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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead/Midoriya_Izuku
  Character:
      Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead, Midoriya_Izuku, Class_1-A_(My_Hero_Academia)
  Additional Tags:
      mentions_of_present_mic_being_a_good_friend, iida_and_uraraka_show_up_at
      the_end_too, class_1-A_is_hella_thirsty_for_aizawa, izuku_gets_a_little
      jealous, and_also_has_a_bit_of_an_exhibitionist_kink, Teacher-Student
      Relationship, Love_Confessions, Dirty_Talk, Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Anal
      Fingering, Rimming, Creampie
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-08 Words: 4888
****** Summer Succulence ******
by deathbyspice
Summary
     Two hearts were about to burst for all the taboo reasons.
     “If this is what you really want,” Aizawa murmured, lips brushing
     lightly against Midoriya’s, “then I’ll only look at you.”
Notes
     Lately, I've noticed my writing having a theme with yearly seasons.
     My last Aideku fic featured rainy days in Spring and now this one
     with Summer...
     maybe I just really want Summer to hurry up so I can wear shorts
     outside again... /sobs
     not much else to say here except I just wanted to write some self-
     indulgent aideku smut with some love sprinkled in huehuehue
     DISCLAIMER: This is common sense, but since it needs to be explained
     to some of you, I DO *NOT* CONDONE RELATIONSHIPS LIKE THIS IN REAL
     LIFE. It's abusive and abhorrent behavior that needs to end; if you
     or someone you know is a victim of CSA violence, please report it and
     confide in someone. MY FICS AND ALL CHARACTERS IN IT ARE *FICTIONAL*.
     I do NOT need to list out my real life traumas and abuse to strangers
     on the internet to justify my love for problematic material. If you
     don't like teacher/student relationships or anything of the sort in
     your stories, that's fine, because ALL THE TAGS ARE RIGHT THERE. So,
     no complaining if you read what you don't like on purpose just to
     leave a rude comment because I'm not shy about blocking. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
     with that out of the way, please enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
The whirring of personal fans and air conditioning units could be heard
throughout the U.A. dormitory building as cicadas sang their songs outside. It
was an especially sweltering summer this year; rising temperatures and no signs
of rain for a while was the nail in the coffin for many students, resulting in
unbuttoned blazers and rolled up pant legs.
The weather was probably the most unforgiving to Aizawa Shouta.
Known for his completely black jumpsuit that covered everything except his
head, neck and hands, it was becoming difficult to keep on during the day. He
found himself rolling up his sleeves in the middle of lessons and tying his
hair up to cool off. It was definitely unprofessional to do it during class,
but fuck it if he was going to pass out from heat stroke.
His self-indulgent actions, however, had made him raise an eyebrow when he
caught a number of his students staring at him. He couldn’t figure out if
Yaoyorozu’s red face or Bakugo’s sweating were results from the heat or not as
he would catch them staring in his general direction. Despite that, he shrugged
it off for the time-being.
The confirmation for his suspicions came during homeroom earlier that day, when
he opened a class discussion about villains and their motives. As the class
talked amongst themselves and took notes from each other, Aizawa removed his
bandage weapon from around his neck, placing it on the desk.
Fanning himself off with one hand, he used the other to pull the zipper down
from the front of his costume slightly, stopping at the middle of his sternum.
It ended up revealing what small amount of cleavage he had from keeping himself
fit, but he figured it wasn’t that big of a deal.
Pulling out a hair tie from his pocket, he went to pull his hair up in a bun
when he realized most of the class had become silent. He looked up, hair tie in
his mouth, and saw that all of class 1-A had been staring at him again. Many of
their faces were flushed down to their necks and ears, some with hands clasped
over their gawking mouths. Aizawa’s eye twitched in annoyance and yelled at his
students to focus, much to their embarrassment.
It was only one week into the new season, but it was already a truly,
unforgiving summer.
