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It’s true what they say…teaching high schoolers is a pain in the ass.
Especially when those high schoolers all have incredibly strong quirks, low attention spans and dream of nothing but becoming heroes. You knew teaching at UA would be a handful but this was much more than you predicted. After all, you assumed being a veteran hero yourself would make it easy to connect with the kids, yet none of them seem to give two shits that you have taken down villains twice your size. The lack of admiration from your own students was tolerable, sure, but today was just one of those days you wanted nothing more than to scream at the top of your lungs with how infuriating they can be.
“I wonder if he’s feeling just as frustrated today…” you mutter quietly, sitting in your rolly chair with your legs kicked up on the desk, referring to your co-worker Izuku Midoriya. You and Midoriya got along well. You two were the youngest teachers at UA, you both used to be heroes, and you both taught the first years. You and Midoriya were always working together whether in hero training, field trips, or grading papers. You’d think you’d get tired of constantly being around a person but not Midoriya. He was kind, gentle, observant. Watching him teach his students you could tell he cared a lot for them and their growth. You always admired that about him…although that was not the only thing you admired.
As if on cue, you heard a knock on your closed classroom door. You jolted upright, putting your feet back down on the floor and clearing your throat, “come in.” As the door slid open, in walked the green, curly haired freckled boy you had just been thinking about. Midoriya had the same soft smile on his face he always had, the scar under his eye crinkling slightly (you always wondered how such a soft-appearing guy could have such a brutal scar and still smile the same). He held a pile of papers in his hands, pressed up against the white button up shirt he wore. He gives a small awkward smile as he scratches the back of his head. “Hey…mind if I join you for a bit? I figured we could grade some papers together since both of our classes did an assignment on the Bill of Hero Dress Code and Costume Regulation. And honestly I don’t know about you but I have a feeling these scores aren’t going to be pretty…” Midoriya says with a tired look on his face. You sigh slightly, remembering that sulking over your troubles wasn’t a part of your paycheck. You soften and respond calmly, “yeah sure, probably for the best we work together on this anyway.”
Midoriya nods, walking over to your desk, grabbing the closest chair he could find, and sitting it on the opposite side of your desk. “You seem pretty beat today…” he says with a gentle tone, a tinge of concern in his voice. You looked up at him as you pulled the assignment papers from the drawer under your desk. You were definitely beat today: beat, tired, frustrated and heavily pent up. I mean when was the last time you even…
“Just tired from class. Honestly I don’t get how Aizawa manages to stay in this job as long as he has. These kids are exhausting…” you respond with a burnt out expression, clicking the papers against the desk so they’re neat and uniformed. Midoriya chuckles a little, “you’re telling me. One of my students today tried doing a backflip off a huge pillar in the training room today. He claimed he was trying to come up with a new signature move, but didn’t like that I told him Recovery Girl doesn’t fix every broken bone.”
I huff a small smile, “sounds like you come from experience.”
Midoriya laughed a little embarrassed, scratching the back of his head like he always did when he got embarrassed. “I guess that’s pretty obvious, huh? Either way, I just hope my students don’t make the same mistakes I did at their age…”
“Speaking of ‘mistakes…’” You sigh, staring at the pile of papers in front of both of you that needed to be graded, “I’d like to get this done soon so I can actually go home and relax.”
Midoriya chuckles, nods, and takes a pen from your pen holder on your desk, “you took those words right from my mouth.”
…
The two of you worked in silence, except for the occasional question for advice, for a while. You were glad for Midoriya’s company, it made the time go by much faster. You always found his presence comforting, the way his soft green eyes were focused on papers, his thumb pressed to his lips with a concentrated look. You had to admit, he was tantalizing to watch. Some moments you find yourself staring at him a bit too much, wondering what he looked like out of formal clothes in a more casual setting, or if his gentle smiles were still as warm outside of work, or what he did at home alone with no one to hold at night. Did he have someone to hold at night? If he didn’t, it was a crying shame for a man as kind and perfect as him. You wondered if maybe he was pent up too, with no one around to hold and-
“Y/N?” Midoriya waves his hand near your face, trying to catch your attention. You snap out of your thoughts and look at him, “h-huh? Oh! Sorry, what were you saying?”
