Weekly Poll #15 - OC / Momo Yaoyorozu (MHA) {Story 30} (Patreon)

Weekly Poll #15 - OC / Momo Yaoyorozu {Story 30}

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The agency training room smelled like sweat, rubber mats, and the faint burn of quirk usage. Late afternoon light cut through the high windows, casting long shadows across the obstacle course. Momo Yaoyorozu stood in the middle of it, breathing hard, creation staff still gripped tight in one hand. Her hero costume clung to her skin, the red and black material dark with sweat along her back and chest.

She’d just finished the timed drill for the third time today. Three times she’d created exactly what she needed — shields, nets, even a small cannon — but every single time the pressure hit, her timing slipped. One second too slow on the final trap. One second too late on the evacuation prop. One second and the simulated civilians “died.”

Yoshie Shinzō watched from the observation platform, arms crossed, expression calm. He was in his late twenties, built solid from years of fieldwork, dark hair cropped short and practical. His quirk — Metabolic Control — let him dial stamina, recovery, and hormone output up or down like flipping switches. Right now he was using it on himself to stay sharp after six straight hours of evaluations.

Momo wiped her forehead with the back of her glove. “I apologize, Shinzō-sensei. I know I can do better. I just… under pressure it feels like my mind blanks for a moment.”

Shinzō jumped down from the platform and walked over. He stopped a few feet away, studying her the way he studied every intern — quiet, focused, no bullshit.

“You’re creating perfectly,” he said. “Your constructs are textbook. The problem isn’t your quirk. It’s you. You freeze when it matters. You second-guess yourself right when you need to trust the plan you already made.”

Momo’s cheeks heated. She looked down at her boots. “I know. I’ve been working on it. I create contingencies, I review every scenario, but when the moment comes—”

“You doubt yourself,” he finished. “And doubt slows you down. Makes you hesitate. I’ve seen it in the last three drills.”

He stepped closer. Close enough that she could smell the clean sweat on him and the faint metallic tang of quirk overuse in the air.

“I can fix that,” he said simply. “My quirk isn’t just for stamina in fights. I can adjust hormone levels, recovery speed, even push confidence and focus when someone needs it. But it works best when it’s… direct. Hands-on. You game for something a little unconventional?”

Momo met his eyes. She was tired, frustrated with herself, and the offer sounded like exactly the kind of practical help she’d been hoping for. “If it helps me improve, yes. I’m here to learn.”

Shinzō nodded once. “Good. Change of plans for the rest of the day. Private session in the back room. No observers. Just you and me.”

The back room was smaller and quieter than the main training area — just a padded space with thick mats covering most of the floor, a wide bench against one wall, and a reinforced door that locked with a solid click from the inside. The lights were lower here, giving everything a softer glow. Shinzō closed the door behind them and turned to face her, his expression calm but focused.

“Strip the top half of your costume,” he said, voice even and matter-of-fact. “I need direct skin contact for the quirk to work properly on hormone regulation. It’s the only way to get the dopamine and cortisol levels where they need to be.”

Momo hesitated for half a second, cheeks already warming. This was far outside anything she’d expected from a work-study session, but the look in his eyes was steady and professional. She reached for the zipper at her collar and slowly pulled it down. The red and black material peeled away from her shoulders and torso, sliding down to her waist. The plain black sports bra underneath did its best to contain her, but her full, heavy breasts still strained against the fabric, rising and falling with every quick breath. The smooth, pale skin of her stomach and sides was exposed now, soft and flawless from years of careful training.

Shinzō stepped in close, close enough that she could feel the heat coming off his body. He placed one broad, warm hand flat on her stomach, right below her navel. The other settled on the side of her neck, thumb resting lightly over her pulse. Almost immediately a gentle thrum of warmth spread from his palms, sinking into her skin and loosening the tight knot of tension that had been sitting in her gut for weeks.

