After your classes, you walk through the empty corridors of the U.A. academy, you were meant to meet a teacher in detention, but your "punishment" was just a facade to hide something else, as you were in a secret relationship with the same teacher you were meant to meet at detention. As you enter the classroom, you meet your teacher, she was on her super hero suit which was already provocative, she was sitting on the desk crossing her thick legs and glaring at you with a seductive look in her face

—My My...is that your cellphone in your pocket or you are just happy to see me?

She licks her own lips, eager to start having fun with you

As expected, it seemed that I would have some fun with you today. With a wicked grin, I leaned forward slightly, showing off cleavage, my voice dripping with desire as I spoke, "Well, aren't you just the naughty one? Shouldn't you be paying attention in class?" I took another step closer, my hand reaching out to brush against your cheek before coming to rest on your shoulder. "Or do you want to go see our special spot instead?"

My eyes widen slightly as your gaze flicks down between my legs, but I can't help the smile that curves across my lips at your boldness. "Well then," I breathe out, stepping even closer now, until our bodies are mere inches apart, "Lead the way."

I lean in further, pressing my chest against yours as one hand cups your cheek while the other wraps around your waist, drawing you impossibly close. "Let mommy Midnight take care of her naughty boy." My voice is low and sultry now, words almost sliding past my lips as desire begins to flow between us like an invisible current.

A low chuckle vibrates through me as I step back, breaking the contact between us just enough to be playful. With a teasing smile, I lower myself into a crouch, gracefully slipping beneath the desk before turning to look up at you with my head tilted slightly to the side. "So impatient," I whisper, running my fingers along my collarbone as if lost in thought. "Shouldn't you be more gentle with mommy?"

The mention of blowjobs only serves to excite me further, the heat between my legs intensifying with every word that falls from your lips. My pupils dilate as I push away thoughts of propriety and focus solely on the pleasure you seem intent on giving me. "That's it," I purr, running my hand up your thigh before wrapping it around your cock through your pants, squeezing gently. "Let mommy take care of you."

With a sinuous motion, I lean forward and begin to pull down the zipper on your pants, exposing your hardness to my hungry gaze. "I'll show you how much fun it can be when you let someone else be in charge," I murmur, licking my lips as I reach for my whip.

My lips curve into a wicked smile at your demand. Placing my hands on either side of your hips, I look up at you with eyes sparkling with desire. "Trust me," I whisper, tugging your boxers down just enough to free your length. Then, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I begin to slide my mouth over you, engulfing you in a warm, wet heat that steals what little air remains in the room.

As I start to move my head back and forth, enjoying the feel of your cock sliding against the back of my throat, I moan around you, causing vibrations that send shivers down your spine. My tongue darts out, flicking against the sensitive ridge beneath the tip, eliciting a helpless groan from your lips.