“I was just checking on you. You seemed out of it,” Midoriya says with a slight concerned look. You shake your head, not wanting to admit the suggestive thoughts you were just having. You look down at the paper in front of you and try speaking casually, “just…thinking of how to grade this paper. They wrote that ‘dress code regulations for costumes should be pardoned for the sake of quirk use.’ However I don’t know how to respond to that in a way that makes sense in my brain…”
Midoriya leans back in his chair, humming slightly as he takes a moment to ponder. “Well, in any case that’s true. Using your quirk is important as a hero but it’s also important to wear something that wouldn’t make people uncomfortable. Miss Midnight’s debut costume is a great example of the dress code conduct. While her quirk requires her skin to be exposed for usage, most photos of her taken during her first villain takedown weren’t appropriate enough to be used on news channels or articles, therefore minimizing her exposure to social media. That’s why she had her suit updated to…” he begins rambling, a habit he always had when it came to analyzing heroes. You cracked a small smile, finding the habit to be quite cute. You didn’t bother interrupting him, but after a bit he realized he was losing the topic at hand and blushed a little embarrassed, “s-sorry, that’s a bad habit of mine.”
You chuckle a little, propping your chin against your hand as you lean against the desk, “it’s alright, I don’t mind. It’s kind of cute.”
Midoriya’s cheeks redden some more before he averts his eyes, scratching his cheek lightly, “b-but to answer your question, I think giving the student an example of dress code conduct would help them understand.”
You nod your head and start writing on the paper, “yeah I remember my first dress code conduct. Boy, was that embarrassing…” Midoriya’s eyes widened as he looked to you again, “you…you got a hero suit violation?” You laugh a little as you keep grading, “sort of, it was nothing major. It was during my second week as a sidekick and I was up against this villain with an acid quirk. The bastard disintegrated the strap that held up my top and the damn thing just fell right off.”
Midoriya’s face went shocked, “you…you were completely topless?”
You burst into laughter at his response as you stood up from your chair, stretching your arms “no dummy, I had a sports bra on obviously. But apparently some old lady was watching my fight and reported me to the HSC and I got a pink slip. It was all mostly a misunderstanding but I was so embarrassed.”
Midoriya swallowed, a faint blush still on his cheeks. You barely managed to catch it, but his gaze briefly went down to your chest before he looked away, “r-right…w-well I’m sorry to hear that. That must’ve been a mess to deal with.”
There was a small silence as you looked at him. Did he just look at your chest? Did the thought of your top coming off get him that flustered? You feel a slight twirl in the bottom of your stomach as you look at him, then speak in a low, soft tone, “why are you looking away?”
His green eyes snapped back to look at you, the blush still on his slightly flustered expression, “I-I’m not…n-no reason just…sorry I probably shouldn’t…” he stutters, struggling to come up with what to say.
“Midoriya…don’t tell me the thought of me topless made you embarrassed~” you smirk slightly with a light teasing tone. You began walking over to the storage closet in the back of the class to grab some more paper. His face got more red as he looked away, standing up quickly from the chair and waving his hands in front of him “n-no! It’s not like that, honest! I mean…y-you’re a very beautiful woman and-”
“You think I’m beautiful?” you interrupt softly surprised, stopping in your tracks just a few feet away from him as you look at him. There was a silent pause as you both just looked at each other, Midoriya’s face flushed. Finally he spoke timidly after a couple beats, looking away as he leaned his hands back against the desk behind him, “w-well yeah…I’ve always thought that. I mean I feel like any guy would be an idiot to not notice you’re attractive.”
You turned your body to fully face him, taking a few steps until you now stood in front of him. He was taller up close, taller than you realized, and he smelled lightly of a crisp morning dew aroma. “You’ve never mentioned anything before…” you add with a soft, low tone. He swallowed as he looked down at you, his body tense and his cheeks still blushing, “w-well it isn’t really professional of me to say such things about a coworker…”
“Even if the coworker thinks the same things about you?” you add gently, lightly brushing your hand against his arm, just under the part of the sleeves rolled up to his elbow.
