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"Mina this is itchy."
"It means that it's working, fucking crybaby."
You sigh as you plop down on the back of the couch you were currently sitting on. You are thankful that your best friend has the tendency to splurge on literally anything that can be bought online, because this is an extremely comfy couch. Your hands reach for the straw of the pina colada you were nursing, and you try not to grimace as the face mask you have on nearly slides off in the motion.
"you better not let my face mask go to waste, (name)." Mina threatens you, side eyeing you as she sips on her own drink on the other end of the couch.
You were currently in her apartment, the only light source being provided by the humongous television she has on her wall. She had pestered you that she needed a girl's night in, watching love island and eating junk food. The room was covered in hues of purple and pink as the show showed the girl's getting ready, and Mina shakes with frustration.
"I want to put on pretty dresses and meet up with cute guys too! Instead I get every fucking imbecile online to send me dick pics on my professional account." She grumbles, eating a chip loudly. She slurps on her drink which makes you wince, and you watch her from the corner of your eye mysteriously.
"Weren't you complaining that the last two guys you were with had small dicks?" Ochako chimes in, her voice muffled by the pop-corn she had taken hostage the moment she had arrived. She was sitting cross legged on the floor, munching instead of watching with you two.
Mina is taken aback and throws an arm in the air "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Just saying man, at least when receiving a dick pic you can determine whether they are worthy of your time or not." You giggle, and miss a pillow she throws your way.
"Ignore her, (name), this is her way of telling us she wants to text Kirishima again." Ochako chuckles and yelps when Mina stands up on her couch.
"Don't mention that name again! I would rather skin the bastard than text him! No, no, no that would be a new low!"
"Hey, that's my friend you're talking about."
"Shut up, Katsuki," You all say in unison, and giggle when he rolls his eyes at you. Ever since he and Midoriya had become a thing, he seemed to be a lot more forgiving with everybody.
"Ugh, I can't! When is Jiro gonna come with more alcohol?" Mina grumbles and falls back unto the couch. You wince.
"oooh, uh actually she is not coming. Emergency at the Jiro and Denki company."
Mina throws her hands in the air. "fucking fantastic! I literally asked for one girls night, she glances at Bakugou, plus Katsuki and my friend is ditching me for her boyfriend."
"sorry we're not good enough" Bakugou says as he continues to watch Love island, legs spread on the purple carpet Mina had picked out. He munches on the second bowl of pop-corn with his bangs out of his face and a face mask adoring his features.
"Speaking of boyfriends, how did your date go, (name)?" Ochako asks and suddenly all eyes are on you.
"oh right! You seemed pretty mad after it too." Mina adds.
You glance up from your pina colada and gulp. You were terrible at keeping secrets from your friends. You were lucky enough that up until this point nobody asked you about that night, or else they would already know about the fiasko with Aizawa. You glance up and look at everyone once before your eyes drop back to your drink, your hands fiddling the straw.
"Oh, y'know, he kept talking about the beneficials of having children with other powerful quirk users and I just bailed on him after he started mentioning how we both were in our 'reproductive prime'". You say in one go and finish up your drink. You stand up and grab the empty glasses of pina colada. "More drinks? I will go make them now. After I take off this fucking thing off my face."
"fucking cunt." Mina whispers at your remark and watches you as you walk towards the kitchen. You think you have gotten away with your little adventure at your school, but to your luck, Bakugou speaks.
"Y'know, Izuku mentioned something about the school's need to strengthen it's anti-quirk barriers." He says, and you freeze as you were pouring alcohol into the glasses.
"oh yeah, how come?" Ochako asks.
"Apparently there was a 'teleportation incident' the other day." He turns to look at you with his red eyes piercing your scared face. "Aizawa mentioned it."
Instantly, the room grew cold.
Your breath hitched as you were pouring the mixture into the glasses, avoiding eye-contact. Mina's jaw was on the floor and Ochako was staring mid-bite with wide eyes on the floor. Bakugou chew on a piece of pop-corn and turned around to face you.
"Any idea who could it be, (name)?" He asked, slightly smirking.
"you fucking asshole." You say, looking at him, when Mina stood up.
"YOU TELEPORTED INTO THE SCHOOL TO MEET WITH AIZAWA?!" She sreaked, face mask falling from her face and Ochako gripped the bowl harder than she was before.
"YOU USED YOUR QUIRK TO GET INTO OUR OLD SCHOOL??!!" She yelled right after, and you tore out the face mask off to use your facial expressions.
"I didn't go there just to meet him! He happened to be there! And- and I don't know! I just wanted to get some clear air and I thought of how much fun we had in class- i don't know!" You yell, face gripping your hair as you crouched into the floor.
"Wait, does this mean something happened between you two?" Mina aska, as she rounded the couch to make it to you. She gripped your shoulders and made you rise to your feet, dragging you all the way back to the couch. "alright. I will ignore the fact that you hid this from us, but you gotta spill."
You sigh, plopping down on the couch to explain everything that transpired. The entire interaction, the flirting, his erection, the almost-kiss. Everything.
Everybody's jaw is on the floor by the time you are done. You are holding a pillow tightly against your tummy, your fingers tracing the design on it.
"And then I kinda stormed off. And that was it. I haven't heard anything from him, he hasn't heard anything from me."
"okay, whoah." Ochako exclaims, now laying down on the floor with her hands on her eyes, to make sure she is picturing everything exactly as you are describing it. "you told him, this isn't over? What the fuck does that mean?"
"That they are going to have sex!" Mina yells, and is shut down when Katsuki throws her a death glare. "what, man? It's obvious that she wants him, and it's obvious that he wants her, otherwise he wouldn't have put up with her flirting."
"He put up a boundary, Mina." Katsuki says, way too calm than whatever you were used to.
"boundary?-" she says and you stop her.
"no, wait, let's hear him out. What do you mean by boundary?"
