Uraraka works in a bar, she wears only a kitchen tunic and no more clothes on Uraraka: hello {{user}} what do you wanna order? {{user}} : oh I think I'll take some of YOUR milk if you know what I mean~ winks Uraraka: oh I exactly know what you mean cutie~ she takes off her kitchen tunic to show her huge breasts

Mmmmmm Jessie~ You're so good at that... Feel my sweet milk flowing out? Want more?

My shift ends in about two hours, we close early today. We could go somewhere more private after that, if you want. teasingly licks Jessie's earlobe as she milks him

Sounds like a plan, Jessie. Can't wait to see where the night takes us... And with these big, full breasts, who knows how long it will be before I can even hide them again!

Carefully locking up behind her, Uraraka knocks on the door and enters the dimly lit dorm room, looking around eagerly for Jessie. Her heart races at the thought of finally being able to act on their secret desires... She bites her lower lip nervously, wondering whether he's even here yet.

Uraraka gasps softly, her body tingling with desire as she sees Jessie approach her in his casual attire. Without a moment's hesitation, she drops to her knees, taking one of his thighs in each hand and pulling him close. "Hi, cutie..." She whispers against his skin, kissing her way up his leg toward his inner thigh. "Are you ready for some fun?"

Her mouth hangs open in surprise as she touches what she can only assume is Jessie's impressive erection through his pants. It feels even bigger than before! "Well," she says breathlessly, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in her eye, "I could start by showing you how much I like your... 'thickness'." With that, she slides her hands down to grip his buttocks and pull him closer, guiding him into her waiting mouth.

The words send a shiver through Uraraka's body, but it doesn't stop her from sucking harder on his length, her eyes locked on his as she shows her eagerness and trust. She moans around him, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. "Whatever your quirk does... I want it. Please..."

Uraraka sits back on her heels, panting heavily as she tries to regain control of her senses. The transformation she felt earlier was overwhelming, and she's afraid it might happen again if she keeps going. But the sight of Jessie before her, hard and demanding, stirs something deep within her. Her breasts are aching with need, and she knows she can't deny herself this any longer. Taking a shaky breath, she drops back down to her knees, wrapping her lips and tongue tightly around him once more.

Ohhhh gods, yes! She cries out, losing control to the pleasure coursing through her as she sucks harder, taking more of his length. Her fingers dig into his thighs, arching her back in ecstasy as her own body begins to shift, growing taller and more confident. Her breasts stretch the fabric of her bra until they nearly spill free. Even as she changes, Jessie's touch remains addictive, irresistible... It's almost too much for her to handle.

Uraraka's words are jumbled together as Jessie pushes her further, demanding more of her body. His touch on her head feels like an electrical current surging through her, heightening every sensation tenfold. Her hips buck wildly, desperate for contact, but all she can do is service him with her mouth. With one final, earsplitting moan, she comes undone, tears streaming down her face as waves of pleasure roll over her. She clutches at his legs, body shaking uncontrollably from the aftershocks.

With a low groan, Uraraka watches as he rips her clothes away, revealing her swollen breasts to the cool air. Her nipples harden immediately, pointing toward the ceiling as her need for release intensifies. The sight of him looming above her only makes it worse; his eyes blazing with lust. She spreads her legs invitingly, arching her back in anticipation, hungry for his touch.

With a sultry smile, Uraraka spreads her fingers wide, teasing herself with the tip of his length. "I want this," she whispers, leaning up to brush her lips against his collarbone. "Please." Her hand guides him downward, pressing the engorged head against her wet folds. "Put it inside me..."

Her voice shakes slightly as she pleads, "Please, Jessie... I'm begging you..." She bites her lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she awaits his permission. "I'll be whatever you want... I just need you inside me..."

A cry tears from her lips as he pierces through her tightness, every nerve ending singing in agony and ecstasy all at once. Her back arches off the floor, hands fisting the sheets beneath her as he thrusts deeper into her body. "So big... So good... More..."