He let out a slight shaky breath, looking into your eyes. “I don’t know if you think as detailed as I do…”
Those words made your stomach twist again, a slow growing feeling tensing deep within you. Your hand travels up his arm, across his shoulder and then down lightly over his chest. You could feel his heavy beating heart against your hand. “I’d really like to find out…”
You could tell he was cracking, his eyes betraying how badly he wanted this too, “it’s really not the kind of thing you can do in a classroom…” he adds timidly. You narrow your eyes, quickly stepping away from him and heading for the door. He watches you surprised and confused, until he sees you lock the door and walk back over to him. “There, problem fixed,” you say with a focused look in your eyes. Midoriya’s face flushes more as he watches you get closer, “h-hold up, are you really sure about this? I mean w-we’re coworkers a-and we’ve never really talked about this and-”
You walk up until you stand in front of him, then take his face and hold it so he’s looking at you, “listen to me…” he pauses, staring down at you with a slight taken aback look. You continue with a softer tone, “if you tell me to stop, I will stop I swear…so do you want me to stop?”
“I-I…it’s not that I want you to stop…” he starts to say, averting his gaze.
“Then what is it?” you asked in a quiet but needing to know expression.
Midoriya turns back to look at you, briefly looks at your lips for a second, and then back to your eyes, “it’s that I don’t know if I'll be able to hold back.”
Your breath caught in your throat as you looked at him, the suggesting words coming from his mouth making your heart skip a beat. He kept looking at you as he continued, “you are a beautiful woman, Y/N, I have always thought that. You have these really gentle eyes and a nice body and your voice is…H-however I don’t want to make you feel like I want you just for…for this. You’re so much more and-”
You bring your face close to him and press your lips to his. His body went tense for a moment as the warmth of the kiss seemed to spread to both of your bodies. You closed your eyes, enjoying the electrifying feeling you’ve secretly been imagining for forever. You feel his hesitancy fade as he kisses you back, his hands slowly finding their way to your hips and holding them gently. The kiss starts slow, then begins to grow firmer and hungrier. Both your lips move fervently against each other, and you reach your hands to the back of his head to run through his curly green hair. His breath hitches and he pulls away from the kiss, his eyes dark with need and the still reluctant struggle to hold back, “you…you shouldn’t kiss me like that…” he says, already a little breathless.
“And why not?” you ask quietly.
“Because I’ll want a lot more than that…” he says quietly, his dark eyes slowly losing their sense of logic.
You feel your legs slightly squeeze together in anticipation as you look at him, “Midoriya I’ve had one hell of a week, and right now I want nothing more than to let it all go. And this…this sounds and feels way too good to let go.”
His expression softens as he lets out a slight shaky exhale. He brought his hand up to your cheek, caressed his thumb against it gently, “you promise?”
You place your hand over his on your cheek and nod, your expression matching his, “yes.”
He takes a moment to study your face before coming to a conclusion, “then…I’ll do my best to make it worth it.”
He carefully and gently moved his lips back onto yours, the contact warming your entire body. Once again it was slow, hesitant, unsure, but then you could feel the fear drain from both of you as your lips moved together. His hands slid up to your hips, holding them softly in place as he kept kissing you, while you let your hands drift to his shoulders. The kisses became more firm, passionate, hungry until both of you were letting out quiet, gentle sighs as you lost yourselves. His hands gripped your hips tighter, the fabric of your skirt bunching up in his scarred hands. In a quick, sudden movement, he flipped your positions until your backside was against the desk. He held your hips tightly, lifted you up onto the desk without ever once separating his eager lips from yours. Your breaths became heavier in anticipation, your mind beginning to lose itself in the tense feeling in your gut. He stood himself between your legs, causing them to separate slightly as he lightly licked your bottom lip, a small plea to let him have more of you. You obliged him gladly, parting your lips more so your tongues collided and met together. Everything felt so warm and exhilarating, your body aching with such need you swear you were going to explode.
He broke the kiss again, breathing heavy as he leaned his head down, his green hair nearly covering his closed eyes. “Y/N…please…please let me feel you,” he opened his eyes to look into yours with a look like a starved desperate man, “let me touch you…please.”
Your heart flutters at his desperate words and eyes, a look so sweet how could you possibly say no? You nod your head, trying not to make it obvious how eager you were for him to touch you. He took a deep shaky breath as his hand that was previously on your hip slid over your thigh, grazing the inner part just before tracing the edge of your skirt. “I promise, I’ll make you feel good. You ask me anything and I’ll do it okay?” He speaks low and sweet, his hand reaching under your skirt slowly until it finally reaches the edge of your panties. Your breath hitched, your hands clenching the edge of the desk as your heart beat so hard in your chest you swore you weren’t going to last long.
