand kept pumping the base she couldn’t fit, twisting on every upstroke while her mouth worked the top half. Spit ran down her chin, dripping onto her tits still barely contained by the leotard. She reached between her own thighs with her other hand, rubbing her soaked crotch through the fabric, hips rolling helplessly as she sucked him.

Hajime could feel his quirk itching under his fingers where they gripped her ear. He let a small, controlled pulse flow—amplifying the sensitivity in her tongue and lips, and the nerves along the roof of her mouth. Just enough to make everything feel more intense.

Mirko’s eyes widened instantly. A muffled, desperate whimper vibrated around his cock as the sudden spike hit her. She sucked harder, almost frantically, like she couldn’t get enough of the heightened feeling. Her head bobbed faster, sloppy wet sounds getting louder as more saliva dripped everywhere.

“Fuck—whatever you just did, don’t stop,” she gasped when she pulled off for air, voice hoarse. Strings of spit still connected her lips to his throbbing cock. “My tongue feels like it’s on fire—in a good way. Keep that shit going.”

She dove back down immediately, taking him to the back of her throat again. Her rabbit ears twitched wildly against his hand as she worked him, gagging and moaning, spit running freely now. Her hand on his balls tightened, rolling and tugging them gently while she sucked.

Hajime’s hips bucked involuntarily. “Mirko—slow down or I’m gonna cum too fast—”

She pulled off just long enough to grin up at him, lips shiny and puffy. “Then cum. I’ll swallow every drop and then ride you anyway. I’m not done with this cock tonight.”

She swallowed him again, even deeper this time, nose finally pressing against his pelvis as she took him all the way. Her throat squeezed rhythmically around the thick head while her tongue kept working the underside. The wet, gagging heat was overwhelming.

Hajime groaned loud, gripping her ear tighter as pleasure coiled tight in his gut. Mirko’s hand between her legs moved faster, rubbing her clit through the soaked leotard, her moans vibrating nonstop around his shaft.

After another minute of her relentless, sloppy sucking she pulled off again, breathing hard, lips glistening. Spit coated her chin and dripped onto her heaving tits. She gave his cock one last long, firm stroke with her hand, twisting at the head.

“Get on the couch,” she ordered, voice rough and dripping with need as she stood up. She shoved him toward the old beat-up sofa against the wall.

Hajime stumbled back on shaky legs and dropped onto the couch, cock standing straight up, slick and throbbing from her mouth.

Mirko didn’t give him time to think. She climbed on top immediately, straddling his lap, her powerful thighs squeezing his hips tight. The thick, muscular weight of them pinned him down to the couch, warm and unyielding. The crotch of her white leotard was completely soaked through, dark and clinging to her swollen folds. She reached down between their bodies, yanked the fabric roughly aside with two fingers, and lined his thick, spit-slick cock up with her dripping entrance.

No warning. She sank down in one smooth, greedy motion.

“Fuuuuck,” she groaned, head tipping back hard, rabbit ears twitching wildly. Her cunt was scorching hot and ridiculously tight, gripping every inch of him like a velvet fist as she took him deeper. She was soaked beyond belief—hot slick and leftover spit making the slide filthy and easy, but the stretch still burned in the best way. By the time her ass settled heavy on his lap, she had every thick inch buried inside her. A rush of her arousal immediately dripped down his balls, warm and messy.

“Goddamn,” Mirko breathed, rolling her hips once, slow and deep, grinding her clit against his pelvis. “That’s good. So fucking thick. I can feel you stretching me open… shit, Hajime, you’re splitting me just right.”

Hajime’s hands flew to her hips, fingers digging hard into firm muscle and soft flesh. “Holy shit, you’re—fuck, you’re burning up inside.”

She laughed, low and breathless, then planted both hands on his chest for leverage. “Told you I could take it. Now shut up and let me fuck you.”

She started moving—properly moving. Lifting up slow until just the fat head stretched her entrance, her pussy lips gripping him obscenely, then slamming back down with a wet, heavy slap. The impact made her massive ass ripple, the heavy cheeks clapping loudly against his thighs. Wet, obscene squelching sounds filled the back room every time she bottomed out, her slick coating his entire shaft and dripping steadily down his balls.

