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Teacher’s Pet

AizawaxBlackFemReader

rating: nsfw 18+

warnings: possessive!reader, married!aizawa, perv!aizawa, breeding, unprotected sex, restrained, UA college but uniform still in effect

inspo: teachers pet by melanie martinez

it started off very innocent-like, a suggestive glance here, a lingering touch there. something light and easy to digest.

but very quickly it had developed into this horrible greed that harboured deep inside of you. this possessiveness that was even starting to scare him.

your uniform skirt was shorter than usual today. you opted to wearing the skirt from your high school days. you were in the mood to cause some trouble.

your hair was a deep blue and you had your hair longer than usual. it reached down to your lower back, pin straight as it swing side to side with every swish of your hips.

you were one of the last people to filter into the class, on purpose of course. you walked down the front of the class and down the middle but not before acknowledging him.

“sensei” you nodded with a small smile, dragging his attention. his beady eyes dragged up your figure and he did his best to keep his composure as you sauntered down the row between the desks. the flimsy material of the skirt barely reaching below your ass cheeks. he could feel his heart rate increasing and he knew what you were after.

you winked at izuku and he nearly melted in his spot as a blush settled into his cheeks. he wasn’t a stuttering idiot like he was in middle school but you knew how to tule him up when need be.

you walked by bakugo as he scoffed and mumbled something under his breath. you took the seat next to him and looked at him.

“what? something the matter?” you asked as you unpacked your books. he side eyed you and shook his head.

aizawa began his lecture, trying not to stare at you for too long.

you twirled your pencil around your fingers as you kept your eyes trained on him. he really was delicious. he didn’t work out often so his body wasn’t exactly built like the rest of the hero’s but you liked it better that way.

you tried to ignore the feeing that settled into your chest as he waved his hands around and noticed that stupid little band wrapped around his ring finger. the sight of it alone made you sick to your stomach.

you wanted to throttle that wife of his. she often visited him during his lunch break and it irritated you to no extent. he was at work, the last thing he needed was that distraction, coming to knock him off focus.

he split everyone up into groups to work together with the problems he was assigning to everyone. he took a seat back behind his desk and closed his eyes as he resumed his usual stance in the classroom. everyone began to discuss the mini-assignment and you looked over at your group members.

bakugou and izuku were currently arguing over who was best fit to do a certain section and you took the time to talk to mina about the latest package of clothes you got.

izuku called your name and asked for your input on something. you looked over to the front of the class to see his eyes fluttering open, your name pulled him out of his slumber. you smiled to yourself and stood up from your seat to walk over to him. you bent over and tried to hold onto the bottom of your skirt as it lifted up.

aizawa felt his jaw tensing as you bent over. he could see the way your thong was tucked in between your cheeks. he knew that if he pressed his thumb just right he could see the outline of your puffy lips. you were aggravating.

he stood up and before he knew it he was standing beside you and tugging your skirt down with a force that made you stand right up. no one was made the wiser as you sweeped the room before looking up at your professor.

“anything you need midoriya?” he asks, voice thick with sleep and you wanted to wrap yourself up in it. you wanted to snuggle into his chest and feel the vibrations that are released with every sentence he speaks.

“no it’s okay, y/n figured it out for me” denki calls him over and he leaves your group without casting you a single glance. you try not to follow him with your eyes like a lost puppy and opt to looking down at the piece of paper with instructions.

bakugo notices your unease and looks over at his teacher to see that he’s unbothered. he shakes his head and continues with the homework.

it doesn’t take long before the bell rings signalling the end of class. everyone rushes out ready to go eat downstairs but not you. no, instead you take a little longer to pack your bag, dropping a couple of books on the floor and organizing them to place into your bag neatly.

aizawa places his forearms on the desk as he stares at you intently. his eyes half lidded as he glares at you. you stand up from your seat and walk towards him.

“need something sensei?” you ask sweetly. your voice sounds like honey and he hates that he enjoys the sound of your voice. everything could be so much easier if your voice was annoying.