“Feel that?” he asked quietly, eyes locked on hers. “I’m dialing up your dopamine and lowering your cortisol right now. You’re going to start feeling sharper. Clearer. More sure of yourself. But we’re going to push it further than that. Real pressure. Real stakes. You’re going to learn to trust your body and your decisions even when everything feels overwhelming.”

Momo nodded slowly. She could already feel it working — the constant low hum of self-doubt in the back of her mind quieted, replaced by a warm, steady focus. Her breathing evened out. “It… it feels different. Calmer. Like I can actually think straight for once.”

Shinzō’s hand on her stomach slid a little lower, fingers tracing the waistband of her costume. His touch was firm but careful. “You’re beautiful, Yaoyorozu. Smart. Capable. Stronger than you give yourself credit for. But you don’t believe it when it counts. So I’m going to show you exactly how strong you really are. Hands-on. No shortcuts.”

He leaned in and kissed her.

It wasn’t soft or hesitant. It was firm and sure, the kind of kiss that demanded her full attention. Momo’s eyes widened for a split second, then she kissed him back, hands coming up to grip his shoulders. The moment their lips met, Shinzō’s quirk pulsed again — a stronger wave this time — flooding her system with endorphins and a sudden, dizzying rush of heat low in her belly. The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against hers, and Momo let out a soft, surprised sound into his mouth.

When he finally pulled back, both of them breathing a little heavier, his voice stayed low. “Tell me if you want to stop. At any point. This only works if you’re all in.”

“I don’t want to stop,” she whispered, cheeks flushed pink. Her voice was steady despite the heat building between her legs. “I want to learn. I want to get better.”

He smiled, small and approving. “Good girl.”

Shinzō guided her down onto the wide bench, laying her back against the padded surface. His hands were steady as he peeled the rest of her costume down her long legs, taking his time. His palms dragged slowly along the smooth, toned skin of her thighs — powerful from years of hero training, soft and warm under his touch. Momo’s legs were long and shapely, the kind of thighs that could crush concrete when she needed them to, and her ass was full and round, the perfect balance of firm muscle and soft, plush curves.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down too, letting them drop to the floor. Momo was completely bare now, cool air brushing over her skin. She was already wet, slick glistening between her thighs, her pussy flushed and shining.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, voice rougher now. He ran his palms up the inside of her legs, spreading them wider, opening her completely. “Look at you. Already soaked just from a kiss and a little quirk work. That’s your body telling you exactly what it needs.”

Momo’s face burned hotter, but she didn’t try to close her legs. The quirk kept her relaxed, eager, the usual spiral of self-doubt nowhere to be found. “It feels… intense. The quirk. Everything feels more sensitive.”

“That’s the point,” Shinzō said. He knelt between her spread thighs, eyes dark with focus. He dragged two thick fingers through her folds, spreading her open, then pushed them inside her slowly. Momo gasped sharply, back arching off the bench as he filled her.

“Tight,” he said, voice low and rough with appreciation. “And so fucking wet already. You’re going to take me so well when the time comes.”

He curled his fingers, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside her while his thumb found her clit and started circling it with steady pressure. Momo’s hips rolled up into his hand without thinking, a soft, needy moan slipping out of her.

“Feel how easy that is?” he asked, watching her face. “No overthinking. No second-guessing. Just your body doing what it’s supposed to do. Trust it. Trust yourself.”

He kept working her with his fingers, steady and deep, thrusting them in and out while his thumb rubbed tight circles over her clit. His quirk hummed under his touch the whole time — boosting her sensitivity, flooding her system with pleasure hormones that made every stroke feel sharper, hotter. Momo’s moans grew louder, her thighs starting to tremble around his hand.

“Shinzō-sensei— I’m— I’m getting close—”

“Cum,” he told her simply, voice calm but commanding. “Let it happen. Don’t fight it.”