--
As he pushed through another miserable, muggy night, Aizawa was in the midst of
taking care of the discussion notes he had accumulated during class. It wasn’t
the most ideal hour to do a stack of paperwork, twelve-thirty in the morning to
be precise, but all-nighters weren’t a new thing for him. He was a pro-hero
after all, losing sleep to protect the people and city he lived in came with
the job. Sighing, he rubbed his eyes and stretched in his chair.
“Another cup of coffee sounds good.” he mumbled to himself.
He grabbed his mug from his desk and walked over to the small kitchen area.
While he prepared another brew, and waited for it to finish, he rested his arms
on the counter and stared at his empty cup. It was a rather large, ceramic mug
of Hello Kitty’s face, her blank expression staring back at him. Present Mic
had given it to him for his thirtieth birthday as both a joke and a genuine
gift. Aizawa recalled Mic laughing, “You know, since you like cats so much!”
It was such a vicious contrast; a tired, disheveled, grown-ass man holding a
ridiculously cute Sanrio cup, primarily aimed at young girls. It didn’t bother
Aizawa, however. He didn’t deny his love for cats and the cup could hold a
great amount of coffee, so, in the end, it was a pretty great gift.
                                    
Aizawa stood straight up again and did a few overhead stretches. Jeez, he was
sore. At least he was able to dress in light garbs now; his loose grey tank
top, black shorts and white slippers felt cool against his body compared to his
hero outfit.
Knock, knock.
His arms fell to his sides as Aizawa’s gaze traveled to the front door. He
didn’t imagine that, did he?
Knock, knock, knock.
No, he didn’t. Who could be up at this hour? The students should have been in
bed long ago and there should be zero reasons anyone else would want to come
and bother him at this hour. Aizawa’s brow furrowed, suspicion in his gut
rising. He slowly walked over to the locked door and gripped the handle. “Who
is it?” he asked, voice raised slightly.
“Ah, um,” the person on the other end stuttered, “it’s Midoriya, Aizawa-
sensei!”
Midoriya? What in…
Aizawa unlocked the door and opened it, revealing it was indeed him standing
there. Midoriya was clad in a plain white t-shirt as well as loose, dark blue
shorts. His hair seemed extra fluffy, Aizawa noticed, and he was wearing the
complimentary dorm slippers all students were given. He supposed there would be
no point in putting on actual shoes since the dorms and his office were close.
Midoriya’s face was flushed (had he been running?) and his eyes were tinged
with uncertainty.
“Midoriya,” Aizawa said, “what are you doing up? It is way past curfew.”
“I…” the young boy started, “is it okay if I come in?”
Aizawa didn’t say anything but moved to the side of the doorframe, granting him
access. “Sure.”
Midoriya walked in the small office, the immediate brush of frigid air from the
air conditioning and the smell of newly brewed coffee hitting his face. He took
a large breath in and let it out as if he had just accomplished something huge.
“Go ahead and sit down.” Aizawa gestured towards the small couch on the
opposite end of the room. “Is everything all right?” Midoriya went around the
small coffee table in front of the sofa and sat down, eyes glued to the floor.
Aizawa didn’t like this. Midoriya wasn’t a super upbeat teenager like Denki or
Mina, but for him to be so quiet was concerning. Not to mention appearing at
his door so late at night, he must have had something important to talk about.
“Everything’s fine, sensei,” he retorted, “I just…”
Aizawa walked over to the tiny kitchen, preparing his coffee that had just
finished. He stayed quiet as he waited for Midoriya to continue on his own,
careful not to push him into saying anything he didn’t want to.
“It’s… it’s been really hot lately, hasn’t it?” he blurted out, mouth coiling
into a nervous smile. Aizawa glanced at him in confusion then back to his
coffee. “Yes, it has.” A flat reply.
Aizawa pulled another cup from the cupboard, filling it with cold water.
Midoriya gave a small, “Ah, thank you,” and happily accepted it. The U.A.
teacher pulled his desk chair over so he sat across from his student, the
coffee table dividing them.
“Is that all you came here to talk about, Midoriya, the weather? At twelve in
the morning?” Aizawa asked, bringing his mug up to his lips. Midoriya flushed
and his gaze met the wall.
“Er-“
“Because if that’s the case, then you’re going to have to leave. It’s late.”
