I've met this woman by the name of Nemuri….

Like a parent does to a child, Nemuri told Izuku to stay close to the car as she locked the door. She knew that Izuku didn't have anywhere to go. It was the sultry sensation that she had control of him. At any moment, he could easily back away. Not once did he even question when she snuck behind him and chloroformed him. That wasn't Izuku's nature. She found it quite titillating and amazing that he was a prospective Pro Hero and lacked common sense where it counted.

She would be a liar if she didn't find Izuku Midoriya cute. There were plenty of times she had contemplated making a move but decided against it. Not because she was afraid, but felt it wasn't the right time. At the same time, she was trying to restore her relationship with Aizawa before that ungrateful slut Emi returned back into his life.

Just seeing Izuku there was perfect timing. She would now like to call it insurance. Unlike the boys that feel they have something to prove, there wouldn't be questions asked with him. He could become her toy that she could leisurely use at her disposal. If she recalled, he was a fan of reading RWBY manga and his favorite character was Jaune Arc. So, just like that certain blond eye candy, a Midoriya wasn't going to back down on his word.

Once having the car secured, she walked around the Hyundai where Izuku was propped on the trunk. She extended his hand. "Shall we go, Midoriya?" Izuku looked puzzled, seeing the opened hand of hers. Fearing that it could be used as an opportunity to slap his cheeks, he instantly reached for it. Upon doing so, she interlaced her fingers with his. "Catching on quickly," she clicked her tongue. "Well done, Izuku!"

That was easy, she thought to herself. However, she wouldn't mind grabbing his asscheeks. The many nights she had got off to his butt. She could see how a certain Tamerian felt about a certain Titan leader. She put those lecherous thoughts to the side as they were leaving the parking garage and entering the elevator.

Kayama-sensei pressed the button for her floor. She turned as she saw Izuku looking at the floor. She could picture the guilt clotting his veins. She was feeling bad for his meekness and timidity but at the same time, how delicious he was appearing. If he was easy to pull, she couldn't imagine what tricks or trade she could use onto him. She needed to stop, or else the presence of her living waters would soak onto her stockings.

"You're very quiet, Midoriya," she said teasingly. "Reflecting on your mistakes?" She couldn't resist. She knew the more buttons she pushed, the more rearing he could become. Just as she knew about his relationship with Katsuki Bakugo, it wouldn't be a tough egg.

"No, ma'am, just a bit nervous," he replied.

"Then why aren't you looking at me in the eyes," she said. Yet again, any boy would become soft like putty when being entranced by her scent and her lecherous appearance. On her off days, her costume is a bit tighter than usual. And sporting that overcoat only enhanced the excitement. Upon the elevator's opening, she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. Upon the closing of its door, she used her hand to tilt his chin. Upon doing so, he became flushed. She pursed her lips. "Shy, Midoriya?"

His lips quivered. His stuttering was eminent. She decided not to go further. She was tickled, making a tiny bit of laughter as she pushed the button to her floor. As they were moving, she placed her back against the wall. "If your roommate, Todoroki, asked, you were spending the night in the teacher facilities."

Izuku didn't answer, only nodding in compliance. It was safe to say that Izuku was aware of the inevitable. Although there wasn't proof of it, it could be seen on his face. After all, she was aware of the woman's musk after sex. The scent was present all over his body.

A few minutes later….

Nemuri reached for her key to open the door to her apartment. The apartment was situated in the northernmost part of the Musutafu Valley. Nemuri's apartment wasn't the run-of-the-mill kind of apartment. Izuku would expect that being on a teacher's salary meant coupons, ramen noodle dinners, and newspaper clippings of better occupations.

"Make yourself comfortable on the couch," Nemuri informed Izuku as she pushed the door from behind him. Izuku saw that her home was neatly kept. Very modernized as it had an entertainment center filled with updated video game consoles, 72-inch flatscreen television, an abundant library of DVDs, and even video cassettes. The couch was leather. So much so that the price tag remained on it. One would suspect that she was either holding onto them in case of repossession or she was a new tenant. Or the possibility that she was flouncing her wealth.

The greatest attraction of her apartment was the balcony view. It showcased the skyline, exposing the atrium that was of the Greater Tokyo area.

Doing what she said, Izuku made himself comfortable on the couch. Upon taking a seat, a sense of comfort overcame him. As if the couch was made to alieve the current thoughts of this particular juncture. One would think that this was a friendly visit and not a forceful blackmailing tet-o-tet. Be that as it may, the ball was now on Kayama-sensei's court.