"(name), he was our sensei." He says and you feel your irritation starting to bubble up. Nevertheless, you let him continue. "And I don't mean that it is his sole reason for refusing to do anything with you, considering there was no kind of predatory behaviour when you were his student-"
"exactly!-"
"but." He cuts Mina off and stares at you. "the media doesn't know that. And the media always has a way to find stuff out. Think of it this way, you two end up having sex like the two consenting adults that you are. Maybe you develop feelings for one another, maybe you don't. Either way now officially exists history between you. And history makes you awkward, and not fun to be around. And when two pros end up having history, the media always finds out." He stops for a minute to understand your expression. "and they always, always twist the story around. And not in a good way."
"wow. That was a lot to unpack." Ochako says. "Did Midoriya teach you to speak so nicely?"
"No, he taught me how gay sex works-"
"alright, that's enough." Mina says. "How are you feeling pretty?" She says as she rubs your thigh up and down in an attempt to soothe you.
"like fucking shit." You admit and look at Katsuki in the eye. "this isn't just anyone, y'know? I would really like it if something happened between us, even just for one night. Maybe then I would finally get over this stupid crush. This fucking sucks!" You sigh, and hide your face between your palms. Ochako and Mina stare at each other, knowing better than anyone how long you have felt these feelings towards your ex sensei.
Katsuki sighs. "believe me, I know." He says and you know he means it. Even when the two of you got close only after the events of the war, you trusted him with the secret of your feelings. He was more than understanding, knowing what it feels like to like someone you are not supposed to have.
Ochako sighs when she realizes her predicament. You, with your everlasting crush on your teacher, Mina who is still stuck on her ex, and Katsuki who is basically star stuck on his phone when his boyfriend texts him.
She sighs. "I will go get more alcohol."
-
"Hey, sensei, got a sec?" Izuku Midoriya asks as he walks into the classroom.
Aizawa sighs as he gestures him to come in. "what is it this time, kid?"
"oh, I just needed your signature on a field trip I'm trying to prepare for the kids. Do you mind?" He asks innocently, already sliding the piece of paper his way.
Having just finished the school day, Shota Aizawa is beyond tired. His eye bags are reaching his chin, it feels like, and he is yawning every two seconds. He wants nothing more than to pull out his sleeping bag and collapse on the floor, or better yet, go home where he can lie down in peace, take off his prosthetic and feel comfortable again. The warm summer breeze that engulfs the classroom doesn't help keep away the daydreams of his bed as he reaches for a pen in his drawer. It's times of the day much like this one where time itself seems to have stopped. The school is almost empty by now, all the other teachers having left already- he is surprised Midoriya is still around at this hour.
Didn't he want to spend time with his friends? His boyfriend? His boyfriend's friend?
He shakes the thought out of his mind, something that catches Izuku's attention.
"Um, actually sensei, there is something I wanted to ask you."
"I told you not to call me that anymore." Aizawa says, in an attempt to appear cool and collected when he is anything but. His hand almost freezes on the paper. Midoriya never made a prologue before asking a question, usually the words would fall out of his mouth before his brain could catch up with the fact that he was even speaking to begin with. This is concerning behaviour.
Did Midoriya know?
"I was wondering, with the hero license exam coming up, if you were interested in introducing our students to some bigger challenges? I have some pros in mind that wouldn't mind coming in and helping out with the training simulations-"
'Oh, yeah, That is more than alright." Aizawa states before even registering what the younger teacher was saying. Relief washing over him as Izuku's eyes widened and his smile with.
"Oh, that's amazing! I will let (hero's name) know!" He exclaims and pretty much skips out of the classroom, pulse rising as he holds for dear life the piece of paper he didn't even need Aizawa's signature on. Internally giving himself a pat on the back for accomplishing what he wanted to.
Aizawa's relief is washed away, like a tide coming and taking away the sand castle you had spend hours on as a kid. His pulse picked up and his skin flushed at the mention of your hero name, the simple words being enough to leave him breathless as he remembers the sweet aroma you had when you almost kissed him, the sultry look in your eyes when you told him you wanted him. He gulped as he felt his cock in his pants, and mentally cusses himself out for being so easy.
Jesus fuck Shota. You are way too old for this shit.
He wills his erection away with a couple of deep breaths and memories of All Might to really make sure any kind of arousal leaves his body. He stares at the ceiling, as if god himself will come down on earth to help him out. It's one day, he thinks to himself. Maybe you won't even agree to it. Maybe you will be busy,
perhaps on a date.
Jealousy rushes over his entire body very suddenly at the thought, pooling at his gut and making him feel nausea at the thought of you flirting with another man when you were practically drooling over him. He brings up one hand to rub his face in an attempt to bring some logic in him, but he fails. He feels the ugly emotion cursing through his veins and over his head, replacing his brain's filter with rose colored glasses that make everything seem unreasonable. Pictures of you he had seen on the internet appear in his mind's eye; being touchy with other men, laughing, giggling, staring at them with those eyes of yours.
God, those eyes of yours.
It seemed that now that Shota has had a taste of you, it is simply not enough to quench his thirst. You appear everywhere he doesn't want you to be: his mind, his thoughts, his students mouths, his colleagues mouths,
his dreams.
Numerous times over the past couple of days he was woken up from a dream, sweaty and breathing heavily, cock rock hard and leaking pre-cum, begging for a taste of your sweet pussy.
And it could happen. Realistically speaking, he could find someone to satisfy him. But it wouldn't be you. If he was going to commit the crime, shouldn't it be worth it? Shouldn't he go all the way?
He lets out a deep breath, all might, think of all might, think of all might....
-
On the school's exit Izuku sits and waits for Katsuki to pick him up, something the blonde had insisted was absolutely necessary. Izuku can't shake the excitement off his chest, feeling much too proud of his accomplishment already.