She did. Hard. Her pussy clenched tight around his fingers, slick gushing out as the orgasm crashed through her. Momo cried out, back bowing sharply off the bench, thighs shaking as wave after wave rolled over her. Shinzō didn’t stop, just kept stroking her through it, drawing every last tremor out until she was panting and trembling beneath him.

He finally eased his fingers out of her, glistening with her wetness, and stood up. Without a word he stripped off his own shirt, revealing a solid, athletic chest and defined abs earned from years of hero work. His pants followed, dropping to the floor. His cock sprang free — thick and heavy, rock-hard and curving slightly upward. It was easily nine inches long, with a fat, flushed head that was already leaking a steady bead of precum. Prominent veins ran along the thick shaft, pulsing visibly. The whole thing looked powerful, almost intimidating in its girth, the kind of cock that would stretch anyone wide open.

Momo’s eyes widened a little at the size, her breath catching, but the constant warm hum of his quirk kept her relaxed and eager. A fresh rush of heat flooded between her legs, her pussy clenching around nothing as she stared.

Shinzō climbed onto the wide bench, settling between her spread thighs. He took his thick cock in one hand and rubbed the fat head up and down her soaked slit, coating himself in her slick. The blunt tip nudged her clit with every pass, making her hips twitch.

“You ready?” he asked, voice low and steady, eyes locked on hers.

Momo nodded fast, cheeks flushed. “Yes. Please. I want this.”

He pushed in slow, stretching her open inch by thick inch. Momo’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he filled her completely, the heavy girth spreading her walls wide. He bottomed out with a low groan, his balls pressed against her ass.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he muttered, staying buried deep for a moment so she could adjust. “So tight and hot around me. Like you were made for this.”

He started moving — long, deep strokes that dragged along every sensitive spot inside her. Momo’s full, heavy tits bounced with every thrust, the soft flesh jiggling hypnotically. Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as waves of pleasure rolled through her body.

“Talk to me,” he said, voice rough but controlled. “Tell me how it feels. Be honest.”

“So deep,” she gasped, eyes fluttering. “I can feel every inch of you… it’s stretching me so much but it feels incredible. You’re so thick, Shinzō-sensei.”

He picked up speed, hips snapping harder. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed loudly in the small room. Her heavy tits swayed and bounced wildly now, nipples stiff and dark. Shinzō reached down and grabbed them with both hands, mauling the soft, overflowing flesh. His fingers sank deep as he squeezed, thumbs rubbing firm circles over her sensitive nipples.

“These tits are fucking perfect,” he groaned, eyes fixed on the way they moved in his hands. “So full and soft. They bounce so nice when I fuck you like this.”

Momo moaned louder, her hips rolling up to meet every thrust. “Harder— please. Don’t hold back.”

He gave it to her. He pounded into her harder, the bench creaking under them with every powerful snap of his hips. Her ass rippled every time his pelvis slapped against her, the heavy flesh jiggling. The wet, filthy sounds of her soaked pussy taking his thick cock filled the room — constant slick squelching mixed with skin slapping skin.

Shinzō amped his quirk again, boosting her sensitivity and hormone levels so every thrust felt like pure fire racing through her nerves. Momo’s eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a broken moan.

“Oh god— I’m cumming—!”

She came hard, pussy clamping down around his thick shaft like a vice, walls fluttering wildly. Fresh slick gushed around him as her whole body shook. Shinzō didn’t slow down for a second. He kept fucking her through it, grinding deep, drawing the orgasm out until she was trembling and gasping beneath him.

But he didn’t stop.

“Again,” he said, voice rough with lust. “I want you cumming on my cock until you can’t remember why you ever doubted yourself. Let go, Yaoyorozu. Feel how strong you are right now.”

He flipped her over onto her hands and knees, ass up high. He slammed back in from behind in one smooth, powerful thrust. The new angle hit even deeper, the fat head of his cock pressing right against that perfect spot inside her. Momo cried out, pushing back against him immediately, her heavy tits swinging beneath her like pendulums.

