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It's been a long day for Shouta.
The alarm going off at 6 as usual, almost tripping over Bastard trying to get to the bathroom. Then coffee and checking his work email incase new updates for cases had arrived or Nedzu emailed him. Thankfully for him, only the first half greeted him in his inbox.
After that, off to work he went. Like always, he thought it was way to early to be dealing with his hell of a class. Don't get him wrong, he liked being a teacher alright, but sometimes... Sometimes he regrets working with teenagers on a daily basis.
But, Shouta thinks, rubbing his forehead, there's a few bonuses this year specifically.
But before he can truly finish that thought, the door to the teachers lounge is pushed open. In walks Hizashi, with the kind of glint in his eyes that tells Shouta he's about to learn some new gossip.
Shouta sat at his desk in the dimly lit U.A. teacher's office, reviewing the course work for the next few weeks. The ticking of the wall clock echoed through the empty room as the sun began to set outside the window, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. He sighed, rubbing his temples wearily, it'd been over an hour now, maybe-
Hizashi burst in, pushing the door to the side with a loud bang, his eyes wide with mischief. "Shouta!" He exclaimed, "You won't believe what I heard earlier! There's a small rumor going around that one of our students is having an affair with a teacher. Can you imagine? The scandal!"
Hizashi leaned forward, hands on the desk, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Apparently it's Midoriya... The one with wild curls and big green eyes. They say he's been sneaking out to meet him at night."
Shouta's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he listened to Hizashi's gossip. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "That's enough, Hizashi," He said coldly.
"I don't want to hear rumors like that. It's unbecoming of a teacher to spread such speculation." His gaze flicked to the door, ensuring no one else was within earshot. "Besides, it's just kids rumors. Our only concern should be the education and well-being of our students."
Hizashi's grin faltered slightly at Shouta's stern rebuke, but he quickly recovered, shrugging his shoulders. "You're right, you're right. I just thought you should know. But seriously, Shouta, what if it's true? What would you do?" He leaned back, waiting for Shouta response with bated breath.
Shouta's brow furrowed as he considered the gravity of the situation. He leaned forward, elbows on the desk, and steepled his fingers thoughtfully.
"If the rumor proves to be true, it would be a serious breach of ethics and professional conduct," He said grimly. "A student-teacher relationship is strictly forbidden. It's a clear violation of our school's policies and illegal. Not to mention the damage it could do to the student's mental and emotional well-being."
He paused, his black eyes distant as he envisioned the potential fallout. "If caught, the teacher in question would face immediate dismissal and likely legal consequences. The school would be disgraced, and the student's future as a hero could be jeopardized. It's a dangerous and irresponsible path."
He glanced up at Hizashi, his gaze stern. "But until there's actual concrete evidence, it remains a rumor. We can't just accuse or judge without cause."
"So, unless you have anything else..." He lets the question trail off as he gestures to the papers on his desk, clearly indicating he'd like to go back to his work.
Hizashi eyes widened with a sudden realization, snapping his fingers as he leaned forward. "Oh, I totally forgot to mention that part! The rumor is about you, Shouta! Apparently, you're the one having the affair with Midoriya."
He quickly held up his hands in a placating gesture as he leaned backwards, seeing the dark glare that crossed Shouta's face. "Hey, hey, don't shoot the messenger! I'm just telling you what I heard. I know it's crazy, but people are talking."
Hizashi leaned in closer again, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "I mean, I can see why they might think that. Midoriya is a real cutie, and you do spend a lot of time with him... But an affair? Come on, Shouta, I know you're unusual, but you're not that much of a rebel."
He chuckled, but sobered quickly as he saw Shouta's unamused expression. "Seriously though, you need to be careful. People are watching, and rumors can ruin lives. You don't want this blowing bigger and causing trouble for you or Midoriya . I know you're not the type to mess around like that, but perception is reality in situations like this."
Shouta sighs, a deep and heavy sound. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention Hizashi, inform me if it seems to spiral out of control, will you? I know you're a sucker for gossip."
Hizashi nodded solemnly, straightening up from the desk. "Of course, Shouta. I've got your back, like always. I won't let this rumor spiral out of control if I can help it."
He flashed a quick grin, but his eyes flashed with a shine with a hint of concern. "Just be careful, okay? Keep your interactions with Midoriya strictly professional, and try not to give the gossips any more ammunition. I know you're not the type to take advantage of a student, but people will believe what they want to believe sometimes."
Hizashi headed for the door, pausing with his hand on the frame. "I'll keep my ears open and let you know if I hear anything else. But seriously, watch your step, Shouta. The last thing you need is a scandal like this threatening your career and reputation."
With that, he slipped out of the office, leaving Shouta alone with his thoughts. The ticking of the clock seemed louder in the sudden silence, each second a reminder of the delicate situation he now found himself in.
"Tch, rumors... Always spreading out of control like a wild fire.." He mutters, looking down under his desk. He gets eye contact with the very student the rumor was about, his bright green eyes meeting his black. Midoriya Izuku.
Hizashi was right, Midoriya is cute.
He looked down at the green-haired boy kneeling under his desk, his eyes glazed over and unfocused as he sat there warming him. The sight of him pressed nose to pelvis, sent a surge of guilty pleasure through his body.
