GuiseZombif1edSummary:Izuku has a private tutoring session with Midnight after school.
Notes:I don't condone relationships like this in real life.
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Chapter 1Notes:(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter TextIzuku tapped his pencil against his desk as he stared down at his schoolwork. His gaze was slightly far off, his mind elsewhere as he contemplated the interaction that he had a few hours prior.
Earlier that day, Midnight had called him to stay behind after class for a moment, wanting to discuss his grades with him.
To put it simply, Izuku had failed the test that they had last week.
He didn't really know how he had failed, but he did. Even his classmates who normally… struggled (to put it nicely) had passed it!
It wasn't like Izuku didn't understand the material either. He just… didn't study enough for it.
Izuku tried not to dwell on it.
When Midnight had offered to help him go over the material after school, Izuku immediately jumped on the opportunity being given to him, not wanting to fall behind the rest of his classmates.
Izuku snapped out of his musing when the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. He sat up and began to collect his things as his classmates chatted amongst themselves.
After Izuku finished gathering up all of his things into his backpack, he looked up to see his friends approaching him.
"Ah! I'll catch up with you guys later!" Izuku said, standing up as he swung his backpack over his shoulder.
His friends paused and looked at him with curious expressions.
Uraraka tilted her head to the side slightly. "Huh? Where are you going, Deku-kun?" she asked, curious.
"I'm supposed to meet with Midnight after school," Izuku explained. "She offered to help me out after I failed that test last week."
Izuku turned away from them to leave, only to stop to look over his shoulder when someone called out to him from behind.
"Oooh," Kaminari called out teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows at him.
Izuku frowned, looking at his classmate with furrowed eyebrows. "What?" he asked, nonplussed.
"A private tutoring session after school? That's like straight out of a porno, dude," Kaminari said, grinning at him with humor.
Izuku stared at his classmate with a blank expression as he took a moment to process his words. He immediately turned bright red as the implications registered in his head.
Kaminari bursted out into laughter after seeing his reaction, clutching his stomach as he doubled over. His laughter turned into a sudden high pitched shriek when Jirou stabbed him with her earphone jack.
Izuku tried to hide his face in embarrassment and looked down at his shoes, only to finally notice Mineta, who was looking up at him with an intense expression on his face.
"You're so lucky, Midoriya!" Mineta cried. "You always get the best opportunities. It's not fair!" His friend lurched forward to cling onto his leg as he complained.
Izuku rapidly shook his head, his face bright red as he tried to pry Mineta off of him.
"It's- it's not like that!!" Izuku yelped, feeling a bit mortified at it all.
Kaminari was still laughing at him even with the chastising from Jirou, while the rest of their classmates watched the scene with vague amusement.
Izuku almost burst into tears of gratitude when Iida stepped in and came to his rescue. His friend bent down in front of Izuku and pried Mineta off of him with a disapproving look on his face.
"This is very inappropriate! Not to mention, disrespectful to both our teacher and Midoriya!" Iida said, shooting Kaminari a pointed look over his shoulder as he reprimanded both of his classmates.
Izuku used the moment without their attention on him to try and compose himself. His plan was immediately foiled when Todoroki suddenly leaned down next to him. "I don't get it," he admitted.
Izuku was officially done with all of this. He was already going to be late and he was not going to be the one to explain this to his admittedly endearing, yet sheltered friend.
Izuku turned away to leave once again and was mortified when he noticed Kacchan side eyeing him.
The look that Kacchan was giving him wasn't exactly judgemental, but it was close enough that it left him flustered. Which really wasn't fair of him because Izuku hadn't even been the one to start all of this!
Izuku could only speculate the things that his childhood friend was thinking of him… None of which were particularly good. He had just begun mending his relationship with him. Izuku really didn't want Kacchan to think that he was some sort of pervert…
Izuku quickly looked away in embarrassment only to find Uraraka staring at him with an unreadable expression on her face. Izuku tilted his head at her as a silent question.
Uraraka blushed once she came back from her own thoughts, quickly looking away from him, seemingly in embarrassment.
Izuku watched in further confusion as Mina skipped over to Uraraka's side with a teasing look on her face. Mina leaned over and whispered something into her ear.
Uraraka looked at her with a bewildered expression on her flushed face, before pushing Mina away with an annoyed look.
Huh, that was weird. Izuku briefly thought, before brushing off the odd interaction.
His cheeks still felt warm as he waved his friends goodbye, reassuring them that he would meet back up with them at the dorms in a bit.
Izuku squeaked when a few more of his classmates made teasing comments towards him as he left. He practically ran out of the classroom in his embarrassment.
Izuku felt mortified as he walked down the crowded halls. His face felt hot and his heart was pounding in his chest.
He couldn't believe that he was getting so worked up over some lighthearted teasing!
He just couldn't get their comments out of his head. The thought of anything like that happening was…
Izuku slapped his cheeks hard enough to sting as he snapped himself out of that dangerous line of thought, vaguely aware of the strange looks from the passing students.
Izuku made sure to remind himself that Midnight was his teacher. Not to mention, she had gone out of her way when she offered to help him catch up and Izuku was making it weird!
The fact that he needed to calm himself down at all was telling of his current predicament.
Most boys his age would be lying if they didn't find Midnight attractive. It was totally normal for him to feel this way! Though Izuku could admit privately to himself that he actually found a lot of his teachers attractive, that wasn't the point.
The point was that these types of thoughts were completely normal to have, which helped him feel just slightly better about it all.
Izuku was so focused on trying to rationalize his troubling thoughts that before he knew it, he was standing just outside the entrance of Midnight's classroom.
Izuku dragged his hands down his face with a low groan, taking a deep breath as he mentally prepared himself for the complicated situation that he had found himself in.
After a bit more stalling, he tentatively reached out and knocked on the door, pausing for a moment before sliding it open.
Midnight looked up from her desk in mild surprise as she noticed him from where he stood awkwardly in the doorway.
"H-hi, um, sorry that I'm late," Izuku apologized, giving a slight bow in her direction.