Midoriya’s lips flattened into a line and he took another drink of his water.
“A-actually, there’s something I needed to get off my chest.” Aizawa placed his
mug down and crossed one leg over the other, his elbow resting on his knee and
his hand on his cheek. “Oh, yeah?”
“I feel like if I don’t say it then… I’ll really regret it. It’s been bothering
not just me, but,” Midoriya’s eyes traced over Aizawa’s crossed leg, his shorts
had slid down to reveal more of his toned thigh. A gulp escaped his throat as
he continued, “but it’s also been bothering the rest of the class too.”
Aizawa blinked. Was his class displeased with his teaching methods lately?
True, the heat could really get to his temper, and he would end up coming off
too strong and aggressive. “If it was my tone of voice during our lesson from
today, I’m sorry.” he admitted, “I shouldn’t have yelled. Sometimes the heat-“
“No, no, that’s not the problem!” Midoriya interrupted, placing his glass down.
“How do I put this?”
Aizawa waited and sat upright in his chair, beginning to untie his messy bun.
Midoriya watched him run his fingers through his dark, thick hair, and pulled
at the collar of his shirt, hoping for cool air to reach his chest.
“Aizawa-sensei, you,” he pushed himself to say, “you’re really attractive.”
Aizawa froze. His hair dropped down to his shoulders as he stared at Midoriya,
expressionless. “Excuse me?”
Midoriya’s mouth clamped shut and he hung his head low. Aizawa could tell his
student was blushing like crazy, his ears red as his green hair fell over with
him. The atmosphere had become suffocating at this statement, so Aizawa tried
to think of a way to break it.
“I don’t think there’s much I can change with my physical appearance,” he tried
to joke, but felt like it failed.
Midoriya’s looked up at him and raised his hands defensively. “Tha-that’s not
what I’m implying! It’s been extremely hot, so it’s understandable you needed
to cool off! Everyone has just been eyeing you whenever you loosen your
clothes… or when you tie your hair… the-the class was just really, well,
shocked when you unzipped your costume today… it was really…” he fell silent
and averted his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
Aizawa stared. Midoriya’s babbling implanted itself in his brain and he rubbed
his chin, fingers grazing over his light facial hair. Then, the corners of his
mouth curled up and he leaned forward.
“Midoriya.”
“Y-yes?”
“Are you jealous of your classmates admiring me?”
Midoriya’s eyes widened, his cheeks fading to a darker shade of red. He looked
like he was about to have a nosebleed, which slightly worried Aizawa. Maybe he
went too far.
“M-m-me?! Jealous?!” he laughed, a little too forcefully. “Wh-wh-what gives you
that idea, sensei?! That’s-that’s so ridiculous, hahaha! I mean, you-you’re a
hero! Why wouldn’t anyone admire you?!” At this point, Aizawa had stood up and
took slow steps over to where the other was sitting as he continued to rant.
“If that’s all, then I’ll make sure to dress appropriately from now on,” Aizawa
concluded, gazing down at the confused expression the young hero-in-training
wore. “Sorry about that. I’ll apologize to the class as well, tomorrow.”
He picked up Midoriya’s empty glass cup, ready to take it back to the kitchen,
when he felt a hand seize him.
“… ?” Aizawa stopped in his tracks and looked down behind him. Midoriya was
gripping his wrist, not uncomfortably tight, but enough to make him stay put.
His head was hung down again, almost as if he were ashamed, and mumbled an
inaudible sentence.
“What?” Aizawa placed the cup back down on the table and waited.
Midoriya’s breathing was shallow, as if he were about to jump off a cliff. He
could feel the sweat rolling down his temple, careful about his next choice of
words. If anything goes wrong, or if Aizawa reacted badly, he could just blame
the heat getting to his head and brush this whole night off. Yeah, that sounded
good. He felt like his heartbeat was loud enough that the man in front of him
could hear it.
This was the worst.