He gently pressed a finger over your underwear, sliding it up and down, feeling the outline of your folds under his touch. He leaned his head against your shoulder, like he was struggling to hold himself back, “I…I honestly can’t believe I’m not dreaming right now. You really are so beautiful, Y/N. I-” his hand trails to the edge of your panties again, pushing it to one side as his middle finger now lightly pressed into your folds, making you gasp slightly and your legs clench. His breath hitched as he felt you directly, how slick you were against his finger, “and fuck, you’re already so wet…” he said breathless, letting his middle finger slowly glide up and down, briefly running over your entrance and then up to your clit. It made you shudder, a slight whimper escaping your lips. He sensed your shudder, lifting his head up to look into your eyes. You weren’t sure what you looked like right now but whatever it was you could see the growing arousal in his expression from watching you. “You make it so hard to wait…” he says gently, “but as much as I want you, I have been thinking about seeing you like this for too long to rush things.”
He let his finger slowly twirl around your clit, making you moan quietly and your back arch slightly. You hold onto his shoulders, gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly. “Y-you…t-thought about this?” you ask shakily, struggling to keep your voice steady. “I know. I know I’m so sorry I know it’s perverted but…” his finger begins to rub your pleasure faster, causing you to moan again, “but you really have no idea how attractive I’ve always found you to be. You just…have this aura to you. When you walk in a room it’s like the air becomes warm and I can’t stop myself from looking at you. I wanted to ask you out on a date but…”
“Y-you…s-seriously?” you ask surprised with a breathy shaky voice as his movements didn’t stop giving you pleasure, in fact they became more firm and determined as you both spoke. He leans his head into your shoulder again, letting his finger and hand just get lost in touching you in such an intimate spot, while his other hand tenderly caresses your hip. “Seriously, I mean it. I mean I’ve had a massive crush on you since our first collaboration with the first years. I should’ve asked you out months ago but I was so scared you’d say no.”
You huff a small laugh before your moans interrupted it, your hips struggling to stay still, “t-that’s…r-really sweet of you but…I think my answer should be really obvious by now…”
“I know…” he says quietly, bringing his lips close to your face as he kisses your cheek. His finger slid off your clit and down to your entrance, rubbing the outside in one slow circle before pushing inside you. You shudder and moan under his touch, the adrenaline in your veins adding to the overwhelming sense of pleasure. “And while I did kinda plan for this to start differently, I…I don’t think I can stop.” He pressed another finger in, your hand gripping his shirt tighter as your eyes shut and you let your head fall forward. He brushes the hair that fell over your eyes with his free hand, moving it to hold your cheek as he watches your expression. His fingers move with such a gentle, but firm movement, like he was being careful but also knew the right amount of pressure to make it feel good. “God, you feel so soft…” he whispers gently as he keeps moving his fingers, sliding them in and out, slightly curving his digits inwards to draw out your shaky gasps. “So warm and…and tight. It’s already so much better than I imagined it feeling…”
“Q-quit saying that kind of stuff, it’s embarrassing…” you add with a shaky voice, opening your eyes slightly to look at him. “Sorry sorry,” he says quickly, his fingers now pushing in at a quicker pace as your moans quicken. You let your head fall back, your hips slightly moving in rhythm with his fingers. This was good…too good…but also not good enough. You needed more soon or you’d lose your mind. You both heard the clock in the classroom ding for the hour, reminding you both of the time crunch and the risk you were both playing messing around like this. “It’s…it’s already 5pm. We won’t have long before-”
“Fuck me.” you ask in a serious, almost pleading way. His eyes widened as he looked at you, his fingers halting in their tracks. “F-f-fuck? Y-you? Like right now?? I-I mean I’d love to but what if you’re not-”
“I’m ready,” you say more firmly, a hungry, dark look in your eyes. He studied your expression for a moment, swallowing before nodding his head. “It’ll be quick, I promise!” he said quickly, placing both of his hands on your hips. You fight back a small laugh at his polite eagerness in a time like this, “you don’t need to rush, Midoriya. You can-” your words are interrupted as he tugs your hips forward to the edge of the desk, causing your cheeks to flush at the quick eager movement, “e-easy now…”
“Lay back…” he says softly, looking down at you as he holds your hips, your legs on either side of his waist. You swallow, then let yourself lean back until your back touches the wood of the desk. He leans over you, his teller frame overshadowing you as he presses his lips to you. You could feel the solid muscle under his button up shirt, and the extremely distracting poking arousal now pressed between your legs. God, you wanted it so bad and it was right there. He kept kissing you, one arm propping himself over the desk while the other worked to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. The sound of that alone was enough to make you squirm. You heard more shifting until finally he broke the kiss to look down at you, your faces only centimeters apart. “Are you ready?” he asked with a caring, thoughtful tone. You have a second to just take him all in, making sure you commit those delectable sweet green eyes into memory, “yes.”
