Mitsuki stood up on the couch, sinking her heels into the cushions on either side of Ren's body, offering him an absolutely insane view from above as she rose imposingly in white stockings and high heels while the dress barely covered her and her thighs framed his face.
She slid her hand under the skirt to push her white lace panties aside instead of taking them off, exposing herself completely to his gaze while keeping the outfit intact.
"You said you wanted to fuck me while I had it on," she reminded him, looking down with fire in her eyes. "Which means the outfit stays on, every single piece of it."
She lowered herself toward his face without waiting for an answer.
"Now eat me out for real, patient."
The moment Ren's tongue made contact, Mitsuki's composure broke completely, her thighs clamping around his head as a long moan escaped her throat.
"Ahhhh... fuck... right there..."
Ren didn't hold back, running his tongue along her folds from bottom to top in one long lick that sent a shiver through her entire body, making glycerin pool and mix with her natural slickness into a slippery sweet mess that coated his chin along with his lips before finding her clit to work it without mercy, alternating quick flicks with slow firm circles that drove Mitsuki's hands to grab the back of the couch for support while her hips started grinding against his mouth.
"Ngh... Ren... your tongue... god..."
SCHLRRP... SCHLRRP...
The wet sounds flooded the room while Ren pushed his tongue inside her entrance, feeling her walls clench around it immediately before pulling back to suck directly on her clit.
"Don't stop," Mitsuki panted, her thighs trembling on either side of his head. "Whatever the hell you're doing right now, don't you dare stop..."
Ren slipped two fingers inside her while his tongue kept attacking her clit, finding effortless penetration thanks to the glycerin that let his fingers slide in and out with smooth deep movements that curled up in just the right way.
"NNNGH!"
Mitsuki's moan was loud enough to make Ren grateful for the existence of the sensory dampening field as her hips bucked violently against his face, moving in circles as she chased the buildup of pressure inside her.
"More... deeper... ahhhh..."
He added a third finger, picking up the speed with a steady motion of his wrist while his mouth sucked and licked without pause, making Mitsuki's whole body shake and her breathing fall apart between moans that grew louder with every second.
"I'm gonna... Ren, I'm gonna..."
Her orgasm hit and Mitsuki screamed, arching her back violently as her walls clamped down on his fingers in rhythmic contractions, releasing a gush of fluid that flooded his hand along with his chin and soaked everything underneath them.
"AHHHH! FUCK! RENNNNN!"
Ren guided her through it by slowing his fingers down without ever fully stopping, switching to soft soothing licks that drew out every last spasm.
Mitsuki's legs gave out and she collapsed backward, sliding down his body until she was straddling his waist, her chest heaving under the nurse's dress while her makeup looked smeared and the cap had tilted completely sideways.
"Hahh... hahh... damn you...," she panted with a smile that mixed satisfaction with the hunger for more. "You've gotten too good at this."
"Good teacher," Ren replied.
"What a charmer." Mitsuki reached behind her and found his cock still hard and pulsing, settling herself right on top of it as she pushed her panties even further aside. "Though I didn't put on this outfit just to ride your face."
She sank down on him in one motion that made them both groan in unison, the combination of her natural slickness and the glycerin erasing every bit of friction and letting her walls swallow every inch of him until he was completely buried inside her.
"Ohhhhhhhh..." Mitsuki's head fell back, exposing the long line of her throat. "I'll never get tired of this feeling..."
She didn't start slow because that wasn't her style, planting her hands on Ren's chest and immediately setting a fast firm pace as she slammed her hips down with enough force to make the couch creak under their combined weight.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
"Yes... fuck, yes... just like that..." she moaned between each thrust while her breasts threatened to spill out of the dress with every impact, making Ren grab her hips to try and match her rhythm, though Mitsuki slapped his hands away.
"No, tonight I'm in charge." She pinned his wrists down against the couch cushions with surprising strength. "The nurse decides the treatment, you just lie there and take it."
She rode him harder, changing the angle so every drop went deeper while the nurse dress had ridden all the way up, bunching at her waist and giving Ren a perfect view of where their bodies met, the white stockings and garters framing her thighs in an image capable of destroying any man.
"Mitsuki... Hmm..."
