"Well well!" Katsumi grinned as she paced a circle around Saiki's bed wearing a completely revealing outfit. Something Midnight had suggested when Katsumi had asked her for advice for this. Not so much clothing as a bunch of strategically placed straps secured by rings, framing her breasts, her ass, her pussy, but not hiding anything at all. The explosive girl could say what she wanted about the skank hero but when it came to kinky sex she knew her shit. "Well well well well well well well!"
"What the hell are you doing? You sound like an idiot." Saiki couldn't help but ask as he rattled the handcuffs 'restraining' him on the bed. They both knew he could snap the damn things if he wanted to, but... Well, the explosive girl won their latest wager. And as a result he agreed to belong to Katsumi for two hours. More than he ever suggested for her, but this was her first victory and somehow Saiki found himself feeling generous.
"Shut up, dumbass!" she snapped at him, but a sudden epiphany came over her as she corrected, "No... Shut up, creeper." She grinned as she relished the regained control she had in calling him by that little insulting nickname. "Yeah, you're not 'Saiki' anymore," she spoke his given name in an uncharacteristically high-pitched and girly voice as she moved back around to his side, looking down on him. "Now you're just that pathetic creeper." Her hand came down to wrap around his soft manhood. "A slave to his disgusting, worthless cock. Isn't that right?" An unimpressed look wasn't exactly the response she was angling for, her other hand grabbing him by the chin. "Isn't that right, slave?"
Saiki made himself many, many promises for the future as he breathed an impatient sigh through his nose. "Yes, mistress."
"Not good enough! Tell me what you are!"
So many promises. To think he had been nice to her the last time he won. "I'm a... pathetic creeper. A slave to my," his lips writhed, physically fighting the words she wanted to hear, "disgusting, worthless cock."
"That's right you are!" She slapped him across the face, her other hand slowly jerking him to hardness. "Can't believe I ever let you put this inside me. Look how eager it is. Like a whiny pet that jumps up at the first sign of attention, begging for a good stroke." Her thumb pressed and rubbed his cockhead as if petting a dog. "Well? Does it feel good, slave? Be honest."
He smirked. Well if she was asking him to be honest. "It feels alright. Felt better buried in your ass while you clutched the bedsheets."
"Tch!" She grit her teeth, her hand smoking.
In an instant Saiki's smirk dropped, his wrists pulling on the cuffs warningly. Silently telling her he was willing to play along but there was a limit to this game and she did not want to cross it.
"Hm," she grunted, her hand coming off his cock to let it stand erect. Her leg rose, crossed over Saiki's body to position herself kneeling over his abdomen. "You'd prefer to be in here?" she asked, positioning his cock to grind between her ass cheeks. "You want to fuck my ass again? Or," she lifted her hips and lowered them again to put his cock between her thighs, grinding along her pussy lips. "Ah, maybe you'd rather be in here, huh? Use my pussy to get yourself off? Dump your filthy cum inside me again? Well? Is that what you want?" She felt his own hips thrust upwards in need. "Ah, with your words, slave."
"Yes!" he answered, straining against himself to not just snap the cuffs and slam her down to stuff her cunt.
"Well tough shit," she smirked down at him, lifting fully away from his twitching erection to stand above him, loom over him. "This time I'm in charge and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!" She took one step, her other leg lowering to a knee to put herself up next to his face. "And I've decided I'm going to put my slave's smart mouth to better use." She turned around, squatting down over Saiki's face, burying his mouth and nose in her pussy and ass. "Maybe if he's good, I'll give him a nice treat. Well, slave? Get to licking."
And to think, Saiki had thought Mirko's dominance over him was humiliating. Still, he lost the bet this time. It was only fair he be as good a sport about it as Katsumi was every time she lost. This was what he told himself as he started lapping at her folds. The blonde's position as she sat on his face was a little awkward so he couldn't do his best, but he could neither tell her that nor move her with his hands restrained.