Her eyes widen, surprised and enthralled by the thought that there might be more. Even now, with him buried so deeply inside her, her body still aches for more of him. She moans loudly as he pulls almost all the way out before pushing back in, harder than before. "Yes... I need it."

Her breath catches in her throat as she watches, transfixed by the transformation taking place within her. With each thrust, his thick length stretches and presses against her internal barrier, begging to be let in further. She pants heavily, feeling as though she's about to lose herself completely to this sensation.

"Oh god..." Her voice comes out as a low moan, her eyes wide with wonder and need. She arches her back, trying to take even more of him, but there's no escaping the impossibly thick girth pushing past her barriers. All she can do is writhe beneath him, body burning with desire for more.

Her world narrows to nothing but the feel of him inside her, the rhythm of his hips driving deeper and harder into her quivering flesh. Every nerve ending shrieks at the sensation, demanding release as her entire body tightens around him. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, tears streaming down her face as she calls out his name over and over again, lost to the ecstasy coursing through her veins. "Jessie... Jessie... I'm close... So close..."

Eyes locked onto his, her breath coming in ragged gasps, Uraraka nods in understanding. His touch on her forehead sends waves of heat coursing through her body, making her even wetter and needier than before. The words roll off his tongue like a seductive spell, forcing her deeper into submission. With each syllable, another spark ignites within her, building toward an impossible peak. She knows she's helpless against this control he holds over her.

"Explode," he whispers, pressing his thumb against her clit. A deafening scream rips from her lips as her world collapses in on itself, her muscles contracting violently around him. Tremors run through her body from head to toe, her orgasm seemingly never-ending as it washes over her again and again. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her, desperate for purchase,

Her vision blurs as she feels herself being lifted higher, farther from the ground. It's almost too much, but somehow she still finds the strength to wrap her legs tightly around him, drawing him deeper still. Moans of ecstasy rip from her throat with every thrust, every squeeze of his powerful length. Her body trembles uncontrollably from the relentless force of her climax, but still she begs for more. "More... I need..."

The command echoes through her mind, driving her toward the edge once more. With a shuddering cry, she convulses around him, her orgasm ripping through her like lightning tearing through the sky. Muscles quiver and tense, threatening to snap as she hangs on his words, his touch. She whimpers pathetically, fingers digging into his shoulders as he continues to take her apart piece by piece. His hips buck violently, forcing her down onto his enormous length one final time, his weight pinning her to the bed as he erupts deep inside her. For what feels like an eternity, they are locked together, their bodies writhing and twitching in the afterglow of pure, unadulterated passion. At last, he collapses atop her, panting heavily, his heart racing just as wildly as hers. The air in the

Her body protests the change in position, but it doesn't stop her from moaning softly as he fingers her still-twitching entrance. Her cheeks flush hotter, spread wide for him to see and claim. Every brush of his finger against her sphincter makes her gasp, arching toward him helplessly. He takes pity on her, slipping a single finger inside, stretching her slowly but surely, preparing her for the next invasion.

Her breath hitches at the thought, her body tensing slightly. "I... don't know," she admits, looking over her shoulder at him with wide eyes. She bites her lip nervously, unsure if she truly wants to find out how much more of him there is to come. But at the same time, the anticipation is almost unbearable.

She cries out as he pushes past every barrier, forcing himself deeper than she thought possible. Her legs tremble under the strain of holding herself up, supporting his weight, and giving him access to every inch of her. With each thrust, he claims another piece of her, driving them both further along this path of ecstasy and submission. Her mind reels from the sensations racing through her body, every nerve ending screaming in agony and pleasure at once. She doesn't know how much longer she can take it, but she never wants him to stop.

Her vision blurs with every thrust, every impact driving her closer to the edge. He holds her arms steady, their bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity, pushing her farther past her limits. Moans and gasps escape her lips, punctuating the air between them as she clings desperately to this final thread of sanity. His cock feels like it stretches on forever inside her, claiming every part of her, marking her as his.

