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It was supposed to be a relatively straightforward assignment for his students.

His class had recently received their provisional licenses (excluding Todoroki and Bakugou, but Shouta had no doubt that they would obtain their own licenses soon enough). And Shouta decided to give his students the opportunity to join him on his night patrol, one-on-one.

It was a decision that he had made after careful consideration. There were always risks out in the field, even in areas that were low on crime. But after everything that his kids his students had faced during their first semester, he was confident that they would be up for it.

Not to mention, Shouta was more than capable of keeping his students safe when the situation called for it. His class hadn’t been the only ones that had proven themselves over the last semester, which was an accomplishment that Shouta had taken much pride in.

Shouta had brought along a couple of his students out on patrol so far; some of them had shown potential as underground heroes, others hadn’t.

He wasn’t disappointed with the ones who hadn’t shown potential; it was still important for them to learn what being an underground hero meant, even if they decided not to pursue that path of heroism. It would be a formative experience that would further them on their journeys to become heroes— Something that he would never be upset about giving to them.

…Even with all of that being said, Shouta couldn't help but feel the beginning stages of a headache when he saw the name of the student next on his list.

Midoriya Izuku.

Midoriya was a good kid who showed great potential as a hero. He was smart and resourceful, having made an impressive amount of improvement since the beginning of the school year.

Shouta had no doubt that his student would do his best on this assignment, confident that he would do well adapting to the new environment. He was certain that the kid even had the potential to become an underground hero if he ever had an interest in pursuing it.

There was one problem despite all of that.

Midoriya Izuku was a troublemaker.

Despite his cheerful (albeit anxious) demeanor, the kid had quickly been dubbed the problem child of this batch of students, having shown himself to be one of the most troublesome. He listened to authority figures just as much as he disregarded following the orders that were given to him. Orders that were given to protect him.

Not to mention his problematic relationship with Bakugou. Shouta still needed to figure out what that was all about…

He let out a small, long-suffering sigh as he stopped that line of thought before he could inflict a migraine on himself— something that had happened before. On multiple occasions. His expression hardened as he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and turned around to face his student.

“Midoriya,” Shouta said, deciding to get this part over with before they got too far into the actual patrol. Midoriya straightened up as he gave him his full attention after hearing the stern tone of his voice.

“You will follow my lead. You will not disobey my orders. You will not jump into a situation—dangerous or not—before me. If you cannot follow my instructions, I will give you detention, and you will be unable to use your provisional license for the unforeseeable future until you convince me that you have learned your lesson.”

His student was watching him with wide, nervous eyes throughout his rant.

“Yes, Sensei!” Midoriya squeaked, quickly nodding his head in agreement. He had an embarrassed look on his face at the stern warning, seemingly understanding that this was a talk specifically being given to him.

“Eraserhead,” Shouta corrected, his voice losing some of its sternness after his student’s quick agreement.

Midoriya brightened up at that, and the kid bit his bottom lip to stifle an excited grin. “R-right! Eraserhead.”

Shouta didn’t allow himself to show his amusement, not responding as he turned down a nearby alleyway. He didn’t hesitate to shoot out his capture-weapon to wrap around a fire escape, and he hauled himself up as he started scaling the side of the building with practiced ease.

He jumped up onto the rooftop in a crouch, straightening up as he looked over his shoulder, down at his student who was still in the alleyway below. Midoriya was looking up at him wide-eyed, a blatant look of admiration on his face; his emerald eyes were practically sparkling with awe.

Shouta smirked at the amusing expression, making sure to hide it behind his capture-weapon. He jerked his head to the side to signal his student to follow him when he still seemed to be frozen in place.

Midoriya snapped out of his reverie, nodding in understanding as he glanced between both buildings on either side of the alleyway. He lowered himself into a crouch as he activated his quirk before launching himself up and bouncing off the exterior of both buildings until he landed on the rooftop beside him.

Shouta was mildly impressed at the display, privately wondering when his student had learned that. He gave the kid a nod of approval, and Midoriya seemed to preen at the hint of praise. Shouta decided to ignore the little bit of fondness he felt at that.

“We’re going to be traveling by rooftop,” Shouta murmured, keeping his voice low as he explained the reasoning behind the decision to his student. “It will give us a better view of what’s happening on the streets below, and the opportunity to surprise any villains that we potentially come across.”

