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Hitoshi was sitting in class and staring at his teacher. The sixteen year old student had his pretty purple eyes on him since he entered UA two years ago.
Aizawa was fucking hot. Hitoshi fantasized about him every night when he went to sleep, and touched himself to his naughty thoughts he had about his teacher.
Hitoshi knew it was risky and forbidden, but that only made him want his Sensei all the more.
Whenever Aizawa picked up a piece of chalk and wrote something on the blackboard, Hitoshi wondered how those big hands would feel around his throat. Or fingering his holes.
And today was the day that Hitoshi wanted to try something. He was sick of only thinking about his Sensei. He wanted to have him. Even though there was such a big age gap between them and Aizawa was his teacher and Hitoshi his student, Hitoshi needed to turn his fantasies into reality.
He needed to at least try and take his chance, otherwise he would go crazy. He was fucking horny teenager that wanted to have an experienced partner and not another sixteen year old guy that had no idea how to touch him.
So Hitoshi was dressed in the girl's school uniform today, not in the guy's. He wore the white shirt that everyone wore, but he had it combined with a dark green skirt. Not with pants.
And on top of it he had white thigh highs on his slender legs that barely reached up to his knees.
Under his skirt though…. There was nothing.
Hitoshi was sitting in the back of the class with no one to his left or right, which he made good use of today.
Whenever Aizawa looked his way, Hitoshi spread his legs a little and lifted his skirt, so that Aizawa could see his bare pussy. He leaned back on his chair and tilted his hips, so that his slit was on full display for him.
He had shaved himself bare for his Sensei and only left a little purple patch of hair on top of his pussy, so that it wouldn't bother his teacher if he ate him out.
At first, Aizawa didn't look his way so he didn't notice what Hitoshi was doing.
It frustrated the student and he became pretty impatient. He knew he had to wait until the end of the class anyways before something could happen between them, but he wanted to show off before. He wanted to show Aizawa what he was thinking about. Hitoshi wanted to get him hot and bothered for him.
So the next time his teacher asked a question to the class, Hitoshi lifted his hand and spoke, to get his attention. And when Aizawa finally looked at him, Hitoshi opened his legs and with his other hand, spread his dripping wet folds for his Sensei to look at.
Aizawa's eyes wandered down Hitoshi's body and looked at his cunt and his jaw dropped. His cheeks flushed a little bit but he immediately caught himself again and pretended as if nothing happened. But Hitoshi had won, Aizawa noticed him.
The purple haired boy knew that his Sensei wasn't a man of many words and it wasn't easy to get a reaction out of him. Aizawa was stoic and strict, he wasn't easily distracted. So even that little blush and parting of his lips was a great win for him.
The boy continued to play with his cunt for the rest of the class as well, fingering himself and rubbing his clit until he was close to cumming. Aizawa was just so fucking hot, he couldn't resist to fantasize about him in class as well. Hitoshi thought about what he would do with him after the lesson was over, what he thought about Hitoshi's bold and provocative display.
He would soon find out.
The class ended sooner than he expected. Hitoshi slowly got up from his chair and licked his fingers that were covered in his own juices. He packed his things lazily and waited until everyone else left before he went for the door as well.
But he didn't get far.
Aizawa's capture weapon caught him before he could leave and pulled him towards the teachers desk. His arms were forced next to his body and the scarf wrapped around his entire torso, so that he couldn't move anything else but his legs.
Even when Hitoshi was positioned right in front of Aizawa, the scarf didn't immediately let go of him. The dark haired man with the glowing red eyes stared at Hitoshi, so the boy couldn't even think about taking control of his mind.
“What was that ?!”
His dark, growling voice echoed through the whole classroom and made Hitoshi's clit pulse.
Fuck. That man was so hot.
Hitoshi loved how powerful and intimidating he was.
“I …. Uh… Please let me go.”
Hitoshi asked, wanting to be released from the scarf. He needed his hands free to do what he wanted to do.
The boy had everything planned out already.
Aizawa only stared at him and lifted an eyebrow skeptically, but released Hitoshi from his scarf. He wanted to see what the boy had in store for him.
Such a cheeky little brat.