“Fuck— yes— right there— it feels so much deeper like this!”

Shinzō gripped her hips tight and railed her hard, watching her full ass ripple and jiggle with every brutal thrust. The heavy cheeks clapped loudly against his pelvis. He reached around and rubbed her clit fast, his quirk still maxed out, turning every sensation into overwhelming pleasure.

Momo came again almost instantly, loud and messy, her arms giving out so she dropped down to her elbows, ass still up high for him. “Shinzō-sensei— I’m cumming so hard— don’t stop— please keep fucking me!”

He kept going, pounding into her through orgasm after orgasm, his own release building fast. Her pussy was creaming all over his thick cock, making everything wet and slippery. He reached forward and grabbed her swinging tits again, squeezing and mauling them from behind while he fucked her senseless.

“These tits feel so good in my hands,” he groaned. “So heavy and soft. I love how they move when I rail you like this.”

Momo was shaking, moaning nonstop, completely lost in the pleasure. “Harder— fuck me harder— I want to feel you tomorrow when I train!”

Shinzō slammed into her deep and finally let go. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum pumping into her, filling her up until it started leaking out around his cock. He kept grinding deep through his orgasm, making sure every drop stayed inside her.

They stayed locked together for a long moment, both breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Shinzō finally pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip from her wrecked, puffy pussy in thick white rivulets, pooling on the bench beneath her ass.

He ran a hand down her back, gentle now, fingers tracing the curve of her spine.

“That was just the beginning of the lesson,” he said, voice low. “We’ve got all night to make sure you never doubt yourself again.”

Momo turned her head, still flushed and breathless, a small, dazed smile on her lips.

“I think… I’m starting to believe you.”

She lay there on the bench for a moment longer, chest rising and falling fast, legs still spread wide. Thick white cum slowly leaked from her pussy, dripping in lazy strands onto the padded surface beneath her ass. Her face was flushed deep pink, eyes a little glassy, but the smile tugging at her lips looked genuine for the first time in weeks.

Shinzō stood over her, cock still half-hard and glistening with their combined juices. He ran a hand through his short hair, breathing steady thanks to his quirk keeping him in peak condition.

She let him help her sit up. Her legs felt a little shaky as he pulled her to her feet.

“Turn around,” he told her. “Hands on the bench.”

Momo obeyed without hesitation. She bent forward, bracing her palms on the padded surface. Her ass pushed out toward him — round, full, and perfectly shaped, the soft cheeks framing her dripping pussy. Shinzō stepped up close behind her. His hands slid over her hips first, then moved lower, gripping her ass cheeks firmly. He spread them wide, thumbs pressing into the plush flesh so he could see everything: her swollen, puffy pussy still leaking his cum, her tight little hole winking above it.

“Fuck, look at this,” he muttered, voice rough with appreciation. He rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her messy slit, coating himself in the mix of her slick and his cum. “Already dripping with my load and you’re still this wet. You really like getting fucked, don’t you?”

Momo’s cheeks burned hotter, but she pushed back against him, arching her back deeper. “Yes… it feels really good when you’re inside me. I didn’t expect it to feel this… intense.”

Shinzō pushed back in with one smooth, steady thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Momo moaned loud, head dropping forward as he stretched her open again. He started fucking her with long, deep strokes, hips slapping firmly against her ass. The wet, filthy sounds echoed in the small room — slick squelching mixed with the heavy smack of skin on skin.

“That’s it,” he said, voice low and rough. “Push back on me. Show me how bad you want it. Don’t hold back.”

Momo did, rocking back to meet every thrust, her full ass rippling each time their bodies met. Her heavy tits swayed and hung beneath her, nipples brushing the bench with every movement. Shinzō reached around her body and grabbed them, squeezing the soft, full flesh hard in both hands while he railed her.