“lock the door” is all he says and who are you to deny the order of your lovely professor.

you walked back from the door and stood in front of him. he pushed up off of his desk and stood to his full height. he hovered over you with a presence that made you feel so insignificantly small. you looked up at him through your lashes with your hands behind your back.

“your skirt is a violation of the uniform” you bit the inside of your cheek an shrugged your shoulders.

“does it bother you sensei? does it bother you that my skirt is so short?” you asked and gasp as his hand comes down to grab at your bare ass. his fingers grasp your skin causing you to stumble forward into his chest. you try to stable yourself as your hands outstretched themselves to hold onto his middle.

“of course it bothers me. you’re my student l/n” you pout at the use of your last name. both of you were way past the pleasantries.

“is that all i am to you sensei?” you ask, prodding at him slowly.

“yes” the answer broke your heart but you were determined to drag the truth out of him.

“sensei, i never took you for a liar” the side of your lip quirked up and you dropped your book bag.

you pushed at him but he didn’t budge. you grasped his wrist and removed it from your body.

“you’re so mean sensei, you toy with my feelings all the time” you fake sadness in your voice. you walk past him settle on his desk. you lean back on your hands that hold onto the edge of the table.

you cock your head to the side and blink your pretty eyes to him. he didn’t move from his spot.

“you know what this is y/n,” you rolled your eyes, you knew what a lecture sounded like and you didn’t want to hear it.

you lifted your hand and waved him off.

“i don’t want to hear your word vomit, i have a wife and kids, this is wrong you’re my student, this would be an abuse of power, just don’t” you imitate his voice and hop on top of his desk.

you open your legs slowly and loosen the tie around your neck.

“it’s always the same thing sensei. and every time this conversation ends with your come leaking from my hole” his fist clenched and released because you were right. he had no self control when it came to you. he was powerless against your hold.

“not this time” he strangled out and you couldn’t help but snicker.

“why? because you love your wife so much? hm?” you asked but he looked away from you. there we go.

you hoped down and walked towards him.

“tell me something sensei. when your balls deep inside of my cunt, groaning into my ear about how i’m ‘such a good girl’ for you are you thinking about how this love affair affects your marriage? cus i’ll be honest, i don’t think you are” your hand glides up his body and comes to settle on his chest. you can feel the thumping of his heart beneath your palm.

“this isn’t a love affair” he argues and you chuckle. of course he focuses on that part.

“oh but it is. it is a love affair because you love me just as much as i love you sensei” you tell him and he shakes his head. he can smell your sweet perfume filtering into his nostrils and he tries to block it out before he falls under your spell.

“you’re insane” the word sparks an anger deep inside and your eyes flare up.

“insane. i’m insane for telling the man that i love about how i feel? i’m insane for being honest on how he treats me like i’m some trash he can just throw away whenever i cease to be of use of him? i’m insane” your voice is starting to pick up and you grab the back of his neck.

“listen here shota and listen good. i may have started this but you’re the one who continues this. i never wanted a boost in my grades, all i ever wanted was you. you’re the one who continues to chase me because your marriage isn’t up to par—“

he grasps your throat and walks you into the dry erase board. your eyes widen at his tight hold and he glares into your eyes.

“don’t talk about my marriage” you relax a bit, knowing that he could never hurt you. you grab onto his wrist and move a bit so you can speak.

“if you love your wife so much then why do you come to my dorm room every time you two argue” you strain to say and he grips the side of your neck tighter. you smirk.

“you love to have me in secret but you flaunt your dotting wife in my face every other day”

“i don’t flaunt her, she is my wife so you just deal with it” he says and you shake your head.

“no i don’t have to do anything. it’s you who has to keep me happy sensei. i can ruin your life so easily you’d never see it coming” his eye twitches and you could feel yourself slowly lift up off the ground. you can feel the air minimizing into your lungs and you try not to panic.

“was that a fucking threat?” he seethes. he hates that look in your eye. the look you get when you know you have him in the palm of your hand.

“it’s not a threat—it’s a….promise” after a moment he lets you go and you double over in a cough fit. you try to regain your breath as he stalks away from you. you look up and gather your hair behind your shoulders as you stand up.

“i can’t keep doing this with you y/n” he says, not turning around to face you.