Not that the explosive girl seemed to care, taking as much enjoyment from his skilled and strong tongue as she did forcing him to pleasure her. "Yeah, that's it," she sighed, squeezing her tits as she humped his face, "Lick my pussy like the little bitch you are. This is where all your cocky bullshit got you. Under me while I ride your fucking face. You better be grateful I even let you taste this pussy," she taunted him as she wrapped one hand around his erection, "Let alone touch your useless cock."
He could feel, could see as she leaned forward, bringing her face closer to his manhood. He felt as she cupped his balls as something was put on his cock. He couldn't quite see for himself what it was. Probably some stupid bondage gear or something. She was still jerking him so he didn't really care. All he had to do was eat her out for about an hour and a half and her time would be up. If she even lasted that long. Actually, that was a good thought, he realised. If she got tired out from cumming on his tongue she'd stop, probably think of some other way to humiliate him. With that realisation he tried a little less hard, focuses on flicking his tongue at her lips, spending less time on her clit or diving deep into her pussy.
"Nh!" It took minutes longer than it might have for Katsumi to finally cum. "Nh! Mm! Ahh!" she squealed in increasingly desperate grunts. "That's it slave! Make me cum! Make me cum you little bitch! Fuck! Fuuuuck!" she groaned throatily as her pussy sprayed Saiki with her juices, jerking his cock furiously, demanding he cum too.
But he didn't. He wasn't even particularly close. So he just kept going, getting to work on bringing Katsumi to her second climax. Minutes into this that he felt the first stirrings in his balls.
"Oh?" Katsumi murmured coyly. "Is the slave getting ready to cum?" she asked. He could hear the grin in her voice. "Does he want to cover his mistress' hand in his filthy spunk?" Her hips raised, letting Saiki take the first breath of fresh air in a while. "Well, slave? Is that what you want?"
"Yes." Sounded alright to him.
She slapped his cock. "Try again, slave."
He grimaced. "Yes... mistress."
"That's better," she settled back into place. "Get back to work."
And once again Saiki's nose was filled with the overpowering musk of her girlcum. Just a little more than an hour. He could handle that. A boring handjob, Katsumi talking shit and eating her pussy. Easy. His hips jerked as he felt his balls tighten, ready to do exactly as Katsumi had said and cover her hand in his cum. He grunted into her folds, feeling–
Pressure. A lot of pressure at the base of his cock that wouldn't go away. And no release. He didn't cum. He couldn't cum. His next grunt that vibrated Katsumi's pussy lips was one of deep discomfort.
The blonde bomber's grin was vicious and victorious as she watched her little device at work. She would have to do something nice for Midnight after this. Like stop calling her the skank hero in her head. "What's wrong, Saiki?" she cooed with fake concern. "Performance problems?"
He couldn't answer, just quietly seethe. What did that bitch do? Whether it was a good thing or not, she rose off of his face again to let him see. A ring around the base of his cock, attached to what looks like a bag around his balls?
"Do you like it, slave? I got it just for you!" she lightly slapped his sticky face twice. "I'm in charge. That means you get to cum when I say so! That thing around your balls can tell when you're about to cum, tightening the ring to stop your disgusting seed from shooting out. Maybe if you're a good boy I'll take it off."
"You fucking bitch," he growled, only for her to drop her crotch on his face again. "Mmmph!"
"No," she answered viciously, "You're the bitch here today. Get back to licking, bitch."
And suddenly the experience went from mildly annoying for Saiki to actual torture. His body had adapted to many things over the years. That included sexual things even if they were mostly from the past few months. But being physically restrained from being able to cum? That was a new one. A new and painful one. Probably worse for him than anyone else. His body thought he reached completion but he hadn't. So the cum factories that were his balls after his adaptation gained from Mirko were going right back to generating a new load of cum with urgency. After all, he just finished, didn't he? And yet his cock was still being stimulated. That meant he was still going so they needed to make more cum right then and there. It wasn't just pressure. It was swelling. His balls and related areas had to swell as they overfilled with his semen. He cursed Katsumi in his head. This was an adaptation he didn't need! He'd make her suffer for this!