“Right,” Midoriya mumbled, nodding along absentmindedly as he considered the explanation.

Shouta hid another smile behind his capture-weapon when he noticed how his student’s hands twitched with the desire to write his words down. He didn’t say anything else before he shot off running and jumped across the wide berth of the alleyway and onto the rooftop on the other side of it. He was pleased to hear the sound of his student following after him a moment later.

After over a decade of running along rooftops during his patrols at night, Shouta was silent even as his heavy boots hit the ground. Midoriya was a bit loud from his inexperience, and Shouta was about to stop to give him a brief lesson on stealth when a frightened, feminine voice came from the streets below them.

Shouta picked up the pace to chase after the sound before jumping off the rooftop and dropping down into the alleyway from which the frightened voice had come. He activated his quirk when he processed the scene that he had dropped in on and wrapped the assaulter up in his capture-weapon without hesitation.

The scumbag swore as his limbs were bound together, and he immediately started thrashing in the binds of his capture-weapon even as the material tightened around him. Shouta pulled the struggling man closer to him, focusing on putting distance between the assaulter and the victim.

The woman who had been cornered by the man fled the alleyway the moment that he pulled the assailant off of her. Shouta felt a twinge of concern and opened his mouth to tell his student to follow her to ensure that she was safe and to convince her to stay behind to give a statement to the police once they arrived to arrest the assailant.

It was in that moment that he made what would become not only the biggest mistake of his career as a hero, but the biggest mistake of his life.

He stopped using his quirk.

The second that he blinked, a burst of pink dust exploded from the assailant without warning, the dense cloud of dust hitting him smack in the face and getting into his eyes— effectively blinding him.

Shouta stumbled back from the force of it, wheezing after he had breathed in a lungful of it. He felt his student grab him from behind, his gloved hands resting on his waist as he steadied him so that he didn’t fall on his own ass.

“Sensei!” Midoriya exclaimed from behind him, sounding scared. Shouta hated that his own carelessness was the cause of it.

Despite himself, Shouta had loosened his grip on his capture-weapon in his surprise, and the assaulter used the opportunity to break free from the binding of his capture-weapon.

Midoriya swore under his breath when he noticed that the man had broken free, seeming to debate chasing after him as he fled from the scene in the opposite direction that the woman had taken.

Shouta couldn’t stop sneezing as he instinctively tried to get the pink dust (pollen?) out of his sinuses. His eyes were burning, and he blinked rapidly in an attempt to clear them. He used both hands as he tried to wipe off the pollen that was caked onto his face. It didn’t help.

“Sen— Eraserhead,” Midoriya spoke, his voice trembling a bit despite his urgent tone. “Are you alright?”

Shouta didn’t respond to his student, barely processing his concerned question. His face felt flushed, the increasingly warm— borderline feverish sensation making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

Was he… embarrassed? No, that wasn’t it.

Shouta couldn't remember a time that he had ever felt so… flustered before. Except that wasn’t quite what he was feeling either.

He felt like he was burning from the inside out.

It was terrifying how quickly the feverish sensation had spread throughout the rest of his body— so hot that it caused him to break out into a trembling sweat.

He had a desperate urge to take all of his clothes off to give himself some relief. Except he knew that wouldn’t be enough.

Shouta needed someone pressing up against him— a cool, naked body to soothe the burning beneath his skin— to be inside of someone or have someone inside of him. It didn’t matter.

An ache hit him in the gut before a sharp throbbing sensation shot through his groin at the thought of it. It took him an embarrassing amount of time to recognize the feeling.

Arousal.

Shouta looked down at himself, squinting through his blurred vision, and noticed the erection straining against the fabric of his hero uniform. An overwhelming sense of fear gripped his chest when he realized what he had been hit with during the confrontation with the assaulter.

An aphrodisiac quirk.

He had never felt so turned on— so desperate for sexual relief in his entire life. Even as a hormonal teenager, his sex drive hadn’t been this out of control.

This should be one of the least arousing situations possible. He was in a dirty alleyway that smelled of piss and garbage. The only other person in his immediate vicinity was his underage student. He hated everything about this. All of this was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong—!

Shouta was snapped out of his spiraling when he felt the grip on his upper arms tighten as his student sucked in a sharp breath.

