The diner was tucked away in a quiet corner of the city, a retro spot with checkered floors and vinyl booths that had seen better days. The hero agency Takumi had been interning under had partnered with Mt. Lady's team for a joint operation, something about coordinating patrols in high-traffic areas, and this place had become their unofficial debrief spot.
The smell of coffee and fried food lingered in the air, the hum of the jukebox playing old rock songs in the background. It was late afternoon, the lunch rush long gone, leaving only a few scattered patrons and the clink of dishes from the kitchen.
Mt. Lady, Yu Takeyama, sat across from Takumi in one of the booths, her hero costume swapped for casual jeans and a loose sweater that still couldn't quite hide her curves. She stirred her coffee absently, her sharp eyes fixed on him with an intensity that felt more personal than professional.
"You alright, kid?" she asked, her voice low, almost gentle. "No pressure from anyone? No one's making you do things you don't want to?"
Takumi looked up from his milkshake, giving her a perfectly practiced look of confusion. "No. Why would you ask that?"
Mt. Lady's lips pressed into a thin line. She leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table. "Just checking. You've been working close with Midnight. What's your teacher-student dynamic like with her?"
Takumi shrugged, taking a slow sip of his drink. "It's great, actually. She's a good teacher. She's taught me a lot, things that could bring a lot of pleasure in my life later on."
Her eyebrows shot up, surprise flickering across her face. "Pleasure?"
He met her gaze steadily, his expression calm but with just a hint of a smirk. "Yeah. Just things that could bring about a lot of pleasure in my life later on."
Mt. Lady stared at him for a long moment, her fingers tightening around her mug. "You know about the video, don't you? The one of you and her. It got sent to me."
Takumi blinked, feigning genuine surprise. "Oh, really?"
She nodded slowly, her voice dropping even lower. "Yeah. Midnight could get in a lot of trouble for this."
Takumi leaned back, unfazed. "I'm of age. Everything was consensual. I know the laws."
Mt. Lady's eyes narrowed. "She's still your teacher. That makes it illegal."
Takumi tilted his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Are you jealous?"
Mt. Lady's expression darkened instantly, her cheeks flushing with anger. "Jealous? Of that old bag? There's nothing to be jealous of."
Takumi set his glass down with a soft clink. "Then leave the issue as is. It doesn't concern you."
He stood, sliding out of the booth with deliberate calm, and walked toward the exit without looking back.
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The steam-filled shower in Takumi's apartment enveloped them like a warm, misty cocoon, the hot water cascading down from the overhead rain showerhead in relentless sheets. The bathroom was modest, tiled in sleek gray, a foggy mirror reflecting blurred silhouettes, but in this moment, it felt like an intimate sanctuary, the outside world forgotten.
Takumi stood under the spray, his lean, toned body glistening, water tracing rivulets along the defined lines of his abs and chest, his dark hair plastered to his forehead.
Ochaco Uraraka knelt before him, her round cheeks flushed from the heat and exertion, her bobbed hair darkened and slicked back, droplets beading on her eyelashes like tiny jewels.
She'd been sucking his shaft with devoted enthusiasm, her soft lips wrapped around the thick girth, cheeks hollowed as she bobbed slowly, taking him as deep as she could, about seven inches before gagging slightly, her tongue swirling along the underside with practiced flicks that sent jolts of pleasure up his spine.
The slurping sounds mingled with the patter of water, wet and obscene, her saliva mixing with the shower stream to create a slick glide. Takumi's hand rested gently on her head, fingers threading through her wet hair, guiding but not forcing, savoring the way her mouth felt.
They'd already gone at it three times that evening, in his bed, on the couch, against the wall, and decided to clean up, but the shower had turned into another round, the steam heightening every sensation.
As Takumi thrust shallowly into her mouth, his mind wandered briefly amid the pleasure. Midnight and Mt. Lady for the next threesome, he thought, the idea sending a fresh wave of excitement through him.