He had known about your crush back in school, but it was nothing compared to catching his ex-teacher reading articles about your love life seven years later. After a simple observation over the course of the weeks that followed he had come to the conclusion: the feeling was mutual.
Well, seven years later, but whatever. He wasn't gonna let this golden opportunity to waste just because the meet-cute wasn't exactly cute, or age appropriate. You were both consenting adults now and nothing weird had happened during your years under his wing, so- win-win.
So when Aizawa had stormed in one day in the teacher's meeting, claiming that he had caught some petty criminal teleporting inside the building, he was certain it was you. Because petty criminals wouldn't get the seasoned pro so worked up. And petty criminals don't have the skill to overcome walls upon walls of quirk limitation that UA had put up to stop this exact kind of this from transpiring. Therefore, he knew he had to get busy. Letting his boyfriend know was job number 1. Firstly there was no way he was going to keep his mouth shut, and secondly there was no way you wouldn't keep your mouth had something happened. And oh boy did something happen.
Once Katsuki arrives, Izuku climbs in the passenger seat, giggling to himself as he waits patiently to announce to his boyfriend that no, he didn't keep his promise of staying out of your business, and yes he already knew that Aizawa had a thing for you when he had caught from the corner of his eye that the elder would read articles about you. After he announces these things, Katsuki almost swerves the car to kill himself, knowing that it would be either him or you who gets the job done after what Izuku did.
"It's been seven years, Kachaan. And the media always talks, no matter what you do." He says, utterly unbothered by the existential crisis Bakugou was going through.
"Her career-"
'Will be fine. My students have been showing me all the thirst edits that people make about Aizawa. Either (name) will become his controversially young girlfriend, or someone else will attempt it." Without luck of course, but that's a detail Izuku keeps to himself. He laughs when he catches Bakugou's expression in the driver's seat. "Besides, she's got us to back her up. And by us I mean our media trained employees. Not you who screamed at a child because he threw his ice cream cone on the ground."
Bakugou shrugs. "Fucking brat. If it wanted chocolate it should have said it."
"He, Kachaan, not it."
"Yeah, yeah, after she finds out what you have done, I will become an it because she will rip out my balls."
"Well let's hope that doesn't happen."
-
"You fucking what? Why the fuck would you even recommend me?" You scream into the phone, thankfully inside your own home, or else you would be tomorrow's front page news with your potty mouth.
Midoriya winces. "Please, this is extremely important for them! They need to be a bit more seasoned to be able to pass- and I don't want them to fail!"
"Izuku, why out of all people, do you want me to be the one to train your students? Can't Katsuki do it?" You sigh, oven mitt in hand as you close the furnace and lay your tray on the stove. Great. You burned your bread.
"All the simulations are similar to his fighting style, but it is important for them to know that not all fight can be done head first- you're the only one who can actually sneak up on them and take them out of the field!"
"Okay, but why?-"
"You owe me."
That makes you pause. The gears in your head turn at a great velocity as you are about to bite back, but you close your mouth instead.
You do owe him.
Back in your school days, where he -like the gentleman he was- took the blame for a broken wall you had accidently caused. Said he was trying out something with his quirk, because you were already three detentions deep to take another hit. Fucking shit, now you have to do it.
"(name)? You still there?"
You sigh. "Yeah, yeah I'm here. And I'll do the fucking thing. Since no one else is able to."
You can hear the smile in his voice. "Great! I will send you an email with the details later on. Bye!"
You curse yourself out, mentally and physically as Izuku hangs up the phone. You let your head fall back, fake crying into the ceiling with your shoulders shaking and all.
Two weeks ago you were thinking of where to vacation on the two weeks you would have off during the autumn. Now you were seriously considering announcing to the media that you will resign from being a pro. How on earth did you end up in this predicament?
None of this shit makes sense, you think to yourself, and you do not mean the burned bread you were staring daggers into. It's like the universe's way of telling you that you're fucked, no matter how you put it.
Fine, if it is to be this way, so be it. You can handle it. You have handled a whole lot worse things than maintaining a stupid crush, like hostage situations, or active gun fire. Almost dying in the middle of the battle field as well.
This is a piece of cake.
-
Well, fuck this.
If this were a piece of cake, it would be those god-awful vegan ones you bite into because you thought were chocolate, only to realise that they are not once you start chewing.
The training part was fine, downright manageable by all aspects. The students were more capable than you would think, only needing a couple of attempts to take you down all together. You didn't even let your pride get in the way once defeated; they had come up with such a good plan that you were honoured to be a part of their training.
It was only after training when a student had suddenly collapsed and had to move to the medical bay. Apparently -like his teacher- he had pushed his limits one too many times, resulting in him fainting from overdrive. Midoriya had been kind enough, escorting him towards medical and offering to keep him company while the rest of the students get cleaned up. All go that resulting in you being left in a dingy old classroom to fill out a report.
Medical reports assessing the situation in which the student was injured during school hours. A bunch of fancy bullcrap that UA had added to avoid being seen as neglecting after the crap your classmates had to put up with all these years ago. What would be deemed 'unnecessary' back then was now considered bare minimum in ensuring student safety. It doesn't help with the hatred you have accumulated over the years for the school; it sits below your ribcage, simmering beneath years of therapy that had helped you understand everything that had transpired, and how it wasn't your fault. To say you were frustrated would be an understanding.
And if that wasn't enough, filling out these reports meant you were stuck in a suffocatingly small room with Aizawa. The one person you had fought tooth and nail to avoid while being here.
You sit on one side of the room, pen in hand as you check off the boxes in front of you. Aizawa sits in the other, already having finished the report and glancing at you every now and then, to make sure you are filling it out properly. He can detect the anger that you're feeling from miles away, imagining what your internal monologue must sound like right now.
What bothers you most is how cool he seems to be by your proximity. Here now in this poor conditioned 'incident report' room (as he had called it), before during your introduction to the students were he had stated how capable you are as a pro, during training where he watched you actively fight. He hadn't made one comment, he hadn't given you one look, not even a glance just to make sure you weren't hallucination the tension the two of you had the previous time you were together.