He looked up from his lap to see his student staring down at his straining erection with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open while he gaped at it. (Midoriya was now standing in front of him… When did that happen?) He looked disbelieving despite it being right in front of him, and Shouta really wanted to die.

“Shit,” Midoriya mumbled an out-of-character curse, sounding a bit numb. “Sensei, I— I think… I think that I know what t-type of quirk that he used on you.”

“Aphrodisiac,” Shouta murmured, his speech coming out a bit slurred. His tongue felt unusually heavy, making it difficult for him to speak properly. “Midoriya, I— I need you to…”

Shouta found himself trailing off when he couldn’t finish his line of thought, his mind coming up terrifyingly blank.

What did he need him to do?

There was— there was protocol for this sort of thing. Shouta knew that there was— he just couldn’t— he couldn’t remember it with the overwhelming arousal clouding his judgement.

All he could think about was the need to soothe the burning sensation beneath his skin and relieve himself of his arousal.

“It’s— it’s okay, Sensei,” Midoriya failed to reassure him, his voice wobbling despite attempting to comfort him. “I’ll help you.”

His student sounded as if he were on the verge of tears. Shouta couldn't bring himself to judge him for it. He kinda wanted to start crying, too.

It took him a moment to process all of what Midoriya had said to him.

I’ll help you.

“What?” Shouta asked, confused. His eyebrows furrowed as he struggled to wrap his head around what his student was getting at. “What’re you…”

Shouta trailed off, suddenly feeling lightheaded. He swayed on his feet for a moment before stumbling backwards and falling onto the ground with a pained grunt. He used his elbows to break the fall so that he didn’t hit his head against the pavement.

“Sensei!” Midoriya yelped as he followed him down to the ground. His student got on his knees and shuffled forward until he was settled between his legs, reaching out and resting a gloved hand on his inner thigh.

Shouta felt a sudden surge of arousal, his body reacting to the touch before his mind had caught up to who it belonged to. His hips jerked forward in an attempt to bring the hand closer to where it was needed.

His student pulled his hand back as if he had been burned, which almost pulled a whine out of him. Shouta wasn’t quite that far gone yet.

“Most aphrodisiac quirks have… r-requirements needed for them to deactivate. Usually after the affected individual relieves themselves of it or… or with the help of a partner,” Midoriya stumbled over his words, seemingly struggling with the subject matter. His student didn’t look at him throughout his explanation, resolutely staring down at his own lap.

Shouta blinked a couple of times, attempting to get the remaining dust out of his eyes. He squinted through his slightly improved vision to see how flushed his student’s face had become while he spoke about it. He was trembling a bit as well.

Had he been hit by the quirk, too?

Shouta jerked backwards when his student suddenly reached out with a trembling hand to tug down the zipper on the front of his pants, managing to pull it down a bit.

No, no, no, this— this wasn’t happening.

“What’re you…” Shouta mumbled, struggling to convey his fear and anger. His jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth, and it took a horrifying amount of effort to make his voice sound stern. “Don’t.”

He tried to scoot backwards to put some distance between them, but his student tightened the grip on his thigh to stop him from getting further away. Midoriya shuffled forward to close the distance between them again, much to his increasing horror.

“I’m— I’m sorry, Sensei,” Midoriya apologized, still not having looked up at him. His head was lowered, and his bangs covered the top half of his face, hiding his expression. “I can’t— I can’t do that. I need to do this, or you can get really hurt.”

To his credit, he did sound apologetic.

Shouta could do nothing but watch as his student reached out once more and unbuttoned the front of his pants before unzipping them the rest of the way. His erection strained against the front of his boxers without the second layer of fabric in the way, his bulge much more prominent now.

Midoriya’s hands trembled as he reached for his own utility belt, fumbling a bit as he opened one of its pouches to pull out a small plastic tube from it. He tugged off one of his gloves before popping open the plastic tube and squirting some of the translucent-looking substance onto the palm of his hand.

Lubricant.

Shouta couldn't help but feel somewhat hysterical at the realization that his student kept lube on him as part of his hero gear. He probably had a reason for it— a practical non-sexual reason for keeping something like that on him, but it was still bizarre. Especially for him.

Midoriya reached out and hooked a finger on the elastic of his boxers, pulling them down until he freed his cock. His student let out a small gasp when it sprang out, his mouth agape as he stared at his erection, seeming speechless at the mere existence of it.