Her massive tits bounced heavily inside the strained leotard with every drop, the thin white fabric doing almost nothing to contain them. The outline of her hard nipples pressed obviously against the material, jiggling and swaying with the brutal rhythm she set.

Hajime couldn’t help himself. He reached up, grabbed two big handfuls of her chest, and squeezed. The soft, heavy flesh spilled between his fingers, warm and overflowing. He mauled them roughly, kneading and groping, thumbs dragging hard over her stiff nipples through the thin fabric.

Mirko moaned loud, hips snapping faster. “Yeah—fuck my tits up. Squeeze ’em harder. I can take it. Don’t be gentle.”

He did. He yanked the top of her leotard down roughly, freeing her breasts completely. They spilled out full and round, dark nipples stiff and begging. They bounced wildly as she rode him, heavy flesh slapping together with every hard drop. Hajime leaned in, sucked one stiff peak into his mouth, tongue flicking fast before he bit down just hard enough to make her gasp.

“Shit—yes. Like that,” she growled, grinding down harder. “Keep sucking my tits while I fuck you. Bite them. Mark them up.”

Her pussy clenched hard around his cock at the same moment, squeezing rhythmically as she rode him like she fought villains—brutal, relentless, those powerful thighs driving her up and down. Every slam made her fat ass ripple and clap loudly against his lap, the heavy flesh jiggling and bouncing. The wet sounds were filthy: constant slick squelching, skin slapping skin, her low moans mixing with his groans.

Hajime groaned against her tit, tongue flicking her nipple rapidly while he sucked hard. He let his quirk pulse again—this time sending a stronger wave straight into her clit and deep inside her cunt through the hand still gripping her hip. He amplified the nerves there, turning every grind and thrust into pure electric pleasure.

Mirko’s eyes flew wide. “What the—fuck—!” Her hips stuttered hard, then sped up, chasing the sudden overwhelming spike. “What are you doing to me? Feels—ahh—feels way too fucking good—my clit’s throbbing like crazy!”

“Quirk,” he managed, voice rough against her breast. He switched to the other nipple, biting down while he kept the amplification going. “Sensitivity control. I can make it… more. A lot more.”

She laughed, breathless and wild, grinding her hips in tight, dirty circles. “Then do it again. Don’t hold back. Make this pussy cum all over your cock. I want it.”

Hajime poured it on. He cranked the quirk harder, flooding the nerves in her clit and the sensitive walls deep inside her cunt at the same time. Every ridge of his cock dragging along her insides suddenly felt ten times more intense. Mirko’s rhythm turned completely frantic. Her thick ass bounced harder, cheeks rippling and clapping loudly with every slam. Her heavy tits slapped together between them, sweat starting to sheen across her dark skin and drip down her cleavage.

“Oh shit—oh shit—I’m cumming already—!” she cried out, voice cracking.

Her walls clamped down like a fist, squeezing him impossibly tight. She threw her head back, rabbit ears rigid, and came hard with a loud, guttural moan that echoed off the walls. Her pussy gushed around him, hot slick squirting messily and soaking his lap, dripping down his balls in steady streams. She kept riding through it, hips grinding desperately, milking every second of the orgasm while her thighs trembled around him.

But she didn’t stop.

Her golden eyes were wild when she looked down at him, sweat dripping from her brow. “Again,” she growled, leaning down to bite his shoulder hard enough to leave marks. “Don’t you fucking stop. I want more.”

Hajime gripped her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks as she rode. The flesh was soft and heavy, overflowing his palms. He squeezed hard, feeling it ripple under his fingers every time she slammed down.

“Fuck, your ass is unreal,” he muttered, voice wrecked. “So thick. So fucking perfect.”

Mirko grinned against his neck. “You like it? Then fill it up. I want to feel you cum in me.”

She rode him faster, tits bouncing right in his face. He buried his face between them, sucking and biting, hands still mauling her ass. The couch creaked dangerously under them. The wet slap-slap-slap of her ass meeting his thighs grew louder, messier.

Hajime felt his balls tighten. “Mirko—I’m close—”

“Do it,” she snarled, grinding down hard, clit rubbing against his pelvis. “Pump it in me. Fill this pussy up.”

He thrust up to meet her, quirk flaring one last time to push her over the edge with him. Mirko came again, screaming, walls fluttering wildly around his cock. The squeeze dragged him over.