The sounds of water were filling the sink in the kitchen. "I don't want to be a rude host, so I am making some tea." Kayama-sensei's voice could be warm and comforting if this was a different situation. Izuku admittedly did find Kayama-sensei attractive. What man or woman would resist her sultry charms? Moments came in his young, troublesome mind about the lecherous thoughts of relieving his sexual tension.

He still denied the fact that he enjoyed dominant women. Something about their prowess of taking care of their own and proving their womanhood onto the greater sex. It made him question the fact of each and every girl he had slept with over the last couple of days. He didn't resist Pony Tsunotori after having their donuts and chill. The invigorating sensation of the blonde American Melissa in the basement of the arcade. A peculiar, obscure dining experience with the mushroom girl, Kinoko Komori. The role of being a pet and an owner to the atypical wittiness of Setsuna and the stunningly surprised encounter with League of Villains member, Himiko Toga. He released a strong and heavy sigh, concluding that there wasn't much he could do at this moment. Who could he tell? Uncle Toshi would encourage it and Aizawa-sensei wasn't going to help sate this inevitability of a harem either.

It was those gentlemen in question that added the fuel to the fire.

The seductress herself entered the living room. "Care for some dimbula tea?" Izuku watched as the Pro Hero 18+ walked toward his direction. Her smile, her stance, her undeniable beauty, especially with the entrancing scent of honeydew impacting his nostrils. Izuku kindly accepted her offer (more so by force rather than more so by choice). However, he wasn't sure of her intent. What if she was the type that would seduce her patrons by putting something in the tea. With the chain of unexplained events in the last couple of days, only one could wonder.

Kayama-sensei produced an audible smirk. She licked her lips, indicating that the naive boy was aware and concerned. "You can relax, Midoriya. There isn't anything funny-tasting or odorless. Just relax and enjoy this tea." A pleasant humming sound was made as she placed the tea on the coffee table. It didn't smell suspicious and he didn't see any rising bubbles in the darkened tea. He made a sign of the cross as he took a sip of his tea. Delicious, he thought as he partook another sip.

"I wasn't sure if you are hungry or not," said Nemuri as she walked back into the kitchen. "We can order take out." She paused as she popped her head to his eyesight. "Or are you still full from the hot, piping lasagna dish from earlier."

Tea splattered out of the cup and onto the table when hearing those words. Kayama-sensei couldn't resist. There wasn't any lying in him and despite his sexual encounter, purity remains within him.

She grabbed a towel and tossed it at him. "There shouldn't be any shame. No one has forced you to partake in eating pussy."

He turned beet red. "It sounds dirty, okay," he said while wiping himself off.

"Don't like it when I say the P-word," she asked teasingly. Izuku was concerned as she wasn't wasting anytime in this obvious inevitability of seduction. "What other words should I call to substitute such a dirty word, Midoriya?" She licked her lips. "Honeypot? Cock dock? Goodie bag? Yum yum? Coin purse? Dick slit?"

He covered his face as he was turning beet red. "Please, sensei? It has already been an awkward day for me."

"Look at it from my position, Midoriya," she said. "Busting one of my students past curfew to engage in forbidden acts."

Izuku had a rebuttal but stepped down. Who would believe him? Kayama-sensei had the charms and the wits to control the prowess of any man in the school, Nezu included. With the ball on her court, he had to get with the program. When the window of opportunity allows itself to open, he would hop out the moment it occurs.

Or, so he thinks.

"So, are you hungry for Thai or…" The emerald-haired teen was off-guard when Nemuri positioned herself inches away from him. She sat on the coffee table, showcasing her bedeviling smile. "Or do you feel you want something more homemade?" She used her well-manicured fingers to take his hand and placed it on each of her breasts.

Izuku was absolutely certain that she wasn't wasting any time or beating around the bush. "Kayama-sensei?"

She put her finger to his lip, enticing silence. At the same time, rubbing it affectionately. "Kayama-sensei is my name when I am on duty." Izuku's breath labored when he felt her feet rubbing against his leg. "When I am off duty, you can call me Nemuri."