Shouta stared at him, a bit confused. Midoriya looked as if it were his first time seeing one. He took a mental note of the somewhat odd reaction. Was he really that impressed by it?

An odd feeling of pride blossomed in his chest at the thought. He was snapped out of that disturbing line of thought when his student started moving again.

Midoriya trembled as he reached out to wrap his lubricated hand around his painfully hard cock, squeezing his length a bit before giving it a slight tug upward.

Shouta let out a small gasp at the feeling before moaning in relief. His student tightened his grip at the sound, making Shouta hiss in pain.

Midoriya stuttered out an apology as he loosened his harsh grip, easing the painful pressure. He slid his hand back down his length, slowly dragging his thumb along the vein on the side of it.

Shouta moaned in pleasure, and he felt his student’s hand twitch at the sound— thankfully not squeezing him again. Midoriya slowly began jerking him off, his touch light and borderline teasing, being careful not to hurt him again. Too careful.

“C’mon,” Shouta grunted. His student froze at the sound of his voice. “You— you can do b-better than that.”

Midoriya’s eyes became wide (he still wasn’t looking at him), and his freckled cheeks turned bright red. He bit his bottom lip and nodded. His hesitant hand movements became more bold, and turned into a steady pumping as he pulled up before relaxing his grip on the downstroke.

Shouta tossed his head back, an embarrassing, high-pitched moan being pulled from the back of his throat. His legs spread wider on their own volition as his hips jerked forward in an attempt to thrust faster into the hand pleasuring him.

His nerves started sparking when his student matched the pace of his thrusts— his chest rising and falling with the surge of pleasure coursing through him. He blinked open his eyes that had slipped shut from the pleasure, unable to open them fully, leaving them half-lidded and glazed over.

Shouta’s head lolled to the side, unable to look away as he watched his student’s hand move up and down his length. His dick was leaking with pre-cum, his semen mixing with the lubricant and spreading along his length.

The hand jerking him off sped up a bit with the easier glide, and he felt a heat pooling in his gut as the overwhelming pleasure built up until he reached his climax. His dick twitched and pulsated before his balls drew up tight when his orgasm hit him like a truck. His muscles tensed, and his face scrunched up as his vision whitened out from the intensity of it.

Shouta let out a deep, drawn-out moan as his dick shot out thick ropes of cum that spilled onto the curve of his student’s hand, some of it even getting on his hero uniform.

Midoriya continued jerking him off through his orgasm, dragging out his pleasure. His dick hadn’t stopped twitching and pulsating as a ridiculous amount of cum continued to shoot out.

Shouta didn’t know if it was a side effect of the quirk or if it had been too long since he had last cummed. Admittedly, he wasn’t sexually active or someone who indulged in masturbation often, but it was still mortifying for that much to come out of him.

His mouth hung open, small moans escaping him as he tried to catch his breath, his chest heaving in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Holy shit.

“Did that— did that help at all?” Midoriya asked, sounding a bit out of breath. He was still holding his dick, even though he had stopped jerking him off. “Sensei?”

Shouta wanted to say yes. God, he did. To have this absolute fucking nightmare be over with.

Except he couldn’t even lie about it to get his student to stop, as he looked down in dismay and betrayal at his still erect penis. He was just as horny as before, if not more so. The handjob had only spurred on his desire for more.

“Okay, okay,” Midoriya mumbled, staring down at his erection with a slightly far-off expression as he seemed to be working something out in his head. “That’s— that’s okay.”

His contemplative gaze drifted towards his cum-covered hand that was still wrapped around Shouta’s hard cock. In an instant, something in his expression changed. Midoriya let go of his dick and wiped the sticky mess off on the fabric of his hero uniform.

His student looked up at him with a determined expression, his jaw set as he looked him straight in the eyes for the first time since all of this started.

“I’m sorry,” Midoriya apologized, sounding sincere even as he put his hands on his shoulders and pushed Shouta down onto the ground, until he lay flat on his back. “I’m really sorry, Sensei.”

What?

Midoriya didn’t hesitate to start stripping in front of him, tossing his support gear aside before unzipping the front of his hero costume all the way down to his groin.

It clicked.

His student was going to fuck him. No, no, no— Fuck. He couldn't— he couldn’t let that happen—!