“fuck you! don’t you dare do this to me” you argue. you try to submerge your quirk as it tries to break free. you can feel your blood boiling and you try to focus on something else.

“look at me” you tell him but he doesn’t budge. you can’t help but let out a strained laugh.

“you wan to end things with me? then face me you coward” you roar but he doesn’t budge. you grab a stapler from his desk and throw it onto the ground.

he closes his eyes and tries to calm himself down. your throwing another one of your temper tantrums but he doesn’t want to resolve it the way he normally does.

“you don’t care about me right? so look me in the eyes and end this shit once and for all” you grab a file and throw it towards the desks. the papers come out flying and the sight of his papers on the floor makes him tick.

“look at me you asshole, for once you can’t look at someone in the eyes?!” you say as you grasp his binder in your fingers. he casts a glance at you and you smile evilly.

“there we go, now that wasn’t so hard was it” you ask before throwing the binder on the floor and kicking it away. he walks over to you and stands just a couple of feet away.

“tell me you don’t want me anymore” you grab onto the small framed picture of his turquoise headed wife off of the surface of his desk.

“tell me that you choose Joke, instead of me” he grabs your wrist and uses his lower body to press you up against his wooden desk. he grabs the side of your face and brings his own face down to you.

“i don’t want you anymore” your heart being broken into little pieces was interrupted by the heat of his mouth. you drop the frame and latch around his neck as he grabs the bottom of your thighs to hoist you onto the desk. you can hear the faint sound of glass breaking as the frame makes contact with the floor. oops. your hands hold onto the hair at the base of his neck as your crane your neck to kiss him.

“you don’t?” you ask breathlessly as he moves his mouth down the expanse of your neck. he nips and kisses roughly on your skin. you kick off your shoes as you hike up your legs on the desk.

“this, is the last—mm’time” he mumbles as he pushes you back onto hard surface. he kisses down your collarbones as he uses his fingers to work on the buttons of your button up shirt. you sit up slightly and rest your forearm behind you as he takes a handful of your boob in his legs hand. he sucks your dark nipple into his mouth and you can feel him rutting in between your legs.

“sensei” his other hand grabs onto your thigh and raises it to rest on his waist. he leaves your hard nub aching for more as he kisses down your middle. sucking lightly on your supple skin.

he looks up at you and pushed your short skirt up your hips. he pulls back and stands up. he holds both of your thighs in his hands and presses your legs onto your stomach so that your fully exposed to him. he rubs himself over your clothed pussy and groans at the wet spot spreading on the hot pink fabric.

“sensei” you grab his attention and snap him out of his daze.

“bury yourself inside of me” you whine as you arch your back and present yourself more.

“one last time” he says again and you nod. you know it’s not the last time. he can never stay away from you, no matter how hard he tried he could never escape you.

the wrapping around his neck comes loose as he ties your legs open to each side of the desk, it then slides up the expanse of your arms and secured them above your head so that you are immobilized. he grabs onto the thong and moves it over to the side. he licks his bottom lip as he sets his eyes on your glistening lips. he used his thumb to spread your slick all over. your hole flutters at his touch and he can’t help the feeling of hunger take over him.

he slips his thumb inside and moves it around slowly, opening your up. you let him in with ease, sucking his finger inside deeper almost.

“you’re a perv sensei” you whine as his thumb brushes against your sweet spot very lightly.

his eyes glance up at you but he doesn’t say a word. he continues his steady motion and dares you to continue.

“taking advantage of me, your student, like this? on school grounds too—have you, no shame?” your breathing is ragged as he removed his finger. he sucks the glistening thumb between his lips before undoing his utility belt. the metal drops onto the floor and he pushes the waist band of his pants off of his hips so that he can grab onto his aching length.

he strokes himself and you whimper as your eyes set on the throbbing length. your mouth waters and you want nothing more than to feel him gliding against your inner walls.

he grabs your hips and drags you to the end of the desk. he slaps his long cock over your pulsing clit. you clench around nothing at the tap. you bite your bottom lip as he coats himself in your slick.