Another little while later he made her cum again, her thighs shaking as she rode it out on his face.
"Ah, that was refreshing," she smiled with satisfaction, one leg folding over the other as she rolled off of Saiki. "You did a good job."
"Katsumi, I swear to fucking gods, take this god damn thing off right now or I'll–! Mmmmgh!" he tried to yell at her as she rolled her eyes and stuffed a ball into his mouth, wrapping and fastening straps around his head.
"So much for being a good boy," she tutted, looking down her nose at his gagged, girlcum-caked face and his angry eyes. "I think you need to stay here and think about what you've done while I take a break and get a drink. You want anything? No? Drank enough of my pussy juice? Good."
"Mmmmmgh!" he tried to yell after her. "Mmph-mm-mmph! Mm-mm-mm-mmmmph! MMMMPH!"
All he could do was lie there, feeling the great discomfort of his balls needing to empty themselves, the all-consuming pressure that couldn't be relieved. His eyes stared at the clock. Less than an hour. He could do this. He wouldn't break! But when this was over he'd make sure she'd break!
She finally came back with a cold bottle of water from a vending machine, shrugging off the clothes she had hastily thrown on over her kinky outfit. "Ahh, that's good. You hanging in there, slave?" she asked, kneeling on the bed next to his crotch and giving his sack a little tap with her fingers. "Ooh, look how stiff they are. Must be so full. And this cock, so angry and red. You want to cum don't you, slave?"
He wasn't just playing along anymore. There was a hint of pleading in his eyes as he nodded tightly.
He saw his own demise in her grin before she straddled him. "Tough." And sank down to impale her pussy on his cock.
It was the single most agonising feeling of ecstasy Saiki had ever experienced. The soft, undulating walls of her womanhood wrapping around his shaft like he had wanted at the start, before he knew the true hell of the torment Katsumi had in store for him. As good as it felt, he knew it would only end up making things worse for him.
The athletic blonde cackled to herself watching his reaction to her exquisite pussy sliding up and down his pole. "That's right, Saiki. Until I'm done with you, you're my meat dildo. I'm going to take what I want from you and give you nothing back. I'm gonna use you like my personal sex toy, same as you used me."
If Saiki had the capacity to comprehend what she was saying he might have reflected on his earliest actions with Katsumi. That maybe this was a little bit deserved. But he couldn't. All he could do was feel the delicious agony and stare a hole through the clock, willing it to move faster. Watch the number of minutes increase so terribly slowly. Feel the fluttering of Katsumi's pussy as she moaned out from the climax she denied him. Minute. By minute. Feel the ring tighten as his body adapted to it with increased pressure attempting to force it open. Minute. By minute. The angry swelling of his balls as yet another orgasm was denied him.
Fifty-eight.
Fifty-nine.
BEEP.
Katsumi looked at her phone on the table as the alarm beeped. Her first instinct was to announce her disappointment that her time was up.
She never got the chance.
With the strength he had been restraining for the entirety of the two hours, Saiki pulled hard on the handcuffs binding his wrists to the bed. The chains of the cuffs broke at the exact same time. Also at that time he bit down through the gag, tearing it in two between the straps. One half fell free, the other half he spat out.
As Katsumi looked into his eyes, she felt like perhaps she took things a little too far.
That was as far as her thoughts went before she was suddenly no longer the one on top. With a simple grab of her shoulder, a shifting of his weight and a powerful twist Saiki had her pinned down on the bed. "Unh–"
"Shut up," he growled. Reaches behind him, grabbed at the device on his nuts and tore it off. Snapped the ring around his cock, threw the whole thing away. "Every single time I should've cum," he continued, folding her legs up next to her ears, "Every bit of that cum is now filling my balls to bursting. Do you have any idea how much that hurts? Don't fucking answer that," he told her as she opened her mouth. "I'm gonna show you. I hope it's a safe day because every bit of it is about to flood your fucking womb."