“I like you, Aizawa-sensei,” Midoriya raised his voice. “I… I don’t know why,
but when you get other people’s attention it’s like there’s a pressure in my
chest. It’s constricting, as if I can’t breathe! It’s as if…” Tears had begun
to prick at his large, green eyes, “… as if I only want you to look at me.”
Aizawa silently listened, mouth slightly opened, dumbfounded. Of all the things
he had on his agenda tonight, dealing with a love confession from one of his
top students was not one of them.
Midoriya limply let go of his teacher’s arm, wiping at his eyes. Aizawa knelt
down in front of him and brushed his green bangs out of his eyes. “I’m sorry,
sensei,” he whimpered. Jeez, he sounded pathetic, but heroes cry sometimes too,
don’t they? Probably.
The older man grabbed both sides of Midoriya’s face, forcing him to look into
his eyes. “You have nothing to be sorry about,” he whispered, “are those really
your true feelings?”
Midoriya nodded, sniffling while gripping on to the front of Aizawa’s tank top.
Despite the air conditioning being on, the room had become hot. Midoriya could
feel the room tilting not just from the new formed heat in himself but also
with how close his object of affection was. He felt like he just completely
ruined his relationship with his teacher forever. He was waiting for the
scolding from him, voice tinged with venomous disgust… but it never came. His
eyes wearily traced the outline of Aizawa’s jaw, perfectly sculpted with parted
lips waiting for the next move. They curved into a rare, warm smile, taking
Midoriya off-guard.
When had this warmth in his chest formed? Aizawa always had a soft spot for his
students equally, with only Recovery Girl being allowed to tease him about it.
But Midoriya Izuku was different. The nerve this kid had, to show up at U.A.
one day- zero control over his unknown, overpowered quirk- and completely sweep
Aizawa off his feet with his pure determination to continue training under him.
He was usually a very subtle man, making sure no one could figure him out.
However, even he was aware of how dangerously obvious he had been watching
Midoriya lately.
The curves of his thighs forming through his training uniform, the way his
chest went up and down as he breathed, his infectious smile when he
accomplished a new technique, his eyes that looked as If they held their own
colorful universe.
Those were the final ingredients to complete the forbidden fruit Aizawa had in
front of him.
He wasn’t stupid, and he definitely wasn’t ignorant to the fact that he had
noticed Midoriya’s lovestruck stares. He felt like it was partly his own fault
that it came down to this, being aware of the signs of teenage love yet not
confronting them in a healthy way. As a teacher, it was his job to turn down
student declarations of love gently; he understood what unrequited love was
like and wanted to help his students when it came down to that as well.
But he couldn’t follow the rules this time.
Two hearts were about to burst for all the taboo reasons.
“If this is what you really want,” Aizawa murmured, lips brushing lightly
against the others’, “then I’ll only look at you.”
At these words, Midoriya’s shoulders relaxed and his smile was like a brief
exposure to sunshine. Aizawa could have sworn he saw stars sparkle in those
forest-green eyes. He could feel a slight blush of his own hint his cheeks and
he closed the space between them.
The kiss was soft, warm and filled with longing. Aizawa’s fingers traced
Midoriya’s face and traveled through his wavy hair. The fluffiness he observed
from earlier must have been an effect from the humidity. He moved forward to
deepen the kiss, slowly, causing Midoriya to moan into his mouth.
Aizawa slowly stood up, careful as to not break the kiss, and opened his eyes.
He watched as Midoriya, below him, gripped on his shirt, his kissing becoming
hungrier with each movement. The older man felt a devious smirk form inside him
as he pushed his tongue into his student’s mouth. Midoriya let out a cry of
surprise and tried to reciprocate the action, clumsily sliding his smaller
tongue over Aizawa’s.
Midoriya couldn’t keep up with how inexperienced Aizawa was making him feel-
with each new sensation he felt in his mouth from their tongues dancing
together, his shorts had become much tighter. Aizawa pulled away suddenly,
leaving Midoriya’s mouth wanting more.
“You’re quite the desperate one, aren’t you, Midoriya-kun?” Aizawa teased, his
eyes filling with lustful desire. Midoriya’s face was completely stained red,
drool leaking messily out of the corners of his mouth, eyes cloudy. “Please,
Aizawa-sensei…”
“What is it?”
