The Successor Ch. 72 (My Hero Academia) (Patreon)

A/N: In which Midnight gets got.

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Rather than respond with words, Midoriya first reaches up and brushes his knuckle across her dangling tits, specifically against her rock hard nipples. Nemuri’s eyes widen and she buckles for a moment as a feeling akin to static electricity, but fully of pleasure, passes through her frame. She restrains her reaction as best as possible but can’t quite help that her lips part ever so slightly, or her breath hitches.

And indeed, even despite her efforts to control herself, the young man seated in front of her grins wickedly, his eyes dancing with knowing merriment.

“I think I can, yes.”

Narrowing her own eyes and chalking that up to a fluke, the R-Rated Pro Hero, Midnight, pulls back and rises to her feet. She scoffs at Izuku Midoriya, even as he rises from his chair languidly, looking almost predatory. With a huff, Nemuri walks over and restarts the timer before turning back around and giving Izuku a challenging look with her hands on her hips.

“Touching me constitutes starting the timer, I hope you know. Do your worst, Midoriya.”

She can last twenty-three minutes. She knows she can. There’s simply no way that someone like Midoriya is going to make her cum. He probably thinks all he has to do is jam his fingers up inside of her once or twice and she’ll be squealing as she squirts buckets all over his hands, but that won’t happen!

Rather than leap at her to make as much use of his time as possible, Izuku Midoriya walks up to her slowly, almost… casually. Still grinning, he looks over her body, humming to himself. The time is ticking down, Nemuri wants to tell him, but she holds her tongue. Finally, he looks at her.

“You’re so tense, Nemuri. Why don’t you relax a little bit? Take a load off?”

She rolls her eyes at him.

“Want me to lay down for you, is that it? Or maybe I should strike a hentai pose. Like this one?”

Without missing a beat, the R-Rated Heroine drops into an infamous pose she’s seen a thousand times in porn. Legs bowed outwards at the knees, hands behind her head with fingers interlocked, and chest thrust outwards in his direction. She even goes so far as to cross her eyes and stick out her tongue to really sell the pose.

It’s supposed to throw Midoriya off. To make him uncomfortable and show him how out of his league he is. She’s not planning to stay like this, merely hold the position for a couple seconds as he grows flustered, and then drop it. Is that a little underhanded of her, to attempt to throw him off his game? Maybe, but all is fair in love and war.

… Only, that’s not what happens.

“Perfect! Stay like this!”

Uncrossing her eyes and pulling her tongue back in, Nemuri scowls as she glares at Midoriya. Tch, even if she hadn’t intended to maintain this pose, now she was forced to by her own arrogance. Still… it would be even more satisfying to stay like this, in such a lurid and humiliating position while he ultimately failed to make her cum, right? That’s why she does it. Not because he ordered her to or anything like that.

Midoriya spends only a moment longer looking her over. Then, he moves in. Nemuri watches him through a lidded gaze as he gets into position. Seriously, he’s not even touching her yet. Instead, he places two fingers down between her bowed legs, mere centimeters away from her clenching cunt. Admittedly, Nemuri is more turned on from the blowjob-titjob combo she spent over twenty minutes giving him then she ever has been fellating any other man before. Still, that won’t be a problem, she’s sure of it.

At the same time he moves his fingers into position, Izuku also moves his mouth right next to her left breast, and his free hand up to her right breast. Seriously? He’s going to telegraph his actions like that?

“You’re never going to make me cum if you give me this much time to prepare Midoriya-!”

All of a sudden, he strikes. Driving two fingers up into her pussy. Clamping down on her left breast with his mouth. Grabbing her right breast with his other hand. Just as she expected! Nemuri feels vindication flood through her as he immediately goes for roughness and speed right off the bat! There’s no technique, there’s no skill, there’s no- ohgodwhatthefuckisthat?!