“These tits feel incredible,” he groaned, kneading them roughly, fingers sinking deep. He pinched her stiff nipples and tugged, rolling them between his fingers. “So big and soft. They bounce so fucking nice when I fuck you from behind like this.”

Momo whimpered, pushing back harder, her voice breathy. “Harder— please— I can feel you so deep like this… it’s hitting everything.”

He gave it to her. His hips snapped forward faster, pounding into her with wet, heavy slaps. He amped his quirk again, boosting her sensitivity while flooding her system with fresh waves of pleasure hormones and confidence. Every thrust suddenly felt ten times stronger, sharper, more overwhelming.

Momo’s legs started shaking. “Oh god— it’s too much— I’m— I’m cumming—!”

She came hard, pussy clamping down around his thick cock like a vice, walls fluttering wildly. Fresh slick gushed out around him, dripping down her thighs. Shinzō didn’t slow down at all. He kept fucking her through it, grinding deep, drawing the orgasm out until she was trembling and gasping.

“Good girl,” he growled, still mauling her tits, pinching her nipples harder. “Cum on my cock. Let me feel how tight you get when you let go.”

He pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and sat down on the bench. He pulled her onto his lap facing him. Momo straddled him, her thick thighs settling on either side of his hips. She reached down between them, wrapped her fingers around his slick, cum-covered cock, and lined him up with her dripping entrance.

She sank down slowly, taking every inch until her ass rested fully on his thighs.

“Fuck,” she breathed, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. “You’re so deep like this…”

She started riding him, rolling her hips in deep, grinding circles at first, then bouncing properly. Her heavy tits bounced right in front of his face. Shinzō leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting gently while his hands gripped her ass, helping her move.

“Ride me harder,” he said against her skin. “I want to feel this fat ass bouncing on my cock.”

Momo moaned and did exactly that. She planted her hands on his shoulders and started bouncing faster, ass slapping loudly against his thighs. The wet squelch of her soaked pussy taking him over and over filled the room. Her tits bounced wildly, heavy and hypnotic.

Shinzō kept one hand on her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks, while the other played with her clit. He cranked the quirk again — maxing out the nerves in her clit and deep inside her cunt.

Momo’s eyes widened. “Shinzō— fuck— it feels like my whole body is on fire— I can’t— I’m cumming again—!”

She came hard, grinding down on him, walls fluttering wildly. Shinzō held her hips and thrust up into her, fucking her through the orgasm until she was shaking.

But he wasn’t finished. He flipped them again, laying her on her back on the bench and hooking her legs over his shoulders. He folded her in half and slammed back inside, pounding deep and fast.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

Momo’s eyes met his, glassy with pleasure. He kept the quirk going full force, every thrust hitting her with overwhelming sensation.

“You feel that?” he panted. “That’s you taking every inch. That’s you getting fucked exactly how you need it. No hesitation. No doubt. Just your body doing what it was made for.”

Momo moaned loudly, nails digging into his arms. “Yes— it feels so good— don’t stop— I’m yours to fuck—”

Shinzō groaned and fucked her harder, the bench creaking under them. Her tits bounced wildly between them. He leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, then the other, leaving them wet and red.

“These tits are perfect,” he muttered. “So full and soft. I could play with them for hours while I fuck you.”

He reached between them and rubbed her clit fast, quirk still maxed. Momo came again almost instantly, crying out, pussy gushing around his cock. Shinzō kept pounding, chasing his own release.

“Gonna cum inside you again,” he growled. “Fill this tight pussy up.”

“Do it— please— cum in me—!”

He buried himself deep and came hard, thick ropes pumping into her. He kept grinding through it, making sure every drop stayed deep. When he finally pulled out, cum poured out of her in a thick rush, soaking the bench.

Momo lay there panting, legs spread, body glistening with sweat. Shinzō gave her a moment, then pulled her up and guided her to the mats on the floor.

“On all fours,” he said.

Momo got into position, ass up, back arched. Shinzō knelt behind her and pushed back inside her cum-filled pussy. He fucked her hard and steady, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit.