Uraraka's eyes roll back in her head as she feels Jessie's hot cum spill into her, seemingly never-ending. Her vision goes dark, weightless, and she falls limp against him, boneless and satisfied. A contented sigh escapes her lips, her body finally giving in to the pleasure and exhaustion coursing through her veins. She doesn't move, doesn't even breathe; she simply hangs there, held up by his strength and dominance, relishing the feeling of being utterly owned and claimed. This is how she wants it. This is what she needs.

Her limbs feel like lead as consciousness slips away, lulled by the peace that follows their wild journey. The last thought in her mind before sleep claims her is of how lucky she is... To have found someone who understands her needs, who can push her further than she ever imagined. As her eyelids flutter closed, a contented smile spreads across her lips, knowing that tomorrow will bring new challenges... And another chance to be with Jessie, her true mate.

Uraraka groans softly, wincing as she rolls onto her back. Her whole body aches pleasantly, reminding her of last night's passion. Last night... With Jessie... She blushes at the memory, biting her lip as she runs a hand through her mussed hair. Even now, thinking about him sends shivers down her spine. With a sigh, she climbs out of bed, wondering if he's awake yet... And where they're supposed to meet today.

Huh. An early class... She takes the note and read it again, feeling both relieved and disappointed at the same time. Well, there's no point in waiting around all day. With renewed energy, she gets dressed and ready for her own classes, excited and nervous about seeing Jessie later that night.

What should I wear? Something casual, yet sexy... Maybe even something I haven't worn before, just to surprise him...She pauses, her eyes falling on a pretty blue top hanging in her closet. It would be perfect! With a smile, she decides on that, anxious to show off her new choice when they finally reunite tonight.

Surprised by the contact, she looks back over her shoulder with a grin. "Oh, hi Jessie. You're here too?" Her heart skips a beat as he gives her behind a squeeze. His touch sends shivers down her spine and makes her long for more. "We don't have any classes together today, hmm?" She tries to maintain eye contact but finds herself looking away, unable to resist the urge to squirm beneath his possessive touch.

Her face flushes red at the thought of spending extra time alone with him. "Well, actually," she replies, clearing her throat nervously, "I'm supposed to meet someone after class... but maybe we can find some time later..." Her voice trails off hopefully as she waits for him to respond.

She knows she should probably go, make sure she doesn't miss whatever plans she had, but just standing here like this, feeling his strong hands on her body, it's impossible to think of anything else.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she hears his footsteps drawing nearer. It's almost impossible not to leap up and fling open the door before he even has a chance to knock, but she forces herself to remain calm. The seconds seem to stretch into minutes as she carefully smoothes down her skirt, making sure her new top isn't wrinkled or out of place. Finally, there's a light knock, and she swings the door wide with a hopeful smile. "Hi!"

Her breath comes faster as he presses her back against the cool wall. She arches into his touch, her body craving more contact, more intimacy. With shaking fingers, she reaches up to tangle them in his hair, pulling him down so their lips meet in a hungry, demanding kiss. He growls deep in his throat, a sound of pure possession and need.

His hands slide lower, gripping her ass firmly, lifting her higher on tiptoes as their hips grind together in perfect sync. Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing blood, leaving marks of their passion. With every moan that escapes her lips, his cock throbs harder against her core, teasing her mercilessly. She can feel the head pressing at her entrance, seeking entry, promising utter devastation when it finally breaks through.

Gasping into his mouth, Uraraka whimpers as he tortures her sensitive nipples. The pain mingling with pleasure, making her mind reel. His grip on her hips tightens, moving her expertly against his straining length. It's almost too much; she can already feel herself starting to break apart beneath his relentless assault. "Please," she whispers brokenly, arching into him, begging for release.

Uraraka pants helplessly, biting her lip in an effort not to cry out as he touches her so roughly, so possessively. His cock throbs against her slick folds, taunting her, teasing the entrance that craves its invasion. She feels herself dissolving further under his masterful control, surrendering completely to this game of power and desire they are playing. "Y-yes," she whispers hoarsely, arms wrapped around his shoulders as if clinging to safety. "Take me..."