The teacher also had an eye on that boy. He was very pretty and smart and Aizawa bet his moans sounded cute when he bent him over his desk. But he was only sixteen and Aizawa was in his late thirties, and his teacher on top of it.
Hitoshi could offer him his cunt as much as he wanted, but Aizawa needed to stay strong.
However, that didn't mean he couldn't let Hitoshi try and watch him a little. Watching was allowed, after all.
“Thank you, Sensei.
I hope you liked my little show. Doesn't this uniform look better on me than the boys one? I feel so much lighter.”
Hitoshi made a little twirl so that the skirt flew up a bit and exposed his upper thighs and the bottom half of his ass.
“Just because you have a boy pussy, Hitoshi, it doesn't mean you can spread your legs to every man near you.”
Aizawa chuckled and watched Hitoshi's cheeks flush bright red.
Boy…pussy…
Fuck.
Hearing those filthy words spoken out loud by Aizawa's deep, rich voice made his cunt throb again.
He needed that man. He needed him to fuck him stupid on that desk.
“I only spread my legs for you, Sensei.”
Hitoshi said and reached between his teachers legs to grab his crotch and feel his half hard dick beneath his hands.
He got up on his tiptoes to be tall enough to look Aizawa in the eyes and lean to the side to whisper in his ear.
“I always had an eye on you, Sensei. I want you. I want you to fuck me here in your classroom. I always finger my pretty boy pussy thinking about you, every night. Sucking on your delicious cock and spreading my legs on your desk for you.”
Hitoshi licked the shell of his Sensei's ear with his hot, wet tongue and squeezed the growing erection beneath his hand.
Aizawa got harder from his words, but he didn't touch Hitoshi or showed him otherwise that he was interested in him.
Hitoshi took a step back and looked his teacher in the eyes again, wanting to see the expression he made. His face was hard and his dark eyes staring back at Hitoshi unimpressed by his words.
But that was only on the outside.
Inside, Aizawa went crazy. He couldn't keep his dick from getting hard, but he tried to keep his cool otherwise. He needed to stay strong, he needed to resist his student. He couldn't do what Hitoshi wanted. It was forbidden.
He was around stupid horny teenagers the whole day long, he watched them hitting on each other and sneaking little letters to each other or giving lust filled looks across the room to the person of their desire. It was normal. He could handle it. He could also handle the looks from a few girls he had sitting in front of him staring at his arms and chest and giggling to each other.
But having Hitoshi here spreading his pussy for him, dressed in a skirt and thigh highs and speaking to him like that, so bold and naughty….
Fuck, it was hard to resist.
Aizawa didn't have anything but his hand to let off some steam after a long work day. It was ages ago since he buried his cock in a tight, warm hole.
And now Hitoshi was bending over his desk and lifted his skirt up so that half of his ass was exposed, spreading his legs shoulder width and shaking his hips. He arched his back low to show off everything that he had, his plump pink pussy lips looking delicious between his legs.
“Please, Sensei. You can even choose the hole you want to fuck. I …. I just want to feel your dick inside of me… I want it to be you that deflowers me.”
Hitoshi almost begged now. He didn't think it would be so hard to get him.
The boy reached around his body and spread his cheeks apart to show his teacher more of what he had to offer.
He felt so fucking dirty doing this, but he was needy and horny and just wanted to get dicked down by his teacher.
After he felt Aizawa's hard cock beneath his hand his brain was mush and he couldn't think straight. So more than spreading his legs and showing off his ass and pussy to Aizawa wasn't possible for him.
Aizawa stared at what was offered to him. He saw the glistening pink folds of his student and his other, much tighter pretty asshole that twitches every few seconds invitingly at him.
How could Hitoshi do that to him?
Fuck.
Then the boy’s fingers started to caress his own slit and pump two fingers in and out of his cunt. The squelching sounds it made drove Aizawa crazy.
He was so fucking wet down there.
“What are you doing there?!”
Aizawa rasped, his own dick straining against his pants and begging him to fuck that student who was offering himself to him like a damn street whore.
Aizawa wanted that boy so badly, but everything within himself told him to stay away. It was wrong. So wrong. He could lose his job and even his hero license. And that boy had no idea what he was talking about, he was just fucking horny.