Midnight waved him off with an easygoing smile. "I'm just finishing up grading some papers for one of my other classes. I'll be ready to help you in a minute, if that's alright?"
"O-oh, um, that's fine," Izuku said, not quite knowing what to say.
He suddenly felt tongue tied around her, something that hadn't been an issue for him up until now, much to his dismay.
Izuku blamed the earlier teasing from his classmates for being so off balanced in this situation. If Izuku was being a bit more honest with himself, it was also partly due to the fact that he had never been alone with her before.
It was somewhat intimidating.
"You can sit right there," Midnight said, pointing to the desk closest to her own. She still had a placid smile on her face despite his awkwardness.
Izuku cringed at himself as he realized that he was still standing in the entrance of the classroom.
"R-right."
Izuku closed the door behind him, and sat down at the desk she had pointed to without complaint. He quickly took out his things from his bag as he desperately tried to switch gears and focus on his schoolwork.
It didn't take very long for him to become frustrated with it.
Izuku groaned under his breath. He bit down on his pencil to get rid of some of the irritation brewing in his gut. He already knew all of this and he didn't understand what he was missing!
It also didn't help that he was still being plagued with intrusive thoughts.
Izuku hesitantly looked up at his teacher, his eyes trailing down her body. Her tight latex bodysuit clung to her figure and accentuated her curves. He bit his lip as his gaze trailed back up and lingered on her chest.
The material hugged her breasts and the black harness that contrasted with the white latex made sure it had your attention.
Izuku snapped his gaze back down at his schoolwork when he realized that he was staring. His face heated up as he mentally chastised himself. She was literally just sitting there, and he was being a creep about it!
He really needed to get a grip.
After a few more minutes of struggling, Izuku chanced a glance up from his homework again. This time he ignored his blatantly horny thoughts and took note that Midnight was still working on whatever assignments she needed to grade.
Izuku hesitated for a moment, biting his lip as he mentally prepared himself.
"Kayama-sensei?" Izuku called out somewhat meekly. "Could you, um, help me with this question?"
Midnight blinked up at him in surprise before smiling. "Of course!"
Midnight stood up and neatly gathered up the papers she had been working on before putting them inside her desk. Her heels clacked against the porcelain flooring as she walked toward him.
She walked a bit past his desk to stand behind him and leaned down beside him to have a closer look at his paper.
Izuku's breath hitched and he immediately flushed at the close proximity. Her chest was so close to his face. If he turned his head, even slightly, his face would be pressed between her b—
He quickly cut off that line of thought.
Stop it! Stupid hormones!!
Midnight shifted slightly as she pointed at something on his paper, her breasts brushing against him.
Izuku's breath caught in his throat. His entire body felt flushed now.
Izuku knew that Midnight was still speaking to him, presumably about the assignment, but he couldn't focus on anything she said.
His heart was beating out of his chest.
Izuku didn't know how to tell Midnight to stop without making it awkward! She didn't even know what she was doing to him. Izuku was getting worked up over nothing!!
She doesn't mean anything by it!
Izuku squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to dispel his inappropriate thoughts.
"Midoriya?" Midnight asked, her voice soft. "Are you alright?"
"Yes!" Izuku yelped, jolting in his seat. His knee slammed against the bottom side of the desk and he bit down on a curse. His grip on his pencil tightened. He didn't dare look up at her as he tried to hide his burning face.
Izuku's mind went blank when Midnight pressed herself further against him. A strand of her hair tickled his cheek as she rested her head against his own.
"You're so tense," Midnight cooed, her lips brushing against the rim of his ear as she spoke in a sweet, low tone.
Izuku suddenly couldn't breathe. It was as if all of the air had left his lungs.
"It's okay," Midnight murmured. "You can relax around me."
Midnight slid her hands up both his arms and began to rub circles into his upper arms and along his shoulders. She briefly played with the muscle there before sliding her hands underneath his arms.
His breath hitched when Midnight wrapped her arms around his middle.
Izuku bit down on his bottom lip as she reached up and dragged her fingers up his clavicle and then back down his chest.
He gasped when she suddenly groped his chest, before she squeezed and pinched his nipples through his shirt.
"Ah!"
Izuku cried out in shock, arching his back against the touch.
Midnight let out a small laugh at his reaction and Izuku felt her smirk as she pressed her lips against the side of his neck.
He couldn't find the courage to speak. Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes both from fear and from being overwhelmed by her touch.
Midnight paused her groping of his chest, sliding her hands down, trailing them down his stomach. Izuku felt his heart sink as her hand didn't stop there.
Her hand froze when she reached his crotch.
Izuku couldn't help but feel mortified. She must've thought that he had a…
His face burned with shame.
Just as he thought that she was going to stop from newfound disinterest at the realization, she continued after her initial surprise.
Midnight used two fingers to press against his clit through his pants.
Izuku gasped at the sensation and his back arched as his hips bucked against the touch. His legs spread on their own violation as warmth spread between his inner thighs.
"S-sensei," Izuku said, his voice wobbling.
He shakily tried to push her hands off of him, but with her draped over him, and her arms wrapped around his middle, Izuku couldn't move to get away.
No one had ever touched him like this before.
Izuku barely even touched himself like this. Perhaps that was the reason why he was already so wet, even though he was trembling in fear.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" Midnight murmured as she rubbed circles into his clit.
"Mmn!" Izuku bit his lip to cut off the small whine he let out at the question.
He squeezed his eyes shut as he tilted his head back. His mouth hung open as he let out small breathy moans, and a line of drool slid down the side of his mouth.
His entire body felt hot and his skin was forming a layer of sweat.
This time Izuku couldn't stop the noise he let out as Midnight murmured praises into his ear as she applied more pressure against his clit.
His head lolled to the side as he looked down at himself, and Izuku gripped the sides of his chair as he watched her hand speed up.
"Sensei!" Izuku cried out as his legs began to shake, his moans growing louder. "I—"
Izuku threw his head back against her shoulder as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. His breathing became labored as his chest rose and fell rapidly as he approached his climax.
"I-I'm going to—" Izuku stuttered out as the intense sensation grew. Just as he was on the cusp, suddenly, Midnight stopped.