Shouta opened his mouth to tell him to stop, but the words never came out. He couldn’t help but watch while his student’s sculpted figure was exposed as he tugged the fabric of his uniform down until it was bunched up at his thighs, his leg guards stopping him from pulling it down further.

His eyes lingered on his muscular chest. It had a slight perkiness to it, his rosy-pink nipples poking out a little bit. His hands itched with the desire to grope and squeeze the plump-looking flesh— to pinch and roll the small buds between his fingers. He wanted to use his tongue and mouth to lick and suck on them. He wanted to use his teeth to bite and—

Shouta was snapped out of his fantasies when his student crawled on top of him and lowered himself down onto his upper thighs. His legs were on either side of his hips, his clothed groin brushing up against his erection when he shuffled forward to get more comfortable.

For the first time since this fever-induced nightmare started, Midoriya hesitated. His student looked down at him with a vulnerable expression as his hands stopped at the waistband of his boxers, not pulling them down.

Shouta didn’t think as he slid his hand up and down the exposed skin of his student’s thigh, wanting to comfort him.

Midoriya blushed. He lowered his emerald gaze, watching the hand rubbing his thigh with a conflicted expression on his face.

After another moment of hesitation, Midoriya took a deep breath and squeezed his eyes shut. He lifted his hips and tugged his boxers down his thighs. His happy trail led to a bush of pubic hair, an enlarged clit peeking out from between fat, wet outer lips.

Oh.

His dick twitched at the sight, a bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

Midoriya sucked in a sharp breath when he saw his reaction to it. His wide eyes snapped up to look at him, his already flushed face becoming a concerningly deep shade of red as he gaped at him.

Shouta looked away, feeling ashamed at his own reaction. His stomach twisted with guilt at the thought of making his student uncomfortable with his… enjoyment. “Sorry.”

Midoriya snapped his mouth shut with an audible click before rushing to reassure him. “It’s— it’s okay. I don’t… It’s okay.”

He sounded embarrassed, but at least the kid didn’t seem to be upset with him. His freckled face was still a deep shade of red, the color spreading down to his chest. It suited him.

Midoriya placed both of his hands on Shouta’s chest as he lowered himself down on his lap. His dick slipped between his wet folds, the thick length spreading them apart.

It was at that moment that Shouta realized something. Midoriya was dripping with arousal. For him. Shouta wondered for a second time if his student was being affected by the quirk too, and it might’ve been fucked up, but he almost hoped that he was.

He was snapped out of that troubling line of thought when his student shifted on top of him, causing his dick to slide forward and drag along his enlarged clit— both of them moaning at the sensation.

Midoriya’s hips jerked forwards in an attempt to repeat the motion. His student groaned as he grabbed the fabric of his hero uniform, almost ripping the material as he tried to keep his hips still— his breathing labored as he tried to restrain himself.

After calming down a bit, Midoriya lifted himself up on his knees, grabbing his dick and lining them up with each other. His student bit his bottom lip as he pressed the tip against his entrance, his eyebrows furrowed as he struggled to get it inside of him. It kept slipping— unable to breach the rim of his cunt.

Shouta couldn't help but become frustrated the longer that he struggled with it, and he reached out and took his own dick in hand. His jaw clenched as he pressed his tip against his student’s entrance, putting more pressure against it.

Midoriya gasped when the tip finally popped inside of him, a small whimper escaping his lips when it slipped deeper in. His pussy stretched to accommodate the large girth of his cock, and Shouta groaned as the first few inches slid inside of him.

“Fuck,” Midoriya cursed, his voice coming out strained. His eyes were squeezed shut as he stopped his descent, seemingly too overwhelmed to continue. He blinked open his eyes and looked down at where his pussy was stretched around Shouta’s cock. “I’m— I’m sorry, Sensei. You’re, you’re just,” His student let out a small, disbelieving laugh that bordered on hysterical. “You’re really big.”

Midoriya let out another disbelieving laugh at his own words. He had a small, delirious smile on his lips as he looked down at him with half-lidded eyes— as if looking for him to share in his disbelief.

It was an enchanting expression. Shouta wanted to kiss him. He didn’t.

His delirious smile fell once he started his descent down his length again. His student cried out when he finally sat down on his cock.

A deep moan was pulled from his throat when he bottomed out inside of his student. His pussy was so warm and tight. Perfect. Shouta grabbed both of Midoriya’s thighs, his fingernails digging into his freckled skin as he desperately tried to ground himself.

