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僕のヒーローアカデミア Boku no Hero Academia My Hero Academia (Anime Manga)
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Yaoyorozu Momo/Original Male Character(s)Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo
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Yaoyorozu MomoOriginal Male Character(s)Todoroki Shouto
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Published:2023-08-05Updated:2024-04-25Words:33,308Chapters:3/?Kudos:138Bookmarks:80Hits:18,211
The Slutty Sensei
MayorHaggar
Chapter 3: Exploration
Summary:
Momo's former students selflessly suggest that she do some exploring without them. She takes them up on it, having fun with strangers in a variety of situations. Her explorations culminate with an encounter that is simultaneously familiar and brand-new. (Momo Yaoyorozu/Various)
Chapter Text
Momo hadn't actually invited her friend Mina to join her and her former students for some fun back at her place, but the teasing suggestion of Pinky joining them had riled the boys up and gotten them to fuck her that much harder, which was precisely what it was meant to do in the first place.
It didn't take much to get the boys to go all out with her, of course. They hadn't been able to meet up every day, but she had still been hooking up with the boys in various combinations whenever she could over the last few weeks. Today was a rare treat because she and all five boys had been able to get an afternoon off. Naturally, they'd checked into a love hotel and were fucking the hours away. Momo had been fucked in various positions in all three holes, and the boys had taken her in numerous different combinations. Her body was sweaty, she was breathing hard, and cum was sticking to her face, tits, belly, and inner thighs to go along with the generous amount of semen that had been shot into her pussy, her ass, and down her throat. In short, it was a perfect afternoon by Momo's slutty standards.
Daisuke, Hideo, Jun and Kaito were all sitting around the hotel room and resting after what had been a marathon sex session that had lasted for hours already, but Touma was still going at it. He had Momo down on her hands and knees and was pounding her hard from behind. She didn't have much strength or breath left to express how good his cock felt to her, but she had no doubt that Touma knew regardless. He knew how much she liked taking his cock, and even after all the hours that had passed, he was still able to keep up a pace strenuous enough that she could hear his hips slapping against her asscheeks with every thrust.
The pleasant sound of hips smacking ass and bed springs creaking was intruded upon by the buzzing of her cell phone. Momo ignored it. With her getting fucked on the bed and the phone sitting on the room's little table in the corner, the phone was far out of reach, and she wasn't about to tell Touma to stop just so she could see who was texting her. Hideo happened to be sitting at the table, though, and he glanced down curiously at the buzzing.
"Some guy named Hiro is texting you, sensei," Hideo said. "Something about wanting to know if you're free for drinks on Friday after work?"
"Oh, does sensei have a budding romance?" Kaito asked.
"No way," Daisuke said, laughing. "You think one guy would be enough for a woman as slutty as our sensei?"
"Definitely not," Hideo agreed. "But this guy wants to be her man, for sure. He keeps texting." In a pause in between thrusts, Momo and the boys could hear her phone buzz twice more. "See? Guy's trying to be all flirty. He even threw in a winking emoji."
"I wonder what he'd say if he knew what she was doing right now?" Kaito mused. "He probably doesn't have any idea that sensei is our slut, and she likes it that way."
"There's no way he'd be able to fuck her like we do," Jun stated.
Touma started fucking her even harder as if he was trying to prove the truth in Jun's statement. Momo gasped and held on tight to the bed sheet, enjoying the increased intensity of Touma's thrusts. Had she been able, she would have told the boys that she had no interest in Hiro despite his repeated attempts to flirt with her. On the other hand, maybe it was for the best that she didn't have it in her to speak properly right now. If the boys thinking that she might be interested in someone else was responsible for Touma giving her such a vigorous pounding even after they'd already been going at it for so long, she would gladly let the misunderstanding linger for at least a bit longer.
"Good job, Touma," Daisuke said. "Fuck her good. Remind this slutty sensei what she has with us."
