Wrong In The Best Way

wrong in the best way

shouta aizawa x top!male reader

🐕 anon requested: ‘Third year and Aizawa. He’s on student council and always teases Aizawa during school. After school they fuck in the staff room. Someone walks in on them them.’

tw: bottom!shouta, teacher/student relationship, praising, hair pulling, fingering, sensei kink, getting caught, hints at threesome

This was completely wrong, he shouldn’t be thinking of you like this. His fucking student. He didn’t know how to control his thoughts and he desperately tried everything he could think of to stop them but it never worked.

Frankly, you were pleased it worked. You noticed what he was trying to do and you weren’t having any of it. He tried evading you at all costs; which was proven to be very troublesome as you were both in 3A and on the student council- and he was one of the teachers in charge of the council.

The day you turned 18 is the moment your shenanigans and teasing started. You did everything you could think of from unbottoning a few more buttons on your shirts to telling your friends the council meeting was canceled today so you could be alone with him.

You acted natural and normal until the clock struck 5:30 pm- when you were sure every student and staff member was gone and at home or in the dorms. You were both alone and you could finally make your big move.

While he rambled off talking about something- you already forgot about what- you rose from the cushioned chair and made your way to stand behind him.

He started fumbling with his words and quit talking completely when you caressed his chest and shoulders with your hands. “W-what are you doing.”

This was completely wrong, he should just stop you and sternly tell you to quite with your advancements towards him.. But he didn’t.

“Come on, sir. You’re just so pretty.. I can’t help myself.” You clutched his right hand and used it to grip your cock over your slacks.

You slipped his scarf off from around his neck and flung it into the chair you had previously been sitting in. “I know you want me Aizawa.”

“This isn’t right. You shouldn’t be doing this.” You lifted your hand from his to tug his hair at the back of his head all while noticing his hand kept up with its movements.

The sighs you let slip out rang through his head like giant church bells. He tried crossing his legs to hide his growing erection but you acted quicker- tracing your fingers along the outline of his cock.

You chuckled at the sight; his words not mirroring his actions at all. “You’re already so hard.” Your breath fanned across his cheek before you yanked at his hair again and that seemed to be the final straw for Aizawa.

You quickly hopped to the side when he abruptly stood up, causing his chair to skid backwards and almost bump into your legs. This alarmed you and you worried that he was actually going to begin yelling at you about how it’s unprofessional and completely wrong.

But it never came. He never yelled and he never scolded you. It was quite the opposite in fact. He tugged at the sides of your half unbuttoned shirt and pulled your body into his to push his lips against your own.

You backed away from him, ignoring his rightfully confused face. You walked to the side of the long table and bent him over the fine crafted wood.

“I’ve been fucking dreaming of this moment, ‘Zawa.”

The confession slipped out out of nowhere. He couldn’t deny that his mere thoughts of you turned out to be bigger than just wanting you.

Before you could even bring yourself to unbotton his pants, he was already pulling them- along with his boxers- down to rest at his knees where they stayed. It took you a minute to get used to the sight in front of your eyes.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” It was muttered under your breath. More to yourself than anything; thankfully Shouta’s long dark hair hid the way his face burned up at your comments.

He couldn’t handle waiting any longer, “Get on with it.” A staff member could potentially walk in at any time. Had you even locked the door? There was no room to take any chances.

“Pushy now, are we?”

He groaned and although you couldn’t see his face, you assumed he was going to begin to demand you to do something but you didn’t give him a chance. You stuck your index and middle fingers down your throat until they were fairly coated in your spit- using the tip of your middle finger to prod at his hole before slowly pushing it inside.

His knuckles bled white with red on the ends when his grip on the edge of the table tightened— his breath slowed significantly and he gradually begun to loosen his grip on the table. “Ya’ doin’ okay?”

You had to assume that this was his first time doing anything like this by the way he was reacting. He hummed in agreement and lightly pushed his hips onto your hand.

Spit dripped from your lips and on your fingers when you gently started to pull your finger back and forth. “It’ll feel good in a bit, I promise. Jus’ relax.”

And he seemed to trust your word enough to un-tense his back and shoulders entirely and visibly relaxed around your finger. He yelped and twitched when you slipped your index finger next to your middle finger.

Through his hair you noticed how roughly he was biting into his lower lip; you almost thought he was going to draw blood. You threw his hair out of his face and squeezed his face enough for him to let go of his lip.

“Oh come on, no one’s here.” When you bent down to whisper in his ear, your fingers sped up which made him let out an unexpected moan, “Be as loud as you want, Sensei.”

You accentuated the title and he constricted around your fingers more than he was. It was only when he quickly relaxed that you pushed in your ring finger. “Hm do you like that, Sensei?”

The stuttering of his words made it impossible to understand what he was saying— moreso what he was trying to say. “Feels good doesn’t it?”

He didn’t care for your teasing not one bit. But the more he tried to make a snarky comment back at you, the more he stumbled on every word. “M.. More.” The table slid across the floor just a bit when Shouta jerked against it as you finally found his prostate.

“Did I hit that pretty spot?”

You curled your fingers in the same manner you had before and watched as his thighs tensed up at the action. “M..”

This was completely wrong, but why did it feel so good?

“Does Sensei want more?” The teasing made you excited. You knew he wouldn’t be able to retaliate, so you took every chance he basically handed you on a silver platter to tease him. “So desperate... Must’ve been a while since you’ve fucked huh?”

He hid his face away in the crevice of his elbow and that was the only response you needed to confirm you were indeed correct. “Than that means you must be extra sensitive..”

You spit into your free hand and snaked your arm around his waist to wrap your hand around his cock. His back arched as much as the space between him and the table would allow and his sleeve did absolutely nothing to muffle his incredibly loud moan. “You’re so tight. S’gonna feel great around me.”

“Agh- fuck, no don’t!” His teeth bit and pulled at the sleeve of his shirt while his legs slightly shook with having to hold his weight up. He didn’t give you a second to poke fun at him before he was grinding into your hand until you felt soemthing sticky rope between his fingers.

You pulled both hands away and tugged his head back and watched him suck your fingers clean. You unbuckled your belt and didn’t try pulling your pants down to pull your cock out and rub it around his hole.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes, get on with-“

The door to the staff room you forgot to lock flung open and in the doorway stood a very shocked bright man. And for the first time since you started attending UA, Hizashi Yamada was speechless.

Both of them were too out of words to say anything but you didn’t miss the noticeable tent in his pants. “I’ll let you have a taste if you can keep this a secret.”

Surprised but in no position to complain which he wouldn’t even if he could, Shouta gave him and expectant look and Yamada shut the door behind hm. “I... Okay.”

Before continuing any further, you cleaned up everything and put everything back in place until there was no trace of you even being there.

Though no words were exchanged, it was silently known that you would’ve been there til’ the sun rose if you stayed.

Deciding to continue in your dorm room where none of you got much sleep due to a very eventful night.