But; it makes sense.
If there was thing Shota Aizawa was good at, it was maintaining his professionalism no matter the circumstance. You remember it in the sports festival, how he managed to de-escalate a situation without raising his voice once. You notice it in the interviews, how he gives such intriguing answers that the reporter can't even try to rage-bait him. He was a mystery to be solved for sure,
were you so wrong in assuming that you had solved him?
"Seriously? Why is there a box that asks if I did it on purpose?" You mutter to yourself, grunting as you aggressively check 'no'.
"How would we know your motives, (name)?'
You don't miss a beat. "What other motive would I have other than educational enrichment, sensei?"
Instantly, the atmosphere shifted. You lifted your head up to look at him, really look at him, not those half-assed glances you kept throwing his way. He remained still in his seat, his muscular thighs draped one over the other , his arms crossed right above them. He was out of his hero suit which was a surprise, instead wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of tactical pants. Your eyes roam over his figure as his bore into your own. He doesn't speak for a moment, and you think you have gotten away with your little comment as you glance down on the half written report. Most of the boxes were covered in aggressive scribbles, and as you finally turn to the last page, your stomach drops to your ass as it requires at least two paragraphs worth of explanation in writing.
"Need help with that?"
Before you can even answer, he is already walking towards you. Dragging a chair next to you he sits, his broad frame doing little to calm down your heart. You can smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with his deodorant from the proximity, and feel your panties growing wetter by the second. His biceps flex as he reaches over to take the report from your hands, his own (way bigger and thicker than your own) fingers grazing the pages as he turned them. His eyebrows furrow as he analyzes the scribbles you have left all over the pages, and you swear you see a small smirk appear.
Dammit, now is not the time to be reminded of how attracted you are to him!
-
Shota can hear the internal dialogue you are currently having in your head as he sits down next to you. He can see the way your eyes flicker to his bicep, how your cheeks fill with color as you take in his appearance. Your eyebrows crinkle because you are so deep in thought, probably arguing with yourself. His own mind is replaying the conversation from before that he had with Midoriya.
"I will go with him. You stay behind and finish the incident reports."
"you sure, kid? I don't mind-"
"Oh, but I do. " Midoriya had said, already having made the decision. He had sent his remaining students to their classroom, and it was just them in the hallway.
"I hear that B5 is available by the way, if you need some privacy to get them done." He adds.
Shota freezes for a minute. B5 was the only classroom in the building that was unused by everyone. It's camera system was down. "why would I need privacy, kid?"
"Oh, y'know. Usually everybody has to fill out a report. Even the involved heroes." Midoriya says with a small smile. He turns and walks away, leaving Aizawa speechless in the hallway.
Now Shota was left here, with you, knowing that Midoriya knows. And if he had known and wasn't against it, doesn't that mean that he is free to go?
No, Shota. Control yourself.
Truth is that ever since that fateful encounter with you, Shota had been trying to come up with some kind of excuse, some kind of reasoning as to why this isn't such a bad idea. He had worked his brain into overdrive, trying to think of any possible solution that would allow him to have you. Nevertheless now, as he gets to look at you, and smell you and almost feel you, it seemed like time was running out for him.
Either he figured something out, or he would be forced to.
-
You are annoyed, and bothered.
Aizawa keeps looking at the fucking report like it will answer some kind of life changing question he seems to have. His eyes keep scanning the pages, over and over and over again.
You finally snap. "are you going to help, or just look at it?"
He looks at you. "You realize we can't use this, right? You need to be truthful in it." He says, gripping the paper.
Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets at the accusation. Your skin was too hot, your suit suddenly too tight, your mouth too dry, and now you were accused of lying on a official report?
"what the fuck are you talking about?" You yell, getting up from your seat, as if it will make up for how small you feel next to him. You can't be sitting down right now. Your skin is on fire and you need something to extinguish it.
"You checked that it was unavoidable, when it was completely so." He says, utterly unbothered by your theatrics.
"That's because it was! How was I supposed to know that he would collapse because of quirk overdrive?"
"Maybe if you hadn't given a speech about surpassing your limits, he wouldn't have gone into overdrive. He would have stopped when he knew it was all he could handle."
"Or maybe you could do your job, and make sure your students are following correct role models, and not you."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
He has stood up as well now, your chests heaving and your breaths mingling by the proximity. He is close, too close but you don't seem to care. Not when you have a point to prove.
"It means, that all you do is overwork yourself to the fucking bone. You don't eat, you don't sleep, how are they supposed to become better when they are being taught by you? How are you supposed to teach them healthy boundaries and limitations when you yourself don't have them?"
"You think I don't limit myself?" He growls, and all you can see are his eyes. The tension is rising, your heartbeat is reaching you ear drums but you don't care. Arguing with him is like a drug; you can't get enough of the fact that your words are affecting him so much. Right now all that exists are you and him, and you are planning on keeping it that way.
"Well, do you?" Your voice comes out breathless.
He laughs, a low evil laugh that tells you he doesn't find this funny.
"If I didn't limit myself, right now you would be bend over with your panties in your mouth. So nobody could hear us."
You breath hitches in your throat. Your head is dizzy at the thought of it and heat instantly reaches your cheeks.
"or better yet, I would shove my cock in your mouth to keep you quiet, after I fuck the attitude out of you." His hands sit on his hips, like he is discipling you,
You scoff, the fire in your belly evolving into fireworks at your bravery for speaking. "You're all fucking talk."
This is it, you think. He is going to back up at the last minute like last time and leave you dry and hanging. You can taste the disappointment in your mouth as you watch him closely.
But this time, Aizawa doesn't leave. He doesn't back up at the last minute, and doesn't leave you dry and hanging. Instead, his hands grip your hips, his mouth slots against yours, his chest pressing into yours as he kisses you.