Touma did so. He kept hammering Momo from behind until her body trembled in climax yet again. Her tired arms gave out on her, and she wound up on her knees and elbows with her head in the pillow while Touma continued to fuck her relentlessly. After another couple of minutes of rough fucking, his hands squeezed her asscheeks together, and he groaned as he came inside of her, giving her what had to be at least her third creampie of the day. Thank fuck for the foolproof birth control she created because none of these five former students of hers were shy about filling her pussy up with cum.
They weren't wrong about what she had with them. Hiro wasn't a bad guy, but she had no interest in him. She knew he would never be able to give her the kind of satisfying thrills that she got out of being a slutty sensei to her former students.
--
When Momo returned from the bathroom, freshly showered and wearing only a bathrobe, all five of the boys were sitting and waiting for her. But they weren't waiting to fuck her for a change. This time, they were fully dressed and seemed like they had something to say. Momo raised her eyebrows, curious about what had brought on the change in mood.
"We wanted to talk to you about that guy who was texting you, sensei," Touma said. Momo laughed. It seemed it was time to assure them they had nothing to worry about. Letting Touma feed off of those texts and fuck her harder had been nice, but she'd gotten what she needed there already.
"There's nothing to talk about," Momo said, shaking her head. "Hiro's just a guy from another agency that I've done some work with lately. He's tried flirting with me, but I'm not interested in him." Surprisingly, this didn't do much to change the looks on the boys' faces.
"Still, we were talking while you were in the shower, and we feel like we've been a little bit selfish, keeping you all to ourselves," Jun said.
"Not like we can really be blamed for that, though," Daisuke said, shrugging. "Who wouldn't want to fuck a woman as sexy as you every chance they could?" Momo giggled, untied her bathrobe, and pulled it open wide enough to expose her breasts. She shook her shoulders to make her tits jiggle for fun. The boys watched her big breasts shake, but still, none of them attempted to grab her or approach her to bend her over. That must have been some serious discussion while she was in the shower.
"We really like fucking you, sensei," Touma said, looking at her seriously. "But we also like you, and want the best for you. And we agreed that we wanted to encourage you to do whatever it is that'll make you happy."
"So, you're saying that you want me to be happy?" Momo said. "Even if that means fooling around with other people?"
"That's the idea, yes," Jun said, nodding.
"We know that hooking up with all five of us whenever any of us have a chance has taken up a lot of your time," Hideo said. "We don't want you to look back in the future and regret missing out on anything because you were too busy with us."
"Are you guys dumping me?" Momo asked, shaking her head incredulously. "Because that's kind of what this sounds like."
"Not exactly," Kaito said. "More like we're saying we think it might be good to take a break so you can live your life and do what you want without having us to consider."
"We figured that we'd take a month away, at least," Touma said. "That way all of us can focus more on establishing ourselves as heroes, and you can live your life however you want to without us around."
"And if, after that month, I decide to go right back to being your slutty sensei?" Momo questioned.
"Then we'll be happy to go back to fucking our slutty sensei until she can't stand," Daisuke promised.
Momo had to admit that she was impressed with the boys' maturity about this. As they'd said, they were living the dream of most young men with her. Not many young men their age, or men of any age for that matter, would have volunteered to give up or put a pause on an arrangement like this. But the boys questioned whether she might find something that made her life even more fulfilling if she spent some time exploring and having fun without them, and thus were actively suggesting that they take a break from all the fun they'd been having.
"I've been happy fooling around with you boys, and I wasn't looking to end it anytime soon," she said before shrugging. "But I can see that you're serious about this, so I'll take you up on your suggestion. I won't contact any of you for a month or two, and if we run into each other out in the wild, I'll refrain from dragging you off to have my way with you." She smiled, and several of the boys smiled back. "It won't be easy, but I'll manage somehow."