"Oi, this was my win so–"
"Ask me, if I, care!" he shouted as he starts pounding her cunt with every bit of frustration she built in him. "You got to treat me like your toy for two damn hours. You got your prize."
"Ffffuck!" she exclaimed as she felt his hips slam into her thighs, slamming his cockhead against the entrance to her womb with every fierce thrust. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! God dammit, Saiki!"
"Take it you little cocktease whore!" he roared as he buried himself balls deep, his engorged sack slapped against her ass, his entire shaft throbbed and pulsed as it fired the excessive load down the barrel of his cannon.
"Gahhh-h-h-h!" Katsumi gurgled as she felt every burst of cum pulsing through his cock against her inner walls. As the syrupy goo blasted her womb with unheard of force against the back wall of her most sacred place. Her eyes rolled back, her back arched, her hips went nowhere in Saiki's strong grip. His cum filled her, then overfilled her, then over-overfilled her, then overflowed her. His thick meat almost sealed her pussy watertight but not quite. Spurts of white dribbled around the seal, the rest stayed right where it was inside her, visibly bloating her slightly.
Saiki knelt there, panting. Much as he hated everything that led up to it, he had to admit it was the most satisfying orgasm he ever had. He took a little bit to savour the moment.
Then got right back to fucking the haughty bitch.
"The f-fuck, Saiki!" Katsumi complained shakily, still rocked by the completely unexpected climax Saiki's explosive creampie pushed on her.
"I counted how many times your little toy stopped me from cumming," he told her, slamming her sloshing pussy. "You're paying me back every single one."
"Oh fuck!"
-(-)-
Izuku wasn't quite sure why she was there.
No, that wasn't true. After her talk with All Might... She didn't know what she wanted from a relationship yet. She didn't know what she should expect. How much risk was she willing to accept for her happiness? How much happiness was she willing to give up to avoid risk? How could she even quantify either parameter? She had no idea.
All she knew for certain was how she still felt even then. And that brought her to Saiki's apartment building late in the evening, staring up at his window. She didn't know what she was there to do yet, but she had to do something.
She walked up the stairs, hands in the pockets of her track pants, looking at the floor. She heared the sound of a door opening. Slowly she looked up to see a familiar face turning toward her.
Seeing Kacchan with a smile on her face, not even a vicious one, a natural smile was... weird. It didn't even fall from the blonde's face as she saw Izuku.
"Deku," was all she said as she pushed past, still smiling serenely. As she got close, Izuku noticed her skin had a shine of sweat and there was a smell coming off of her that was both familiar and unfamiliar.
"Uh, h-hey Kacchan," she answered, but the other girl just ignored her.
Weird.
Putting it out of her mind for the moment, she kept walking, stopping at Saiki's door and knocking politely.
Saiki didn't take more than a couple of seconds to answer, his face appearing behind the opening door with a self-satisfied smirk that– Oh, the smell. His smirk fell as he saw her. "Izuku. What are you doing here?" He closed the door partway behind him as he saw his ex-girlfriend covering her nose.
"I... I wanted to talk."
"Oh."
Yes. She could imagine how this was probably a bad time. It was one thing knowing he and Kacchan were doing things together but being confronted with it like this was probably the one thing that could shake her resolve. But, her resolve had only been strengthened over and over again over the past year or so. She hadn't learned anything new. Just been confronted by something she already knew in a more visceral, pungent sense.
Saiki looked surprised that she hadn't changed her mind even though she must have known what had been happening in his apartment. "Uh, can you give me like a minute?"
"Sure, I'll be in that park." Much as she was trying to not let it bother her, she didn't want to be consumed in this scent for longer than she had to be.
She headed back outside, down to the small park where almost two weeks ago she had given up on Saiki as a romantic interest. She would have felt weak for going back to him so soon after if that were what she was doing. The armour of indecision allowed her a lot of flexibility on how to feel about her actions.