"Tell me I look good." She demanded between ragged breaths, her fingers digging into his wrists. "Tell me exactly how I look right now."
"You look like every one of my fantasies came to life and decided to fuck me into the couch until I'm wrecked."
"HAHAHA!" Mitsuki burst out laughing even in the middle of her moans, blending the sounds into something completely depraved. "That's the answer I wanted, baldy!"
She let go of his wrists to grab the front of her dress, yanking it down hard to free her breasts so they could bounce freely with every thrust before guiding Ren's hands straight to her chest.
"Squeeze them hard, don't be gentle because I hate gentle."
Ren obeyed, molding her breasts in firm hands while his thumbs sought her nipples to tease them roughly, drawing an immediate reaction as her rhythm faltered and she arched her back with a broken moan escaping her lips.
"Ngh... yes... harder... pull them..."
He pinched both nipples, tugging at them to stretch her skin slightly while she kept riding him at a relentless pace.
"AHHH! Fuck... that's it... exactly that..."
Out of nowhere Mitsuki stopped moving, lifting herself off him completely and making Ren groan at the sudden loss, but before he could complain she turned around with her back to him and lowered herself down again into reverse cowgirl.
"I want you to watch while I do this." She glanced over her shoulder with a low commanding voice. "Watch all of it."
The view was breathtaking, taking in Mitsuki's ass barely covered by the hiked up dress, the garters cutting across the curves of her thighs and the white panties pulled aside revealing the exact spot where he slid inside her with every downward motion while she started moving again, varying between slow circles with her hips and quick thrusts that filled the room with the echo of skin slapping against skin.
"Can you see, Ren-kun?" She looked back at him over her shoulder with half lidded eyes and red lips curling into a wild smile. "Can you see how your cock disappears inside me? Because I can feel every inch..."
Ren could see everything, every time she lifted her hips his cock emerging shining from her wetness and the glycerin, and when her ass dropped back down it trembled from the impact while her walls swallowed him whole again.
"Mitsuki... if you keep going like that I'm gonna..."
"Not yet." She stopped dead, clenching her walls around him with erotic cruelty. "You don't get to come until I say you can."
She lifted herself off him again, stepping off to stand in front of the couch, leaving Ren staring at her in confused desperate frustration while his cock throbbed in the air.
"Stand up," Mitsuki ordered. "I want you behind me."
Ren got up on legs that felt like rubber while Mitsuki turned toward the back of the couch, resting her arms on the top edge in a position that put her ass at the ideal height with the dress completely hiked up and the white stockings on display along with the garters, looking at him sideways with a smile loaded with promise.
"I think I remember promising you could fuck me with this outfit on, Ren-kun." She arched her back, pushing her ass toward him. "So do it, show me what the champion's got."
Ren grabbed her hips to line himself up and pushed into her with one brutal thrust that made them both cry out together.
"NNNGH! Yes! That's what I wanted!" Mitsuki gripped the back of the couch as Ren set a relentless pace from behind.
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
The sound was loud and rhythmic, almost musical in how obscene it was, Ren's hips slamming against Mitsuki's ass with every thrust while the glycerin made everything slippery, the nurse dress bouncing in time with the movement and brushing against her oversensitive skin.
"Harder!" Mitsuki demanded, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "Stop holding back and give me everything!"
Ren increased the force, gripping her hips with enough strength to leave marks while every thrust shoved Mitsuki forward against the couch, making her breasts bounce, until she reached one hand back to grab his wrist and guide it from her hip up to her hair.
"Pull it, pull my goddamn hair while you do this."
Ren wrapped the blonde hair around his fist and yanked firmly, arching her neck back and pulling a moan from Mitsuki loud enough to fill the entire room.
"AHHHH! JUST LIKE THAT! DON'T STOP!"
The couch was creaking dangerously now, the wooden frame protesting against their combined force while Ren leaned forward, keeping his grip in her hair to bring his mouth close to her ear.
"You look incredible in this outfit, Mitsuki-san," he growled against her skin. "The stockings and the dress and the rest of it, I want you wearing this every time I come over."
"Hah... hahh... you're gonna have to earn it each time, baldy..." she panted.
Ren let go of her hair and slid both hands around her body to find her breasts hanging under the bunched up dress, squeezing them while he kept thrusting and toying with her nipples with constant attention that made Mitsuki's legs tremble.