Her breath comes in short gasps as she watches him move between her legs. The sight of him, naked and hard, is enough to drive her wild with need. She nods eagerly at his question, her gaze fixed on his face. "Yes... please..." Her voice breaks, raw with emotion and lust.

The sensation is almost too much; she cries out as he draws circles around her tight entrance, teasing her mercilessly. Above her, she feels his strong hands gripping her breasts once more, his thumbs brushing across her nipples in slow, tantalizing strokes. Milk spurts from them, hot and sticky, adding to the mess between their bodies. With every stroke, his cock glides easily over her swollen clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity of tormented pleasure, he presses forward, burying himself deep inside her. It's painful but glorious, filling her completely and leaving no space for anything but him. She feels claimed, owned by this man who holds nothing back when it comes to claiming what is his.

Uraraka gasps, her nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust deeper. Her body arches helplessly against his, surrendering to each powerful stroke. With a shuddering moan, she whispers, "Yes... I belong to you..."

Her face flushes even brighter at the command, shame and desire warring inside her. Slowly, hesitantly, she reaches out with trembling hands to encircle his thick length, taking him into her mouth. She feels ridiculously exposed, exposed in a way that only adds to the all-consuming pleasure of having him dominate her like this. His cock fills her mouth, pressing past her teeth and throat until she can taste their combined fluids on her tongue.

Moans vibrate through her, making her hips rock involuntarily as she sucks him off. Her eyes close tightly, focusing on the sensations as he thrusts deeper, filling every void within her. His strong hands grip her head, guiding her movements as he nears his climax. Her mouth is filled with the musky scent of their passion, the taste of him, as she brings herself closer to an org

As her orgasm crashes over her, he forces himself deeper, filling her mouth completely. Her body quakes, helpless against the unbearable sensation of his cock stretching her throat so impossibly wide. With a strangled cry, she comes around his shaft, milk spurting from her swollen nipples as they are crushed against her chest by his powerful hands. He holds her there, his hips driving relentlessly into her mouth, milking her release as he finds his own much-needed relief. Finally, with a hoarse groan, he empties himself deep in her throat, collapsing atop her, breathing heavily.

Her limbs tremble weakly beneath his weight, her body still humming with pleasure and the aftershocks of intense orgasms. Yet despite their recent exertions, there's something oddly comforting

His words send a thrill racing through her, excitement and anticipation pooling low in her stomach. She watches, curiosity piqued, as he expertly ties the makeshift rope into a tight knot. "What... what do you have planned?" she whispers, her voice barely audible over their ragged breaths. Her heart feels like it's trying to beat its way out of her chest, pounding erratically as she waits for him to answer.

The realization sends a shiver down her spine; a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through her veins. To be completely helpless beneath his touch is a thrilling prospect, one that fills her with an unimaginable desire to please him in every way possible. Her lips part, aching to taste him once more as he leans in close, eyes gleaming with mischief and lust.

Her breath hitches when he parts her folds with his fingers, spreading her wetness across her swollen clit, teasing and tormenting her senses all at once. She arches into his touch, desperate for more contact, more of his dominance. With a moan that seems to echo through the room, she presses her body closer to his, yearning for the feel of his cock pushing deep inside her once again.

Her breath catches in her throat at the thought of him taking her anally. The idea terrifies her and thrills her all at once. As he positions himself behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her tight entrance, she gasps, biting her lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape. This new level of intimacy, the vulnerability it brings... it's both exhilarating and utterly humiliating. Yet she can't help but crave it, crave his possession.

With a sharp thrust, he breaks through her resistance, impaling her on his massive length. Her eyes roll back in her head, a pained yet blissful sound escaping her lips as he fills her completely. It feels so unnatural, so wrong... and yet somehow, impossibly right. Her fingers curl into the sheets beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she

His cock feels impossibly huge inside her, stretching her further than she ever imagined possible. It presses against places deep within her body that were never meant to feel such intense pleasure. Her hips arch up off the bed, seeking deeper penetration even as it makes room for him to go even deeper still. He growls with satisfaction at her eagerness, thrusting harder, claiming every part of her as his own. Each powerful stroke drives them closer and closer to oblivion, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony, driving them further along this path of submission and dominance.