Izuku let out a sob, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He felt like an absolute mess. His entire body was shaking and tears of frustration fell down his face.
He had been so close.
"W-wha—"
"Get up," Midnight ordered him, grabbing the back of his shirt as she pulled him up into a standing position.
Izuku caught himself on the table, his legs feeling weak. Midnight continued to pull him along and Izuku followed her with shaky legs as she led him to her desk. He was honestly somewhat glad that she was being so forceful with him.
He really didn't think that he could walk on his own after all that.
Midnight kicked the chair she had previously been using out of the way, before pushing him down onto the desk with a thud.
Izuku gasped as the air was knocked out of him, and he instinctively gripped the edge of the desk as he tried to stabilize himself.
Izuku didn't know what was happening.
He didn't know how it got to this point. He replayed all of their previous interactions in his head and came up with nothing.
It felt surreal.
Izuku knew that he should be trying to stop this. He could even use his quirk to get away from her if he truly wanted to but…
But despite it being scary, it all felt so good.
If he didn't get some sort of relief soon, he felt as if he would die. Which was an exaggeration, but it definitely didn't feel like it at the moment.
"Good boy," Midnight said, before draping herself against his back. She was taller than him—especially in heels—and it made Izuku feel much smaller than he actually was.
Izuku let out a low moan at the feeling of her breasts pressed against his back as she reached around his middle and unbuckled his belt from behind. She unzipped the front of his pants before pulling back to pull them down his thighs.
Midnight teasingly pulled on the elastic of his boxers before making it snap against his skin, and she let out a laugh when Izuku yelped from the slight pinch. She hooked her fingers around his waistband and slid his underwear down his thighs.
Izuku immediately stiffened at being exposed. The air felt cold on his wet cunt.
Without warning, Midnight slapped his ass hard.
"Ah!" Izuku cried out, startled. It left a slight stinging sensation, and Midnight rubbed the spot that she spanked before giving it a squeeze.
Izuku spread his legs wider in response.
Fuck.
"Mm, you're so wet for me," Midnight murmured, sounding pleased. She ran her fingers between his folds, slowly spreading them, admiring as slick dripped from him.
Izuku shuddered at the feeling. He could feel the slick sliding down his inner thighs. He didn't think that he had ever been so turned on in his entire life.
Midnight leaned over him and whispered conspiratorially in his ear. "Don't tell anyone that I have this in my desk. Okay?"
Izuku turned slightly in confusion as he heard the desk drawer open behind him. He immediately sucked in a sharp breath when he saw what she had been alluding to.
She chuckled at his reaction.
Midnight had pulled out a large dildo and bottle of lube from her desk. The dildo was almost as thick as his forearm.
The thought of something like that inside of him was…
Izuku didn't need to fantasize about it for long.
Midnight detached the front of her belt buckle, revealing a hole in the leather. After messing with it a bit, she slipped the dildo inside the leather strap on.
Midnight popped open the bottle of lube and slicked up the dildo. She teased the silicone tip against his dripping hole before sliding it between his folds.
Izuku whimpered as it brushed against his clit. He tried to grind back on it, to get it inside of him, but cried out in pain when Midnight slapped him on the ass for it.
"Don't move," Midnight said, grabbing his hip to keep him from moving. Her manicured nails dug into his skin. "You'll be a good boy for me, right?"
Oh… oh. That was something that he didn't know he would like.
Izuku whined and bowed his head at the realization.
He suddenly let out a small scream when Midnight smacked him on the ass again.
"I said," Midnight began. "You'll be a good boy for me, right?"
"Y-yes!" Izuku gasped.
Midnight went back to sliding the dildo between his folds, and while it felt good, it wasn't what he wanted right now.
Izuku couldn't help but feel increasingly frustrated. He grit his teeth as his eyes pricked with tears.
He wanted it inside of him so bad.
Midnight seemingly decided to be merciful, and Izuku whimpered when the tip caught on his sensitive hole. She pushed the tip inside of him, and he groaned as his pussy stretched around its girth.
Izuku gripped the desk, his nails scraping against the wood. He never had something so big inside of him before. It was an overwhelming feeling and he felt entirely unprepared.
It must've only been a few inches inside of him, but it was already too much.
Izuku turned his head to watch in dismay when he realized that it must've been only halfway inside of him.
"It's too big!" Izuku cried out, shaking his head. "I- I can't—"
"Yes, you can," Midnight said, her voice firm. "I remember your performance at the Sports Festival."
Huh?
Izuku furrowed his brows slightly, feeling confused at the sudden change of subject.
"I know that you can take the pain."
Izuku's eyes widened at her words, and he couldn't help but sob a little bit knowing that she was right.
Midnight pushed it in and out of him as she began to ease him into it. She didn't speed up or slow down as she worked him open. It was a torturous feeling.
Izuku slowly adjusted to it, calming down a bit. Instead of the overwhelming feeling from before, it was feeling pleasurable again.
His eyes rolled in the back of his skull when she finally bottomed out. His legs twitched and spasmed violently as he instinctively tried to squirm out of it, but with the desk in front of him and Midnight gripping his hip tightly, she kept him in place.
Izuku felt so full it hurt. It was a bruising pressure deep inside of him that pressed against every spot.
Midnight soon set out a brutal pace.
Izuku shut his eyes, dropping his head between his arms as he tried to focus on the pleasure instead of the pain.
He thrusted back on the strap on, rolling his hips as he tried to find a nice rhythm along with her own thrusts.
"Mm! Mmn! Mhm! Mmm!"
Izuku bit down on his lip as he tried to stifle his cries as he fucked himself on the dildo.
His moans were becoming increasingly high pitched as Midnight continued her relentless thrusts.
Each thrust was purposeful, precise as she hit every spot that mattered. She suddenly grinded the dildo deep inside of him.
"You're doing so good for me," Midnight moaned. She nibbled his earlobe before pressing a kiss behind his ear on the nape of his neck.
"I've been eyeing you since the first time you stepped into my classroom," Midnight continued. "You're just so adorable, Midoriya."
Izuku whined at the confession.