Hajime groaned loud and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding deep inside her. He kept pumping, hips jerking, unloading everything he had. Mirko moaned through it, grinding down, milking him until he was spent.

She stayed on his lap for a long moment, panting, cum already starting to leak out around his cock where they were joined. Her tits were still out, heaving with every breath. She looked down at him, golden eyes hazy with alcohol and pleasure, a filthy little smirk on her lips.

“That was round one, Hajime,” she said, voice rough. “We’re not even close to done.”

She lifted off him slowly, his cock sliding free with a wet sound. A thick glob of his cum immediately dripped out of her, running down her powerful thigh. Mirko glanced down at the mess, then scooped it up with two fingers. She brought them to her mouth, eyes locked on his, and sucked them clean with an obscene wet pop.

“Mmm. Not bad,” she said, licking her lips. “You should start mixing the drinks you serve me with this shit. Bet it’d taste even better.”

She didn’t bother fixing her leotard. She just stood there, chest out, massive tits still bare and heaving, nipples stiff and dark. Her ass was on full display, round and thick, the white fabric bunched uselessly to the side.

“Get on the floor,” she ordered, voice rough and commanding. “I want to sit on your face next.”

Hajime didn’t argue. His legs were still shaky from how hard she’d ridden him, but he slid off the couch and dropped down onto the old, worn carpet. His heart hammered in his chest as Mirko stepped over him, heavy boots planted on either side of his head. She hooked her fingers into the already ruined crotch of her leotard and yanked it further aside, completely exposing her soaked, puffy pussy. It was a mess — lips swollen and glistening, his cum still dripping out in slow, creamy strands.

“Eyes up here, Hajime,” she said, staring down at him with that wild, drunk grin. Then she lowered herself right onto his face.

Her thick, powerful thighs clamped around his head like a vice, soft but insanely strong muscle squeezing his ears. The weight of her heavy ass settled firmly on his chest as she ground her dripping cunt against his mouth. She was soaked beyond belief — his cum mixed with her own slick immediately coated his lips, chin, and tongue in a hot, salty mess.

Hajime groaned loudly into her and went to work. He licked broad and messy, dragging his tongue through her folds, tasting the thick, salty mix of both of them. Mirko let out a low, satisfied growl, her hips rolling slow at first, then faster, smearing her wetness all over his face.

“Yeah… just like that,” she breathed. “Eat it all up. Clean your mess out of this pussy. That’s a good boy.”

He sucked hard on her swollen clit, then pushed his tongue inside her, fucking her with it as deep as he could. Mirko’s rabbit ears twitched wildly above him. She reached down, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and rode his face harder, grinding her clit against his nose while his tongue worked inside her.

“Fuck—your tongue feels good. Deeper. Don’t you dare stop. I want to feel it.”

Hajime’s hands came up, gripping her massive ass cheeks with both hands. He spread them wide, fingers sinking deep into the soft, heavy flesh. It rippled and jiggled under his grip every time she rocked forward. He could feel the raw power in her thighs flexing around his head, the sheer muscle as she used his face like her personal toy.

Mirko’s breathing got rougher, more ragged. “Shit… yeah, squeeze that fat ass. You love how thick it is, don’t you? Been staring at it all night while I sat at your bar.”

He moaned in agreement, the sound muffled and vibrating against her pussy. He amped his quirk just a little — heightening the sensitivity in her clit and deep inside her inner walls. The effect was immediate.

Mirko’s hips jerked hard. “Fuuuuck—! What the hell did you just—ahh!” Her voice cracked as the sudden spike of pleasure hit her. “It feels so fucking intense—my clit’s throbbing like crazy!”

She came suddenly, thighs clamping even tighter around his head, flooding his mouth with a fresh gush of hot slick. She kept grinding through it, riding his tongue and face without mercy, smearing her juices everywhere while she moaned loud and filthy.

But she didn’t get up.

“Again,” she panted, still grinding slowly. “Make me cum on your face until I can’t think straight. Use that quirk. Turn it up.”

Hajime obliged. He sucked her clit hard between his lips, flicking it fast with his tongue while his hands kept mauling her huge ass, spreading her cheeks wider. He cranked the quirk higher this time, flooding her clit and pussy with amplified sensitivity. Mirko’s moans got louder, filthier.