Nemuri Kayama’s eyes go crossed and her mouth forms into a small ‘o’ shape as she suddenly lets out a completely involuntary, very undignified squeal, explosively climaxing right there on the spot. She barely has time to register the things he does before this happens, but she’s enough of an expert to be able to catalogue them all the same.

What she had thought was just two fingers jammed up inside of her all willy-nilly was actually a carefully aimed strike to the most sensitive parts of her already primed and ready cunt. First the fingers strike deep inside of her, hitting a spot that she’s clearly been missing herself whenever she masturbated.

Then they proceed to spread apart, forcibly stretching her inner walls while at the same time curling backwards on themselves. His nails rake at her insides in an extremely pleasurable fashion, but that’s just the start. On top of that, she’d discounted his thumb… the thumb that he uses to flick her clit, which is far more sensitive and throbbing that Nemuri realized until this moment.

Meanwhile, up above, Midoriya’s lips have suctioned down over her left nipple, his tongue swirling around the throbbing, engorged teat for a moment before he bites down on it at the exact same time as his flick of her clit. And also at the same time, over on her right breast, his fingers slide over her soft, sensitive boobflesh to terminate at that nipple, pinching and tugging it in the exact moment he does everything else.

Only Nemuri’s deep sexual knowledge and skill allows her to notice everything Midoriya is doing, even as the pleasure overtakes her and she positively floods his hand with her juices, cumming on the spot. It doesn’t help her stop the orgasm however, nor hold herself back. By the time she realizes what he’s done to her, he’s already won.

And the pose completes the image of defeat, her hands still laced behind her head, her legs still bowed at the knees. She squirts all over not just Izuku’s fingers and hand, but also onto her own carpet, making a mess of things that cannot be denied.

… She’s lost. Nemuri doesn’t even have to look over at the timer to know that. She’s totally, completely lost. He might have spent a minute or two goofing around, but when he finally truly got started, he had made her cum in mere seconds. Tch… she’d been utterly outplayed, hadn’t she? There’s only one thing that Nemuri can latch onto right now.

“C-Cheat… y-you… c-cheated…”

Pulling his mouth off of her nipple but not his hands from her cunt or breasts, Izuku gives her an amused look.

“Did I?”

Mustering up all the strength she has left to her, even if it isn’t much, Nemuri scowls.

“Don’t think… I didn’t notice… brat. You primed me during my turn. Used my time to… get me all warmed up.”

Yes. That was the only explanation that made sense. She’d already been on edge by the time he’d cum and while she’d noticed it, she hadn’t realized how on edge she’d become. He must have… done something to her…”

But Midoriya doesn’t back down or confess. He just laughs in her face while continuing to play with her welcoming body.

“The only one who touched anyone during your turn was you, Midnight. Any arousal that you felt from getting me off… was all you.”

Unfortunately, he’s not exactly wrong about that first part. Still, she can’t help but feel like he’s playing coy. Her eyes narrow and her mouth opens, but before she can speak up again, Izuku continues on with a cheerful tone.

“Still, if you’re that sure I cheated… I guess I’ll just have to go again, huh? How many orgasms will it take before you admit you’ve lost? I guess we have a little under twenty minutes left to find out.”

Then, he latches his mouth back onto her tit and goes right back to driving her insane. Even though she sees it all coming this time, Nemuri barely lasts three seconds before climaxing again.

Squealing, the R-Rated Pro Hero brings her hands down from behind her head and grabs onto Izuku’s shoulders, using him to prop herself up as he really starts to go to town on her. Of course, even that isn’t enough forever. Soon, her legs turning to jelly from orgasm after orgasm, she finds herself falling to her back, with Izuku following her down and also helping to slow the fall so its more of a controlled collapse to the floor.

Even then, he doesn’t stop. Even then, he doesn’t let up. Not even for a moment. Midnight’s eyes widen and then roll back in her head as Midoriya pulls out every trick in the book and then some.