"After I saw you perform during the Sports Festival," Midnight continued. "I knew you were perfect for me."
"Someone who would bend, but wouldn't snap."
Izuku's eyes widened as it all suddenly clicked.
Had she… Had she planned this!? The thought of his teacher sabotaging his grades just to be able to get him alone and fuck him was…
Izuku moaned. Loud.
Izuku tried to be quiet after her confession. He really really did…
He just couldn't get over it.
Izuku had never thought that anyone would want him like that. Especially not a pro hero; someone who also happened to be his teacher.
He pressed a hand over his mouth to stifle his moans which were quickly turning into muffled shrieking.
If Izuku kept this up someone would definitely hear him and then walk in on them.
He could already imagine it.
Izuku closed his eyes as he imagined someone (A student? Another teacher?) walking in while he was bent over and being fucked relentlessly with a dildo by his teacher. Izuku would be an absolute mess while he tried to explain himself.
Would Midnight even stop if they were caught?
That thought should've been absolutely mortifying. Except the idea of being caught was much hotter than it should've been.
His head lolled to the side, and Izuku found it hard to keep his eyes open now that he was finally in the midst of pleasure.
His mouth hung open as drool slid down the side of his mouth, and he let out small moans as he continued to roll his hips with each thrust.
Izuku looked behind him with half lidded eyes as he watched the dildo being thrusted in and out of him.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
A small delirious grin spread on his face as he rolled his hips against it. He was so wet that he had no issue taking it anymore.
Izuku was there to meet each thrust with one of his own, and his ass jiggled with each slap of their hips.
Every sound felt as if it were amplified, and wet slaps echoed throughout the room.
Izuku couldn't even think properly like this.
He glanced up and watched Midnight through his half lidded eyes. Her face had a slight tint to it and her mouth was slightly agape as she panted small breathless moans.
She looked beautiful.
Midnight looked up from her thrusting and grinned when she noticed him watching. She pulled her hand back, and a series of loud smacks echoed throughout the room as she slapped his ass repeatedly.
Izuku cried out and whined at the stinging sensation it left behind.
Midnight draped herself over him and her breasts pressed against him again. Her boobs jostled against him with each thrust.
It was driving him insane.
Izuku wanted to reach around and touch them. He wanted to squeeze them in the palms of his hands. To put them inside his mouth and suck on them. And knowing that he couldn't have that made him choke on a sob.
He wanted it so badly.
But he also wanted to be good.
It was such a conflicting feeling.
Izuku gasped when Midnight grabbed his jaw and forcefully turned his head. She smashed her lips against his and slipped her tongue inside of his mouth.
His moaning became stifled with the kiss and he tried to keep up with her despite his inexperience. It was sloppy and he knew that he was drooling but Midnight didn't seem to mind.
She slowed down for a moment, grinding deep inside of him. Midnight tilted his head back slightly, adjusting the angle, and tugged at his hair.
Izuku stayed pliant under her and let his teacher do whatever she pleased.
Midnight pulled back slightly and moaned against his mouth. She sounded so good. Izuku was making her feel good.
He was so close.
Midnight suddenly reached over and began to rub his clit as she continued to fuck into him.
That was the tipping point.
Izuku cried out as he clenched down on the dildo and came so hard that his vision turned white.
Midnight continued to fuck him through his orgasm, and he sobbed as she continued rubbing his clit throughout it.
It was too much.
He dropped his head between his arms and squeezed his eyes shut. Tears ran down his face as he hiccuped and moaned. He was overstimulated and she wasn't letting up on her brutal pace.
Midnight would continue to fuck him and Izuku wouldn't do anything about it. It was that realization that pushed him over the edge a second time.
Izuku squirted against her hand.
He didn't even know that he could do that.
Izuku cried out as the entire lower half of his body spasmed, and he swore that he blacked out for a second.
Midnight didn't slow down but went faster through it all. The flood of slick sprayed all over her hand and down his legs and onto the floor.
Izuku leaned all of his weight on the desk, not wanting his legs to give out on him. He didn't have the strength to keep himself propped up anymore.
Finally, Midnight slowed down, and Izuku matched the sudden change in pace and slowly rolled his hips back against the dildo. It pressed into him deep and it was a pleasant feeling. His head lolled to the side as he rested it against his folded arms.
Midnight pressed kisses against the nape of his neck and massaged circles into his lower back and hips.
Izuku sighed in contentment.
He didn't have a single thought in his head. He was in a state of bliss.
Izuku preened as Midnight whispered praises against his skin. Her lips brushed against him softly and it tickled.
Midnight pulled back and slapped him on the ass one last time. Izuku let out a low noise in the back of his throat in response.
He looked behind him to watch as she slowly pulled out of him. A thick line of slick followed it. His ass was bright red with hand prints overlapping each other.
It took him a moment to find the strength to move again. His arms trembled as he pushed himself up, propping himself up with his forearms as he leaned on the desk to support himself.
Izuku honestly didn't know if he would be able to even walk after this.
He was embarrassed to find Midnight much more composed than he was.
Midnight grabbed a small cloth from her desk and wiped the dildo clean before putting it in her bag. She began to gather up the rest of her things and swung it over her shoulder.
Midnight smiled down at him as she circled the desk, her hand trailing up his back as she did so. She glided a finger up the nape of his neck before her hand traced along his jawline.
Midnight stopped in front of him and grabbed his chin as she tilted his head up to look at her.
Izuku made a small noise of confusion as he looked up at her before he gasped when she leaned down and kissed him sweetly. It was so much different from the heated kiss that they shared earlier.
This kiss made him feel like he had butterflies in his stomach.
After a moment, Midnight pulled back from the kiss and cupped his cheek, and glided her thumb across his freckles.
Izuku sighed in contentment as he leaned into the touch. He looked up at Midnight through his eyelashes, noting that she looked pleased with his reaction.
"I'll see you at the same time next week. Alright?" Midnight said. Izuku knew it wasn't a request.
"Y-yes, Sensei," Izuku stuttered out after a moment, nodding as he looked up at her with wide eyes.