“That’s it—eat this hero pussy,” she growled, riding his face harder. “You’re so much better at this than mixing drinks. Fuck—right there—don’t stop sucking my clit! Harder!”

She came twice more in quick succession, each orgasm messier than the last. The second one had her thighs shaking violently around his head as she squirted against his tongue. By the third she was panting like she’d just finished a brutal fight, juices and cum dripping steadily down his chin and neck, soaking the carpet beneath them.

Finally she lifted off, breathing hard, staring down at his soaked, flushed face with a wild, satisfied grin. Her rabbit ears were still twitching, face flushed, tits rising and falling with every heavy breath.

“Not bad, Hajime. You’ve got a talented tongue.” She wiped some of the mess off his chin with her thumb and licked it clean. “But I need that dick again. Right now.”

She stood up on shaky but still powerful legs and pulled him up by the front of his shirt. Then she spun around and bent over the metal desk, pushing her ass out toward him. It was round, thick, and perfect — cheeks still red from where he’d gripped them, the leotard shoved completely to the side. Her pussy was swollen and glistening, puffy lips coated in their mixed fluids, his cum still slowly leaking down her inner thighs.

“Fuck me like you mean it,” she said, looking back over her shoulder with that cocky, hungry smirk. “Hard. I can take everything you’ve got.”

Hajime stepped up behind her, gripped his thick cock, and lined up. He thrust in deep in one smooth, powerful stroke. The wet squelch was loud in the small room as he buried himself to the hilt inside her cum-filled pussy.

Mirko moaned loud, pushing back to meet him. “Shit—yes. Fill me up again. Give it to me deep.”

He gripped her wide hips tight and started pounding. Every thrust made her fat ass ripple and clap loudly against his pelvis, the heavy flesh jiggling and bouncing with the force. The old metal desk creaked and groaned under them. Her heavy tits swung beneath her like pendulums, nipples brushing the cold metal surface with every hard slam.

Hajime reached around her body and grabbed them, squeezing hard, fingers digging deep into the soft, heavy flesh. He pinched and tugged her stiff nipples while he fucked her, using them as leverage to pull her back onto his cock.

“Goddamn, your tits are huge,” he groaned, voice strained. “They bounce so fucking nice when I rail you like this.”

Mirko laughed breathlessly, pushing back harder against him. “Then don’t stop mauling them. Squeeze harder—fuck—I love it rough. Twist my nipples while you wreck this pussy.”

He did exactly that. He pounded into her harder, hips slapping loud and wet against her ass, the sound filthy and constant. His balls smacked rhythmically against her swollen clit with every deep thrust. Mirko’s moans grew louder, more broken and desperate.

“Harder—fuck me harder! Wreck this pussy! I want to feel you tomorrow when I’m patrolling!”

Hajime amped his quirk again — heightening every single nerve inside her cunt and around her clit at the same time. The sudden overload made Mirko’s powerful legs nearly buckle.

“Fuuuuck—! Too much—shit I’m cumming again—!”

Her walls clamped down hard around him, pulsing and fluttering wildly as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. Fresh slick gushed around his cock, dripping messily down both their thighs. He didn’t slow down for a second, just kept railing her straight through it, hands still mauling her swinging tits, pinching and tugging her nipples while her ass rippled and clapped against him.

He pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her onto the desk in one smooth motion. Papers and pens scattered to the floor with a clatter. Hajime hooked her powerful legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, and slammed back inside her in one brutal thrust.

This angle was even deeper. The fat head of his cock kissed her cervix with every stroke, stretching her wide open. Mirko’s golden eyes rolled back, her mouth falling open in a silent moan as he folded her in half and fucked her senseless.

“Look at you,” he panted, staring down at where his thick cock disappeared into her. “Taking every inch like a fucking champ. Your pussy’s creaming all over me, soaking my balls.”

Mirko reached down between their bodies, rubbing her swollen clit fast with two fingers. “Keep talking,” she gasped, voice wrecked. “Tell me how good it feels fucking this hero cunt. Don’t hold back.”

“So fucking tight,” he growled, hips snapping forward hard. “Wet. Greedy. Squeezing me like you never want me to pull out.” He pounded harder, the desk shaking under them. “Every time I bottom out I feel you flutter around me. This pussy was made for a cock this thick.”

