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He didn’t know his whimpers could be as loud as they are right now, but that could just be the blood rushing in his ears, or the slurping, sucking sound that reverbs around the room. The way Present Mic’s mouth vibrates with a constant humming noise against his throbbing clit as he sucks on it, making him dizzy as his eyes sting with tears. “Mic sensei—” He can’t help himself, he’s panting and his thighs shake, his body heated with arousal. The man only presses gnarled fingers harder into his skin, making him grind his dick into the man's mouth harder, his ass pressed into the desk Hizashi teaches on. Hizashi is kneeling on the floor, a sight to see, Izuku’s leg hitched over his shoulder as he moans while eating him out.
He’s still clothed, black leather jacket on and hair messy after a full day of teaching, blond stresses handled into a bun. His maroon eyes closed as he licked and swirled his tongue around his clit, savoring the taste of musky slick before sucking it into his mouth. The man is starved, eating him out in the classroom after telling him he needed to “stay back” to “discuss some important matters.” Little did he know he’d make him sit on his desk so he could focus on his “delicious fucking meal.”
He groans as Hizashi practically huffs his cunt, teeth softly scraping over his mound and diving in to lick around the rim of his cunt, his nose nudging his clit. It drives him insane; He needs to touch, to move his hands, to grab onto something, anything. His knurled fingers softly pet over Hizashi’s exposed neck, into the soft stresses of his hair. It makes Hizashi moan. The sound reverbs onto him. It makes him soaked, aroused, and laser focused on touching more to feel more reactions; down his shoulder inside his shirt, down to his back as little as he can reach. Hizashi’s skin is soft and strong muscled, tensing under his fingertips as he moves along his cunt.
“Mic sensei– fuck, Mic sensei.” He touches down to Hizashi’s shoulders again, helping him take off his jacket and shirt, golden chain glinting in the late afternoon sun as he's exposed. Mic doesn’t even take a second before he dives back in, kissing and biting his freckled thigh as he licks from perineum to clit, sucking hard and bobbing his head, and he’s so close he can’t even bear it. He tugs on Mic’s hair, the man moans and with long fingers dips into his cunt, two fingers at a time, immediately grinding into that soft spot he knows Izuku loves. It makes him pant and groan, holding onto his hair as he grinds harder into his mouth, “Mic sensei, I’m– I’m so close! wait!” He can’t even find logic in his brain that tells him Mic can’t really hear much without his hearing aid, probably askew as he eats his cunt and he's crushed by thighs worthy of a hero prospect.
Mic slurps on his clit, and the movement of his fingers turns insistent and consistent, thumb playing with the rim and under his clit as he sucks and fingers him. He feels himself cream, thick and slick, onto his sensei’s fingers, his tongue, the moment he cums and pulses around those knobby, long fingers that reach right where he likes it. Present Mic is slowly talking and getting him through it as he cums, “Breathe baby, breathe nice and deep for me. Let me feel you cum. Take as long as you need.” But he can barely make sense of anything but how he feels as he holds on for dear life onto the man's wide shoulders. He feels on cloud nine, and as Mic sensei kisses up his body, tenderly coming up to kiss him with a slick soaked chin and a musky cum tasting tongue, he desperately wants this man naked.
“Sweetheart–” Mic melts as he kisses Izuku, tongues dancing and biting his lip. Izuku concentrated on getting this man naked though, not letting him finish anything he’d have to say right now. “Take it off— off!” He tugs at his pants as he bites his lower lip, his neck, the need to mark him enough to drive him insane somehow. And he doesn’t care that they’re in a classroom, it’s late enough as it is to worry about something like that as Mic pulls his pants down, his hair tie thrown about on the floor carelessly and blonde hair falling in soft waves, wisps of it framing his handsome face. His mustache and goatee are wet with his arousal.
Izuku loves his sensei’s cock. It’s long, curved upward, uncut, and most importantly, pierced. But what drives him insane right now are those fingers. The same ones that are sliding between his sticky pussy lips, gliding along his labia easily as he dips three fingers inside right off the bat. It makes him whimper and his legs shake, holding onto the desk behind him for support as Hizashi sucks on a nipple. He whines with pleasure, and Hizashi's condescending voice reverbs in his ears, “Oh, I know sweetheart. Can't help this needy little cunt of yours, can you? Let sensei make you cum again before he fucks you so good I'll have to carry you out of this classroom.” There’s a growl in his voice, and it makes him gush around his sensei’s fingers.