She’d thought him to be an arrogant, cocky brat. She’d assumed that he was too used to dealing with bitches who didn’t know any better, and that his sexual foundations were based on his ability to pull virgins and lonely women who couldn’t help but throw themselves at him because of his confidence and power.

… Nemuri was wrong. It wasn’t often that she was so far off base when it came to sex. It was kind of her bread and butter, after all. Maybe that was part of why she hadn’t bottomed in so long, despite being a switch. Because at the end of the day, it was hard for her to submit to any man who she knew more than.

Sex wasn’t always about strength or power. It wasn’t just about pinning your partner down and having your way with them. Sure, that sort of rough stuff had its place, and plenty of people were into vanilla stuff like that, but Nemuri wanted more. She wanted sex to be a battle of wills, but when everyone else was so lacking, every encounter became more of a conquest for her than a fight.

Suddenly, the shoe is on the other foot. Suddenly she’s the one being conquered… and far more effectively than Nemuri would have ever thought possible. Izuku Midoriya isn’t the uneducated neanderthal that she thought he was. He’s not a meathead just throwing around his big dick and strength and making virgins and bitches wet for him.

Oh sure, he’s ALSO doing that… but underneath the way that all those lesser women flock to him is a real man. A true connoisseur of the sexual arts. If she’d known, Midnight likes to think she could have been more prepared for him. But deep down inside she knows the truth. She’s outclassed and even with a month of prep time, she would have still been outclassed.

The timer finally goes off, twenty-three minutes coming to an end. By that point, Nemuri has cum more times than she can count. Midoriya has pulled out technique after technique, some that she recognized, some that she didn’t. He’s brought her to climax over and over again throughout the entire twenty-three minutes, even after making her cum in mere seconds the first time. And he’s completely and utterly conquered her body, leaving her twitching and trembling on the floor of her own home, already longing for more.

Pulling back from her, Izuku kneels at her side and raises an eyebrow as he gives her a smile.

“Midnight? How are you feeling?”

The audacity of this bastard. To do all of THAT to her… and then express concern for her? Narrowing her eyes up at him, Nemuri speaks truthfully.

“Like I just got instant loss 2koma’d you bastard.”

Izuku Midoriya gives her a large, shark-like grin at that, causing a shiver of excitement to worm its way down her spine. He knows exactly what he’s done to her. More than that, he speaks her language in a way few other respectable members of society do. Really, the only other people who would know what she’s talking about… well, aren’t really worth knowing most of the time, due to certain deficiencies in either hygiene or other areas.

Midoriya though is hygienic, fit, handsome, and… and so much more. She understands how so many women have fallen to him now. Not just because he’s strong and confident, but because he leaves them all yearning for him. He has them all wrapped around his finger, inevitably coming back for more.

Letting out a shuddering sigh, Nemuri licks her lips and then gets control of herself. She’s still the R-Rated Pro Hero Midnight, after all. She has an image to maintain. Running her hands up and down her body, her eyes glitter as she looks at Izuku Midoriya with arousal in her eyes.

“Well? You won, Midoriya. Quite handily at that. I’m at your mercy now.”

Izuku just raises an eyebrow. Nemuri scowls at that, pouting.

“Going to make me spell it out, huh? I guess I do deserve that. I lost. That means you get to call the shots for the rest of the evening. You get to have all of this, Izuku. You get to have all of me. I’m yours to command, to play with, to abuse. Do whatever you like and I promise I’ll enjoy it. I’m a sick little freak like that. What was it I said? On my knees, bent over a table, up against a wall. How do you want to fuck me? How do you want to make me your bitch?”

By the time she’s done speaking, her heartrate is elevated and her words are coming out in a rush of anticipation and desire. She never expected today to go like this of course, but now that it has… she’s not complaining. She’s finally found a man who can truly give her what she wants. Who can not only give her a run for her money, but even teach her something new while he’s at it.

All that’s left is for Midoriya to tell her what they’re doing next. No matter what, she’s confident she’s going to enjoy it.