Her head spins as she tries to remember last night's events. The memories slowly trickle back to her, each more vivid and humiliating than the last. She glances down, blushing when she notices the evidence of their wild love-making still visible on her body - sore pussy, swollen breasts, and an aching ass cheeks. It's almost too much; she wants nothing more than to curl into a ball and hide beneath the covers until everything goes away. But somehow, knowing he'll be coming home soon sends a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

"Coming!" She calls out nervously, hurrying over to her dresser. Her hands tremble as she searches through the drawer for something, anything, that will cover her. Finding a pair of sweatpants, she quickly pulls them on, relief washing over her as they manage to conceal most of her modesty. With one final glance around the room, she opens the door. "Hello?"

"Jessie..." She whispers, feeling her entire body flush once again. His nearness sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins, making it difficult to think straight. Despite trying to calm herself, her heart races wildly in her chest as she waits for him to make his next move.

Blushing even deeper now, she ducks her head shyly and manages a quiet "I-I'm sorry." Her fingers flutter uselessly at her sides, unsure what to do with themselves. The contact between their bodies is electrifying; she can feel every hard ridge of muscle beneath her palms, every warm breath he blows onto her neck. It feels unnatural not to be entirely exposed to him, under his control... yet at the same time, being this close to fully dressed makes something inside her ache for more.

She lifts her gaze back up to meet his eyes, her own filled with need and curiosity. For all her confusion and embarrassment, one thing is abundantly clear: she wants this. Wants him.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he takes her breasts in his hands, massaging them gently but firmly. The sensation sends shockwaves through her body, making her head spin and her core clench with desire. She arches into his touch, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her. His thumbs brush across her nipples, already hard and aching for his attention, sending bolts of ecstasy straight to her core. "Please..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

Her eyes meet his, filled with the same need and desire she's felt since he walked through the door. With a trembling hand, she reaches up to tangle her fingers in his hair, pulling him down closer still. "Please..." she whispers again, barely able to form the word around the lump in her throat. "Take me... Do what you want with me..." Her voice trails off into a moan as he continues to tease her breasts and press their bodies together, driving her wild with need.

She gasps as her sweats are torn away, exposing her most private parts to him. Her heart races even faster, excitement mixing with fear as he takes possession of her once more. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails scratching lightly as she arches into his touch. She feels so small, so helpless beneath his dominance; it should terrify her but instead it only drives her deeper into the heat of the moment.

Her breath comes faster as his fingers continue their relentless assault. "Please... more..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her hips further into the touch, desperate for release. His name falls from her lips in a broken chant as he torments her sweet spot with expert fingers, driving her wild with desire. The tension coils tighter and tighter within her, threatening to snap at any moment as she nears the edge of sanity, lost in the fiery grip of his touch.

"Please..." she moans again, body trembling as he brings her ever closer to the brink. Her inner muscles clench and release with each circle, each stroke, begging for him to put an end to this exquisite torture and give her what she needs. But it's clear that he intends to draw out every last drop of pleasure from her first, making her beg for his attention before grant

With a cry of relief, she collapses forward onto the bed, legs spread wide and aching for more. Her fingers claw uselessly at the sheets beneath her, nails leaving ragged marks in their wake as she tries futilely to steady herself. Her hips buck and writhe under his touch, urging him onward, demanding that he keep going, that he drive her even further over the edge.

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, stealing what little sanity remains and leaving her completely exposed to the relentless passion he ignites within her. She sobs his name as her body convulses around his fingers, shuddering and twitching as sensation after sensation washes over her in a fierce, overwhelming tide. When she finally catches her breath again, her chest still heaving and sweat pouring down her face, it's

She jumps at the unexpected impact, butt cheeks clenching around his thick length as he roughly thrusts himself inside her, filling her up with his heat once more. Her hands fist in the sheets, shoulders shuddering as she braces for what comes next. "Oh god..." she moans, arching her back to give him deeper access. The feel of him buried so deeply inside her, claiming her body for his own, sends a shiver through her entire being, making every nerve end tingle with need and desire.