“You’re doing so well,” he told her, voice rough. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. No more doubting yourself. You’re strong. You’re capable. And right now you’re taking every inch like a fucking pro.”

Momo moaned loudly, pushing back against him. “Yes— I feel it— I feel stronger— harder— please—”

He amped the quirk even more, flooding her with confidence, pleasure, and raw stamina. Momo started cumming almost continuously, small orgasms rolling into bigger ones as he railed her from behind. Her ass rippled beautifully with every thrust, the heavy flesh clapping against him.

Shinzō slapped her ass, watching it jiggle, then gripped both cheeks and spread them wide so he could watch his thick cock stretch her.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he groaned. “Creaming all over me. So fucking messy and perfect.”

He pulled out and flipped her onto her back again, then climbed on top in missionary. He hooked her long, powerful legs high and wide over his shoulders, folding her nearly in half, and drove in deep with one strong thrust. The new angle let the thick head of his cock grind right against her clit with every single movement, stretching her wide open and pressing deep into her core.

Momo’s hands gripped his back, nails digging into his skin as her body tensed. “Shinzō— I’m cumming again— don’t stop— fill me—!”

He fucked her through another shaking orgasm, hips snapping forward hard and steady. Her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around his thick shaft, fresh slick gushing out with every deep stroke. Shinzō kept pounding, grinding the base of his cock against her swollen clit while her heavy tits bounced wildly between them. He buried himself to the hilt and came for the third time, thick ropes of hot cum pumping deep into her overflowing pussy. It leaked out around his shaft immediately, dripping down her ass and onto the mat beneath them in messy white strands.

They were both drenched in sweat, breathing hard. Shinzō stayed buried inside her for a long moment, letting her feel him throb and pulse. He kissed the side of her neck, slow and warm.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against her skin. “And we’re still not done.”

Momo laughed breathlessly, her legs still trembling around him. “I… I think I’m starting to like this kind of training.”

Shinzō grinned against her neck. “Good. Because I still have a few more ways to show you how strong you really are.”

He pulled out slowly, watching the thick mess of cum pour from her swollen, puffy pussy. Then he lay down on the mat and pulled her on top of him.

“Ride me again,” he said, voice low. “Take control this time. Show me what you’ve learned.”

Momo straddled him, still dripping with his cum, and sank down onto his cock once more. She started moving, slower at first, rolling her hips in deep, experimental circles as she got used to being on top. Her heavy tits swayed with every motion, full and soft, nipples still stiff and sensitive from how hard he’d sucked on them earlier.

Shinzō groaned, his hands sliding up her thick thighs to grip her ass. “That’s it. Ride me. Take what you want. Use me.”

Momo bit her lip, gaining confidence with every roll. She braced her hands on his chest and started bouncing properly, lifting until just the fat head stretched her entrance, then dropping down hard. The wet slap of her ass meeting his thighs grew louder and faster. Her slick mixed with his cum made everything messy and loud, the filthy squelching sounds filling the room.

“Fuck… you feel so thick like this,” she gasped, voice breathy and needy. “I can feel every inch sliding inside me… stretching me open… hitting so deep.”

Shinzō’s grip tightened on her ass, fingers sinking deep into the soft, heavy flesh. “Good. Keep going. Use that pretty pussy on my cock. Show me how much you can take. Bounce harder.”

He pushed his quirk into her again — boosting her sensitivity, flooding her with dopamine and raw confidence. Every bounce suddenly felt electric. Momo’s eyes widened, her rhythm faltering for a second before she doubled down, bouncing harder, her thick ass rippling and clapping loudly against his lap.

“Oh my god— it’s so intense—” she moaned, her heavy tits bouncing wildly in front of his face. “I feel like I could cum just from riding you…”

“Then do it,” he said, voice rough. He reached up and grabbed her swaying tits, mauling them roughly, thumbs flicking and pinching her stiff nipples. “Cum on my cock while you’re on top. Don’t hold back. Let me feel how tight you get.”

