The Successor Ch. 73 (My Hero Academia) (Patreon)

A/N: Izuku and Midnight take a shower~

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“Well Midoriya? How do you want me?”

As the R-Rated Hero Midnight poses for him, her beauty apparent even with the messy state he’s left her in, Izuku considers her for a long moment… before speaking from the heart.

“How do I want you? I want you in the shower.”

Midnight blinks, looking caught off guard by his blunt answer. Looking down at her sweat-covered, messy body, she stares for a moment before looking back at him somewhat blankly.

“… Most men would give up a limb for the chance to be with me, even as messy as you’ve left me Midoriya.”

Izuku just shakes his head though, his nose wrinkling a little bit. Sure, Midnight is hot… but she’s also a little smelly at the moment.

“I think we already established that I’m not most men. You can march that sweaty ass of yours to the shower, where I’ll join you. Oh and if we’re doing this properly, you can call me ‘Sir’ for the rest of the night. Got it?”

Licking her lips, Midnight hesitates for only a moment… before grinning wickedly.

“Yes sir~”

As he’d thought… she was getting off on all of this. She was really getting off on all of this. People said that Midnight was a sadist, that she was a dominatrix who loved to make other people, especially criminals, suffer. And sure, that was probably true. But on the other hand, that was obviously just one facet of her.

It’d been a hunch Izuku had had thanks to those handcuffs she liked to wear around her wrists. Sure, one might take them as a sign that she had ‘broken’ the shackles of the Patriarchy’s expectations for women or something (and Izuku had actually read a few people who literally did believe that online as well) but there was just as much an argument that she was wearing them as a little symbol of her desire to be dominated… just waiting for the right person to come along who could put her in her place.

After all, if she truly ‘broke free’ of such desires, she wouldn’t still wear the handcuffs around her wrists like a pair of modern day golden slave bangles, now would she?

Either way, Izuku is pretty confident he has Midnight right where he wants her at this point. Mostly because he’s pretty sure she’s right where she wants to be as well. As Midnight saunters out of the living room and down the hall towards the bathroom, Izuku strips out of the rest of his clothes and then follows the naked femme fatale. By the time he reaches the bathroom, she’s already turned on the shower and stepped under its spray. She’s even gone straight to washing her body down with soap, a particularly bubbly brand that has her covered in delightful sudsiness in no time.

Eyes roaming up and down her, Izuku’s cock twitches as it grows fully erect once more, pointing unerringly in her direction. Glancing back at him, Midnight smiles coquettishly, making a show of arching her back as she runs her hands from her ass up and around to her tits, managing to make it seem as though she was just washing up when in reality, she’s clearly showing off.

“Better for your tastes, sir?”

Damn right it was. Stepping into the shower behind her, Izuku doesn’t bother with words and skips straight to action. Specifically, his hand snaps up and grabs hold of her hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail that he wraps around his palm before tightening his fingers into a fist. Midnight gasps as her back arches even further than before for him, especially since his other hand reaches down and grasps hold of her hip, keeping her ass right in his crotch while her spine bends.

“Oooh… so forceful. So-mmph!”

Twisting her head around, Izuku shows the older woman forceful as he shoves his tongue down her throat and kisses her decisively. Dominating her mouth with his own, he silences her even as he rubs his cock in between her soaped up buttocks, hot-dogging her ass to his heart’s content for a few moments. In response, Midnight kisses him back while moaning up a storm, one hand planting itself on the shower wall in front of her while the other gropes and squeezes at her own tits, her fingers pinching at her nipples in ecstasy.

Yeah, there was nothing of the dominatrix in her in this moment. This was a woman who had been beaten quite soundly in a challenge of her own making, on a battlefield where she had reigned supreme for years. Midnight was the Undefeated Champion of her very own Arena, and hadn’t had a proper fight in who knew how long.

Only for Izuku to come along and show her that she was wrong to think her best battles were behind her. She was wrong to assume that she would never again taste the sweet, sweet sting of defeat. Submissively moaning into his mouth, Midnight succumbs to him once again without him having to even penetrate her with his cock. She cums there in his arms from the kissing, the hot-dogging, and her own touching as her body spasms and shakes in his grasp.