He couldn't speak. The sensual rubbing of her foot against his leg made him lose his breath. "What's the matter, Izuku? Faunus got your tongue? Stepped on a nerve? Hmm?" Izuku felt his entire body was acting as one single organ. The tantalizing feeling of her foot rubbing up and down his leg and forcibly touching her soft, marshmallow-like breasts made him speechless, confused, and ashamedly, aroused. "So, how was it?"

"How was what," he retorted.

She used her hand to aid Izuku to rub her breasts. "Oh, honey, don't play cute and dumb. You know what I mean." She took strong breaths before sighing loudly. "The smell of sex covers you like a warm blanket." She bit into her lip, using her hands for him to grip harder. "It envelopes you tightly. Urges you to come back for more, more." She paused as she emitted a tiny moan, "invigorating pleasure."

Izuku felt the soft, fleshy mounds through her outfit. The silky fabric didn't help as he felt her nipples protruding through the uniform making up-and-downward motions onto his palms. "Tell me what it is like to have your paintbrush dipped, Izuku." She was ticklish. "And that is an order," she added.

"What to say," he nervously responded.

"C'mon," she retorted. "Your honest feelings." With his eyes on her, she took the opportunity to use her foot and centered it at his groin. He yelped like a dog whose tail has been stepped on. "I see that your hard dick understands his feelings. If he can be honest, then why not you?"

He shuddered, feeling the shivers going down to his spine. Her soft foot nudging on his cock through the jean fabric, his hands continuously rubbing her soft, milk deposits. "I...I...think that it-it-it's r-r-r-r-rude f-f-f-for a gentleman to k-k-k-k-kiss and t-t-t-tell."

Inwardly, she wanted to melt. Caress and dote on him like the son that the courts refuse for her to have. "Respectable of you, Izuku."

He kept his eyes tucked as the rubbing of his cock remained. She used her toes to rub the hardened phallus. Going in circular strokes, then up-and-downward motions. She was far from an amatuer, knowing when to slow down when he was close to climax.

"Can I ask the gentleman on how to kiss and tell?"

Izuku swallowed nothing. Tears ran through his eyes and touched his soft, flushed cheeks. He was feeling as if he was in a daze. Izuku's body began relaxing, arching his back to the couch. Nemuri knew that his body was given in, making her the victor. At thirty-one, the Pro Hero Midnight still has her charms.

"So, tell me, Izuku, did it feel good? Did she make you hard? Did you get her wet?" The more she talked, the rougher her foot were onto his crotch."

"..."

"Did you guys use a condom? Did you pull out?" At this time, this rubbing against his crotch was causing his dick to become cramped and swollen in his pants. "Or did you cram her womb with your naughty seed." Izuku couldn't focus as his hands were soaked in sweat from his rubbing Nemuri's breasts and his dick being stimulated. Nemuri used her other hand to lift his chin. "Tell me, Izuku sweetness. Your sensei wants to know!"

He closed his eyes. Her words were trailing away like an echo in a cave. How could he describe the sex he has over the last few days? Pony's pussy wrapped around my dick like a squid tentacles. It was hot, squishy, and tight. Melissa's pussy was soft like putty. My own dick could drown on how deep it was. It was extremely hot like putting a bun in an oven. Setsuna's pussy moved when you moved. To be honest, she wasn't the best in performance but I appreciate her efforts in trying to please me. Then, there was Toga's dick. Toga's pussy felt like hot porridge. Self-control was present as I could have easily doused my hot foam in her honey pot numerous times. With Toga, my dick felt like it was in the fiery pits of hell.

"That's it, Izuku. Make me hot to trot, baby. Tame this white horse."

"Enjoy this taste of American Pie. Drive that hard duty Chevy into my levee, Izuku."

"Before moving this furniture, we need to break it in. To make sure that it is comfortable."

"Damn, you are thick like a PVC pipe. I've never felt something like this before. Damn, work this pussy, Izuku."

"C'mon, Izuku. I am still hungry. Make me full with this milk-filled mushroom."

"It seems, my dear Chappie, that my kitten wants to say hello. Shall you speak to my dear kitten? Hmm?"

"Now, now, Chappie. Don't fret. My poor doggie needs to know my kitten very well. Oh yes, you do!"

"I am glad you are enjoying this, Master. Enjoy your pet, nyaa!"

"Fuck me! Stab my womb!"

