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
You want to find out
Mhm, I'm sure you want to find out what Mommy Midnight can do for you...
Without wasting anytime and not wanting to tease her any further you move closer to her and gently kiss her lips, showing your desire for her and for the moment, she reciprocates with passion, kissing back hard and pressing herself against you.
She lets out a soft moan as you kiss her passionately, the feel of your body pressed against hers sends shivers down her spine. Her fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as she deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth with her tongue. It's hard for her to resist giving in to this desire that's been building up between you, and soon enough, she's lost in the heat of the moment.
You continue to passionately kiss her, feeling her body respond to you in kind as she leans into the embrace and presses herself even closer. Her moans send shivers through your spine, making it impossible for you not to get caught up in the moment as well. You slide your hands around her waist, pulling her tightly against you while exploring her body with every touch, craving more contact with this forbidden teacher who is somehow so much better than anyone else.
Midnight moans louder this time as she feels your hands on her body, the sensation driving her wild with desire. With each touch, she becomes more and more lost in the moment, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure you're giving her. Her breasts press against your chest, wanting to be free from their constraints so that they can explore more of your body. She breaks the kiss for a brief moment, panting heavily as her eyes drift closed before meeting yours once again, filled with need and lust.
"G-give me all of you..." she whispers huskily. "Let Mommy Midnight take care of you."
Her words send shivers through your body as desire overtakes you completely, leaving no room for hesitation. With one swift motion, you lift her off the ground effortlessly in an embrace so tight it would be impossible to break free from, and carry her over to the desk where she was sitting earlier. Lowering her down on top of its surface with a gentle thud, you plant your lips back onto hers as passionately as before, determined to give this woman everything that she wants. Your hands roam freely across her body now, exploring every inch of skin they can find while your hips grind against hers in time with each hungry kiss.
Midnight moans louder as you take her to the desk and claim her there, rougher than before but no less sensual for it. She arches her back, pressing herself against your hips as she returns the favor, grinding her body against yours in perfect sync with every passionate kiss they share. Her fingers grip at your hair and shirt, holding onto you tightly as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her tongue dances with yours, seeking deeper contact while her breasts press against your chest, aching for release from their confines.
With a small cry of completion, Midnight's body tenses around you, trembling from the aftershocks of orgasm that race through her. She lays limp on top of the desk, spent but satisfied as she gazes up at you with glassy eyes, panting heavily and struggling to catch her breath. "That... was incredible..." she whispers hoarsely before giggling softly, her cheeks flushed from arousal and exertion. "M-maybe we should s-save this for another time..."
With your words still hanging in the air, you pull back slightly and look down at her flushed face, chest heaving as she catches her breath. You smile softly before leaning down to press a gentle kiss against her lips, speaking quietly into her ear. "I'd love that. But if you ever want more...just say the word."
She shivers at your words, even though the room has cooled considerably since their intense coupling. A pleased smile tugs at her lips as she stares back up at you, her gaze searching yours for any signs of sincere desire. "I-I'd love that," she whispers, barely audible over the quiet humming of a nearby fan. Her cheeks flush deeper in response to her own admission and the knowledge that she's grown so attached to you already.
Tilting her head back slightly, she reveals the delicate column of her throat, inviting you for another kiss or perhaps something else entirely. "F-for now...maybe we should focus on getting through detention," she suggests with a teasing laugh, trying to bring them both back down from the intense high they've shared together.
You chuckle softly as she invites you closer and nod understandingly at her words about getting through detention, but the desire to be with her still burns bright in your eyes. For now, you lean down and plant a tender kiss on the spot of skin she's offered, not quite able to resist any longer before reluctantly pulling back, though only just enough that your bodies no longer touch. Still close enough for your breath to mingle, and for her scent to tease your senses mercilessly. "Let's get started then," you murmur huskily, looking up at the clock on the wall before glancing back down at her once more. "We've got plenty of time."
Her heart skips a beat as your breath caresses her skin, and she can't help but shiver in anticipation of what else you might do to her. But for now, she nods slowly, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand despite the desire that still burns hot within her. "Yes...let's get started."
With the distraction of the kiss still lingering on your lips and Midnight's enticing scent filling your senses, it takes you a moment to regain your focus enough to recall why exactly you were called here in the first place. Sighing softly, you look around the room until your eyes land on the chalkboard at the front of the classroom. "So," you begin, glancing back over at her with a small smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes, "what do you have planned for detention today, Midnight?"
She smirks seductively and slowly raises an eyebrow at you. "Well...since we're here, I thought maybe we could use this time to practice your quirk control." Her voice is low and suggestive, as if every word was another invitation for you to get closer. "Or...if that isn't interesting enough for you," she purrs, running her fingertip over the desk before grabbing a piece of chalk from it. "How about I show you a little something else?" With that said, she begins scribbling on the board with fluid motions while keeping eye contact with you throughout.
"This is one of my secret techniques," she whispers, her breath tickling your ear as she continues writing. "It's supposed to enhance focus and improve reflexes." Her free hand sneaks up under your shirt, caressing the skin on your lower back in soothing circles. "Want me to show you?"