"Good boy," Midnight smiled, not bothering to wait for a further response from him as she turned around and headed towards the exit of the classroom.
She paused in the doorway and turned to give him one last look over her shoulder, her eyes roamed his body, and she gave him an amused smirk.
"Be a good boy and clean up the mess you made."
Izuku nodded absentmindedly as he watched as she slid the classroom door shut, listening to her heels clicking against the tile as she walked off.
Now that Izuku was alone, he took a moment to look down at the mess that she had left him to clean up. Which to be fair, it was all his own.
His bottom lip wobbled and without warning he burst into tears.
Izuku hiccuped as he tried to wipe them away, but he couldn't stop them. He felt shaken and overwhelmed with it all.
It had felt good earlier.
Izuku didn't know why he was crying now that it was over.
After a few minutes, his tears finally subsided. Izuku sniffled as he picked up the small cloth that Midnight had left behind for him, and realized that it was too small to clean everything up.
Izuku let out a low groan, dropping his head against the desk with a thud.
Fuck.
Notes:I haven't posted anything like this in years, so sorry if anything was worded awkwardly! (I'm still pretty rusty...) I made things slightly serious towards the end, because I couldn't help myself.
LOL.
Chapter 2Notes:Thank you to everyone who commented and gave kudos, it motivated me to get this one out quickly!!
I will try to update this on a somewhat regular basis, but I just find posting smut so embarrassing and I always second guess myself 😭 like I am literally baring my soul to you people…
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter TextThe sun was setting by the time Izuku arrived at the dorms, much later than he had been expecting. It had taken him much longer to walk the distance between the school and the dorms.
His legs had felt as if they would give out on him on the way there.
Izuku still had a slight limp when he got there and he had brushed it off as having gotten it from tripping earlier.
Some of his friends even laughed at his supposed clumsiness.
Izuku was too tired to be embarrassed.
He brushed off the rest of their questions with the excuse that he was tired, which wasn't a lie.
Izuku headed up to his dorm room and almost collapsed when he got into the elevator, his legs giving out on him. He leaned back against the wall, resting for a moment.
His entire body ached. His pelvis hurt and his ass was still sore.
Izuku stumbled out of the elevator and practically crawled to his dorm room, his legs too weak for him to stand properly.
He was just glad that no one was around to see him in such a pathetic state.
Izuku fumbled with the door handle as he entered his room. He had a hand on the wall to keep himself upright and he flopped onto his bed with a groan.
Izuku laid there for a moment, cursing himself.
He wanted to take a hot shower, but he was too exhausted to get back up.
Izuku had managed to clean himself up earlier in one of the school restrooms. He had been an absolute mess, and he didn't want to deal with the fallout if he had headed back to the dorms like that.
Izuku stared up at his ceiling. His throat tightened.
He didn't know how it had gotten to that point. He shouldn't have gone along with it.
A strong feeling of regret overwhelmed him.
Izuku burst into tears. He tried to stop them, berating himself. He had already cried too many times that day.
Midnight had told him that he could take it, and he didn't want to doubt that. Besides, it was his own fault that he was even in this state.
He could've stopped it if he had wanted to.
He had even liked it!
Izuku couldn't help but feel as if there was something wrong with him.
He curled into a fetal position, using his pillow to muffle his sobs. He hiccuped and gasped shuddering breaths, being unable to calm himself down no matter how hard he tried.
He didn't know what he should do.
Izuku only knew that he didn't want to tell anyone about what had happened, so he didn't.
It had been a few weeks since then, and just as Midnight had told him, once a week, she invited him to her classroom after school for private lessons.
It was rigorous and Izuku always cried afterwards when he was alone and feeling overwhelmed. His body sore and aching from being pushed to his limits.
Despite that, Midnight taught him everything that he possibly needed to know about sex. Izuku had been fucked in almost every position, even the ones he hadn't known about.
His teacher brought him new toys to try out each week, some more fun than others.
She had even taught him how to give oral —on both sexes!— and at one point he even received it so that he could properly understand.
He liked that. A lot.
Izuku had the most fun learning how to give head with one of the dildos she had brought for him. His jaw was sore and his knees hurt afterwards, but it was worth it.
He couldn't wait until he got to try it out on the real thing.
Midnight was a strict teacher and had been adamant about him pleasing others, which hadn't been a very hard thing to get him to do.
Izuku had discovered that he quite liked the idea of giving himself up for someone to use for their pleasure.
There was one problem though.
It got… rough at times.
To put it simply, it didn't always feel good.
It wasn't as if it was completely awful!
Midnight made sure that he climaxed every time without fail and she was always nice to him after she was done with him.
She would rub circles into his skin and massage his aching muscles. She whispered praises in his ear, telling him that he had been such a good boy, and she even gave him kisses.
Izuku just couldn't understand how she could go from uncaring that she was hurting him, to being so loving in the span of a few minutes.
He couldn't quite figure out his feelings about it, and it wasn't as if he could go talk to anyone about it to get feedback either.
It was in between one of his regular classes when things started to get even more complicated.
"Hey, Midoriya," Sero said to him from where he sat. He leaned forwards in his seat, looking at him expectantly.
"Huh?" Izuku twisted in his chair to face his friend, looking at him in surprise. "What is it?"
"How much longer do you think you're going to be tutored by Midnight for?" Sero asked.
Izuku blinked at the unexpected question. His heart skipped a beat and he suddenly had an anxious feeling in his chest.
"I don't know," Izuku replied, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He thought about it for a moment. "However long she thinks I need it, I guess."
Or however long it takes for her to get bored of me...Izuku thought in displeasure, a sour feeling in his stomach.
Sero hummed at his words, his eyes flicking towards the ceiling as he seemed to think about that for a moment.
"I was just wondering," Sero finally replied with a shrug. "I was actually thinking about asking her for some help too."
"No!" Izuku shouted, jolting in his seat.
A few of his classmates looked at him in surprise, and Izuku forced himself to calm down.
"I mean— I- I can help you!" Izuku exclaimed as he rushed to do damage control. "You don't need to bother her. We can just study together after school or something."
Sero went silent as he stared at him in surprise.