Saiki didn't take long to join her, stinking not of sex but of fairly strong deodorant. "H-hey."
"Hey," Izuku smiled softly. She wasn't sure there had ever been a time where he stuttered and she didn't.
"So... What's up?" he asked, trying not to look anxious and failing miserably.
"I've been doing a lot of thinking. Talked to some people. And I wanted to talk to you," she answered vaguely. "What were you and Kacchan doing?"
He tried to control his expression and was no more successful. "I think you know."
"I think I know too," she agreed. "But I want you to tell me."
He looked down, his loose blue hair hanging around his face. As he looked up again his expression declared disappointment. Not in her. Izuku could tell that much. "Do you want details or...?"
She sniffed out a laugh. "Sure, I guess."
He visibly steeled himself. "You know Katsumi and I compete. Exam results were our latest competition. She won so... She won a favour. What she wanted was two hours to do whatever she wanted to me, within reason. She had me eat her out while she put a thing on me so I couldn't finish. Then after that–"
"Okay, that's enough," she waved him off continuing, her face flushed from mostly sympathetic embarrassment. If her goal in asking had been to see if he would really be honest with her no matter what, she got her answer. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked that. It isn't really my business."
"It's fine," he answered. "I promised I wouldn't lie to you."
Her smile came back at his expense. "You could've just not told me."
"... Yeah," Saiki agreed, looking honestly confused by the realisation. "Yeah, I guess I could've. I just... Didn't want to. I mean... I did want to, if you wanted to know that badly. I don't know. I'm... Weird about you I guess. Sorry."
Izuku shook her head, taking in the awkward apology but not commenting on it. Instead she returned to the why of her being here. "You said you never lied to me. I believe you." She hesitated before admitting, "I can't say the same. I can't even tell you the things I lied to you about. They're too important. I need... People I can have complete trust in no matter what."
"And that's not me," Saiki concluded.
"I'm All Might's apprentice," she told him suddenly, his eyes snapping to hers at the revelation. "A little over a year ago I met him by luck. Some stuff happened that resulted in that slime villain attack. Do you remember it?" The answer was a shaking head. It made sense. Saiki didn't follow hero news as closely as she did. "Kacchan got caught by the villain and I tried to save her. I couldn't do much. But then All Might came in to beat the villain in one punch. All the heroes on the scene yelled at me for rushing in like that but All Might found me later and praised me for it. Said all the other pros were hanging back but I rushed in to save someone in danger. He said that's what makes a real hero. From that day on, he trained me personally. Strength training, endurance training, how to master my quirk. If it weren't for him, I don't think I'd have gotten this far."
Even then she had lied to him. If it weren't for All Might, she knew she wouldn't have gotten this far.
She watched the boy as he tried to come to terms with what he just heard, opened his mouth to speak multiple times. She just waited for whatever he would say. "Why are you telling me this?" he finally settled on.
"Because... I think you're someone I could trust," she answered. "There's still a lot I'm not telling you. A lot I can't tell you. But I hope maybe one day you can be someone I can trust with everything."
"Everything?" he echoed, the hope clear in his voice and in his eyes.
She winced. She hadn't meant it like that... Or maybe she had. She herself didn't know. "I... I don't think I could ever trust you to be in a normal relationship," she half-answered. "You are who you are. And I don't know if I could accept you doing... Well, what you did with Kacchan tonight. But I don't know if I can't either. I haven't tried. So... Maybe I'll try, I don't know." What was she even saying?
"I get it," Saiki actively spoke for the first time in the whole conversation. "I mean I think I get it... No, I guess I don't get it at all," he changed his response twice in rapid succession. "But... If you need someone you can trust, I'd be happy to be that one day," he told her with certainty. "It's weird, you matter more to me than I thought anyone would. I'll be honest, I don't know what to do with that. But if you need someone to be there, I'll be there."
She smiled up at him in thanks. He really was a strange guy. Maybe the strangest part being that despite him being a terrible womaniser, just how few people she'd rather have in her corner than him.