As she’s coming down from that orgasm, Izuku finally moves his hips in such a way that he slides into her. At long last, his cock penetrates the wanton woman before him, filling Midnight with inch after inch of his throbbing manhood. As it does so, she moans even louder into his lips, all while his tongue swaps spit with hers, wrestling it to the floor of her mouth time and time again.

There is no victory to be had here for her, not even in the small things. With his other conquests, Izuku might have been willing to give an inch here and there, but that was because he knew they weren’t looking to take a mile. Midnight might be happy with the current state of affairs… in fact, from the way she was already cumming on his cock, she was enjoying all of this immensely.

However, if she saw an opening to turn the tables, she would probably try to go for it. She wouldn’t be able to help herself. That’s why Izuku wasn’t giving her any openings. That’s why he wasn’t dancing to her tune even slightly. Even the suggestions she’d offered for how he should take her were another way in which she was trying to exercise some modicum of control over him. Hence, they were in the shower.

Continuing to fist Midnight’s hair, pulling her back against him as he fucks her soundly there under the rushing water, Izuku grunts, not letting up for even a moment. Even when he finally stops kissing her, he only does so in order to fuck her more properly. Her eyes rolling back in her head, the soap pretty much washed off of her beautiful body by this point, Izuku moves with purpose, pushing deeper into her and in doing so pushing her up against the wall further as well.

Her large breasts squish and mold to the shower wall, rubbing this way and that over the wet and smooth surface. Midnight moans all the louder, squealing and creaming herself on his cock over and over again. Izuku grunts in response, his member never ceasing movements, his hips never hesitating to deliver another punishing blow to her backside as his cock batters against her cervix.

Until finally, with one last grunt, Izuku unloads inside of her. No warning, no request, no nothing. She’s given herself to him tonight after all, told him that she’s all his for the rest of the evening, so of course he’s going to do whatever he wants to her.

Midnight isn’t complaining either, of course. Even as he pulls out of her, she’s too busy moaning up a storm and shuddering in pleasure. Even when he spins her around to face him properly and recaptures her lips in his own, she just responds by kissing him right back, submissive and biddable as ever.

As she kisses him, Midnight wraps her arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth. Right up until she feels something spurt out onto her hair, at which point she pauses and blinks open lidded eyes to stare at him in confusion.

Izuku just smirks as he begins to massage the shampoo he just dumped atop her head into her hair and scalp. They continue to kiss even as he washes her hair… even as he starts to wash her body as well. When her hands slide off of his shoulders to try and move down his body to his cock, Izuku stops her and forces them back behind her back while giving her an order.

“Stand still.”

Obedient as can be after he bested her and won her challenge, Midnight does as she’s told, standing perfectly still and letting him clean her up with his own two hands. Her breath hitches as he scrubs down her breasts, and she can’t help but moan as he hooks two fingers into her cunt and scoops out his own cum into the shower drain, even ‘cleaning’ her there.

By the time he’s done, Izuku can tell Midnight knows he’s up to something at this point. He doesn’t let that stop him from reaching past her and turning off the water before stepping out of the shower. Grabbing two big fluffy towels, he tosses one at Midnight and uses the other to begin drying off. As she does the same, the R-Rated Hero makes a show of things, toweling her sexy body down in the most sultry and seductive manner possible.

Izuku watches of course, soaking it all in. But then, once he’s done drying off, he tosses the towel aside and walks back out of the bathroom without so much as a backwards glance.

When Midnight joins him again, she has her eyes narrowed, clearly trying to figure out what he’s up to.

“… What would you have me do next, sir? Shall I get down on my knees and use my mouth to pleasure you?”

“No.”

Before Midnight can do more than begin to pout, Izuku tilts his head towards the UA Teacher’s kitchen.

“Do you keep your refrigerator freshly stocked?”

Glancing over at it, Midnight slowly nods.