"Ngh... oh god... Ren... I'm close again..."
He dropped one hand from her chest, sliding it down between her legs to find her clit, and the instant his fingers made contact Mitsuki slammed her palm against the couch.
"FUCK!"
He rubbed her clit in fast circles while keeping the relentless pace from behind, combining the feeling of his cock filling her with his hands on her chest and her clit to push Mitsuki toward the edge at a terrifying speed.
"I'm coming... I'm coming... don't stop... DON'T STOP...!"
"AHHHHH! RENNNNN!"
Her orgasm was violent as Mitsuki's whole body contracted, her walls clamping around him so hard that Ren had to clench his teeth to keep from coming with her while liquid gushed out, splashing her thighs and the couch in wet bursts that soaked the cushion underneath.
SQUIRT SQUIRT
"Ngh... oh fuck... oh fuck..." Mitsuki whimpered while the leftover spasms rippled through her body with her legs shaking so badly she could barely stay standing.
But Ren wasn't done with her yet, and while she was still shuddering from the orgasm he pulled out of her entrance to press the tip of his cock against her ass, taking advantage of the glycerin coating everything to make the transition smooth.
"Can I?" he asked in a rough voice.
Mitsuki laughed breathlessly, her face flushed and drenched in sweat.
"You don't even have to ask anymore, bastard... just do it..."
He pushed in slowly, feeling the familiar resistance give way thanks to the glycerin coating her tighter entrance, drawing a long guttural moan from Mitsuki that came up from deep in her chest.
"Ohhhhh... it always feels so full... every damn time..."
Once he was all the way in, Ren stayed still for a moment to let her adjust before Mitsuki glanced over her shoulder with an impatient expression.
"I said no gentle, move."
He obeyed and the first thrust pulled a sharp cry from Mitsuki that quickly turned into continuous moans as Ren picked up the pace, making her cling to the couch and string every sound together without pause.
PLAP... PLAP... PLAP...
"Ngh... ah... mmmmgh..."
Ren slid his hand forward to find her clit again and rub it while he took her from behind with firm deep thrusts, making Mitsuki's legs give out completely from the double stimulation.
"I can't... I can't stand anymore..." she admitted between moans. "My legs are done..."
Ren caught her before she could fall, wrapping his arms around her waist to lift her without pulling out, carrying her around the couch to sit down and settle her in his lap with her back against his chest while his cock stayed buried in her ass.
From that angle the view was perfect, Mitsuki sitting on his lap with the nurse outfit destroyed, her bare breasts swaying with every motion while the stockings still hugged her trembling thighs and the cap somehow still hung from her head at an absurd angle.
"Move," she breathed against his neck. "Use me and fuck me."
Mitsuki planted her heels on the couch on either side of his legs and started riding him from that position, lifting and dropping her hips with whatever strength she had left in thrusts that drove him even deeper into her ass, making them both gasp.
"Ahh... this... feels different..." Mitsuki moaned, letting her head fall back onto his shoulder. "Deeper... I can feel you so deep..."
Ren's hands found her breasts again, squeezing and tugging at her nipples while she rolled her hips above him, his mouth latching onto her neck to suck hard enough to leave a mark she'd definitely have to hide tomorrow.
"Ngh... you and your goddamn hickeys... Ren..."
"You love them."
"Shut up and fuck me harder."
Ren grabbed her hips and started pushing up from below, meeting her downward motions with enough force to shift the couch a few inches across the floor with every impact.
The sounds were relentless while Mitsuki cried out, completely lost in the overwhelming sensations, bringing one hand between her own legs to rub her clit furiously while Ren pounded into her from behind and below.
"I'm gonna come again... I'm gonna come so hard... Ren... REN...! Fill me up while I come!"
Those words destroyed any trace of control he had left and Ren buried himself as deep as he could go, exploding inside her with a groan that vibrated against her neck, sending pulse after pulse of heat that filled her while Mitsuki's own orgasm shook her at the same time.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Her scream came out raw and primal as her body convulsed on top of him, her walls clamping and releasing him in fast contractions that milked every last drop, sending another wave of liquid bursting from her entrance that soaked her thighs along with the couch in what had now become a wet disaster zone.