“i took advantage of you? i forced myself on you? is that it? you didn’t corner me in my office after school hours? you didn’t beg and plead for me to look over your test scores even though you did incredible on that exam? you didn’t fall down to your knees and nuzzle your face into my crotch as you used your body to bargain for grades, hmm?” he’s teasing you now, gliding his member up and down your slit. his tip circling your entrance and you clenching down to suck him inside.

“you loved it sensei, loved having me at your feet. coming on the tip of your shoe as you made me choke on your cock. tears were streaming down my face as you came all over it. almost got it in my eye shota, remember?” you purr and he almost smiles at the fond memory. it’s all over now. it has to be.

“it was a moment of weakness. i’ll know better than to let me guard down with you” he slides in when you least expect it and you let out an unintentional moan. your wet heat envelops him whole, brings him in with a warm hug. a hug so sweet it nearly made him explode.

his hands come down onto the surface to settle beside your torso. his head hangs down and his head frames his face beautifully. you hate that your tied down or you’d force him to look up at you.

“who are you trying to convince…..me—or you?” his hips connect to your pelvis and he grinds up inside of you and you can’t help but smile at the feeling of him.

“shut up” he mumbled as he thrusts out only to thrust back in at a moderate pace.

“c’mon sensei, rough me up, know you want to. treat me like the pathetic student i am for falling for my teacher” you groan and his hand comes up to settle around your throat. his other hand grips your leg for stability as he fucks into you.

“you knew this wouldn’t last” he spits as he tosses his head back in pleasure. the sound of his balls hitting your ass fills his ears and he groans lowly.

“can’t hate a girl for dreamin’” you whimper as you feel his thumb come down on your clit. your stomach clenches and you can’t help but arch your back.

“you’re too young f’me” he stutters out and you bite your lip. you can feel your legs begin to shake and the way you clench around him drives him up the wall. he hunched over you as he feels the pleasure building.

he rests his forehead against yours, mouths open as they ghost over each other. your lips are inches away from each other and he moans into your mouth.

“i like my men older—mature” you stick your tongue out and he sucks the soft muscle into his mouth.

“you’ve been with more t-than me?” you try to bite back the smile that spreads on your lips.

“before yes, tried to find someone that could satiate the hunger i had f-for you,” you take a beat before continuing your sentence. your nails dig into your hands and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“n-no one could compare when i finally got you though..” you admit and his hips stutter at the remark.

“fuck—don’t” his mouth takes your prisoner and spit dribbles out of your mouth as he sucks on your bottom lip.

“don’t what? you’re the only one sensei. the only one for me aizawa” he smushes your face into the desk and rests his head against your temple. his thrusts are sloppy and the movement on your clit is proving to be too much even for you.

“d-don’t say it” he doesn’t think he can handle the confession. you’ve said it many times before but he’s never taken you serious. he doesn’t want to hear it because he knows he’ll never be able to leave if you say it.

“i love you sensei, please breed me. wanna have your kids” you confess and his hips still against you. he groans deeply and you can feel the vibrations of it against your chest. the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of you brings you over the edge. his hand around your throat tightens and the lack of blood flow makes you light headed. you constrict around him as he pumps you full of his come.

you let out an audible giggle as you feel his body slump over you. his breathing is ragged and you sigh. his bandages release you from its restraint and you stretch out your limbs, feeling the blood return to them.

you wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his back. your hands inch inside his shirt while the other massages his scalp. he closes his eyes as he tries to regain the power to remove himself from you. but he can’t. he doesn’t want to leave you.

“sensei” you sing his name and curl his hair around your index finger.

he lifts his head and grasps your chin. he guides his mouth towards yours and kisses you slowly. you moan softly and feel him stir inside of you n

“you’re still on birth control right?” he asks and for a moment you think about the best approach to the question.

“yes” you lie through your teeth and he kisses you again. his hands glided across your skin as he appreciated the feeling of you against him. he knew he wasn’t going to leave you. he couldn’t. you were too good to leave. the feeling of being buried in you was too good to live without. he knew he would never be satisfied if he ended things.

and nothing was going to get in the way of you getting your happy ending. nothing.

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