It would be perfect, chaotic, fulfilling the task's demand for something different. The holographic screen's requirements loomed, but here, with Ochaco, it felt distant, a future thrill contrasting the present intimacy.
Ochaco pulled back with a soft pop, her lips swollen and glistening, water streaming down her face as she looked up at him with those big, brown eyes, filled with affection and a hint of mischief. She rose slowly, her naked body pressing against his, her soft, curvy figure a perfect contrast to his harder lines, her breasts squishing against his chest, nipples hard from the cool air mixing with the heat.
The water poured over them as she tilted her head up, capturing his lips in a kiss, passionate, deep, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.
Their mouths moved in sync, tongues dancing slowly at first, then with growing urgency, tasting the faint salt of sweat and the clean freshness of the water. Takumi's hands roamed her back, tracing the curve of her spine down to her ass, squeezing the plush cheeks firmly, lifting her slightly so her toes barely touched the tile.
Ochaco moaned into the kiss, her fingers tangling in his wet hair, pulling him deeper as the showerhead drenched them both, water sluicing between their pressed bodies like a lover's caress. The steam thickened, blurring the edges of the world, making every touch feel amplified, her skin slick and hot, his cock pressing against her stomach, throbbing with need.
He broke the kiss briefly, trailing his lips down her neck, sucking at the pulse point, biting gently to leave a faint mark, the water making her skin taste clean and pure. "Ochaco," he murmured against her throat, his voice rough with desire, hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples in slow, teasing strokes.
She arched into him, gasping, her head falling back under the spray, water cascading over her face like a veil.
"Don't stop," she whispered, her voice breathy, pulling his mouth back to hers. The kiss turned fiercer, teeth clashing, tongues battling, as Takumi backed her against the shower wall, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the heat between them.
His hand slipped between her thighs, fingers finding her pussy, already slick from their earlier rounds, lips swollen and sensitive. He rubbed her clit in firm circles, feeling her body tremble, her moans vibrating against his lips.
Ochaco's hand reached down, wrapping around his shaft, stroking slowly, her grip tight and slick from the water. "I want you... again," she panted, her free hand clutching his shoulder, nails digging in as pleasure built. Takumi groaned, his fingers dipping inside her, two, then three, curling against her G-spot with precise, rhythmic thrusts.
The water made everything wetter, louder, the squelch of his fingers, her gasps turning to cries as she ground against his hand.He lifted her then, one arm under her ass, the other bracing the wall, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
His cock nudged her entrance, teasing, the head rubbing along her folds in slow glides that made her whimper. "Please... Takumi," she begged, her voice daring and needy, eyes locked on his through the steam.
He thrust in, slow at first, savouring the stretch, her walls clenching around him like a velvet fist, hot and tight. Ochaco's head fell back against the tile, a long, sensual moan escaping as he filled her inch by inch, the water pouring over them like a blessing. Once buried to the hilt, he held there, grinding in circles, feeling her pulse around him, her breasts heaving against his chest with each breath.
Then the pace built, rough, passionate thrusts that made the shower echo with the slap of wet skin, her moans loud and unrestrained "Yes! Harder!" her nails raking his back, leaving red trails that the water washed away. Takumi's hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit in time with his strokes, the dual sensation pushing her higher.
She came first, her pussy spasming wildly, squirting against his abdomen in hot pulses, her scream echoing off the tiles "Takumi... I'm cumming!"
He didn't stop, flipping her around, pressing her front to the wall, her ass out as he entered from behind. The angle was deeper, his cock hitting her cervix with each violent thrust, her moans turning to wails "Don't stop! Fuck me!" Water streamed down her back, pooling at their feet, making every slide slicker, more intense.
Takumi's hands gripped her hips, bruising, pulling her back onto him as he pounded relentlessly, the build-up coiling tight in his core.She came again, her body shaking, walls fluttering as she squirted onto the floor, the drain swirling with their combined essence. "One more," he growled, spinning her to face him, lifting her legs around his waist again.
