"I-I think I'll stay here and repay my grade, Mr. Ai-" I couldn't even finish my sentence, because before I knew it, I was pushed up onto his desk, my (H/C) locks covering one of my eyes. He looks me in my eyes, his arms on either side of my body, and leans in near my neck.
"Are you sure you're ready for this, Shiraki?" he growled softly into my ear, making my heart skip a beat.
"Y-Yes sir." I nodded slowly, my pants getting tighter. He grabbed me by my tie, choking me a little. It felt quite good coming from Aizawa. I felt a bit of blood rushing to my head as he turned me around and laid me on my stomach on the desk. My backside was sticking out, and he took the advantage to grind gently against it. I made little whimpering noises as he did so, desperate for something.
"You'd better prove to me you deserve a good grade, Shiraki." he whispers, and I nodded. "Now, I want you to keep your hands on the desk at all times. Don't try to reach back and hold me. Not with that quirk of yours." he said, droning on in his monotone voice I loved so much. I nodded once more, showing him I understood. He pulled down my dress pants quickly, grabbing a bottle from the top of his desk. He pulled down his own pants, slathering a slick substance onto his hardened member.
"So, do you do this oft-!!" he stopped me by grabbing onto my tie and pulling, choking me slightly while shoving himself inside my tight hole.
"No talking. No noise." I nodded, my neglected cock dripping with precum. He immediately started moving himself in and out of me slowly as I tried to control myself. I grabbed onto the sides of the desk as he began to speed up, moving his hips rhythmically, my quiet moans filling the classroom. As soon as he hit a sensitive spot inside me, I looked back at him and whimpered. He seemed to get the message and started to ram into me the same way as before, in the same spots, until I was a mess. I was basically coming apart at the seams. He reached down and started pumping my neglected member, the pleasure becoming too much. He released his hard grip on my tie, shoving part of it in my mouth as my climax soon became imminent. His thrusts became sloppy, going out of rhythm, and as soon as I heard his heavy breathing in my ear, it sent me over the edge. I released all over his hand, throwing my head back as he continued to fuck me. My legs shook as he continued, feeling his cold hands on my waist. My muffled moans became almost too much, and before I knew it, I felt warm seed flowing inside me. He pulled out of me immediately, allowing me to collapse on the floor. He looked down at me and smiled apologetically.
"Sorry." he said, his droning voice still very apparent. I knew what he meant though. He didn't mean to release himself inside me, much less drop me from the desk. He held out his hand and I grabbed it, enjoying being pulled up by the teacher. I pulled up my pants and he did the same, silently. I then sat on the side of his desk, watching him do his work in silence. About ten minutes later he looked up at me, holding a hair band in his hand.
"Put my hair up for me please." It was more of a command than a question, so I did as he asked. I grabbed his soft raven-black locks and put his hair up into a neat ponytail. I could almost feel him smiling down at his papers as I played with his soft, fluffy hair. It felt like a soft bunny and a baby Main Coon cat had a baby and decided to sleep on his head. It was so soft to the touch that it made me want to stay there and play with his hair forever.
When he was done with one of the folders he was working in, he looked up at me.
"Don't tell anyone about this." I nodded, and he grabbed my hands, wrapping them around his shoulders. I stood there watching him browse his grading book, looking it over twice. He then turned his chair towards me and pulled me in, making me sit on his lap. I didn't mind at all. I laid my head on his chest as he worked more, almost making it to sleep.
"Alright, come on. Time to go home Shiraki." I whined as I stood up. "Go home. I'll see you tomorrow." I nodded, walking out the door with a slight limp from being banged against a table, although nobody had to know that. I walked all the way home like this, my friend waiting for me on the couch like a lost puppy.
"There you are! I started to get worried! Jeez, what took you so long? I started to think Aizawa killed you or something! I waited by the door for a good twenty minutes!" He barked, running up to me.
"Chill out Denki, I was just doing some extra credit!" I rubbed my arm laughing.
"Extra credit? Really? He let you do extra work? Like, we're talking about Aizawa right? Our teacher Aizawa?" he looked me in the eyes, glaring into my soul.
"Yeah, why?" I chuckled nervously
"He's NEVER let me do that!" He squealed like a chipmunk, rolling his eyes and throwing his hands up into the air. "So not fair!!! I needed it more than you! This is bullcrap! Oh my god!" he kept ranting on for an hour about how unfair it was that I got to do extra credit but he didn't. All I could think was "Oh Kaminari, dear, dear Kaminari... You have no idea."