Her heavy tits bounced wildly between them, dark nipples stiff and begging. Hajime leaned down as far as the position allowed and sucked one into his mouth, biting down on the sensitive peak while he drove deep.

Mirko cried out, her walls clamping hard around him. “Yes—fuck—bite it harder! I love it when you get rough with my tits.”

He switched to the other nipple, sucking and biting while his hips kept slamming forward. The wet slap of his pelvis against her ass filled the room, mixed with the constant filthy squelch of her soaked pussy. Sweat was starting to drip down her dark skin, making her tits glisten.

Hajime amped his quirk again, flooding the nerves deep inside her cunt and around her clit. Mirko’s thighs trembled violently against his shoulders.

“Fuuuuck—! Too much—shit I’m cumming again—!”

Her walls clamped down like a vice, pulsing wildly as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. Fresh slick gushed around his cock, dripping down his balls and pooling on the desk. She shook hard, moaning loud and broken, but he didn’t slow down. He kept railing her straight through it, grinding deep every time he bottomed out.

“Again,” he growled against her tit. “Cum on my cock while I’m folding you in half.”

He cranked the quirk even higher, making every single nerve inside her scream with overstimulation. Mirko’s eyes went wide, her mouth open in a silent scream as another orgasm crashed into her right on top of the last one. Her powerful thighs shook uncontrollably against his shoulders, pussy gushing messily.

“Shit—Hajime—your quirk is gonna break me—don’t stop—fill me up again!”

He buried himself deep and let go. Thick, hot spurts pumped into her, adding to the mess already inside. He kept thrusting through it, grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed buried as far as possible. Mirko moaned through her orgasm, milking him with rhythmic squeezes.

When he finally pulled out, a huge rush of his cum poured out of her wrecked pussy in thick white rivulets, pooling on the desk beneath her ass. The sight was obscene — her puffy lips gaping slightly, cum bubbling out with every aftershock.

Mirko sat up on shaky arms, breathing hard, then slid off the desk. She turned without a word, bent over again, and reached back to spread her ass cheeks wide, showing him everything.

“Still not done,” she said, voice husky and dripping with need. “Put it back in. I want another load in this ass tonight.”

Hajime’s cock twitched hard at the words, already leaking again. He stepped up behind her, pressed the fat, cum-slick head against her tight ring, and pushed in slow. Mirko groaned deep in her chest, pushing back to meet him, taking him inch by thick inch until he was buried to the hilt in her ass.

“Fuck—big,” she hissed through her teeth, but there was nothing but heat and hunger in her voice. “Move. Fuck my ass. I can take it.”

He did. Slow at first, letting her adjust to the stretch, then building speed. Her ass was even tighter than her pussy, the heat insane. Every thrust made her thick cheeks ripple beautifully, the heavy flesh jiggling and clapping against his hips. He gripped them hard, spreading her wider so he could watch his cock disappear inside her again and again.

Mirko reached between her legs, rubbing her clit fast. “Harder—pound it. I want to feel you balls deep in my fat ass. Don’t be gentle.”

Hajime slapped one cheek hard, watching the red handprint bloom on her dark skin. Then he gripped her hips and really let her have it. The desk slammed against the wall with every powerful thrust. Mirko’s moans turned into raw, filthy cries.

“Yes—fuck my ass—use it—cum in it! Fill this fat hero ass up!”

He reached around and rubbed her clit for her, pouring his quirk into it — sharp, constant, maxed out like a vibrator on full blast. Mirko came hard, her ass clenching around him like a vice, squeezing rhythmically. The intense squeeze dragged his own orgasm out of him. He buried himself deep and pumped rope after thick rope into her ass, groaning against her back as he unloaded.

They stayed locked like that for a minute, both panting, bodies slick with sweat. Mirko finally laughed, low and satisfied. “Round three already? You’re holding up better than most.”

She pulled off him slowly, more cum leaking from both her holes now, running down her thighs in messy streaks. She turned, dropped to her knees right there on the floor, and took his softening cock into her mouth, sucking him clean with lazy, thorough strokes. Her tongue swirled around the head, licking up every trace of their mixed fluids.

