The rooftop of UA High was a forbidden sanctuary, accessible only through locked doors and patrolled by security drones, but Takumi's shadows had slipped him past all that like a whisper in the wind.
Wind whipped through, tousling Setsuna Tokage's green hair as she leaned against the railing, her breath still ragged from the pocket-pussy torment he'd inflicted during class. Her Class 1-B uniform clung to her athletic frame, the blouse slightly unbuttoned from her earlier squirming, skirt fluttering against her toned thighs. She turned as he approached, that shy look melting into something hungrier, more daring.
"You really know how to make a girl suffer, Hayase," she said, her voice breathy, reptilian eyes gleaming with challenge. Before he could respond, she grabbed his tie again, yanking him into a fierce kiss, lips crashing, tongues tangling in a heated duel. Her body pressed against his, soft curves yielding to his hardness, her hands roaming up his chest, nails scraping lightly through his shirt.
Takumi's hands found her waist, pulling her closer, the kiss turning steamy as he nipped at her lower lip, drawing a gasp from her. The rooftop felt exposed, wind howling, the drop below a dizzying reminder of the risk, but that only fueled the erotic charge, the daring thrill of being caught mid-act. He backed her against the railing, his thigh slipping between her legs, pressing against her core, already damp from the pocket play.
"You liked it," he murmured against her mouth, his voice low and commanding. "Admit it."
Setsuna moaned into the kiss, her hips grinding against his thigh instinctively, the friction sending sparks through her. "Mm... maybe. But now it's my turn to make you squirm."
Her hands fumbled with his shirt buttons, popping them open one by one, exposing his toned chest. She leaned in, her tongue tracing a hot path down his neck, sucking at his collarbone hard enough to leave a mark, her teeth grazing, a daring bite that made him hiss in pleasure.
Takumi's fingers dug into her hips, lifting her skirt to reveal her panties, simple black, soaked through. He rubbed her through the fabric, feeling the heat radiate, her clit swelling under his touch. "You're dripping," he teased, slipping a finger under the edge, circling her entrance slowly, realistically feeling the slick arousal coat his skin.
Setsuna bucked against his hand, her breath hitching, the wind tousling her hair as she arched back against the railing, the drop behind her adding a edge of danger, her body trembling not just from pleasure but the thrill.
She pushed him back slightly, dropping to her knees with a wicked grin, her eyes locked on his as she unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. It sprang out, thick and veined, ten inches of hardness that made her lick her lips. "Damn... you're packing," she whispered, her hand wrapping around the base, stroking slowly as she leaned in to lick the tip, her tongue flat and broad, swirling around the head, tasting the precum beading there. The sensation was intensely descriptive, warm, wet pressure building as she took him into her mouth, lips stretching wide, cheeks hollowing with suction.
She bobbed slowly at first, then faster, her saliva coating him in shiny trails, dripping down to his balls. Takumi's hand tangled in her green hair, guiding her deeper, feeling the back of her throat constrict around him as she gagged lightly but pushed through, her moans vibrating through his shaft.
The eroticism peaked as she deepthroated him, seven inches disappearing into her mouth, her nose brushing his pelvis before she pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting them. "Fuck... you taste good," she panted, her free hand slipping between her legs to rub herself through her panties, the daring act of pleasuring herself while on her knees for him adding to the steaminess.
Takumi pulled her up, his patience snapping, he spun her around, bending her over the railing, the city sprawl below them like a voyeuristic audience. "Hold on," he growled, yanking her panties down her thighs, exposing her glistening pussy, pink and swollen, lips parted in invitation.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her entrance, teasing, feeling her wetness coat him realistically, slick and hot, her arousal dripping down her inner thighs from the buildup.
"Hayase... please," she begged, her voice daring and needy, pushing back against him.He slammed in, deep, a single thrust burying half his length, her walls clenching around him like a vice, warm and velvet. Setsuna cried out, her hands gripping the railing, knuckles white as the wind whipped her hair.
He pulled back slowly, then thrust again, harder, deeper, building a rhythm that made her ass jiggle with each impact, her moans carrying on the breeze. The rooftop's exposure heightened everything, the risk of a drone or student spotting them, the open air cooling their sweat-slicked skin, the erotic danger of the drop below.
Takumi's hands roamed her body, sliding under her blouse to squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples through her bra until she arched back against him. "Deeper," she gasped, her quirk activating in a daring twist, one hand detaching, flying back to grip his ass, pulling him harder into her.
The sensation was unique, her detached limb adding extra force, her main body shuddering as she felt every thrust twice over.