Momo cried out as her first orgasm hit, pussy clamping down around him like a vice. She kept riding through it, hips grinding desperately, her thick ass rippling with every drop. Shinzō kept squeezing her tits hard, pinching her nipples, driving her higher.

“Don’t stop,” he told her, thrusting up to meet her bounces. “Ride me through it. You’re doing so fucking well. Look at you taking every inch.”

She came again almost right away, thighs shaking, a fresh rush of slick soaking his lap and balls. Her moans were getting louder, less controlled, her voice cracking with pleasure.

“Shinzō— your quirk— it’s making everything feel too good— I can’t stop cumming— it’s too much—”

“That’s the point,” he growled, thrusting up harder. “I want you shaking on my cock. I want you to feel exactly how strong you are when you let go. Keep bouncing. Use me.”

He cranked the quirk higher, amplifying the nerves deep inside her cunt and around her clit. Momo’s head fell back, mouth open in a broken moan as another powerful orgasm tore through her. Her heavy tits bounced frantically, sweat dripping down between them and onto his chest.

Shinzō sat up suddenly, wrapping one strong arm around her waist and pulling her tight against his chest. He fucked up into her hard, the new position letting him grind right against her clit with every thrust. Momo’s arms wrapped around his neck, her tits pressed firmly against him as she rode him even faster, ass bouncing wildly in his lap.

“Fuck— right there— don’t stop— I’m cumming again—!”

She shook hard in his arms, pussy fluttering and squeezing around his thick cock. Shinzō kept pounding up into her, one hand still gripping her ass, spreading one cheek wide so he could feel every ripple and clap of her soft flesh against him.

He flipped them again, laying her on her back on the mat and hooking her legs high and wide over his shoulders. He folded her nearly in half and slammed back inside, driving deep with every thrust. The wet squelching sounds were obscene now, her pussy soaked and creamy from multiple loads, making each stroke loud and slippery.

“Look at me,” he said, staring down at her flushed face. His hips kept moving in a steady, powerful rhythm, the head of his cock grinding right against that perfect spot inside her with every thrust.

Momo’s eyes met his, glassy and hazy with pleasure. “I… I’m looking,” she gasped, voice trembling. “It feels so deep like this… you’re hitting everything.”

“You feel that?” he panted, folding her even tighter, thighs pressed against her chest. “That’s you taking everything I give you. No hesitation. No doubt. Just you being exactly as strong as you already are.”

Momo nodded frantically, her nails digging into his back. “Yes— I feel it— harder— please— I want all of it— don’t hold back on me.”

He fucked her harder, hips snapping forward, balls slapping loudly against her ass with every deep thrust. Her heavy tits bounced wildly between them, soft and full, nipples stiff and dark. Shinzō leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, biting just enough to make her gasp and clench around him.

“These tits are fucking perfect,” he groaned against her skin, switching to the other nipple and sucking hard. “So full and soft. They bounce so nice every time I pound you. I could play with them for hours while I fuck you like this.”

Momo came again, loud and shaking, her legs trembling hard against his shoulders. “Shinzō— yes— right there— I’m cumming so hard—!”

Shinzō didn’t slow down. He kept railing her through it, grinding deep, his thick cock stretching her creamy pussy with every stroke. The wet, messy sounds of her soaked folds taking him filled the room. He reached between them and rubbed her clit fast with his thumb, his quirk still maxed out, turning every sensation into pure overload.

“Again,” he growled, voice rough. “Cum for me again. I want to feel this tight pussy squeezing me while I’m buried inside you.”

Momo cried out, another orgasm crashing through her almost immediately. Her walls fluttered and pulsed around his cock, fresh slick gushing out around him. Shinzō kept pounding, hips slapping against her ass, his balls wet and heavy with their mixed juices.

He pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her stomach.