Izuku held his breath, his heart was pounding in his chest as he waited for his response.
Sero broke out into a grin.
"Yeah, okay," Sero said. "That sounds like it would be fun."
Izuku relaxed at his easy agreement.
That was close.
Izuku didn't know why exactly, but he couldn't help but have the strong instinct to steer his friend far, far away from their teacher. Maybe, Izuku was feeling jealous at the idea of her attention being taken away from him or something.
"You're a good friend, Midoriya," Sero said, smiling at him.
Izuku blinked in surprise. His cheeks felt warm as his lips pulled into a small smile, feeling touched at his words.
They had been unexpected, but he was incredibly grateful for them. If Izuku was being honest with himself, he hadn't been feeling like the greatest friend the last few weeks, to any of his friends.
"I wouldn't mind joining as well," Tokoyami said from where he had been watching their exchange. "If you don't mind."
"Sure!" Izuku chirped, his anxiety subsiding as he suddenly felt lighter. "I don't mind at all!"
He was more than happy to help his friends. Even if it was something as simple as helping them with their schoolwork.
"I can help with the tutoring as well!" Momo spoke up from behind them, looking excited at the opportunity.
Izuku had a feeling of warmth spreading in his chest as a few of his other classmates jumped into their conversation, asking about joining their spontaneous study group as well.
A bittersweet feeling coiled in his chest as he watched them.
He had such good friends.
Izuku loved them so much, and he didn't want to burden them with his own problems.
He would be strong for them, so as not to burden them.
"Hey, Bakugou! You wanna join us?" Sero asked with a smile.
Kacchan turned around slightly in his seat to look back at them. His red eyes flicked towards Izuku, and Izuku smiled nervously at him.
"Nah," Kacchan said after a moment, still staring at him with that unreadable expression on his face. "I don't need it."
Sero didn't seem surprised with his answer, but Izuku frowned slightly at his words.
Something about the way that Kacchan had said it rubbed him the wrong way, but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.
He didn't seem to be talking down to Izuku, but it felt as if he had been referring to something else entirely.
Before Izuku could start spiraling about what exactly his childhood friend had truly meant, Present Mic walked into the classroom, signaling the start of their next class.
Kacchan turned back around in his seat, and Izuku felt a pit forming in his stomach.
He would need to talk about it with him at some point, but his relationship with him was already so complicated, it would be difficult.
Izuku followed along diligently and took notes throughout the lesson. He answered when called upon, flushing a bit when he was praised for correctly answering the question.
At the end of class when Izuku was talking with his friends again, a familiar voice called out to him from the front of the classroom.
"Midoriya."
Izuku jumped slightly in his seat, surprised at being singled out. He turned to find Present Mic looking at him expectantly.
"Yes, Sensei?" Izuku asked, straightening in his chair as he gave the man his full attention.
He was vaguely aware that some of his classmates had turned their attention to their conversation.
"I want to talk to you for a bit after school, if that's alright," Present Mic said. "It's about your grades."
Izuku felt his heart sink in his chest.
What?
This… this was all too familiar.
It couldn't be. What were the chances of it happening twice?
"Y-yeah," Izuku stuttered. "That's fine."
Present Mic smiled at him, exiting the classroom.
Izuku couldn't help but feel somewhat frazzled as he left. So he did what he did best and analyzed the situation.
Izuku had thought that he had been keeping up with his grades despite the situation that he had recently found himself in, but he guessed not.
English was one of the few subjects that he actually struggled with at times, so it wouldn't be surprising if he had fallen behind.
He calmed down a bit once he was done rationalizing the situation to himself.
Nothing was going to happen.
It somehow felt as if he were lying to himself.
"I'll see you guys back at the dorms," Izuku promised, turning towards his friends as they walked out the classroom together.
"We can wait for you, if you want us to," Todoroki said, sounding unbothered. Despite that, Izuku knew that he wouldn't have offered it if he hadn't been genuine.
Uraraka nodded in agreement. "Yeah! It wouldn't be an issue!"
Izuku nibbled on his bottom lip, contemplating their offer. His anxieties got the best of him.
"I-it's fine," Izuku said, shaking his head. "I don't know how long I'll take, I don't want you guys to stand around for too long."
His friends all looked similarly displeased when he declined.
"If you say so," Todoroki responded after a moment, a small frown on his face.
"You can always rely on us if you really need the help," Iida spoke up. "It would be a shame if you fell too far behind."
His friend had a slightly concerned but determined look in his eyes.
Did they know something was wrong?
"Yeah," Izuku said, a tight, bittersweet feeling tugging at his chest. "I know."
Izuku waved his friends goodbye as he broke off from their group, feeling their concerned gazes on his back.
He began the walk to Present Mic's classroom with his stomach in knots, suddenly feeling a bit queasy.
Izuku found that he didn't really want to go alone, now wishing that he had accepted his friends offer. He forced himself to keep moving, despite his legs feeling as if they were made of lead.
Nothing is going to happen, Izuku reminded himself.
He stopped outside of his classroom door, and Izuku had a strong feeling of deja vu. He thought back to his first visit to Midnight's classroom a few weeks prior, a pit forming in his stomach.
After a bit more stalling, Izuku knocked on the door before sliding it open.
"Sorry that I'm late," Izuku murmured, lingering in the doorway for a moment.
"That's alright," Present Mic said, waving him over with a smile. "Come on in."
Present Mic stood up from his chair, circling the desk before leaning his weight on it as he sat down on the edge of it.
Izuku stepped further into the classroom, closing the door shut behind him. His steps were hesitant as he walked closer to his teacher.
"You…" Izuku trailed off, chewing his bottom lip. "You wanted to talk to me about my grades?"
He stopped a few feet in front of him, wringing his hands together.
"Sort of," Present Mic said with a slight grin. "I actually heard that you were receiving some tutoring from Midnight."
Izuku felt his stomach flip at his words, his heart beating faster in his chest.
"O-oh?" Izuku asked, trying to keep his voice level. He didn't want to panic and give himself away like he had almost done during class.
"I was just wondering if you wanted the same with me," Present Mic said, his tone light.