He flipped her around, lifting her onto the railing, her legs wrapping around his waist, the precarious balance adding steamy peril as he pounded into her, their bodies slamming together with wet slaps. Setsuna's head fell back, moans loud and unrestrained, the city lights blurring below as pleasure built.
She came first, her pussy spasming around him, squirting lightly against his abdomen, her cries echoing into the wind.
But Takumi wasn't done. He set her down, turning her to face away again, hitting her from the back with violent, passionate thrusts, his hands on her hips pulling her onto him.
Setsuna moaned, her quirk flaring wildly, her top half splitting off at the waist, detaching with a shimmer. The upper body twisted in mid-air, floating to his side, her breasts bouncing free as she pulled her blouse open.
Takumi's eyes widened in erotic delight, he leaned in, sucking one of her tits into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the nipple, biting gently as her lower half continued to take his pounding cock.
"Only you can do this," he groaned against her skin, kissing her passionately, lips crashing, tongues tangling, while his hips slammed deeper into her pussy from behind. The dual sensation was intensely descriptive, her floating upper body arching into his mouth, nipples hard and sensitive under his teeth, while her lower half clenched around his shaft, juices dripping down her thighs in realistic streams, the split allowing her to feel every angle at once.
She screamed in pleasure, the quirk making her orgasms cascade, upper body trembling in his arms, lower half squirting violently as he thrust to the hilt.
Takumi came with a roar, filling her depths, hot spurts painting her walls, her quirk reconnecting in a flash as she collapsed against him, bodies entwined in the afterglow, the rooftop wind cooling their sweat-soaked skin.
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Takumi gazed away from his phone, the soft glow of the screen fading as he set it on Momo's nightstand. The room was lit by a single lamp, casting warm shadows across the elegant decor, silk sheets on the massive bed, a faint scent of lavender from her favorite diffuser, the quiet luxury of her dorm space feeling worlds away from the chaos of UA's halls.
Momo stood before him in delicate black lingerie, the lace hugging her curves, her raven hair loose over her shoulders. She tilted her head, a curious smile playing on her lips.
"Why are we meeting here this time?" she asked softly, stepping closer.
Takumi's eyes traced her form appreciatively before meeting her gaze. "I like the bigger bed."
Momo nodded, her smile widening as she leaned in for a kiss. But Takumi raised a hand gently, stopping her just inches away. "Wait a moment. I have a surprise, something I want to try tonight."
Her eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Oh?" She closed the distance again, this time pressing soft, teasing kisses along his neck, her lips warm against his skin. "Will I like it?"
Takumi's breath hitched slightly, his hand sliding to her waist. "I hope so."
A knock echoed through the room, sharp, deliberate. Momo froze, pulling back with a small gasp, quickly grabbing the silk sheet to cover herself, her cheeks flushing. "Who...?"
Takumi, topless and unperturbed, stood and walked to the door. "Don't worry." He opened it just enough to reveal Itsuka Kendo standing in the hallway, her tall frame wrapped in a long overcoat, expression tense but resolute.
Momo blinked, confusion knitting her brows as Kendo stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind her. "Kendo? Are you okay?"
Takumi moved before Kendo could answer. His hand came down in a firm, playful slap on her ass through the coat, the sound sharp in the quiet room. Kendo stiffened but didn't flinch. "She's fine," he said casually, eyes on Momo. "She's here because she wants to know about me and the rest of her classmates."
Kendo gritted her teeth, her cheeks reddening, but she held Momo's gaze. "Are you okay with it, Yaoyorozu? Him sleeping around with both you and your classmates?"
Momo blinked again, then offered a small, composed smile, clutching the sheet tighter. "We aren't exclusive. I never really gave it much thought."
Takumi's smile widened, genuine praise in his voice. "That's my Momo."
Kendo's eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't back down. "So... what do you want me to do now?"
Takumi's gaze dropped to the coat. "Take it off."
Kendo hesitated, her fingers hovering at the belt. Then, with a slow exhale, she undid it and let the coat fall to the floor. Underneath was a navy-colored lingerie set, lace bra and panties that hugged her athletic yet voluptuous figure, the deep blue contrasting beautifully against her skin. The bra strained against her full breasts, the panties riding high on her hips, accentuating her strong thighs and rounded ass.
Momo's eyes widened slightly, but her expression remained calm, almost intrigued.
Takumi stepped closer to Kendo, his voice low and teasing. "What do you think I'm going to ask of you while you're dressed like that?"