When she was done she stood up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and grinned at him, eyes still hazy with lust.

“Still got a few more rounds in me, Hajime. Couch. Now. I’m riding you reverse until the sun comes up or you pass out — whichever happens first.”

Hajime dropped onto the couch, chest heaving, cock already twitching back to life under her hungry stare.

This was going to be a very long night.

Mirko didn’t give him time to catch his breath. She shoved him back onto the couch, spun around, and straddled him reverse cowgirl. Her fat ass hovered over his lap for a second, cheeks spread just enough for him to see her dripping pussy and the cum still leaking from it. Then she sank down hard, taking every inch in one smooth drop.

“Fuuuuck,” she groaned, head falling back. Her ass settled heavy against his thighs, cheeks spreading wide around him. “Still so fucking hard. Good boy.”

She started riding immediately — slow, deep rolls of her hips at first, then faster. The heavy clap of her ass against his lap filled the back room again. Hajime gripped her waist, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above her hips as she bounced.

He pushed his quirk harder this time. Not a light pulse. A full flood. He amplified every nerve in her pussy and clit at once — turning every slide, every grind, every brush of skin into white-hot overload.

Mirko’s rhythm stuttered. “What the—shit—!” Her ears shot straight up. “It feels—oh my fucking god—”

She slammed down harder, ass rippling violently with every impact. Her thick thighs flexed, muscles standing out as she chased the insane pleasure. Hajime kept the quirk cranked, making her inner walls hypersensitive to every vein and ridge on his cock.

“Too much?” he asked, voice rough.

“Shut up and keep it on,” she snarled, grinding back on him in tight circles. “Make it worse. I want it.”

He did. He pushed even harder, amplifying the nerves deep inside her where his cock kissed her cervix. Mirko’s whole body jerked. A raw, broken moan tore out of her as she came instantly — hard. Her pussy gushed around him, squirting messily down his balls and soaking the couch cushions. She kept riding through it, ass bouncing wildly, tits swaying heavy under her.

“Again—make me cum again you fucker!”

Hajime gripped her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks wide so he could watch his cock disappear into her soaked hole. He amped the sensitivity in her clit next — sharp, constant, like a vibrator turned to max. Mirko screamed, thighs shaking so hard she almost lost her balance.

Her second orgasm hit right on top of the first. Then a third. She was cumming non-stop now, walls fluttering and squeezing around him in chaotic pulses. Fresh slick and cum leaked out with every bounce, dripping down his shaft in messy strings.

“Fuck—your quirk—gonna make me lose my mind—” she gasped, still slamming down on him. Her ass rippled and clapped louder, the heavy flesh jiggling hypnotically. Hajime couldn’t stop groping it, squeezing fistfuls of soft, powerful meat while she rode him like a woman possessed.

He reached around and grabbed her swinging tits, mauling them roughly from behind. He pinched and rolled her stiff nipples, tugging hard while he thrust up to meet her drops.

Mirko’s head fell back against his shoulder. “Yes—squeeze my tits—harder—fuck I’m cumming again—!”

She shook violently through another orgasm, pussy clamping down so tight it almost pushed him out. Hajime groaned and kept pounding up into her, chasing his own release. He flooded her again — thick, hot ropes pumping deep while she kept grinding and moaning through it.

Mirko lifted off him on shaky legs, cum pouring out of her in heavy globs. She turned, eyes wild, chest heaving. “Floor. Now. On your back.”

Hajime slid down. The second his back hit the carpet Mirko was on him, straddling his face again. This time she faced forward, leaning over him in a 69 position. Her soaked, cum-dripping pussy smashed down on his mouth while she swallowed his cock to the hilt.

She sucked him messy and greedy, throat working, spit running down his balls. Hajime licked and sucked her folds, tongue fucking into her while he kept the quirk maxed out. Every flick of his tongue made her thighs tremble around his head.

Mirko pulled off his cock with a gasp. “Don’t stop—keep that quirk on my clit—fuck—yes—!”

She came on his face again, grinding down hard, flooding his mouth. He drank it all, sucking her clit while she shook and moaned. Then she dove back down, sucking him even sloppier, gagging herself on his length.

After her fourth face-sitting orgasm she climbed off, breathing like she’d run a marathon. “On your knees. Bend me over the couch.”