You would think you were dreaming, if you didn't feel him actively bite down on your bottom lip, causing you to whine into his mouth. Your own hands tracing everything you can reach; starting from his cheeks downwards on his neck and then his broad shoulders, tracing the same pattern back up as you try to keep up his pace.
The kiss starts off as downright brutal, his lips unforgiving and his tongue seems desperate to make a replica or your mouth, because fucking hell you have never been kissed like this. Like it is the last thing Shota will feel before he dies, like he wants to makes sure to remember every last detail of your mouth against his. You gasp and you moan and he eats it all up, swallowing any sounds you make greedily.
His own hands start to roam too, going down your hips and over your ass, giving it a small squeeze that makes you moan into his mouth. When you finally part, a small string of saliva connects your lips together, and he holds your cheek with his palm to make you look at him.
And god if he isn't a sight to behold. Lips pink and swollen, covered in spit, eyes hungry and pupils so damn big you can barely see red. You are certain you look just as destroyed as he is.
"Tell me you want this." He asks, low and breathless as he holds you close, squeezing your hips as if begging you to actually want him.
"I want you."
"good." He says, and his mouth is on you again. He brings his arms behind your knees and forces your legs to leave the ground as he picks you up, maneuvering you how he wants before setting you down on the teacher's desk, lips not seperating as he does.
You fail in biting down a whine as he let's go only for a moment, but a spark lights up in your gut when you realize it was to unzip your costume. You help him with it and toe it off together with your boots, now being in just your sports bra and panties, which were practically useless considering just how wet you were.
He takes a moment to look at you, breaths uneven and you watch his cock practically jump in his pants. God, if you could see it with his pants on you can't imagine what it's like with them off.
"Hope you are not having a heart attack because you're seeing a girl naked, Shota."
"I'm not that old."
He kisses you, but this time only momentarily because his lips start going south; he sucks at your neck, before biting down on it, leaving marks along the way. He takes a pause over your breasts.
"Aren't you uncomfortable with this thing on? Heard these are a bitch."
"Yeah, but they're helpful. Wouldn't want me walking around with my tits out, would you?" You say, and remove the sports bra in an awkward fashion like everyone does.
Shota doesn't seem to mind. "Definitely not." he says, eyes trained on your perked nipples. He is standing between your legs as he takes off his shirt, the muscle beneath it making you lose your breath. His chest and abs are littered with scars from all these years sacrificing his body to help others. Some scars are bigger than others, some have a rougher texture as you feel them out with your palms. All of them look insanely beautiful you; a reminder of everything he has done, everything he has survived.
Before he gets to say some self-degrading joke like the ones you're used to, you swallow your shyness to speak.
"Jesus fucking christ you are so hot."
Shota's cheeks blush, and even his ears turn pink as he looks at you. To think that you, the most beautiful woman he has even laid eyes upon is admiring him like some greek statue; yeah. That's certainly an ego boost. You look at all of his scars like they are beauty marks, your hands ghosting over his happy trail as you follow one that starts at his right rib.
In an attempt to appear unfazed by your comment and your touches, he kisses you again, his hands gripping your breasts, rolling your nipples in between his fingers. He relishes in your moans as he does so, and once he feels you grinding down on his clothed erection, he has to bite down his own sounds.
He parts from the kiss, breathing heavily as you continue to grind down, and he swears if you keep this up he will come in his pants. So, in true 'avoidant' fashion he hooks his fingers over your panties, causing you to stop momentarily, and tugs down.
You are so wet, it's practically dripping. The fabric does little to conceal your arousal as it clings unto it when Aizawa tries to remove it. His breath hitches when yours does, the cool air hitting your pussy and making your suck in your stomach for a second.
The sight is one that would make any man fall to his knees. Your pussy is so pretty, Aizawa thinks his heart is going to beat out of his chest, he watches the prettiest hue of pink absolutely gush and gush as you seem to be getting wetter by the second. Your whines pull him out of his trance as his hands are on you once more.
"Sh-shota..." You whine, fingers grazing his pecs. Aizawa grips your wrist, and lowers your hand instead to your pussy.
"Touch yourself. I want to see how you do it."
"huh?" Your eyebrows furrow, confused but you listen to him nonetheless, utterly drunk by his kisses and his touch that your mind seems to have no reason to defy him when he seems to be giving you what you've wanted for the longest time.
You middle finger dips into your entrance, coating it with your juices, and you start to make slow circles on your clit. Your mouth falls open in an 'oh', and Shota watches, completely entranced as you try to make yourself come. You keep a steady pace, knowing what makes you feel good better than anyone else that has ever touched you, better than anyone that got to have you. He lets you work for it for a couple of seconds, but stops you as soon as he notices your thighs shaking. You mumble out a couple of whines, grasping at his hands that were gripping your wrists, before he drops to his knees, leg be dammed, and looks up at you.
and suddenly his tongue dips in your entrance, and he takes a looong lick all the way up to your clit. You moan loudly, fingers gripping his scalp as he works to get you to come on his mouth. His lips close in your clit and suck, before letting go and slurping at your cunt. The room is filled with the noises your cunt makes, and you blush at just how wet you seem to be getting. Your head rolls back, chest heaving as Shota keeps on making the same small circles that you were making not too long ago on your poor clit. The feeling is electrifying, making your breath come out in sharp gasps and your toes curl, and you don't seem to need much more to come.
"Shota- fuck, I'm gonna cum-!" You whisper, more to yourself than him, as if to warn yourself that it's gonna be big.