“If you don't want to f-fuck me…. Then I'm gonna do it…myself.”
Hitoshi moaned obscenely, making sure to plunge his fingers even deeper into his cunt.
He was pathetic. He knew it. But it was all that he could come up with to make Aizawa wanting to fuck him. With that man you had to be bold to get him out of his shell. Subliminal hints were wasted on him. Hitoshi had learned that over time.
“I….I need to cum, I edged myself the whole time during your class…. I need something big stretching me out and using me….”
Hitoshi continued to talk to himself, laying one leg up onto Aizawa’s desk to make more room between his legs and create a new, very nice angle for his teacher to look at.
That's when Aizawa had enough.
Fuck it.
He opened his belt and the fly of his pants and shoved them down to his knees, pulling Hitoshi's hand out of his cunt.
“You fucking horny mutt!”
He growled, hauling the boy up from his desk and turning him around to face him.
“Open your mouth, tongue out.”
The dark haired man commanded, staring into his wide purple eyes.
Hitoshi did as he was asked, parting his pretty plump lips and sticking his tongue out.
Aizawa spat into his mouth.
Twice.
Hitoshi didn't even flinch.
He accepted what Aizawa gave him willingly and he even whimpered when his spit landed on his tongue.
“Swallow, you slut.”
Aizawa ordered and grabbed a fistful of Hitoshi's wild purple hair.
Hitoshi obeyed.
Then Aizawa forced the boy down to his knees in front of him, facing his hard, drooling cock.
Hitoshi's pupils blew wide when he saw Aizawa's dick in front of his face, so close he could almost touch it. And the smell was incredible. Manly and musky, just like the boy had imagined.
But he couldn't move since Aizawa still had his hand buried in his hair, controlling every movement.
“Do you know what you are doing to me ?
This could cost me everything. Just because you can't fuck someone your age and want your teachers dick. Aren't you ashamed of yourself ?”
Aizawa tightened his hand in the boy's hair and fisted his cock in front of the boy's face.
The look in Hitoshi's eyes told Aizawa that he would rather have his own hands on the teacher's dick.
What a fucking whore.
“I.. I am. B-But you are so damn hot… and I love everything about you. I'm sorry for being so horny, but there is no one else for me but you, Sensei. I do know how risky it is. But isn't that also part of the fun?”
Hitoshi smirked devilishly and opened his mouth to stick his eager tongue out towards the hot, throbbing dick in front of him. He couldn't reach it, but what he wanted to say was clear.
The boy didn't care about the consequences. He only cared for the thick cock that could stretch him out and fill him so deliciously.
“You and your hungry boy pussy can get me into jail. I really hope for your sake it's worth it.”
Aizawa let go of his cock and shoved it right into Hitoshi's mouth.
The teen gagged and choked for a few seconds until he calmed down again. Aizawa had no mercy for him. Now that he decided to go all in and do what the boy wanted, getting his dick wet in his greedy cunt, he took what belonged to him.
He wasn't risking jail for a bad fuck.
He thrusted his hips forwards into his students throat, listening to his gagging sounds. Spit was dripping down his chin and bubbling up at the corners of his mouth. Since Aizawa had his hand still fisted in the boy's hair, he used his head like a fleshlight, pulling it over his dick like a sleeve, holding him there while using his tight throat.
When he wasn't choking, Hitoshi was moaning. Loudly. Aizawa needed to silence him because they were still in his classroom. Others could hear them.
But it also felt so fucking good.
His throat was hot and wet and so tight around him. Aizawa had to force himself to slow down to let the boy breathe. Hitoshi had no experience in such things and Aizawa didn't want to hurt him. Even though he did a perfect job with holding his mouth wide open and relaxing his throat to open up for his teacher and take his dick. Aizawa was pleasantly surprised by his skills in deep throating.
But Aizawa didn't want to cum in his throat.
So after some time of using his mouth, Aizawa pulled out. Hitoshi's face was an absolute mess. Covered with spit and his cheeks flushed bright red, his pretty purple eyes half lidded and teary. His lips were still parted and his pink tongue peeked out.