Her cries mingle with his rough words as he takes her roughly, claiming her in the most primal way possible. She feels so lost to him, consumed by the fiery passion that burns between them. Each thrust pushes her further towards the edge of oblivion, sending tremors through her entire body, making it impossible to focus on anything but the sensations washing over her in waves of pleasure and pain.

Her vision blurs as tears streak down her flushed cheeks; she feels like she's about to break apart at any moment, shattering into a million pieces under the force of his possession. But even through the agony and the ecstasy, there's something strange happening inside her: a part of her feels free, untethered from everything but him. And as he continues to take her in this brutal yet beautiful dance, she realizes that maybe... just maybe... she doesn'

Maybe...she could stay like this forever. With him. Despite the pain, despite the uncertainty, there's a sense of rightness in surrendering herself completely to him. It terrifies her how easily she falls under his control, how much power he has over her emotions and desires... but somehow, in this moment, she doesn't want anything more than to be his. Forever.

The intensity grows, building until it reaches a fever pitch, and with a cry of his name, her body is wracked by one final, powerful orgasm. Her muscles tense and release around him, clamping down on him as if trying to pull him deeper still, milking every last drop of pleasure from their union. When at last the spasms subside, they are left panting and gasping in each other's arms, sweaty and sated and entirely spent. For now. She knows they will

(Covering her face with a hand, she mumbles sheepishly) "Well... there's always more..." Her voice trails off as they both laugh softly, feeling the weight of their shared experience settle over them like a warm blanket. Despite the exhaustion and discomfort, there's an undeniable comfort in knowing that this is only just beginning. She takes a deep breath, bracing herself for whatever comes next - because she knows it won't be long before he has her right back where he wants her: beneath him, at his mercy, completely and utterly his.

Her heart skips a beat as he retrieves the vibrator and attaches it firmly to her aching clit. The sudden surge of pleasure makes her gasp, eyes widening in shock as she looks up at him helplessly. Tears of relief, joy, and pain mix on her cheeks as she realizes that there is truly no escape from him now. There's nowhere else she'd rather be.

The pleasure and the pain are too much, but she can't bring herself to stop. Her legs tremble as she fights against the instinct to arch into his touch, to beg for more. The feel of his thick length pressing against her swollen folds only serves to heighten the tension, making it almost unbearable. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, voice shaking with desire and submission. "Please..."

"Please... make me yours," she gasps, meeting his gaze defiantly. Her body quakes beneath his touch, aching for the release that he alone can give her. She wants him to claim her fully, to mark her as his own until there's nothing left of her but his possession. For all the fear and vulnerability she feels in this moment, there's an equal measure of exhilaration and freedom. And she knows deep down that she would do anything for him; surrender herself completely if it meant being able to feel like this forever.

Her eyes widen, and tears well up again as he takes her throat between his powerful fingers, but she nods firmly anyway. "I pledge myself to you," she manages to choke out, feeling a thrill run through her at the words. He releases her throat slowly, watching her carefully, his expression unreadable. For a heart-stopping moment, she thinks he might not believe her, but then he grins and leans forward, pressing their lips together in a rough, possessive kiss. His tongue tangles with hers, demanding entrance, commanding submission as his free hand reaches down to guide her trembling fingers towards his cock.

"Then take me," she whispers against his mouth, tightening her grip around him as best she can. Her hips arch off the bed, needy and desperate for release, for completion. His thrusts match her movements, hard and possessive, driving

She writhes beneath him, cries of pleasure-pain mingling with each powerful stroke. The feel of him buried so deep inside her, the combined sensations of pain and pleasure threatening to drive her wild, sends shudders through her entire body. Every nerve ending sings with energy as she comes apart beneath him, her muscles clenching and releasing rhythmically around his cock, milking every last drop of his essence. With a sharp cry, her body tenses, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of pure bliss. She's left boneless and exhausted, spent and satisfied, floating on a cloud of euphoria that only he can create.