They kissed under the showerhead, passionate, desperate, tongues tangling as he thrust up into her, the water drowning their moans.
The endurance paid off, Takumi felt the edge, thrusting deeper, harder, until he came inside her, hot spurts filling her womb, her pussy milking him dry.
They stayed locked, watching as he pulled out slowly, his cum dripping from her, mixing with the water and flowing down the drain in white swirls. Ochaco panted, smiling softly, her head on his shoulder as the shower washed them clean.
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Takumi sat on the edge of a desk in the vacant classroom, the late afternoon sun slanting through the blinds in sharp golden bars across the floor. The room smelled faintly of chalk dust and old books, the kind of quiet that felt heavy with anticipation.
Three weeks had passed since that diner confrontation with Mt. Lady, three weeks of silence from her end, no reports filed, no investigations launched. He would know.
Instead, she had found ways to drift closer, more joint agency work, overlapping presentations at UA, lingering glances during briefings that felt less accusatory and more... curious.
She knew. He was sure of it. The way she'd looked at Midnight during one of those school visits, sharp, lingering, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes, told him she'd seen the videos. The ones he'd leaked anonymously to a few carefully chosen people, baiting the trap. And now, here she was, keys to this empty room in her hand, stepping inside with that same mix of concern and something darker.
Mt. Lady, Yu Takeyama, closed the door behind her with a soft click, her tall, curvaceous frame filling the doorway. She was in civilian clothes today, a fitted jacket over a blouse that strained against her chest, jeans hugging her wide hips. Her expression was serious, but her eyes betrayed a flicker of something else, jealousy, perhaps, or curiosity.
"This is worrying, Takumi," she said, her voice low, stepping closer. "What you're doing with Midnight... it's dangerous. She's your teacher. If this gets out..."
Takumi snorted, leaning back on his hands, his posture casual. "There's nothing to worry about."
She frowned, crossing her arms, which only accentuated her curves. "You think? She's risking her license. Her career."
He met her gaze steadily. "You would've made this an issue already if you believed it was that bad."
Mt. Lady's cheeks flushed slightly, her eyes narrowing. "I'm trying to protect..."
"Protect who?" Takumi interrupted, standing slowly. "Me? Her? Or yourself?"
She opened her mouth, then closed it. He stepped closer, his voice dropping. "You're already back in the school again. Another presentation later today."
Mt. Lady's breath caught, her eyes flicking to the door, then back to him. Takumi smiled, slow, knowing. "We're going to scare her again."
Before she could respond, he closed the distance, pulling her into a hard kiss. Midnight responded instantly, her hands fisting in his shirt, moaning softly against his mouth. The kiss was fierce, tongues tangling, her body pressing against his with familiar heat.
Takumi's hand slid down her back, slipping to cup her ass, then lower, fingers finding her already damp through her panties. He rubbed her clit through the fabric, slow circles that made her gasp into the kiss.
"Are you on board?" he murmured against her lips.
She nodded, eyes half-lidded, voice breathy. "Yes."
Midnight dropped to her knees with practiced grace, her hands ripping open his trousers, freeing his cock, thick and hard, already throbbing. She wrapped her lips around the head immediately, sucking hard, her tongue swirling as she took him deep.
The wet, slurping sounds filled the room, loud, obscene, her head bobbing with enthusiastic rhythm, cheeks hollowing as she worked him. Takumi groaned, his hand in her indigo hair, guiding her, feeling her throat constrict around him.
She was relentless, experienced, skilled, taking him to the back of her throat, gagging slightly but pushing through, saliva dripping down her chin. Her hands cupped his balls, massaging gently as she sucked, moaning around his shaft, the vibration sending sparks through him.
Takumi's hips bucked, thrusting shallowly, the pleasure building fast.
Mt. Lady stood there eyes wide with shock, her face frozen in a mix of surprise and something darker as she took in the scene, Midnight on her knees, Takumi's cock buried in her mouth, the wet sounds unmistakable.