Fuck.

“Oh my god,” Midoriya whimpered, sounding overwhelmed. His eyes were squeezed shut, his pussy squeezing around Shouta even tighter. “That’s— Oh, god. Okay, okay. I— I can do this.”

His student continued mumbling reassurances under his breath as he placed both of his hands on his broad chest. Midoriya took a deep breath as he pushed himself up with trembling arms before dropping back down onto his dick with a loud, wet slap.

Midoriya let out a strangled moan before slapping his hand over his mouth to muffle the loud, high-pitched noise. His head was tossed back and his spine had arched—

Shouta let out a moan of his own when his student clenched around him. His pussy was squeezing his dick so good. Midoriya kept twitching on top of him, seemingly unused to the feeling of having something inside of him.

Eventually, his student pulled his hand from his mouth, and a small moan escaped his lips without his hand there to muffle it. Midoriya blinked a couple of times, his eyes half-lidded and glazed over as he looked down at him with a dazed expression.

Shouta stared back at him, unable to look away. Neither of them seemed able to. Their breathing was labored as small, breathless moans escaped them— both of them adjusting to the overwhelming feeling of being connected with each other.

Midoriya started out with slow, uncoordinated movements, switching between pushing himself up before dropping back down and grinding down on his dick. It was obvious that he was inexperienced, but his determination to please him made up for it.

Shouta’s hips bucked upward on their own volition, instinctively trying to help his student bounce on top of him. His movements became bolder over time, small thrusts turning into harsh ones as he started losing himself in the pursuit of pleasure.

His head tilted back as his eyes slipped shut and rolled back into his skull. He couldn’t stop moaning. Shouta had never been so vocal during sex before. He would’ve been embarrassed if he were more aware of himself. His hands were shaking with the desire to explore his student’s body, wanting to feel more of him.

Shouta didn’t have the self-control to stop himself from sliding his hands up his student’s toned stomach until he reached his perky chest, groping the plump flesh with both hands and pinching his nipples between his fingers.

Midoriya moaned and reached up to grab his hands, holding onto them as Shouta continued playing with his chest. His emerald eyes were squeezed shut, and his face was scrunched up. He tossed his head back— his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tried to muffle his increasingly strangled, high-pitched moans.

His student hadn’t stopped bouncing on top of him, enthusiastic unrelenting while riding him. It felt so good. Shouta didn’t think that he would be able to last for much longer. He was so close.

Shouta was able to have a brief moment of mental clarity at the realization.

“Midoriya,” Shouta groaned as he pulled his hands back from his strong grip and attempted to lift his student off of him. “You— you need to get off of me before I—”

“I’m— I’m sorry, Sensei,” Midoriya apologized as he leaned down and put more of his weight on him. “I can’t— Ah, I can’t do that— t-that could be— Mmn, the requirement needed to— to deactivate the quirk.”

Shouta let out a pathetic whine at his refusal, and he tossed his head back against the ground in defeat. He didn’t have the strength or willpower to fight his student on it. Not with the quirk still affecting him.

Midoriya had started to slow down a bit from exhaustion, and Shouta grabbed his student’s (surprisingly soft) hips, squeezing them as he used all of his strength to lift him up. He planted the soles of his feet against the pavement and angled his hips before thrusting up into his student with a loud, wet slap.

“Oh my god!” Midoriya gasped, sounding as if the air had been punched out of him. He pitched forward from the harsh thrust, collapsing against his chest as he clutched the material of his hero uniform with tight fists.

Midoriya started bouncing back on his dick, seemingly unable to help himself. His eyelids fluttered, rapidly opening and closing, revealing the little cross-eyed look in them. His mouth hung open as a line of drool dripped down his chin. He was moaning like a whore uncontrollably, his voice becoming hoarse from the continued strain on it.

Shouta wrapped his arms around his student’s waist and rested his forehead on his shoulder as he started pounding into him, focusing on reaching his climax.

Each sound was amplified as his balls slapped against his student’s sopping wet cunt, creating loud, wet slaps that echoed throughout the alleyway.

Midoriya was still moaning— no, he was outright sobbing now— beside his ear, babbling unintelligible things between his lewd noises. His cries didn’t stop Shouta from continuing to fuck his tight cunt. Even as he tried his hardest not to think about who those noises belonged to.