“I want-“
Aizawa could feel his own erection rising. Shit. Midoriya’s expression was in
the perfect state of want and it was irresistible. Before anything else could
be said, Midoriya greedily grabbed Aizawa’s thighs and pushed his face into the
man’s crotch.
“Gh- Midoriya-?!”
All of the boy’s hesitation left him as he nuzzled his face against his
teacher’s hardening member. Aizawa placed his hand against the top of
Midoriya’s head and ran his thumb against it. He grinned and panted, “You want
your mouth filled again, huh?”
Midoriya’s eyes were glossy as he kissed Aizawa through his short’s fabric. He
made direct eye contact with the man he was pulling himself against and felt a
rush of adrenaline fill his veins.
Fuck.
Aizawa gripped Midoriya’s hair, pushing him to move forward with what he
wanted. Without a second to spare, the problem child of class 1-A was pulling
at the shorts, Aizawa sighing as his hard cock was released and rested against
Midoriya’s cheek.
Licking his lips, Midoriya grabbed the base and licked upwards until he reached
the head. A soft grunt escaped from the man above him as he popped the tip into
his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it slowly, driving Aizawa mad.
“Fuck, Midoriya,” he pulled at the short hair below him, his cock pushing
further into Midoriya’s mouth. Letting out a surprised moan, his best student
lived up to his name and forced himself to take all of his teacher in. Aizawa
hissed, the sudden hotness of Midoriya’s mouth overwhelming his senses. He
watched as he bobbed his head up and down, saliva dripping and wetting the
entire length.
Unable to talk, Midoriya thought about how he fantasized about this for the
past few months. Ideally, he would have rather had done this sort of thing in
the classroom. It was a sort of kink, he later found out, the danger of getting
caught by another student or teacher exciting him terribly.
Now here they were. Aizawa’s personal office, right above the dorms where the
rest of his classmates were resting.
Midoriya reached into his own shorts and touched himself as he sucked off his
teacher. It may have been late, but anyone could still show up, just as he had.
The thought encouraged him to fasten his mouth as he enjoyed the sounds he was
making the older man release.
Aizawa felt his cock pulsate in Midoriya’s mouth, “Midoriya, I’m about to-!“
Midoriya gripped both of their cocks tighter as he kept his mouth firmly on
Aizawa. Did he expect him to cum inside his mouth? Aizawa gritted his teeth
into a grin at the idea and settled on it. He pulled Midoriya’s head towards
his groin and kept it there, feeling his climax hitting.
Midoriya felt the large, hot spurts of cum fill his mouth. He made sure to
swallow as much as he could, but there was just too much coming out. He let go
of himself and placed both hands around Aizawa’s hips that kept thrusting into
his mouth.
As he finished, Aizawa slowly pulled away from Midoriya’s face. The soft
squelching sound that was made when his cock left his mouth was beyond
satisfying. The young boy’s mouth was ruined, his lips red from sucking and cum
he failed to swallow spilling out and onto the floor. Aizawa grabbed Midoriya’s
chin and leaned down to kiss him again, lapping at the mess on his mouth.
“Aizawa-sensei,” Midoriya begged, out of breath, “more, I want more-!” With
drunken courage, he grabbed at Aizawa’s still-hard dick and began to stroke it
again.
Aizawa closed one eye in a sly, lazy wink and ran his hand through his long
hair. “All right, all right,” he gasped, “hold on.” He walked over to the desk
drawer and rummaged through it. Midoriya pulled off his shirt and saw Aizawa
return with a small bottle of lubricant.
His cock twitched and covered his mouth when Aizawa leered over him. “You
haven’t cum yet, have you?” his voice was seductively low as he slowly grazing
his hand underneath Midoriya’s thigh and squeezing his ass. Midoriya whined at
the touch and looked on as he saw Aizawa’s large hands slowly peel off his
shorts. He released a gratified-filled chuckle, “No underwear?”