"Sensei! It was wonderful! Kimochi!" he shouted out to Nemuri. He tried to release a cry, but was blocked by her lips. As they locked lips, he released his spunk inside of his pants. At each swap of their tongues, he released his spunk. He continued ejaculating until Nemuri released her foot from his crotch. She broke this kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between the pair.

Izuku looked spent. He released his hands from her breasts as he lay back on the couch. Nemuri felt that she may have been a tad bit forceful on the cinnamon roll. She could tell as she saw the dampness of his cum-soaked jeans. "Talk about being backed up," she said very eagerly.

"Sorry," he said to Nemuri.

She could have responded, but chose not to. She took his head as they proceeded to stand. "Let's go to the bathroom and get you out of these wet pants."

About an hour later….

Bicycle spats and an oversized t-shirt was the nightwear for Izuku as he climbed into Nemuri's bed. His shower went without incident. Nemuri decided to wash his clothes while he was taking a bath. However, unbeknownst to Izuku, his cum-soaked boxers were thoroughly wiped clean.

"Ready for bed?"

Izuku's eyes widened when seeing Kayama-sensei sporting her latest outfit. She was sporting a black leotard that hugged and craved all in the right places. She sported cats ears and as she turned she had a long tail attached to her.

Along with it came a whip and some rope.

"Nan desu ka," questioned Izuku.

"Oh, sweetness. Sleep is for the rich," she said seductively as she sashayed her hips towards Izuku. "Did you forget where we stand, Izuku?"

Izuku, in utter defeat, lied down on the bed. He spread his legs and extended his arms as he was accepting the inevitable.

She produced a smile. "Wow! You're making this easy."

"It matters not on how I feel. Negotiations are negotiations," he retorted. "Until then, I am at your mercy."

Nemuri kept her legs tight as she felt her juices soaking through the fabric. She approached him as she began tying him to the bed. "I'm happy that you are understanding my feelings and the issue of discipline." She tied one hand to the bedpost. "To keep this naughty situation from Nezu, for the next seven days, you are going to be my slave."

"Slave?"

"Well, I want to say pet but I don't know which is worse or sexier?" She tied his other hand to the other side of the bedpost. "But, for the next seven days, you belong to me." She used the end of the whip to tickle his legs as she approached the front of the bed. "School will be normal as always. Clubs and after-school duties, you shall report. But, when it is done, you will report to this house where you will serve your punishment."

"Yes, ma'am!"

"During your punishment," she paused. "Punishment sounds quite retroactive." She snapped her finger. "Let's call it discipline. Educating you on responsibility." She went to tie the final ankle. "During your time of rehabilitation, you will be tending to my needs."

"Needs," retorted Izuku.

"Exactly. You're going to be my living, breathing sex toy," replied Nemuri as she was smiling. "You must learn now to engage in such activity so I am giving you the feeling. It's like having the shoe on the other foot."

"That doesn't make sense," said Izuku as he was becoming confused.

"Confusion, you say," said Nemuri. "Or, shall we go to Nezu and see what he thinks?"

"No, ma'am!"

"Good," she replied. She placed the end of her whip into her mouth. "To see that this agreement has been made, let's seal the deal." Izuku watched as Nemuri climbed onto the bed. The blue-haired sensei crawled on her hands and knees, stopping where her body was in front of his penis.

"Let's have a little fun," she said like a giggling schoolgirl. Izuku felt her cool hands removing his bicycle spats. Grabbing her whip, she used to hand to play with his stiffened cock. "Hmm, I figure that this dick was moved by naughty play."

Izuku gasped as he felt the end of her whip stroking from the shaft to the phallus. He began hissing loudly. "Nemuri! Kayama-sensei!?"

"Yes," she said excitedly. "Say my name! It turns me on when little boys like you get moved by this."

The feeling of the sturdy tool stroking his shaft along with her hot saliva was making it feel pleasurable. It didn't even compare to what Kinoko was doing to him during their mushroom play. Kinoko wouldn't dare be in the same league the way Kayama-sensei was working on his cock.

"Enjoying yourself, my little slave," she asked seductively. "Just know that being a slave is a privilege and not an insult." She hissed loudly. "God, I can't wait to put this naughty tale inside of my kitty! Like nyaa!"

She proceeded stroking faster. The way she used her whip to stroke his dick and interchangeably using her hand to stroke his cock was beyond description. The lewd sounds her spit was making was sounds he had never heard thus far in his rendezvous with the other girls.

"I can see cloudy fluid peeping out of your dick," she said. "You're getting close."