A calloused thumb presses hard against his throbbing clit, rubbing in neat circles around him as his fingers dip deeper, grinding against his g-spot. Hizashi's free hand wraps around his throat, pressing on the sides of his freckled neck as his mouth meets Izuku’s, the cold of Hizashi’s rings make him tremble. “This horny little pussy is so, so wet, baby.” The need to breathe arises, but between Hizashi’s lips, wispy as his mustache tickles his nose, the wide palm that presses against his larynx makes him throb around Mic’s knuckles. His clit throbs with the need for attention, a whore in itself.
Mic must’ve realized this because next thing he knows the man’s ringed thumb is pressing insistent circles around it, his dull nail giving him the same pleasurable pain his teeth gave him earlier. His lungs struggle to take in air, just the way Hizashi knows he likes, and he’s so close. Close enough that his thighs lock Hizashi’s hand between them, getting his freckles and his sensei’s wrist wet. Faintly he realizes his sensei is talking, specifically, talking him through his orgasm again as oxygen finally meets his lungs. He’s finally aware of the way his thighs shake violently, still, his orgasm overtaking his senses. He desperately gasps, tugging on Hizashi’s arms as he cums.
Hizashi doesn’t hesitate to slip in easily, his groan loud and masculine; Hizashi sounded divine when he was aroused, and Izuku couldn't get enough of it. His voice shook as he slid in to the base, “Oh I love it when you’re this aroused, honey. It makes your cunt that much more loose and wet,” He pants as he slowly starts thrusting, a ring of white creamy slick adorns his cock, “Makes me slide in so easily. Your cunt’s such an easy whore, baby. So good for me.”
Mic’s hands press around Izuku’s hips, freckled, soft muscled skin spilling between his fingers with its soft layer of fat. “Fuck. I love how you feel on my fingers, so fucking soft, baby.” His thrusts are relentlessly deep, that piercing on the tip of his cock pressing unashamed against his g-spot. Hizashi grinds himself into Izuku, ketting that soft cunt take him in as deep as he needs, his own pelvis meeting Izuku’s with a squelching wet sound, “Hear that, sweetheart? That’s ‘yer wet cunt!” He laughs breathlessly. Hizashi’s always been a yapper, it’s no different when he has sex.
The man fucks like he’s possessed, grinding your buttons until you surrender and fall pliant and soft against him. With Izuku it never was any different. His hair is a mess, blond stresses stuck to his face and neck by his sweat along with a manic grin as he looks right into Izuku’s eyes. Izuku however is holding on by a singular thread, his sanity going downhill as this man nudged the head of his cock right into the front of his cunt. It makes him squirt prematurely, and he’s not sure how much more liquid his pussy can throw about.
His cunt throbs violently as his sensei takes hold of his freckled thighs, trembling as they may be, wide palms soon meeting his ass. “Oh, you poor thing.” He says, grip tightening as he grinds him up and down, lifting him as he thrusts his cock deep, his voice sounds drunk when he moans, dripping with lust as he holds on, “Sensei—”
The sight of Izuku throwing his head back, voice choked up as he gasps and whines; his face is blushed up to his ears, down his neck, sweat soaked and gleaming. His eyes are closed now, and as Hizashi places his ass down on the edge of the desk again, his hand roaming upwards from his chest up his throat, pressing fingers to the sides as the boy groans a harsh, loud “yesss!”. He adjusts his angle, grinding his piercing into soft, pliantly soaked flesh. He feels exhausted, invigorated, close.
Izuku is moving in his rhythm, their hips meeting in slick, deep strokes. And just as their climax starts, thighs shaking, hand pressing harder before letting go, Izuku’s toes pointed and his clit pulsing violently with his orgasm; they both snap at the sound of the door slamming open. They cum against each other relentlessly, their lust hazed gazes meeting intense black eyes. Aizawa stands at the door, stunned silent. And they can’t stop, their gazes don’t stray for a second. Their hips hump and fuck against each other, not able to stop themselves from such a strong orgasm. They fulfill each other's desperate need, not when strong muscular thighs wrap around Hizashi’s hips as he fills him with his seed.
Their breaths come in heavy, panting as they languidly thrust into each other; twitching with the last remnants of their orgasms. Hizashi slips out of Izuku, cum spilling out of the boy’s cunt in thick drops onto the floor. He finally meets Aizawa’s eyes clearly.
“Sorry, did you wanna join, Sho?”