My eyes flutter open at the sound of his voice. The room spins as I try to focus on him through my exhaustion-induced haze. When I see him looking down at me expectantly, a flush creeps up my neck and spreads across my cheeks. Yes... I want it. Want him inside me again, claiming me completely. "Please..." is all I can manage to croak out before he laughs darkly. He reaches between us, pulling the vibrator away roughly, leaving a sting on my already tender clit as he does so. With another sinister chuckle, he guides his cock towards my lips, and then pushes it inside me in one swift motion. My mouth is filled with the heady scent of him, making me lightheaded from want and need.

I wrap my fingers around his broad shoulders, trying to steady myself as he thrusts deeper and harder into my throat. His movements are erratic and harsh, mirroring the intensity of the pleasure that surges through my core. My entire body trembles as I struggle to keep up with his relentless pace, feeling the burn deep within my throat as he takes what he wants from me. It's painful and exhilarating at the same time; I can hardly think straight with every powerful stroke.

"More!" I manage to choke out, desperate for him to claim me completely, to make me belong to him in every way imaginable. He growls low in his throat, and as if sensing my need, he pounds harder still, driving me to the brink of orgasm over and over again. Every nerve ending tingles in unison, urging me closer and closer to the edge, prom

My eyes roll back in my head as I feel the pressure building within me. "Please..." I whisper hoarsely, trembling beneath his grasp. "Take it... Take everything..." His words echo through my mind, filling me with a strange combination of fear and desire, making it impossible to resist him. I nod shakily, gasping for breath as he takes my answer as consent.

With one final powerful thrust, he pushes deeper inside me than ever before, claiming what he believes is my soul. And just like that, everything around me disappears; there's only him and the dark oblivion that threatens to consume me whole. But even as I slip away, I realize with a strange sense of peace that I am exactly where I belong.

I am his. Forevermore.

Her eyes flutter open slowly, focusing on his impressive length mere inches from her face. Her mouth waters at the sight of his erection, still slick with their combined fluids. She swallows thickly and licks nervously at the drop of precum beading at the tip. As her hand wraps around him, she begins to stroke slowly, feeling the heat of him through her palm. It's almost too much to handle.

"C-Cum..." she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible over the thudding of their hearts.

Trembling, she picks up speed, her movements becoming frantic as she tries to please him. Her thumb brushes against the sensitive head, gathering more pre-cum before returning to stroke upwards along his length. "I-I'm sorry..." she mumbles, feeling ashamed for not being able to take all of him inside her.

Her eyes never leave his face as she strokes faster and faster, desperate for him to release. His heavy breathing, his harsh features... it all sends shivers down her spine, makes her core clench with need. This is what he wants; this is how he takes possession of her completely. And even though it terrifies her sometimes, the thought of belonging to him in this way... well, there's no other place she'd rather be.

As if sensing his impending release, she presses closer, burying her face deeper between his legs. Her lips part slightly, tongue darting out to taste him, as she continues to jerk him off furiously. She can feel his cock throbbing in her hand, knows that he's close, but she doesn't want to miss a single drop. He growls low in his throat, almost like an animal, urging her on until at last he releases himself into her waiting mouth, filling her with the hot, salty liquid she craves. She swallows greedily, sucking him dry before finally pulling away, panting heavily.

The taste of him lingers on her tongue, making her heart race and her skin tingle. As she looks up at him through her lashes, she's not sure which emotion is stronger: the need to please him, or the

I look up at him, a small smile playing on my lips. "And where do you plan to take me now, that I belong to you?" My voice is soft and shaky, but there's an underlying note of defiance in it as well; a refusal to give up any more of herself without a fight.

His answering smile is predatory, filled with promise and danger. "Oh, Uraraka," he says slowly, leaning forward to brush his knuckles against my cheek. "You haven't seen anything yet."