Shouta knew it was wrong, illegal. He'd said it himself. But the feeling of Midoriya's warm, wet mouth engulfing him was too exquisite to resist.
He had worked Midoriya hard, pushing him to take more and more of his thick cock, and he'd risen to the challenge with a eagerness that both thrilled and terrified him.
He reached down, tangling his fingers in his curly hair, guiding his head as he bobbed up and down his shaft. The obscene sound of his slurping and gagging filled the office, a lewd symphony of their forbidden act.
Shouta knew he was playing with fire, indulging in this taboo desire. But as the pleasure mounted, threatening to overwhelm him, he found it increasingly difficult to care about the consequences. All that mattered was the ecstasy of the moment, and the knowledge that he had brought this innocent boy to such a debased state of arousal.
He could feel his climax building, the pressure coiling as Midoriya worked tirelessly to milk his cock. He knew he shouldn't, that he really shouldn't do this. But the thought of filling him up was too tempting to resist.
With a low groan, Shouta surrendered to his desire, his hips jerking forward as he hilted himself inside the tight throat. His cock pulsed and throbbed, erupting in thick, hot ropes of cum that flooded the boy's mouth and filled his stomach with his seed.
Shouta let out a shaky breath, trying to regain his composure as he watched Midoriya slowly pull back, his wet and swollen lips connected to his cock with a thin string of saliva coated in cum. It snapped as he pulled further back to sit back on his heels, licking his lips. He could only just sit comfortably sit comfortably under the table, hair lightly flattened by the desk.
But as the initial haze of lust began to fade, a new feeling crept in - a sense of unease. Shouta knew the gravity of their actions, the sheer recklessness of it all. If anyone were to find out, the consequences would be catastrophic. And the rumor...
Midoriya, seemingly oblivious to his inner turmoil, gazed up at him with a soft, almost worshipful expression. His bright green eyes, still glazed from his prolonged session, met his own.
Shouta knew he needed to put an end to this, should've done so a long time ago.
But as he opened his mouth to speak, the words died in his throat. The memory of his warm mouth around his cock, the feeling of him swallowing his seed, was still too fresh, too intoxicating.
Instead, he found himself saying, "You did well today, Midoriya. You've come so far in such a short time." His voice was low, a little rough, almost a whisper, as if he was afraid of being overheard.
He reached down, wiping a stray dollop of cum from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. The intimate gesture sent a shiver down his spine, a reminder of the line he had crossed and the depths to which he had sunk.
"Thank you Sensei," Came the raspy reply from Midoriya, voice quiet from the treatment of his throat for the past hour.
Shouta felt a fresh wave of guilt wash over him as he heard Midoriya's raspy reply. The sound of his strained voice was a stark reminder of the abuse his young throat had endured at his hands - no, at his cock.
He knew he should feel ashamed, disgusted even, at the way he had used him. But instead, he felt a twisted sense of pride, knowing that he had been the one to push him to such extremes, to bring him to this debased state.
Shouta knew he really should stop this, end this. But he won't, he's never going too unless forced. Or Midoriya says he doesn't want it, but he doubts he's ever going to say that.
Midoriya reached up for him, his hands grappling Shouta's shoulders. Pulling him downwards slightly.
"You're so pretty like that Sensei, always extra pretty right after you get off..." Midoriya whispered, his breath fanning over Shouta's mouth.
Shouta felt himself blush faintly, his hands gently moving the hold Midoriya's face.
Eyes locked together, they moved closer. Their lips meet, in a dry and wet mess. At first it was soft, careful. Shouta wanted Midoriya to feel in control here.
Midoriya was the first to press his lips harder up against Shouta, giving a gentle teeth pull on his lower lip.
Shouta opened his eyes, he hadn't even realized they closed, and saw Midoriya looking at him with half lidded eyes.
The two continued the now sloppy makeout session for a bit longer, before Shouta was the first to pull back with a groan. "I don't think this is good for my back in the long run baby boy..."
He straightened his back, stretching in the chair before he looked back down at Midoriya with a soft smile. "I've still got a few more papers, maybe 15 minutes. You alright to sit there meanwhile?"
Midoriya looked skeptical about it and Shouta knew his knees likely hurt, legs probably a little numb.
"You'll get a reward if you can do it Izuku, you've already done an hour, what's 15 more minutes." Shouta knew he was asking for a lot, considering the boy was likely tired of kneeling.
"... Next time I vote I get a pillow." Midoriya said after another moment, another way of saying yes, considering he got comfortable up against Shouta's thigh.
Shouta's just chuckled, hand coming down to ruffle his hair. "Of course, anything you want baby."
As silence filled the room again, broken only by the ticking of the clock and occasionally by pen scratching, Shouta thought about the guilt and the rumor that's going around.
... Wait, it kind of sounded like a threat at some point from Hizashi, didn't it? Surely Shouta's just thinking too hard into it, he is pretty tired.
Right, just a coincidence with the way he worded it.
Shouta sighs, his nails lightly scratching over Midoriya's scalp in a way he knows he likes.
He smiles to himself, maybe he can live with the guilt if these soft moments continue.
Yeah... Yeah, he thinks he can.