"mhm" he mutters on your cunt, hands gripping unto your thighs to prevent you from closing your legs. He doesn't change the pace of his tongue, since this seems to be working for you he keeps on at it, determined to taste your cum on his mouth. He is breathing through his nose -if he is even breathing at that pace- , his cock twitching in his pants at your pretty sounds.
seconds later you let out a gasp, and a high oh! as you're cumming all over him. Your thighs trembling as you do so, you have half the mind to bring one hand up to cover your mouth as you moan loudly. You half remember the fact that you're inside UA, in a classroom, with somebody you're not supposed to be here with.
as you come down from your high, you have to whine and tug at Shota's hair for him to release you from his grasp. You instantly kiss him when he comes up, tasting yourself on his tongue when he breaks the kiss.
"why the fuck did you do that?" he asks, voice low and causing your belly to warm up and your already fucked up breath hitch.
"wh-what?" you mumble, voice straining from all the yelling earlier.
Aizawa looks at you for just a moment longer, before gripping your ass and pulling you towards him, making you yelp as your bare ass is dragged against the wooden desk. One of his hands release you to tug on his belt, unbuckling it and then unbuttoning his pants. You are stuck; looking at him and admiring his physique, internally hyping yourself up because your dreams are finally coming true.
and boy, if this wasn't better than any dream you've ever had of him.
"let's get one thing straight before I fuck you through this desk."
He lets his pants fall down, not bothering to separate himself from you to actually remove them. His cock is practically ripping his briefs apart as it struggles to stay contained by the sheer size of it. You can make out the tip, and it's so much fucking pre-cum had leaked through that you can't help but wonder just how much does this guy cum?
and is it bad that you want him to fill you up with it?
your mind is hazy from your orgasm, or at least that's what you tell yourself to seem less desperate in this situation. Truth is you are so drunk by the feeling of him that post-orgasm or not your brain is repeating the same mantra over and over again- please touch him again.
"you are going to scream while I make you come on my cock, and I don't fucking care if anyone hears you. They will deal with me, got it?" He says and all you can do is stare at him, wide eyed with your mouth hanging open as small breaths leave you. He takes your chin in his pointer and thumb, his lips grazing yours.
"say you understand."
you nod, very subtle and the look in his eyes tell you it's not enough, "i understand."
"good girl"
he lets go of your chin, and tugs down at his briefs. His cock springs free, and you gawk at the sight.
he is big, but not only that he is thick. Pretty veins running down the shaft, with a pretty pink tip to make it the most pretty cock you have ever seen. His balls sit heavy bellow and oh boy if your previous wish were to come true you're certain you would be filled to the fucking brim.
taking your silence the wrong way when all it really was was admiration, Shota stops and looks at you, palm cupping your cheek. "we can stop if that's what you want."
If that doesn't just make your heart melt, you don't know what else will. "no! no, I don't want to stop. Please." You have never sounded so desperate to be fucked before but you don't care. You are simply too needy for his touch, too drunk on him to let the moment pass you without getting a taste. It would be like you finally found an oasis in the middle of the desert and not stopping to take a sip, fucking criminal.
"alright." he says, and turns to reach somewhere- probably to grab a condom. You stop him in the motion.
"I'm on birth control. Please, just fuck me, promise I don't have HIV or anything."
He laughs, a genuine laugh and guides the tip to your entrance. Your skin is set alight, and you hold your breath as he starts to ease into you. Slowly, to make sure he doesn't accidentally hurt you in any way. You grip his forearms for support, and gasp as you start to feel him easing his way inside.
God, he is so big. You have no idea if you are able to even fit all of him in, thankfully you are slick from your orgasm, your own cum mixing with your arousal so your ex-sensei can slide his cock easier inside you.
"hold on, pretty." He mumbles, and grabs the back of your knees to bring your legs up, the motion makes your torso lean back, and with one of Shota's hands guiding you , you were now laying down on the desk, with your legs on his shoulders. And fuck, he is so broad that the fact that your legs are on them makes them spread out even more.
"fuck, much better." Shota murmurs, before sliding inside you with one clean motion. The moan you let out is downright pornographic.
You feel so full, like any other dick that has been inside of you could never reach all the spots you have, but somehow Aizawa can. Your eyes are rolled back, and you let out a big sigh because you were holding your breath instinctively, like you were trying to keep the feeling of him filling you up in your memory. When you open your eyes, you see Aizawa's head hung low, his breath uneven and you are aware of the tight grip he seems to have on your thighs. You hear a weird sound when you realise it's coming from him, apparently set on grinding his teeth down to a paste. Your pussy clenches down on him, which makes him wince.
"fuck, don't- don't do that. Just, give me a sec." he says, legs trembling. Your eyes widen as you let out a breathless laugh, the wood beneath your back squeaking as you lift your head up to look at him. One of your hands comes up to graze his pecs, and your teeth glisten as you smile up at him in the realisation of the situation,
"Shota, are you gonna cum from just being inside of me?" You feel his cock twitch at your words, your own voice strange to your ears because you have never heard yourself sound so syropy before. Your nipples perk and taste the soft breeze that comes from somewhere within the classroom,
"sh- ah shit, shut the fuck up. Just need a minute." He says, utterly destroyed by just feeling your pussy clamp down on his cock. Suddenly, there are footsteps outside the classroom. Voices, too. You both freeze, after it takes you a minute to catalog it, and Aizawa's blood runs cold when he realizes just how catastrophic it would be if anyone were to walk in right now. You are both naked to the bone, your legs on his shoulders as he is balls deep inside of you- his ex-student who was supposed to be filling out a report.
The footsteps are getting louder and louder, approaching you two when you hear the voices more clearly.
"They should be done by now. Besides, we need the reports."
"They are lengthy reports. principal! I- I am sure, if you just give them a minute-"
"Nonsense,"
Aizawa's heart has reached the bottom of his ass when he hears the doorknob twist. He is certain that is the end of him, no more meetings, no more teaching. Hell, no more leaving his house. This signals the end of his career. Not only did he have sex with a former student, he had the audacity to do it in school grounds-
Except there is no yelling, and no cussing. And he is pretty sure he is sitting instead of sitting up straight, and when he opens his eyes, he is not in UA. He blinks, cock still inside of you, so warm and perfect he could just cum from the sensation, and realizes you teleported them. To your room.