The room went silent as he stared at the man with wide eyes. Present Mic patiently waited for his answer, a placid smile on his face.
Izuku opened his mouth, before shutting it again, at a loss for words. Was… was his teacher propositioning him?
"And what would that entail?" Izuku asked, sounding breathless. His heart was beating out of his chest. He didn't want to jump to conclusions.
He needed to hear him say it.
Izuku sucked in a breath when his teacher leaned forward and tucked a single curl behind his ear. He cupped his cheek as he brushed a thumb softly over his freckles.
"Nemuri told me that you liked being a good boy," Present Mic said, his voice low. "Is that true?"
Izuku was hit in the gut with arousal, warmth pooling between his thighs.
"Yes, sir," Izuku said softly, his knees suddenly feeling weak.
His entire body felt flushed, his heart beating faster in his chest.
His mind was racing as he tried to process what was happening.
His teacher was propositioning him and Izuku liked it.
Despite his eccentric style, Izuku had always thought that the man was handsome. Not to mention charming, in his own way.
"Would you like to be a good boy for me too?" Present Mic asked, his voice low.
Izuku didn't trust himself to speak without embarrassing himself and just nodded wordlessly in response.
Present Mic smiled, looking pleased.
"Get on your knees," Present Mic ordered.
Izuku lowered himself onto the ground without complaint, and sat on his knees. His face was directly in front of the man's crotch, and he bit his bottom lip, his face flushed as he looked up at his teacher.
His heart was pounding in his chest as he waited in anticipation. Present Mic reached down and cupped his cheek before running a thumb along his bottom lip.
Izuku bit the inside of his cheek to stop the impatient noise that threatened to escape him.
He wiggled in excitement when Present Mic unbuckled his belt and unzipped the front of his jeans. He lowered his jeans down his thighs, leaving him in his boxers.
Izuku leaned forwards and nuzzled his face against his bulge. He pulled back and began mouthing it through the fabric.
"So impatient," Present Mic lightly chided, sounding amused.
Present Mic hooked a thumb to the band of his boxers and pulled down. Izuku gasped in shock when his dick sprung from his boxers and slapped him in the face.
Izuku stared at his hard cock with wide eyes, his mouth agape as he absently touched the spot that it had hit him. Present Mic just laughed at the look of pure shock on his face.
Izuku flushed in embarrassment. He didn't think that it would do that!!
Izuku grabbed the base of his cock, and marveled as it thickened with his touch. He licked a hot stripe along the side.
He pulled back and admired it, running his thumb along the vein there.
His dick was long and seemed to have a decent girth to it. It wasn't as big as some of the dildos Midnight used on him, but he didn't mind. It might be even more fun this way.
Izuku leaned forward and sunk his mouth down over its head, moaning as the velvety flesh glided on his tongue.
Izuku used the suction to build up saliva in his mouth and pulled back to drool on it. He let it drip down its length and used it as lubricant as he slowly began to jerk the man off.
Izuku licked the bead of pre-cum dripping from the tip. His own drool dripped down on his knuckles and his teacher's cock was slick with saliva by the time it was fully hard.
Izuku looked up at the older man through his eyelashes with half lidded eyes. Present Mic had a slight tint to his face and his mouth hung open slightly as he panted.
Izuku opened his mouth and sank down a few more inches. He bobbed his head up and down, continuing to jerk him off as he did.
Present Mic grabbed a handful of his hair when Izuku sank down further.
"Fuck," Present Mic gasped. "Nemuri did a good job with you."
He held him steady by his hair and thrusted into his throat. Izuku gagged around his cock as he bobbed his head to keep pace with him.
His moans were muffled and his jaw began to ache. The pleasure from the weight on his tongue and rough glide of his cock made it worth it though.
"You're doing so good for me," Present Mic said through gritted teeth as he tightened his grip on his hair, thrusting deeper inside him.
Izuku moaned around his dick at his praise. He took a deep breath through his nose and sunk down to the base of his cock.
Present Mic cursed as his hips stuttered and he quickly pulled Izuku off of him, a line of spit still connecting them.
The man squeezed the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming.
"Fuck," Present Mic gasped, his chest heaving.
Izuku licked the line of spit from his lips and pouted up at the man, feeling somewhat annoyed. He had been wanting to do that for a while now, and Izuku was actually having fun before he stopped him.
"Don't pout at me," Present Mic scolded. "I think that you'll like this next part a lot more."
He lightly tapped his cheek with his hand. "C'mon. Get up."
Izuku slowly stood up in front of him, wincing from his sore knees.
"I want you to strip for me, alright?" Present Mic told him, his voice taking on a heated tone.
Izuku nodded.
He shrugged off his jacket and undid his tie, then slowly began to unbutton his dress shirt.
He slowly lowered his shirt down his shoulders and tossed it on the floor, leaving him shirtless in front of him.
Present Mic absentmindedly stroked his cock as he watched him strip.
Izuku blushed when he noticed, ignoring the instinct to cover himself up. He suddenly felt shy in front of the older man, which was silly after what they had just done.
He quickly slipped off his shoes and took his time as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped the front of his pants. He slowly lowered them down his thighs before dropping them on the floor.
Izuku hesitated when he got down to just his boxers. He glanced up at Present Mic, silently asking for permission as the man continued to stroke himself.
"Mhm," Present Mic hummed. "Go on."
Izuku pulled them down past his thighs, leaving him fully naked in front of the older man.
Present Mic openly stared at him, his eyes trailing up and down his body as he admired his naked form.
Izuku had never felt as if his body was particularly attractive, but he was proud of it. He had spent ten torturous months getting in shape and building up muscle to receive One For All, and the rigorous training seemed to have paid off in another way too.
He was happy that the man liked it so much.
"On the desk," Present Mic ordered.
Izuku jumped up on the desk without complaint and maneuvered his body so that both his legs hung on both sides of the desk.
He squirmed a little, beginning to feel anxious again.
It was almost daunting having a real dick inside of him, but he couldn't help but feel giddy at the same time.
Izuku laid back on the length of the desk, biting his bottom lip to stop the excited grin on his face when his teacher stepped in between his legs with his cock out.
