My Hero Academia One Shots

class dismissed | aizawa x reader (SMUT)

Having you sit front row was the worst decision of Shouta Aizawa's life.

Not only did you wear impossibly short skirts every day- not required by university dress code, by the way- he was always greeted with a show. While normally this would be out of your comfort zone, you'd researched enough "bratty student" media in your Japanese culture to know the exact way to dress and the exact way to move. Your thigh-high sock clad knees bumped together as your fingers just barely found home on the outside of your pretty pink panties- also something Aizawa had full view of. Your classmates were either too busy sleeping or too busy scribbling notes to notice the way your eyes would gently roll back into your head at the feeling of the featherlight touches. It was all for dramatics, but you could only hope it took effect on your professor.

You were correct: it definitely did. It had been for the last few weeks you'd occasionally pull the stunt, causing Aizawa to wonder if you were lonely or just desperate. Still, today, this wasn't going to work; Aizawa wasn't going to fall for these games any longer.

He pulled you aside the class before to ask you to come to his office a few minutes before the next lecture, something he did often with students to discuss grades or give extra lessons. You happily obliged, that annoying ass smile gracing your features before you swayed out of the room. Aizawa found it hard to not focus on your thick thighs.

"What was it that you needed, Mr. Aizawa?" You asked as you entered his office the next day. He collected himself at his desk before swinging around, immediately affected by the aura that you radiate.

"Don't act like you don't know what you're doing." Your face fell just slightly, wondering if you had been pushing it too far lately. It was fun to do, and it was even better to notice the growing bulge in his pants he always had to hide, but you would understand if your motions were ones he needed you to cease. All you could do was hope that he wouldn't request you change professors for the course.

"I... I'm sorry, Mr. Aizawa." You lowered your head in shame, changing your position from relaxed to formal. "I understand my games were inappropriate."

You barely had time to look up before the professor was in front of you, pulling you forward by the waistband of your skirt. "Inappropriate is an understatement, miss {name}." You gasped as his hand dipped into the fabric. He placed an egg-shaped object right into the seat of your panties, and your eyes widened in realization of what it was.

"You're going to sit through my lecture with this vibrator in your panties." Aizawa's voice was monotone, his hands crossing across his chest. His actions were loud, but his facial expression was dull as usual. "You deserve to know what it's like to be distracted while you work."

With that, he motioned to the door. You swallowed and nodded, already feeling the surface of the vibrator grow slick with your juices.

This was going to be impossible.

***

As class was starting, you made sure to place your sweater on the chair to prevent any extra noise from the vibrator. You were nervous, scared as shit, actually, but your mind was racing with possibilities. You had expected Aizawa to write you up, yell at you, suspend you, anything. For him to egg on your teasing was something completely out of what you could ever expect, but were you complaining? Fuck no.

"We'll continue on with our discussion on Renaissance history today." He picked up his powerpoint remote, but at the same time as he pressed the button to move slides, you felt the egg awaken between your legs. You let out a large gasp, and all eyes were suddenly glued to you. "Do you have a problem you'd like to share with the class, {name}?"