“Mmn,” Midoriya’s eyes shot to the side of the room, “it’s… too hot for them…”
Aizawa hummed and ran his fingers over the teenager’s crotch, teasing him with
tender touches. Once more, he got down on his knees and spread Midoriya’s legs
wide open, completely exposing himself.
“Wah!” he cried. “A-Ai-Aizawa-sense-eegh?!” An abrupt feeling of something wet
penetrating him caused Midoriya to raise his voice a higher pitch than he would
have liked. He looked down and saw Aizawa’s face completely underneath him,
meaning…
“N-no way…!”
Aizawa’s tongue was inside him. He felt it exit and side all the way up his
scrotum and towards his dick. He felt as if he was being eaten alive by a wolf,
hungry for every inch of him. Aizawa spread Midoriya’s hole and went back down
on him.
Shit! Midoriya wanted to scream so badly, but he bit down on his lip. The
sensation of being rimmed was an experience- he didn’t think they would ever
get this far so fast.
Aizawa pulled away and squeezed a generous amount of lube on both Midoriya and
his own member. The sudden impact of a cold, gel-like substance made Midoriya
buck his hips in surprise, leaving Aizawa with a conceited look.
“If you’re so eager to get fucked,” he spoke, “why don’t you beg for me,
Midoriya?” With that, he easily slid a finger and then two inside him.
Midoriya’s hole was wet from Aizawa’s mouth and more than ready to take him,
but he didn’t want to just hand everything to his student. What kind of teacher
would he be if he did that?
Midoriya moaned and gripped the couch cushions. “P-please… Aizawa-sensei…” His
fingers began to fuck Midoriya faster, they were so close to his good spot, but
Aizawa was purposely staying at a certain angle to drive him over the edge.
Midoriya arched his back and wrapped his arms around Aizawa’s neck.
“Please, fuck me, Aizawa-sensei!” he begged, voice filled with desperation and
need.
Aizawa grabbed his throbbing dick and easily thrust into Midoriya, causing them
both to grunt and moan loudly in utter pleasure. “Damn it,” Aizawa growled,
“you’re so tight, Midoriya.”
“Ah, aah-!”
Aizawa’s hips went slowly, careful not rush too fast. “Let me know if it hurts,
okay?” he cradled Midoriya’s face again. “Remember to breathe, too.” Midoriya
nodded and dug his fingernails into Aizawa’s back.
I’m inside my best student,Aizawa thought, his thrusts picking up the pace, the
student who idolizes me so much. Midoriya felt his insides clench and tighten
around Aizawa’s large, hard cock, completely connecting them.
“Ah, sensei,” Midoriya huffed, “I’ve been thinking about this… every night,
I’ve thought- ah- about you fucking me like this!” Aizawa pulled Midoriya’s
legs up so that he was in between them. “Have you, now?” he asked. “Is that why
you got so jealous of everyone? Because of your little wet dreams about me?”
Midoriya mewled in response, Aizawa’s shaft becoming bigger during their dirty
talk.
“Do you think about me fucking you in class, wanting anyone to just walk in and
see me making you mine?”
“Y-yes!”
A laugh. “You’re already an exhibitionist at your age? Kids, these days…”
“I am!” Midoriya admitted, hiding his face in embarrassment, “I’m just a filthy
student who wants to fuck his teacher every day! I want everyone to know I
belong to you!”
Aizawa’s smirk grew wider and thrusted harder into Midoriya, his cries
indicating that he was definitely hitting his prostate. Midoriya felt his eyes
roll into the back of his head, his mind becoming cloudy as the wave of ecstasy
crashed down on him. His tongue lolled out of his mouth and Aizawa captured it
with his own mouth, kissing him deeply as he pounded into him.
Aizawa was about to reach his limit. He knew he had to pull out, but as he
fucked Midoriya into the couch, he saw how much of a mess he was making him.
The sight was truly one to behold- Midoriya Izuku getting fucked raw and
senseless, begging for more despite being close to release himself.
“Cum inside me, Aizawa-sensei!” Midoriya practically screamed, “Please! I want
us to cum together! I want to feel it, I want to feel it, I want it!”