Momo shrugged her bathrobe off of her shoulders, let it hit the floor, and stepped out of it to stand fully naked in front of the boys once again. She hadn't intended to fool around anymore, having already cum more today during their marathon afternoon gangbang than she'd had in the last several days combined. But if she was about to go at least a month without any of these boys to depend on for regular fucking and satisfaction, she was going to push through her fatigue and fit some more fun in before she left this love hotel.
"But let's wait until tomorrow for that," she said. She turned around so her back was towards the boys and bent over at the waist, presenting her ass to them. "You boys promised to fuck your slutty sensei until she can't stand, and I'm still standing."
--
Momo explored the shopping mall without any particular destination or purchase in mind. She was so used to trying to arrange a hookup with one (or more) of her former students any time she had a day off that she almost didn't know what to do with her time off now that an afternoon of fun and orgasms was no longer a single text message away.
The simple fact was that Momo was horny as hell. She'd only gotten laid once in the last week and a half, and that didn't feel like anything close to enough for her after she'd gotten used to getting her brains fucked out any time she ran into one of her five former students or managed to arrange a meetup. It had been over far too quickly, too. The guy she'd picked up at a bar (it had decidedly been her picking him up, and not the other way around) had been a pretty good fuck, to be fair to him. But how could one handsome man with a nice dick and a respectable amount of stamina manage to measure up to the satisfaction she'd been able to wring out of five horny young heroes?
As Momo was walking by a clothing store in the mall, she happened to notice a man and woman walking out of a jewelry store together. The woman was not happy with the man. Momo was too far away from them to hear what she was saying, but the woman's displeasure was evident with how she was waving her arms around animatedly and looking at him in disgust. The man said nothing in response. He just bowed his head and stuck his hands in his pockets, looking tired and frustrated. Putting the contextual clues together, Momo assumed that this was a longtime couple, perhaps married. Her own parents had a good marriage, but she'd been around enough unhappy couples to recognize the signs. This had to be far from the first time this woman had berated this man like this, and likely not the first time it had happened while out in public either.
Momo didn't know whether the man deserved to be yelled at in such a way or not. For all she knew, the woman might be in the right to snap at him like this. But when the woman passed Momo on her way into the clothing store, looked down at her chest, and scowled as if angry that she was wearing a comfortable sundress instead of bundling up to hide her boobs, Momo decided that she didn't care who was in the right. A wicked idea came to her mind when she saw the man waiting outside the clothing store, and between Momo's horniness and the woman glaring at her tits like she was offended by their very existence, she felt daring enough to try it.
"Hi, there," Momo said, approaching the man who'd been yelled at and left outside. His head snapped up upon realizing he was being addressed.
"Oh, uh, hi," he mumbled. He looked hesitant, and Momo wondered if it was because he was afraid his partner would notice them talking and get angry or if he was so used to being yelled at that he expected this stranger to berate him immediately.
"Are you having a rough day?" Momo asked, making sure to keep her voice quiet and pleasant, which was an obvious change from the way the other woman had just been talking to him. She glanced down at the man's hand, noting the wedding ring on his finger. "You and your wife didn't seem to be having a very pleasant conversation."
"It's a day that ends in a y, so yes, she's angry with me," the man said. Momo giggled at the dad humor. Was he an actual dad? It was possible. Looking at him, she figured he was probably about a decade older than her, so they could easily have a few kids in school by this point. He was good-looking, though, and at a glance, he appeared to be in better shape than most men his age, at least by the standards of a civilian. Momo had never really had a 'daddy' fetish; that had always been Hagakure's thing when they were younger, and Momo hadn't really understood it. But this was one 'daddy' she wouldn't mind fooling around with.
"You're funny!" she said, grinning at him. "And handsome, too. And you even came with your wife on your shopping trip! She's lucky to have a guy like you in her life." Momo pouted. "I wish I had a man in my life who'd go shopping with me. It's lonely being single."
"I'm, uh, I'm sure you won't have any trouble finding someone," the stranger said. Momo noticed his eyes drift down to her chest more than once. He always snapped his head back up quickly, but his staring was blatant. Momo only made it more difficult for him to maintain eye contact because she bent over slightly to look at something on her phone, deliberately flashing him a tempting amount of cleavage.