Aizawa couldn't believe that he had done this to him. That he was responsible for this perfect sight of a cock drunk whore. But he was.
“P-Please… Please more, Aizawa Sensei.”
Hitoshi begged, looking up at his teacher.
Aizawa's hard, spit-covered cock twitched as he heard his raspy but oh so needy voice.
He couldn't get out of there anymore. He was already in too deep, unable to resist this little brat.
“I'm done with your throat. Now get up.”
Aizawa pulled him up by his hair and walked him the few steps to his desk where he bent him over. Just like Hitoshi had laid over before for him, kicking his legs apart and pushing his face against the cold, dark wood.
The student whimpered when he was manhandled like that, but it was completely what he expected of his teacher. And he wouldn't want it any other way.
“Now, you said you wanted me to deflower you, huh? You want your tight teen holes destroyed by your old teacher. Is that right ?”
Aizawa grunted, lifting Hitoshi's skirt up and taking a good look at his dripping wet cunt.
His juices were already running down his inner thighs and his legs were trembling, having a hard time supporting his weight. Good thing he was bent over his desk. Aizawa enjoyed how affected Hitoshi was by this and how he seemed to enjoy this. Aizawa hadn't been wanted like that in a long time.
He loved the power he held over Hitoshi and the way he made him feel. That was worth every consequence.
“Y-Yes, please. Sensei. Fuck me. Use my ass or my pussy, I don't care. Just please, fill me up and let me feel your cock.”
Hitoshi moaned with a shaky voice.
His cunt pulsed and his clit throbbed with every word Aizawa said to him. Hitoshi couldn't believe his luck. Aizawa really did it.
He felt his big hand cupping both his cheeks and thick fingers feeling him up, pressing against his tight rim and wandering down to his cunt, dipping his fingers into his slicked up hole.
Hitoshi arched his back again and pushed backwards against his teacher's fingers. He was begging for more.
But Aizawa wouldn't have it. He retreated his hands and slapped the students ass hard.
Hitoshi moaned loudly and his thighs trembled, a big red handprint appearing on his ivory skin.
“Don't be so greedy, brat. This isn't about you. You might offer me your body, but I will decide what I will do with it. You take what I give you and accept it gratefully. Understood?”
Aizawa growled and slapped his ass again, this time the other cheek.
Slick was dripping down Hitoshi's cunt when he heard the threatening undertone of his teacher's voice and Hitoshi nodded obediently.
“Y-Yes, Sensei. Thank you, Sensei.”
He answered meekly, afraid he would ruin everything with his horny behavior.
“Thats better, Toshi. And now you better let me decide which hole to fuck in silence or you can keep your virginity.”
Aizawa squeezed his plump butt cheek and dug his nails into his ivory skin until Hitoshi whimpered and moaned. Aizawa knew he needed to silence that pretty mouth soon, but he just loved hearing those pathetic sounds.
Hitoshi was cute as fuck and Aizawa could listen to his needy whimpers and moans all day long, it made his cock even harder and dripping pre.
It would be so much better if they were in one of their rooms, it would be much less dangerous.
Here in semi public in his classroom he couldn't risk the boy giving them away.
So he stuffed his capture weapon in his students mouth to silence those sweet pretty moans.
Then he pressed the head of his cock against Hitoshi's pussy, teasing his student by rubbing it through his soaked slit. He was so wet and soft, it felt amazing. He didn't need to think long about which hole he wanted to deflower. It was easy.
Who didn't want to fuck a boy with a cunt?
After a bit more teasing and watching Hitoshi writhing beneath him, he decided to have mercy on the boy. And also because his dick couldn't take it any longer either. He wanted to be inside that soft, wet and hot hole. He wanted to feel it all around him, sucking him in.
“Alright, Hitoshi. Are you ready for your Sensei's big dick?”
Aizawa teased, fisting his length a few times that was always covered in his juices and then lined himself up with his tight hole.
He watched Hitoshi fingering himself, barely getting two of his slender fingers inside. So he couldn't wait to know how he would feel around his dick.
Hitoshi nodded heavily, shaking his ass and grinding it against Aizawa's crotch impatiently.