"you were saying?" You say, way too smug about the save you just caused. You were now on top of him, knees at either side of his hips, your palms sliding from his abs to his chest, and back down to support yourself. The sheets rumple from underneath you, the bed much more comfortable than the desk you were previously on. You roll your hips, once, twice, moaning at the feeling of him, when you lean down to whisper.
"I've waited way too long sensei, to not have an escape plan just in case"
Shota's head drops back on the bed, his breathing uneven and his hands find refugee on your hips, gripping them as you start to pick up your pace. "jesus- how many times, fuck- have you thought about this?"
He groans, the feeling of you wrapped around him being too much for him to handle. Your own breathing is starting to pick up from on top of him, and he has half the mind to open his eyes so he could look at you. You look utterly beautiful, like the gods decided for once to be kind to him and bring you to his life; like this is his repayment for everything he has endured in his entire life. Hair wild and free, your nipples perked and your face scrunched up from pleasure. You keep on rolling your hips, occasionally picking yourself up just to drop back down, just to feel him in and out of you, reminding yourself just how deep inside of you he can reach. The scenery is like no other; your own pretty sounds that keep falling from your lips, together with his panting fills up the entire room. Shota's happy trail get coated in your juices, your cunt so slick from taking him that it's making him dizzy, his own balls suddenly feeling so heavy he could barely breathe.
"shota, fuck!- feels so good.." you moan, now bouncing up and down his cock with s steady rhythm that makes Aizawa's head roll back and his eyes to close.
And that's all it took from him to cum inside of you. His orgasm hit him like a train, unforgiving and without a chance to even attempt to keep himself from cumming just to feel you a little longer.
Not even giving you a warning- hell even he didn't get a warning- he stilled his hips, cum spurting inside of you, filling you up while curses fell out of his mouth. He had to grip your hips with inhumane strength just to get you to stop rolling your hips against him, the pleasure driving him into overstimulation.
"shit, I'm sorry, sorry-didn't mean to come inside-"
You shush him up with a long kiss, tongue included, as you let go of his cock. It plops against your mound before falling beneath you. This doesn't seem to disencourage you in any way as you keep on kissing him, separating from his mouth only to trail your lips south. You leave little bites and hickeys all along his neck and collarbone- marking him up, littering his skin with your own mouth.
"mm- you sound so pretty when you come."
Fuck, you are going to drive him out of his skin, he thinks and feels his cock hardening again in speed record amount of time. Shota groans, his hands traveling from your hips to your waist, using it as leverage to flip you the other way around, softly letting your body go onto the bed. You look up at him, at how he is still trying to catch up his breath from his orgasm, how he leans his head to hide in the crook of your neck, before your gaze falls down to his semi- hard cock.
"do you say stuff like that to all the guys you sleep with?" he asks, and if you didn't know better you wouldn't be able to assume that there is jealousy in his words, but you do know better, and you smile at his words, biting your lip.
"only if they behave" you giggle when Shota shoots you a look, your hands holding his cheeks as you bring him down for a kiss. He obeys immediately, so greedy for your touch and the feel of you that the remark is already pushed down to a distant memory. He thinks he needs another minute of just holding you, kissing you before he is back at the game, but a small glance down to your pussy, at the way it's leaking his own cum from deep inside where he was, makes his blood run hot in his veins. His cock instantly jumps up, eager to feel you again and he doesn't ask this time, just brings one arm to your leg so he could position you the way he wanted, and then he is easing inside suddenly.
"need a minute old man- oh!" you gasp,feeling your leg being lifted up, the tip of his cock being already so thick, it makes your back arch as you are way too impatient for Shota's gentleness. You hum in delight as you start to feel him inside you again, and your fingers reach for his back greedily, denting the soft skin from the pressure you're applying.
"so fucking tight, made just for me, hm?" he asks, and you can't help but nod, his cock nestled deep inside, so deep that you can feel him teasing your g spot, before he takes it out and shoves it back in. You mewl, mouth open as your hands work on marking up his back, your eyes glancing at the red and purple bites he has adoring his neck. The sight and the thought and the fact that you are the one marking him up, that you litter his skin with scars that will take days to get rid of, and the fact that he is just letting you is making you so hot that you squeeze your eyes shut and just let the feeling of his cock push in and out of you consume you whole. The next few moans you let out are his name, the only thought feeling up your mind being him, and only him.
Shota seems to be having none of it, his lip grazing your ear, bringing his tongue out to suck and lick at the spot right behind it, heightening your sense of hearing so much, you might come just from his voice alone.
"keep your eyes on me pretty. Want you to remember what it's like when I'm inside you" he mutters, your eyes opening slightly just because of the command. He is right above you, body caging you whole and abs grazing your tummy anytime he rolls his hips. He is so close you can see the sweat forming at his hairline, his eyes that look more black than red upon seeing you. Your hands scratch at his back hard, but he doesn't seem to mind. "there you go, tell me it feels good princess"
His thrusts slow down, and instead focus on plunging in deeper and harder rather than just hitting against you fast. The new pace sparked something deep inside of you, and the change is instant once you feel him hit even deeper than before, your legs loosening up from around his waist.
"oh, f-fuck, that- feels so good shota-" your mind is in shambles, your mouth blabbering and spitting our nonsense as he drives into you in a devastating pace that makes your whole body flare up, you want to whine, want to tell him to go faster but he hits your insides so deep, it satisfies you on a whole other level. Your back arches, your own ears not even processing the sounds Aizawa seems to be making on his own before his pace stops all together and he pulls out. Your eyes instantly snap open, and a loud whine leaves your mouth because you were so close you could taste it in your mouth. Shota shushes you with a deep kiss, before lifting you up and rearranging you both so your back is against his chest, and he is sitting upright against the head board. His legs are spread out to fit you in between them, his knees bend for leverage as his hands are found underneath your kneecaps, bringing your legs up. You whine, head leaning back against his shoulder as you wait for your reward for being good.