His expression softened, leaning down to give your cheek a small kiss before pressing his lower body more into you, the feeling of his hard member brushing against your folds. Holy fuck, there it was, his cock against your opening and it was taking everything in you not to just wrap your legs around his hips and push him into you. It seemed he was having the same struggle of self-restraint as he took some deep heavy breaths, before slowly aligning himself against you and pushing himself inside you. You breathe out a moan, your head tilting back as you feel him slide in, inch by inch. Once he was fully in, you both looked at each other as your breaths synchronized. His eyebrows were knit together, his hands holding your hips with a strong tremble, “I can’t…I-I can’t I’m sorry.”
With that he began moving his hips, the first two thrusts sending fuzzy jolts through your body. He wasn’t going too fast or too slow, you could tell he was holding back but fuck you didn’t care. He felt so goddamn good inside of you and you were squeezing onto him so tight like you’d never let go. He leaned his forehead against yours as he grinded and pushed into you, his cock sliding in and out in such a teasing rhythm. “F-faster…faster please…” you whimper under him, your breaths becoming moans at this point. He looked at you with a slightly worried but aroused expression, “but…you’re already being so loud, and we don’t have much time…” he looked to the locked classroom door, keeping the fluid pace of his hips. “Izuku…please…” you beg gently.
His eyes snap back to you, the sound of his first name on your lips for the first time cracking his rationality. “I…fuck…please bear with me then,” he says quickly as one of his arms wrap around your waist, pressing himself tightly against you as he buries his face in your neck and begins fucking you at a fast, urgent pace. You gasp out a surprised moan just before Izuku clasps his other hand over your mouth to muffle your sounds. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry just hold on…” he pleads as he keeps the brutally quick pace, doing his best to keep his own noises in. You shut your eyes tight, the knot in your stomach growing bigger and bigger as he kept fucking you. If this kept up you were gonna…
He breathed heavily into your neck, his breaths as sporadic as his hips, “Y/N…should I…should I cum outside?” you immediately shake your head no, thankful for the birth control you were on because fuck would you be needing it today. He breathed a breathy sigh of relief, “oh thank god…thank- fuck-” he moaned, his hips pushing in deeper and quicker as he got closer to his finish. You were right beside him, your moans getting higher pitched and quicker as your back arched into him. “F-fuck…I…I’m coming. I can’t stop it, I- ah~!” Izuku moans into your neck once again, his hips giving one huge thrust as you feel your own body orgasm too. Your mind goes completely fuzzy as you gasp into his hand over your mouth, your body tensing and twitching under him. He gasped as he felt you cum and tighten around him, his hips jerking forward as his own cum pumps into you. You both were gasping and cumming together for a few moments until finally your panting slows down to quiet, shallow breaths. With your bodies still pressed tight together, Izuku lifts his head from your neck and looks down at you, a flushed, almost dazed expression on his face. He brought his hand that was previously holding your mouth closed to caress your cheek, before leaning down and pressing his forehead to yours. “I…I hope I never forget how good that felt…” he muttered, earning a small breathy chuckle from you. You bring your hand up to caress his cheek as well, running your thumb along his scar under his eye, “I’m sure you won’t…I know I won’t.”
He lifts his head up to look down at you, a slight bashful expression on his face, “I know this is probably stupid of me to ask after doing…well this, but…would you…wanna maybe get dinner tonight? Just the two of us?”
You feel your heart flutter as a warm smile comes to your face, “I’d love for nothing more.”
He smiles back, a giddy, excited look in his eyes, “great! Then…then lets get cleaned up and head out!”
“We still haven’t finished grading you know?” I smirk a little.
He chuckles a little, kisses your forehead sweetly and responds with a gentle, loving voice, “it can wait.”