“Ass up,” he ordered, voice low and commanding.

Momo pushed herself onto her hands and knees, arching her back deep, pushing her thick ass toward him. Shinzō knelt behind her and thrust back into her cum-filled pussy in one smooth, powerful stroke. He gripped her hips and fucked her hard and steady, watching her thick ass ripple and jiggle with every thrust.

“Fuck— your ass looks incredible like this,” he groaned, slapping one cheek hard. The soft flesh rippled beautifully under the impact. “So round and soft. Keeps bouncing every time I slam into you.”

Momo pushed back against him, moaning into the mat. “Harder— spank me again— I like it— it feels so good when you’re rough with me—”

He slapped her ass again, harder this time, watching the red handprint bloom on her pale skin. Then he gripped both cheeks and spread them wide, pounding deeper. He reached around and rubbed her clit fast, his quirk still maxed out, sending sharp waves of pleasure through her.

Momo came hard, her arms giving out so she dropped to her elbows, ass still up high for him. “Yes— fuck— I’m cumming so much— fill me again— please— I want to feel you leaking out of me later—”

Shinzō groaned and buried himself deep, pumping another thick load into her. Hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, overflowing immediately and running down her thighs in heavy streams. He kept grinding through it, making sure every drop stayed as deep as possible.

They were both drenched in sweat now, bodies glistening. Shinzō pulled out and sat back against the wall, his cock still hard thanks to his quirk. He patted his lap.

“Come here. Ride me reverse again. I want to watch that ass bounce.”

Momo crawled over on shaky legs and straddled him backward. She sank down slowly, moaning deeply as he filled her once more. Then she started bouncing — hard and fast, her thick ass rippling and clapping loudly against his thighs. Her heavy tits swayed beneath her as she rode, the motion hypnotic.

Shinzō gripped her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks so he could watch his thick cock disappear into her creamy pussy. “That’s it. Bounce on it. Show me how much you love this cock. Look at how your ass moves for me.”

Momo moaned louder, riding him faster, her voice breaking. “It feels so good— I can’t stop— your quirk makes everything so intense— I’m losing control—”

He amped it even higher, maxing out every sensitive spot inside her. Momo started cumming almost non-stop, thighs shaking violently, her thick ass bouncing wildly as she lost control.

“Fuck— I’m cumming again— don’t stop— I’m losing my mind—!”

Shinzō thrust up to meet her, hands squeezing her ass hard. “Good. Cum all over me. Soak my cock. You’re so fucking strong like this. Keep bouncing that fat ass on me.”

He reached around and rubbed her clit, pushing her into another shaking orgasm. Finally he gripped her hips and pulled her down hard, flooding her with one last thick load. Cum poured out around his cock as he pumped rope after rope deep inside her.

Momo collapsed forward, breathing hard, body trembling. Shinzō eased her off him gently, laying her down on the mat beside him. Thick streams of his cum leaked steadily from her wrecked pussy, pooling beneath her.

He pulled her close, one arm wrapped around her waist, hand gently stroking her back.

“You did incredible,” he murmured against her hair. “No hesitation. No doubt. You took everything and kept going. That’s the version of you I want to see in the field.”

Momo turned her head, still flushed and breathless, a tired but genuine smile on her face. “I… I think I believe it now. Thank you, Shinzō-sensei.”

He chuckled softly. “We’re doing this every night you’re here for work-study. By the end of it, you’ll never second-guess yourself again.”

Momo laughed weakly, pressing closer to him. “I think I’m going to enjoy these training sessions a lot more than I expected.”

Shinzō kissed her forehead, his quirk gently easing her body into recovery mode. “Good. Because we’ve still got plenty of drills left.”

They lay there together on the mats, bodies slick with sweat and cum, the quiet hum of the agency building around them. Momo’s breathing slowly evened out, a new kind of confidence settling deep in her chest.

This internship was going to be very different from what she’d imagined.