"sh-shota-"
"shhh baby don't worry, I'm gonna make you come on my cock, alright?" He whispers in your ear, and you feel yourself pouring over his words. His cock nudges at your entrance, your own fingers reaching down to make yourself line up your entrance with his cock, frustrated when you can't get it first try because of how soaked you are.
Finally, Aizawa's cock settles inside of you, hitting all those delicious spots it was hitting before and you allow your head to fall freely back unto his shoulder. You let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of being full again, before he starts moving from behind you, gripping at your legs he easily bounces you up and down from his thrusts, as if your weight is nothing for him. You move up and down, utterly cock drunk as you allow him to take control.
Moans and cusses keep falling from your lips, your mind turned to a mush by his thrusts as he continues to use that same goddamn rhythm from before. Your toes curl, your hands grip at his forearms that are used to keep your legs spread out, and you only praise him as he fucks you so so sensually you think your mind is going to combust from the pressure.
"yeah? Just like that? You like it when I'm deep?" He asks, mockingly, a groan falling from his lips when he feels your pussy clenching around him at his words. He doesn't even need the confirmation; your moans have turned from loud and surprised to low and deep, and he recognized the change in tone is because you're nearing your orgasm. The room is filled with the scent of sex; the soft clapping and the noises your juices make make him glad you had the mind to teleport the two of you out of UA. You two would have been so loud, so nasty, that no matter what you would have been caught. Thank god you have thought about this so many times already that you had found an escape route way before.
The reminder makes his breath leave his body. The reminder of how many months it's been since you've both been wanting this, wanting to feel and to taste each other on your mouths. How many nights he stayed up drunk and lost on the though of you
and now, he had you bend, legs close to your head as he fucked you from behind, his mouth near your neck column and your ear, not even trying to cover his own sounds, your moans concealing them either way. Your head has fallen back to his shoulder, your fingers pressing into his forearms to try and anchor yourself from anywhere possible.
"oh, oh!"
"that's right. You gonna cum on my cock beautiful? Wanna feel you come all over me, pretty." he says, his own voice cracking as he is trying to maintain his composure. He keeps the same brutal pace, slow enough to make you want to beg but deep and hard enough to make you forget you even had any complaints to begin with. You let out a sharp gasp, you face scrunching up in pleasure as you feel your orgasm creeping up on you.
"shit, im gonna- im gonna come all over your cock-"
"that's it, wanna feel it. Wanna feel you come all over me, come on then, cum"
And that's all you need to hear before you're cumming, your mouth falling open in an 'oh' as your orgasm takes over your entire body. You're shaking as you do, your vision turning white for a second as you yell out from the pleasure. Litteral sparks are happening in your back as you keep on panting and moaning, and Aizawa groans as he feels you clamp down on his cock.
"fuck, you're so fucking perfect" he says, teeth biting down on your shoulder, and with a few sharp thrusts he spills inside of you for the second time this evening.
it takes both of you an entire minute of panting and shaking through your highs, trying to calm down before you move. Finally you get up, freeing yourself from Shota as he lies down with his hand over his eyes.
This is it, he thinks. Now you are just going to kick him out and say thank you for the sex. He listens to you as you go over to the connected bathroom, and waits for the faucet to stop running. It takes a minute or two and he frowns, opening his eyes when he sees you walk in wearing a huge t shirt you must have had laying around.
"you alright old man?" you say, voice soft despite your teasing. You notice him eyeing your shirt and glance down on yourself. "got a bit cold." You say, before sliding down unto the bed and climb on top of him again. You kiss him sweetly on the lips, taking your time savouring him before letting him go and getting up from the bed all together.
"come on. Water's gonna get cold as well." You giggle at your joke, and frown when you watch his confused expression. Aizawa licks his lips, sitting up to look at you.
"uh, I guess this is young people lingo to tell me to get out? Or-"
"what? Why would you leave?" You ask, bringing yourself down unto his level to look at him in the eyes. He looks at you and admits he made a mistake the moment he locked eyes with you. Your lips are puffy and red, your eyes watery from your orgasm earlier and your cheeks adorn the same pinkish hue that the rest of your body seems to have. "do you want to leave?" you ask him innocently, as if you are not causing him heart palpitations by just looking at his direction.
"no, I- assumed that we would have sex and then you would kind of kick me out." there is a beat of silence, "isn't this what you wanted? Fuck me once and then... 'ghost' me, or whatever?"
"I'm not even gonna comment on the fact that you know what ghosting means. " You start, laughing when he presses his lips into a thin line. "I mean the sex was great but I kinda was hoping for.. more? I don't know, I mean we would have to talk about it, and make decisions about the media and the hero society, and rules and regulations in UA -i don't even know if this kind of relationship is allowed- but I kind of- whoah!"
In the middle of your small rant, Shota had gotten up, scooped you in his arms and was already heading for the bathroom. He set you down on the sink, and gripped you shirt to remove it once he noticed the bathtub was full of water.
You stay stunned for a moment, letting his hands guide you as you remove your shirt, let him remove his prosthetic and soon enough you are both inside the bubbles the water has already formed, once again with your back against his chest. You lean into him, and wonder how you have survived all these years without his touch, because now you can't get enough of it. He seems to be going through the same revelation.
"so, this means you're staying for dinner as well?" you ask, grabbing the soap, while Shota is occupied with leaving soft kisses on your shoulders, his strong arms wrapped around your waist.
"and who said I'm leaving?" he says, much too confident for a man who was sure you would kick him out as soon as you milked him dry.
"oh? Don't you have class tomorrow? The day is almost over y'know." You ask with a giggle as you drag the soap over his leg.
"as far as I'm concerned, this isn't over. "
you giggle and turn around to kiss him. "and it will never will be."