Aizawa kissed the tears forming at the edges of Midoriya’s eyes and he rode
into him faster. Moaning and fast breathing filled their ears, the rest of the
world nonexistent around them. Sweat clung to their bodies, Midoriya reaching
to caress Aizawa’s toned abdomen and pectorals. Aizawa grabbed Midoriya’s
scarred hand and kissed it lovingly, entwining their fingers together.
God, he’s so handsome.
Midoriya suddenly saw stars. He moaned uncontrollably, his voice spilling out,
and felt Aizawa press his large body against his own. The thrusts slowly
started to come in stages, Midoriya feeling Aizawa’s cock shoot load after
thick load inside of him. Aizawa had bitten into Midoriya’s shoulder and he
could feel the verbatim from his elder’s erotic moaning rumble through him.
With each new pulse of cum leaking into him, Midoriya’s own cock twitched from
cumming, his juices dirtying his chest and stomach.
“Ahh, inside,” Midoriya exhaled, “Aizawa-sensei came… deep inside… there’s so
much…”
Aizawa grunted as he lifted himself up to look down at Midoriya. He slowly
began to pull out and when he stood up, a large amount of cum began to leak out
of his student’s hole.  “Ah, jeez,” he grumbled, “I may have overdone it.”
Midoriya sluggishly shook his head and slurred, “Tha’ was… amazin’…” He
couldn’t even speak at this point, he was completely wrecked. Their shenanigans
had left them completely drenched in sweat, the accompanying hot weather not
doing them favors.
The older hero sighed. Showering is going to be their top priority in the
morning.
Aizawa walked over to the small half-bathroom and grabbed two towels to clean
himself and Midoriya off with. The latter was totally limp, his breathing
slowly coming back to normal and his eyes were glazed over. Aizawa handed him
his towel but got no reaction. He huffed, throwing it on top of Midoriya’s
crotch to cover him.
“Do you need some more water?”
“Ah… hah…”
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”
Midoriya eventually picked up the towel and wiped himself off, using the last
clean side of the towel to clean the small area of the floor where cum had
spilled out earlier. He pulled his shorts back on and collapsed on the couch,
exhausted. Aizawa returned with another glass of cold water which Midoriya
downed in one go.
“You can sleep here, tonight.” Aizawa decided for him. “You can barely keep
your eyes open much less stand up.”
Midoriya lazily looked at Aizawa and made a noise in response, sleep already
taking over him. His teacher snickered in amusement, leaning down to Midoriya’s
eye-level and petting his hair. He tilted his head and kissed him on the lips,
gentle enough to not wake him.
“Good night, problem child.”
--
It was another brutal, sweltering day for everyone to suffer through; this
time, Aizawa had worn a plain black t-shirt with black pants and boots. It was
only the top he really changed, but he was already feeling a lot cooler.
“You’re all dismissed. Have a good rest of the day.” Aizawa shuffled the papers
on his desk while his class began to get up and leave.
“Hey, Deku-kun!” Uraraka chimed, bouncing towards her friend, “You never
answered Iida-kun’s or my texts!”
“Huh?”
“Yes! We were both concerned when you and Aizawa-sensei came in this morning
together!” Iida added, his hand gestures going wild as usual. “You’re not in
danger of failing, are you?!”
“N-no! Nothing like that!” Midoriya assured, a slight red coloring his cheeks.
Aizawa closed his eyes as he pretended not to listen to the conversation. As
Uraraka and Iida scolded him for not at least informing them where he had gone,
Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck and apologized. He promised he would meet
up with them later at the dorms and they went their separate ways.
The classroom was silent, save for the cicadas outside once again performing
their melodies for whoever happened to be around to listen. It was only the two
of them now, alone together.
“Midoriya.”
The erasure hero placed the stack of papers down on his desk and stood up as
Midoriya casually strolled over to him. Aizawa saw those same stars in his
favorite student’s eyes, the same stars that sparkled when he had accepted his
feelings last night. He pulled Midoriya close to his body, lifting his chin up
and purred against his lips.
“How about we act out that little fantasy of yours, today?”
End Notes
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