The boy moaned into his teacher's capture weapon, but nothing more than a silent cry was audible.
“Yeah, I know I know. I would love to hear you, but we can't have you being loud in my classroom. We don't want to get caught now, do we ? That could end pretty badly for me. So you better appreciate what I am risking for your greedy boy pussy.”
And with that, Aizawa rammed his cock deep into Hitoshi. With one hard thrust he forced his whole pulsing length inside until his crotch kissed the boys hips.
Hitoshi screamed behind the capture weapon and breathed heavily through his nose, trying to get used to the sheer size of his teacher's cock that stretched him out. Just like he wanted to.
He got what he asked for and he was in heaven.
He wanted to get stretched out and feel his Sensei inside his body, and he surely did. He was even thicker than he expected. Sure he already had him inside his throat, but this wasn't comparable at all.
It was like Hitoshi was ripped in half by this hot, hard and pulsing cock. Aizawa let him breathe for a few seconds, feeling how tightly Hitoshi's cunt squeezed around him. He was definitely a virgin. Aizawa had never been inside someone this tight, it felt like he snapped his dick in half if he stayed inside of him for longer. Like this, Aizawa wouldn't be able to last long.
The teacher pulled himself out of his student slowly, enjoyed his suppressed moans and whimpers only he could hear now. His cock was throbbing and pulsing with need, immediately craving the tight wet heat again as soon as he was outside of him.
Aizawa took a few deep breaths, staring down at his students ass and his dripping cunt before he thrusted back inside again.
The thought of fucking his student in his classroom was too hot and Aizawa was too overwhelmed with need that every rational thought left his brain.
He had found Hitoshi always cute and pretty and yes, maybe he had thought about him too when he jerked off. But he had never thought Hitoshi would feel the same. Aizawa was double his age.
Which made this all the more exciting. Such a young, virgin pussy begging for his dick was something Aizawa couldn't deny.
“Fuck, Hitoshi. You shouldn't have done this. You really shouldn't have come here dressed like this. You just ruined both our life's.”
Aizawa grunted as he thrusted deep and hard into Hitoshi's tight, warm walls.
Hitoshi's arms were held by the dark haired man on the small of his back, making the boy unable to move, restraining his body. Aizawa loved how weak Hitoshi was for him. His thighs trembled and his knees gave out every time Aizawa pounded into his cunt. The student was completely at his mercy, coming undone beneath him from only a few thrusts of his dick.
Since Hitoshi couldn't answer him either and only whined into his spit soaked scarf, Aizawa had the full power and control over his student. The dark haired man hadn't felt this electrified and excited for a long time.
His thrusts became harder and he picked up the pace, loud squelching sounds echoing through the classroom every time he pulled out and plunged back inside.
But there wasn't just his juices dripping down his inner thighs. There was also a little bit of blood.
Fuck.
So he really was a virgin.
“God, Hitoshi. So you really gave your first time to your much older teacher. What a fucking slut you are. I promise you, you will never be able to fuck someone your age after I'm done with you.”
Aizawa rasped, now even more turned on than before. The tightness of his hole and his strong reaction to Aizawa's cock inside of him was proof enough that he was his first. But the blood was the visible proof no one was able to deny. He really had just deflowered his student who was now moaning all the more into his scarf.
Hitoshi's pretty purple eyes rolled back into his skull and his walls clenched only harder around his Sensei's dick, pulling him inside deeper, begging for his cum.
Aizawa groaned as he felt the contractions of Hitoshi's soft velvet walls and he was all too willing to give him everything that he had.
But Aizawa also knew he was just as doomed as Hitoshi. After he had been inside his divine cunt, he would never be able to fuck someone his own age as well. He needed young and desperate students like Hitoshi who begged to be taken by him.
Who could go back after they fucked someone this cute and tight and willing like this boy?
Aizawa really shouldn't have done this.
Aizawa watched how his girthy length stretched Hitoshi out and disappeared inside his body again and again. The loud smacking sounds of their bodies meeting each other mixed with the squelching of his wet pussy and made it clear for everyone who passed his classroom what they were doing here.
But Aizawa didn't give a fuck anymore.