His breathing quickened and became harsher as he approached what would turn out to be the most intense orgasm of his entire life. Heat pooled in his groin as his dick twitched and pulsated before his balls drew up tight and—

A few more harsh thrusts, and a loud, deep moan was pulled from his throat as he came inside of his student. His muscles locked up, and his vision whitened out. It was just like before— thick ropes of cum shooting out with each twitch of his dick, more and more as he filled his student up.

Midoriya gasped at the feeling, and he tensed up in his arms when his own climax hit him a moment later. He buried his face into the side of Shouta’s neck in an attempt to muffle the loud, drawn-out moan that he let out.

His pussy had immediately started milking the cock inside of him, his walls clenching rhythmically around it.

Shouta couldn’t stop himself from grinding against his cunt, pushing his cum deeper inside of him— straight into his womb. Midoriya cried whined throughout it, his body twitching from the aftershocks of his orgasm and his hips wiggling in an attempt to get out of his hold.

Shouta lurched forward and dug his teeth into his student’s shoulder in a warning to keep still. Midoriya stiffened. His pussy clenched around him as he came one last time with a loud sob. Shouta felt a burst of wetness come out of his student as he squirted on his lap, his sopping wet cunt milking the last of his cum.

He dislodged his teeth from his student’s shoulder, instead pressing his forehead against it as he tried to catch his breath after the high of his orgasm. Shouta continued holding onto him, not removing his arms that were still tightly wrapped around his smaller waist.

Midoriya didn’t attempt to get out of his hold, and Shouta didn’t stop holding onto him for a long time, desperately needing the comfort support after everything that they had done. Eventually, Shouta was able to let go of his student, slowly removing his arms from around his waist.

Shouta groaned as he pressed his hand against his forehead, now having a pounding headache. He could feel the effects of the aphrodisiac quirk leaving his system, the feverish sensation dissipating and leaving him feeling cold. He knew then that it was over.

He should’ve been relieved. Instead, he felt… numb.

After a moment of hesitation, Midoriya pushed himself up with trembling arms, keeping his softened dick buried inside of him. Shouta felt a gush of wetness seep onto his lap from the change of position.

Shouta couldn't bring himself to look at his student. Instead, he kept his gaze above them, staring up at the night sky and the twinkling stars that peeked out from behind darkened clouds.

“Sensei?” Midoriya whispered. His voice was soft, purposefully careful as if not to upset him. “Are you… Did the quirk deactivate?”

Shouta didn’t respond to the question. He pushed down the nausea that he felt at the sound of his voice, forcing himself to tear his gaze away from the night sky and look at his student.

His sixteen-year-old student.

Midoriya looked like he had been fucked out of his mind. His tear-stained face was flushed, and his hair was tousled from sex. A mark of teeth embedded into his skin. His muscular chest was still heaving in the aftermath of his orgasm, glistening sweat covering his muscles from the workout of riding him.

His emerald eyes were half-lidded with the remnants of arousal as he stared down at him, waiting for his answer.

Shouta had never imagined that he would ever see one of his students like that. That he would be the cause of it.

“Do you— do you need more?” Midoriya asked after he still hadn’t answered. He sounded completely out of it after everything that Shouta had done to him. “I can— I can do it. It’s okay… if you need more.”

He didn’t seem upset at the prospect of them having sex again— not sounding the slightest bit put off by it.

It was then that Shouta realized that if he said that he did that he needed more that he was still being affected by the quirk, that his student would do it again. For him.

The realization made him feel sick to his stomach.

“No,” Shouta mumbled, his voice devoid of emotion. He shook his head absentmindedly as he continued. “It’s... gone. You got rid of it.”

Midoriya smiled in relief at his words. His expression was soft despite his exhaustion, and he made a cute little noise when he lifted himself up and let Shouta’s spent dick flop out onto his wet lap.

Shouta watched as his own semen seeped out of his student, the creamy substance slipping between trembling thighs. It dripped down onto his flaccid penis, which was now covered with the evidence of their shared arousal.

It had all felt so good in the heat of the moment.

Shouta couldn't stop himself from thinking about all the times he had been questioned as a teacher throughout the years, and for the first time, he couldn't help but feel that they were all right about him.

He was… a terrible teacher.