The convulsions stretched on for what felt like forever before fading gradually, at which point Mitsuki collapsed completely against his chest, her breathing fast and shallow while Ren's arms wrapped around her waist to hold her in place as they both came down from the climax.
For a long while neither of them moved or spoke, the only sounds in the room being their heavy breathing.
"Hahh... hahh... hahh..." Mitsuki finally exhaled. "Over 45,000 yen... worth every single one of them."
Ren let out a weak laugh, resting his forehead against the back of her shoulder.
"I'd say the outfit paid for itself."
"Damn right it did." Mitsuki slowly lifted herself off him with a groan, letting his cock slide out with a wet sound, standing on shaky legs as she looked down at herself in the wreck of her outfit, the dress bunched up at her waist, one stocking fallen to her ankle, the cap held on by a single bobby pin and smears of red lipstick streaked across her chest. "I'm a mess."
"You look like the hottest mess I've ever seen in my life."
"HAHAHA!" She laughed loud enough that Bakugo would have heard her if not for the sensory dampening field. "You really know what to say to a woman after that, sweetheart, I'll give you that."
Mitsuki grabbed a towel from the kitchen and started wiping down the couch, which was now covered in a spectacular cocktail of fluids that would need some serious cleaning.
"This couch is ruined," she declared casually. "Second time we've wrecked it."
"Should we just buy a new one at this point?"
"Oh sure, and what am I supposed to tell Katsuki? 'Hey son, we need a new couch because mom and the melon head spend all their time fucking on it.' Yeah, he'll take that real well."
"Fair point."
Mitsuki disappeared upstairs for a few minutes while Ren got dressed, coming back in a loose t-shirt and shorts with her face wiped clean of the smeared makeup, having hidden the nurse outfit somewhere Bakugo would never find it before dropping onto the freshly dried couch next to him and resting her head on his shoulder with a satisfied sigh.
"You know," she said quietly. "When you brought up that deal in the alley I wasn't sure you'd actually make it to the finals, but you pulled it off and I'm glad I had a good reason to buy that ridiculous outfit."
"It's not ridiculous, it's the greatest piece of clothing in the history of fashion."
"It's a slutty nurse costume from an adult store, Ren-kun, let's not pretend it's haute couture."
"It should be on your body."
Mitsuki let out a soft laugh, punching him affectionately on the arm.
"You're an idiot, baldy, but you're my idiot."
From upstairs Ren listened carefully and caught the unmistakable sound of deep rhythmic snoring rolling through the ceiling.
"He's totally knocked out," Mitsuki confirmed. "I told you, rage hibernation, works every time."
Ren glanced at the wall clock that read 10:38 PM.
"I should probably head out before he wakes up."
"Probably." Though Mitsuki didn't move from his shoulder. "Five more minutes."
"Five more minutes."
They sat in a comfortable silence with the warmth of each other's company filling the space where words weren't needed while outside the neighborhood stayed quiet.
"Same deal next time?" Mitsuki asked after a moment.
"What do you mean?"
"You pull off something impressive and I buy another outfit, fair trade."
Ren thought about that for a few seconds.
"What kind of outfit?"
Mitsuki's smile turned playful and wicked.
"Win another tournament and find out, sweetheart."
Ren stood up and straightened his clothes while Mitsuki walked him to the door, moving in silence.
At the threshold Mitsuki grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down for one last kiss that was softer than the others, leaving her eyes bright when she let him go.
"Get home safe, Ren-kun, text me when you get there."
"Goodnight, Nurse Mitsuki."
"Call me that again and I'll wear the outfit to the next parents' meeting while screaming your name."
"Please don't."
"HAHAHA!"
Ren stepped out into the cool night air as he heard the click of the door closing behind him, walking down the residential street with his hands in his pockets while he replayed the evening in his head with a smile that refused to leave his face.
Inside the house Mitsuki leaned against the closed door, touching her lips as she felt the ghost of his kiss, then looked up at the ceiling where her son's snoring kept rumbling like a broken engine.
"If you ever find out about this," she whispered to nothing. "I'm blaming the melon head."
She stepped away from the door and headed for the shower, already thinking about which store to hit up for the next outfit.
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