“Yes sir.”

“Then make us dinner.”

For the first time, Midnight hesitates, a flash of something appearing on her face as she fidgets in place.

“I… I’m not a very good cook, sir.”

Izuku raises both eyebrows at that before grinning a little bit.

“Did I ask?”

Watching her jolt at his reply is kind of hilarious. Finally, she seems to get what he’s doing.

“Are you trying to domesticate me, sir?”

Tilting his head to the side in amusement, Izuku hums.

“I thought I could have you in whatever way I wanted you for the rest of the evening. Well, what I want right now is for you to go over and use that kitchen of yours to make us something. Preferably something edible, even if you doubt your own skills.”

Midnight bites her lower lip for a moment… before finally nodding.

“Of course, sir.”

He watches her walk into her own kitchen completely nude. And then he watches as she grabs an apron that hilariously enough says ‘Kiss the Cook’ on it. As she puts it on, she makes sure to give him a show, twirling this way and that once it’s in place and barely containing her massive bust.

“Like what you see, sir?”

But Izuku, while he is enjoying himself quite a lot, gives Midnight little in response. Instead, he just raises an eyebrow again.

“I’m not seeing much in the way of cooking, so no.”

At this point, Midnight definitely understands that he’s fucking with her. She pouts at him as strongly as ever, before finally moving to the fridge. As she starts to pull out ingredients however, she makes sure to bend over nicely, proceeding to give him even more of a show than before as the cooking begins.

Given her lack of confidence as a cook, Izuku would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious what she would try to do. In the end though, he probably should have guessed. She goes for eggs, even though it’s dinner time. Eggs, breakfast sausage, cheese… and tortillas to top it all off.

Breakfast Burritos for dinner. Izuku can’t help but crack a grin at the audacity, but hey… food is food. And if it works, it works. In this case, pretty much anyone who knew how to crack an egg and cook it could make a proper breakfast burrito. Especially since the sausage came precooked.

The ease of what she’s chosen to craft for them also means Midnight can focus a lot on trying to make him come over and fuck her while she works. It’s obvious from her hypnotic motions and tempting hip swivels that that’s what she expects, even if it’s not what he intends. She’s all but anticipating him, hoping that by teasing him enough, she can get him to pound her silly over her own oven. To fuck her pussy while she scrambles the eggs and sausage together and then puts them in the tortilla with the cheese and proceeds to cook that too.

He likes himself a good breakfast burrito, really. So he doesn’t at any point order her to stop and make him something else. But nor does Izuku move over to grab her by the hips and sheath himself inside of her at any point either. Unfortunately for poor Midnight, he’s already had her once. He doesn’t need her again unless he chooses to take her again.

Eventually, they sit down for dinner at Midnight’s dining table. The naked R-Rated Hero tries to rub her foot along his leg but Izuku puts a stop to that with a simple ‘no’. Much to her consternation, they eat without any sexual games or anything. Though to be fair, it’s also been a very long, exhausting day for both of them… so their breakfast burritos go down fast and their plates are soon completely clean.

Which is when Midnight surprises him, just a little bit, and finally changes tacks.

“… Please sir. If you want, you could spend the night in my bed with me. Even if we didn’t do anything more… I’d love to warm you up with my body.”

Thrusting out her tits at the same time, Midnight gives him a lidded gaze. Izuku, meanwhile, is mildly impressed. She’d figured it out… his intentions to just leave her hanging and wanting more.

He’d fucked her once, but obviously she knew he could fuck her all night long if he chose. Except he wasn’t going to do that so long as she was still challenging him to do so, even from a supposed position of submission. Ultimately, this was the one move Midnight had left to her. Complete and total submission before he finally left her hanging.

It was certainly tempting to spend the night with Midnight’s soft, voluptuous body draped over his own like a blanket. But it was also tempting to fuck her for the rest of the night and leave her twitching and gurgling on her own spit come morning. Temptations did not control him. In the end, whatever his decision, it would BE his decision.

Still… what was it going to be?