"I'm sure I won't," Momo said playfully, straightening back up to smile at him. "So, why are you standing out here? Why didn't you go into the store with your wife?" The bashful smile that had just started to form on his face instantly disappeared when she mentioned his wife.
"She's upset with me for not ordering the more expensive bracelet," he said, sighing. "Believe me, I'm better off being out here anyway. Nothing good would come from me being near her while she's trying on new dresses."
"You do seem happier to be away from her," Momo said. She paused to let the statement hang for a second before suddenly gasping, like a great idea had just come to her. He looked at her inquisitively, and she was secretly pleased that he'd had to look up from her cleavage to do so. "I know! Since your wife doesn't need you right now, why don't you come with me to the photo booth and hold my bag while I take pictures?" Momo held up the one small bag in her possession, which had only a new lingerie set that she'd just bought in the clothing store. It was obvious that she could set something this small down without any problem, and they both knew it. They both also knew that she wanted to drag him away for reasons other than holding her bag. But he couldn't bring himself to point this out or refuse, and she didn't leave any time for him to get cold feet.
"C'mon!" She took his hand in hers and started walking towards the photo booth nearby. He was bigger than her, and he could have stood there without budging if he really wanted to. She would have let him, too. If he didn't want to be dragged off, she would let the matter drop and let the moment pass. But she didn't have to do any tugging at all. He walked along with her and allowed her to pull him into the photo booth with her.
"Here we are!" Momo said brightly once they were inside. She could actually hear him gulp and see his throat bob as he swallowed, clearly affected by their closeness. Her breast was brushing against his arm, and he could sure as hell feel it. Momo smugly thought to herself that he'd probably never felt anything like it, or if he had, it had been during his days as a single man. His wife hadn't been ugly or anything, but there was a reason she'd glared at Momo's tits with such resentment.
"Right, s-so, uh, you wanted me to hold your bag, right?" he stammered. He continued to try and avoid staring at her tits, but it was rapidly becoming a losing battle.
"Oh, right. That is what I said." Momo deliberately dropped her bag on the floor and stepped even closer to him. She was facing him directly now, with her breasts against his chest. He was taller than her, but only by a little bit. It was easy for her to look into his eyes and see how aroused he was. Those eyes had seemed dull and resigned when she first looked at him, but they'd come alive now. She still didn't know what the exact circumstances of his marriage were, and she didn't care. Hell, Momo didn't even know his name, and she didn't care to know it, either. She didn't come to the mall looking to form some lasting connection, and she obviously wasn't going to find it in a photo booth with a married older man. But she'd come to the mall this afternoon hoping to find a fun way to spend her day off, and she was pretty sure she'd just found it.
Momo put her arms around his neck and leaned in slowly, giving him enough time to pull away if he wanted to. This wasn't going to be anywhere near as fun for her without his willing participation, and she was going to get it. She stopped just short of kissing him, leaving her lips about as close as they could get to his without actually touching. If this was really going to happen, this married man was going to have to take the plunge along with her.
"What's it going to be?" she whispered. She heard him swallow again, and she decided to lean into the thought she'd had earlier and see how he reacted to it. "Do you want to have some fun with me, daddy?"
The man's lips were on hers in an instant, and Momo barely had time to sigh before his arms moved around her waist and pulled her even more tightly against his body. Momo groaned into his mouth, feeling quite pleased with herself as his hands ran down her back and squeezed her ass through her dress. Was this the first time he'd fooled around with a woman behind his wife's back? Momo had no way of knowing, but she preferred to think that it was. It was fun to imagine that he'd been married to this woman for many years and had always been faithful until Momo had come along at the right time to tempt him following yet another argument and get him to stray. If this heated make-out session was the result of Momo being the lucky beneficiary of years of arguing and resentment, Momo was happy to play the role of the wicked big-boobed s