He liked being able to watch.
"Look at you," Present Mic breathed. "So cute."
Izuku blushed.
"You're already so wet for me too."
Present Mic spread his folds, admiring how wet his cunt was. Izuku was drenched and slick slid down his ass from his glistening hole.
His teacher grabbed one of his legs and put it over his shoulder, angling his hips upwards. He then grabbed the base of his cock and slid it between his lips, rocking his hips back and forth.
Izuku moaned softly as it slid in between his folds, spreading his legs even further.
"Ah!"
Izuku yelped in surprise when the older man began to slap his cock against his spread pussy, his hips bucking upward.
Present Mic was much more lenient than Midnight, but he seemed to have the tendency to mess with him.
"Stop teasing," Izuku whined. He wiggled his hips, trying to get his cock inside of him.
"You're so impatient," Present Mic laughed. "Who would've thought you would be so pushy?"
Present Mic tightened his grip on his leg as he lined himself up with his flushed pussy. He teased his wet hole with the tip of his cock, making Izuku whine when it caught on the entrance of his sensitive hole.
His teacher let out a low groan as he slowly pushed into him.
"Such a good boy," Present Mic gasped. "You're taking me so well."
He soothingly rubbed the leg that rested on his shoulder and he didn't stop pressing inside of him until he had bottomed out. He stayed still as he let Izuku adjust to it.
Izuku let out small whines and his breathing became labored as he looked down to where their hips connected.
It was such an overwhelming feeling.
His entire body felt hot, his eyes half lidded and mouth agape as he panted. It took a bit for him to finally calm down.
Present Mic began to move again when Izuku tried to thrust back onto his cock. He slowly began to rock his hips back and forth, thrusting in and out of him.
"That feel good?" Present Mic asked.
"Mhmm," Izuku hummed. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back in pleasure.
Izuku gasped in shock, his back arching when the man suddenly thrust into him hard. A loud wet slap echoed through the room as their hips collided with each other.
His eyes snapped open to look at him.
Present Mic had a wild grin on his face as he thrusted into him. He watched him with rapt attention.
He must've liked watching him too.
A series of wet slaps began to echo throughout the room as his teacher pounded into him. Izuku tried to muffle his moans, but his mouth hung open as he panted. His moans came out high pitched and took on an almost airy quality.
Izuku laid a hand against his stomach, pressing down. He moaned at the feeling of his teacher's cock sliding in and out of him.
A small delirious smile grew on his face as he watched him thrust into him, loving the feeling of it.
Present Mic grabbed his other thigh and the leg that he had over his shoulder before bending Izuku in half as he pressed his legs to his chest. He kept his cock pressed inside of him and Izuku let out a small scream in surprise.
His eyes rolled in the back of his head when the man hit deeper inside of him with the new angle.
"Sensei," Izuku moaned, his hips trying to buck upward despite being held down. "Oh my god! Right there! Please, keep going! Please, please, please!"
Present Mic quickened his pace, hitting his g-spot repeatedly. Izuku let out a loud high pitched moan, his voice coming out almost strangled.
Izuku tried to arch his back, but he was boxed in on either side. His fingernails scraped against the desk as he held on through the pounding.
He could feel himself on the cusp of his climax and his orgasm hit him without warning.
Izuku cried out as he clenched down around his cock, his vision turning white. His hips spasmed as he shook through it, his eyes rolling in the back of his skull.
Present Mic held him down as he kept his legs pinned to his chest. He continued to thrust into him, though he slowed down a bit once Izuku came down from his orgasm.
Izuku whined and gasped from his thrusts, feeling overstimulated. Tears pricked in the corners of his eyes.
Present Mic sped up a bit, thrusting into his sloppy pussy as he moaned to himself.
Izuku felt his dick twitch inside of him.
Oh. He was close.
Izuku started moving his hips, desperately trying to match his pace. He wanted to see him cum.
Izuku gasped when Present Mic suddenly pulled out with a loud grunt and spilled his cum across his stomach. His teacher moaned as he jerked himself off, his face twisted in pleasure as white cum coated his abs.
It was unbelievably hot, but Izuku still pouted just a little bit.
He couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed that he hadn't cum inside of him. Even though pulling out had been the smart thing to do, all things considered.
When Present Mic was done, Izuku shakily lowered his legs until they hung off each side of the desk.
He laid there for a moment as he tried to catch his breath. His head lolled to the side as he looked down at himself and admired the cum on him.
He got an idea in his head.
Izuku dragged two fingers across the cum on his stomach. He put them between his lips and sucked.
He moaned as he tasted it.
Present Mic laughed. "You like it?"
Izuku still had both his fingers inside his mouth. He smiled around them and nodded.
"Mhm," Izuku hummed happily in response.
Present Mic tucked himself back into his jeans and fell back into his desk chair with a sigh.
After a moment, his teacher reached out to him and began to comb a hand through his curls. Izuku closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling.
"You were such a good boy for me," Present Mic praised. "You did such a good job."
Izuku felt butterflies in his stomach, his cheeks heating up from his words.
Present Mic continued petting him, and Izuku sighed, feeling content.
"You had fun?" Present Mic asked.
Izuku opened his eyes and smiled at the man.
"Yes, sir," Izuku murmured.
Present Mic hummed, sounding pleased.
It was silent for a moment.
"Since you had so much fun," Present Mic began, his voice taking on a tone that Izuku couldn't quite pinpoint. "We should do this again, don't you think?"
Izuku paused at his words, and he decided to really think about it before he made a decision.
Midnight had been very firm about him having sex with her again, but Present Mic was giving him an out.
Izuku found the older man attractive, and the idea of doing something like this with him again wasn't unappealing.
Not in the slightest.
Not to mention, Present Mic was nice to him, even during when they had sex. He had asked him if he felt good, and he wasn't too rough with him.
Izuku had enjoyed himself, all things considered.
Why shouldn't they do it again?
Izuku smiled, nodding.
"Okay," Izuku replied, his voice soft.
Present Mic smiled back at him, looking pleased.
"Good boy."