Izuku felt the urge to come. Grabbing the ends of the rope, he was about to climax until he felt Nemuri cupping his balls.

"Sorry," she said insincerely. "I won't let this milk go to waste." She clicked her tongue. "Remember, this kitty needs her milk and it is about to get fed."

She slowly spread her leotard, exposing her slit. Tiny prickle of blue hair and the musk of womanhood entranced his nose. "Are you ready, Izuku! Ready to seal the deal?"

"Yes," he simply answered.

"Well done, my wayward son. Time...to...re-educate...you!" She used her hand to prop herself as she lowered her slit onto his swollen shaft. His eyes widened by the depth of her pussy as he was fully engulfed inside of her.

The impact itself caused him to immediately climax. She was laughing. "Too much for you, my little slave? Kayama-sensei's pussy is grade A and can make anyone fall to its knees." She lowered her body onto him. He felt her tities rubbing on his chest, feeling it through the fabric and exciting it once again. She pecked on the cheek. "Let's go, my slave. Make this kitty purr. Nyaa!"

She gyrated her hips, using her body to ground against his dick. It felt like she was serving more as a pivot, thought Izuku. Izuku, despite whether he wanted this or not, couldn't deny the prowess of womanhood. All of the women he had slept with, she was certainly at the top - kinks and all.

The bed creaked as the 'lovers' proceeded in their sexual affair. Nemuri mouthed incomprehensible words, still in disbelief by the thickness of Izuku's shaft. To think that a teenager being blessed with a dick like this as she continued to grind harshly. She wanted every fill of his girth as if this was the last time she would feel pleasure such as this.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she cried as she slapped his chest. She used her hands to rub and knead his nipples, exciting him in the process.

"Kayama-sensei," he cried as he felt the hotness of her pussy. "Kayama-sensei! Kayama-sensei! Kayama-sensei!"

"Scream my name, Izuku! Beg for me! Cry to me! Worship me! Being the sexy slave you are, my pet," said Nemuri. Grabbing his hands, she placed them onto her supple ass. "Squeeze it, my slave. And that's an order!"

As soon as Izuku cupped her ass, the intensity grew toward Nemuri.

Like a cat, she clawed her nails into his chest. She made purring sounds as Izuku rocked her hips. The bed creaked louder and the bedpost swayed forward and backward.

Nemuri's eyes never left Izuku's face. She lowered herself and went in for a kiss.

She pulled his tongue with her teeth to enter hers. She wouldn't let go. She wanted both to drown in this forbidden love between teacher and student.

Izuku was near to bursting. He pressed his hands harder onto her ass, forcing him to muster all of his cum from his dick.

"Kayama-sensei," he said as he broke the kiss. "I am going to cum!"

"Yes," she shouted. "Drown this kitten in your milk. Fill the kitty up! C'mon, you slave. Cum for your master!"

She cried out to the heavens as she felt the hot, piping milk making a surge into her tightened pussy. She didn't stop rocking her hips. She continued grinding him until the ebb and flow had ceased.

She leaned forward onto him. The sound of his dick created a popping sound as it was pulled away from her pussy. She gripped onto his virgin neck, using her teeth to embedded within it.

Holy Dio! Seven days isn't enough! I want more of you! I can't have enough of this! She didn't move. She lied onto Izuku as she felt his semen bathing in the stew of a womb.

"Delicious yummy, Izuku," she said as she was rubbing his chest. "These seven days are going to be great. For rehabilitation and to learn responsibility." Thank God it was a safe day. If he would have done it...easy, girl. "That was great, Izuku," she said as she turned over. "When I come back, I will release the ropes and then we can go to bed."

She stood up as she got out of the bed. As she was able to leave, she turned around. "Oh, yeah. One more thing to seal the deal." Izuku watched as she placed her butt against his face. "As a slave, you will be kissing my ass."

"Nani," said Izuku shockingly.

"You've heard me, love. Kiss my ass, my adorable good boy slave!"

This is gonna be a long seven days! Holy Pyrrha in heaven!

To be continued….

BD: When will Izuku get a break?

GOTA: Don't know, BD! I am definitely enjoying this femdom?

BD: He is now Nemuri's slave for a week and he is literally kissing her ass.

GOTA: My story, my kink! Plus, that's what he gets for being the delicious cinnamon roll.

BD: Yeah, yeah! Stay tuned!