He was close. Damn close and he wanted to fill his student up with his cum. He wanted to see it dribble out again and fuck it back inside.
He wanted Hitoshi to remember even days after what they had done and to never forget it.
Hitoshi would never find someone better to rail him than Aizawa and Aizawa would make sure of that.
“I'm gonna breed you so good, Hitoshi. Your pretty little boy pussy is mine and mine alone. I'm gonna fill you up so much you won't be able to take it all, and I will do it again. You will come to my room at night and beg me to fuck you again. Because no one will satisfy your hunger like I can.”
Aizawa had no idea where this came from, but it was what he felt deep inside. Maybe he wanted to manipulate Hitoshi, make him his little whore. His own little cocksleeve that only wanted his dick and no one else. Make him dependent on him.
Hitoshi clenched around him tightly at these words and his clit pulsed so hard, it made the boy cum.
Aizawa's words were enough to let him come undone and give him the most intense orgasm he ever had. The boy moaned and whimpered into the scarf in his mouth and more and more slick flodded his cunt and his thighs tensed up.
Aizawa felt Hitoshi's cunt pulling him in deeper and his walls quivering with the force of his orgasm. The teacher couldn't believe this was enough for Hitoshi to make him cum. But watching the boy breaking and cumming to such words brought him over the edge as well. Hitoshi was so naughty for his age, but Aizawa loved it. He loved how corrupted the boy was and how eager for his dick. They could have so much more fun together.
Aizawa came loads into his student's cunt and filled him with his cum just like he promised. He still thrusted into him while came, slowly riding out his orgasm. It felt so fucking amazing to be surrounded by his wet warmth and his soft walls milking his cock to get even the last drop of his semen out of him. Hitoshi was greedy, that much Aizawa had learned already.
After the teacher was spent, he let go of Hitoshi's arms and pulled his capture weapon out of his mouth, allowing him to take a deep, shuddering breath.
Aizawa slowly pulled out of him, watching how a small glob of cum dribbled out of Hitoshi's stretched hole that Aizawa pushed back inside with his fingers, fingering the boy's cunt while he spoke again.
“You will take good care of the gift that I gave you. I want you to hold it inside for a whole day. I don't care how you do it. But I want to see you tomorrow after classes in my rooms in the teachers wing and I want my seed to be still inside that pretty hole. Do you understand?”
Aizawa asked with a serious voice, retreated his fingers and stuffing them in Hitoshi's mouth for him to suck them clean. And he did so obediently.
That boy was a mess, spit and tears covering his face and his cheeks were deep red. But it was Aizawa's mess, and the teacher was proud of it.
“Yes, Sensei.”
Hitoshi stuttered with Aizawa's fingers still on his mouth, overwhelmed by everything that just happened.
“Good boy, see you tomorrow then. You still have this…. ” the Teacher pulled his fingers out of Hitoshi's mouth and pushed his index finger against the boy's rim and massaged the tight muscle that didn't give in. “Hole that also needs to be deflowered by me. If I start something, I want to finish it to my full satisfaction.”
And with that, the teacher left his classroom and the half naked student inside of it.
The next day at 4pm, Aizawa heard a knock on his door. He stood up from his couch and walked over to the door to his private room within the UA.
He knew who it was. He was prepared this time.
In front of his door stood a certain purple haired boy who was dressed in nothing but a black, very short skirt and a fishnet crop top what showed his hard rosy nipples.
“My God Hitoshi. You aren't a virgin for one day and you already dress like that. Very desperate for your teacher's dick, aren't you?”
Aizawa huffed and looked down on his pretty student who also had his eyes decorated with black eyeliner.
“Y-Yes, Sensei. I'm sorry. Can I come in, please ? I did what you wanted, I kept it all inside….”
Hitoshi almost begged, his cunt filled with a metal butt plug to keep all the cum his Sensei had gifted him. It was a bit uncomfortable, but Hitoshi would do everything for Aizawa.
The dark haired man stared at his student for a while longer, but let him inside eventually. Of course he did. He just liked to see Hitoshi suffer for him.
There was no one else for him but Hitoshi.
And there was no one else but Aizawa for the boy.
They had ruined everyone else for each other.