Hajime got up. Mirko bent over the arm of the couch, ass up, back arched deep. He stepped behind her and slammed back into her pussy in one thrust. The new angle let him hit even deeper. He gripped her hips and railed her hard, hips slapping loudly against her fat ass.

He poured everything into the quirk now — sensitivity in her pussy, clit, nipples, even the skin of her ass where he was gripping her. Mirko lost it completely.

“Fuuuuck—too good—gonna break me—!” she cried, voice cracking. Her ass rippled and bounced with every brutal thrust. Her tits swung heavily beneath her, slapping together. She reached back with one hand, spreading her own ass cheek wider for him.

Hajime slapped her ass hard — once, twice — watching the red handprints bloom on her dark skin. Then he grabbed both cheeks and spread them, pounding deeper.

“You’re creaming so fucking much,” he growled. “Pussy’s making a mess everywhere.”

“Keep talking — tell me how sloppy I am —” she moaned, pushing back to meet him.

“Soaking my balls. Cum and squirt dripping down your thighs. This fat ass bouncing like it was made for my cock.”

Mirko came again — screaming, legs shaking so bad he had to hold her up. He didn’t slow down. He kept railing her through it, quirk still maxed, dragging every orgasm out longer and harder.

He pulled out, spun her around, and lifted her. Mirko wrapped her powerful legs around his waist. He pinned her against the wall and fucked her standing, gravity helping him drive up into her. Her ass clapped against his hips with every upward thrust. Her tits bounced right in his face — he sucked and bit them while he pounded her.

“Gonna cum again — don’t stop — fill me up while I’m cumming —!”

He did. He buried himself deep and pumped another thick load into her, groaning against her neck. Cum overflowed instantly, running down her ass and his thighs.

They barely made it back to the couch. Mirko pushed him down and climbed on top again, this time facing him. She sank down slow, savoring every inch, then started grinding deep and hard.

Hajime kept the quirk going full blast. Every roll of her hips made her eyes roll back. She rode him like a woman who’d completely lost control — hips snapping, ass bouncing, tits slapping against her chest.

“I can’t stop cumming — fuck — your quirk is ruining me —” she panted, voice hoarse. Sweat slicked her body, making her dark skin shine under the dim bulb. Her ears twitched constantly, picking up every wet sound, every slap of flesh.

Hajime gripped her ass with both hands, helping her bounce. “Then cum more. I want you shaking before I fill you one last time.”

She did. She came over and over, grinding and bouncing, losing count. Her voice grew raw from moaning. Cum and slick coated both of them, the couch completely soaked.

Finally Mirko started to slow, thighs trembling violently. Hajime flipped them so he was on top. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half, and fucked her deep and steady.

“Look at me,” he said.

Mirko’s golden eyes were glassy, unfocused with pleasure. He kept the quirk maxed — every thrust felt like pure electricity inside her.

“Gonna cum inside you again,” he growled. “Fill this greedy hero pussy until it’s overflowing.”

“Do it — pump it deep — give me everything —”

He slammed in hard and came with a deep groan, flooding her one final time. Thick spurts kept coming, so much it pushed out around his cock with every pulse. Mirko came with him, back arching, a broken, hoarse cry tearing from her throat as her whole body shook.

They stayed locked together for a long minute, both panting, bodies slick with sweat and cum. Hajime finally eased her legs down and pulled out slowly. A huge rush of his cum poured out of her wrecked pussy, pooling on the couch beneath her ass.

Mirko lay there, chest heaving, ears twitching weakly. A lazy, satisfied grin spread across her face.

“Fuck… Hajime,” she rasped. “You just ruined me with that quirk. I’m gonna be feeling that for days.”

She reached down, scooped up a thick glob of cum leaking from her, and licked it off her fingers with a filthy little moan.

“Definitely mixing this into my next drink,” she joked, voice hoarse but amused. “Call it the ‘Hajime Special.’”

Hajime laughed tiredly, collapsing beside her on the ruined couch. “You’re insane.”

Mirko turned her head, still catching her breath. “And you’re coming home with me tonight. I’m not done testing how hard I can make that quirk work.”

She reached over and gave his softening cock a lazy squeeze.

“Class can wait, Hajime. This rabbit’s still hungry.”