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Jun 23

"Bad Grade" Aizawa x AFAB!Reader

You've been failing your hero course classes while in Class 1-A. Mr. Aizawa has a proposition for you...

You have sex with your teacher to bring up your grades.

first time writing for Aizawa! very excited :)

reader is a first year at UA, hence the underage tags. didn't want to specify age too much, but it's what made the most sense to me.

*** cw : dead dove : do not eat, underage sex, AFAB reader (words like cunt, breast, clit, etc. used), sexual coercion, rape/non-con, giving/receiving head (f and m), slut shaming/name calling, Sensei kink (sorry not sorry), masturbation (f), vaginal fingering, vaginal penetration, vaginal squirting, creampie/unsafe sex, ***

cross posted from AO3

wc : 5.0k !!!

You had somehow gotten into UA high.

After all those months of training, studying and overall just a ton of hard work, you had finally made it.

The only issue is now you're failing your classes.

But it's not your fault! It's not your fault the work is so much harder than you anticipated. It's not your fault that becoming a Pro-Hero takes so much effort and time and patience. It's not your fault that some days you just want to give up.

You've never been a very determined person. You've never had the exact drive or self-sufficiency of your fellow classmates. It makes you jealous seeing your friends and classmates succeed so easily. Sometimes, it feels like you're being left behind. And that just makes you feel even worse than you already do.

You've tried your best, you really have. You've tried studying with your friends, you've tried asking for extra help on assignments, you've even tried getting a tudor. But it's all for naught.

Sometimes, the pressure catches up to you and you spend your evenings and nights crying in your dorm. It makes you feel pathetic, worthless, not good enough.

How could someone so easily be pushed down get into such a prestigious school such as UA?

It was a question you constantly asked yourself. Something you pondered late into the night. Something that kept you up into the wee hours of the morning, more than you cared to admit.

This isn't the first meeting you've had with faculty and your parents. You must've had at least four at this point. And it's always the same. Mr. Aizawa and Principal Nezu explaining that you're failing your classes, your parent's exacerbated sighs and excuses for you, the way you stare down at the floor in embarrassment. It's always the same. The two faculty members drone on and on about responsibility, academic performance, and whatever other bullshit they're supposed to say. You can feel the way your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as Mr. Aizawa stares at you.

In truth, you don't fully understand why you struggle so much. It's not like you don't pay attention in class — you do. You don't sleep during class like some of your friends, you try not to slack off too much during physical training and working on assignments. There's just something that isn't clicking. Something that leaves you helpless and hopeless, something you don't quite fully understand.

"I'm afraid that at this point there's not much we can do..." Principal Nezu states slowly, sitting atop his desk chair. He looks like the epitome of professionalism, his fur groomed neatly, the polished suit that he's wearing, the calm confident tone in his voice. Mr. Aizawa nods in agreement, slumped in his chair. He looks... less than professional. Hair a mess, dark eyebags that encircle his eyes, a face that looks both bored and exhausted.

Tears prick the corner of your eyes, feeling so ashamed and self-conscious about your academic performance. You pick at the hem of your skirt anxiously, unable to look both your teacher and the principal in the eye. Your mother places a comforting hand on your head, petting your hair slightly, "I just don't understand why they struggle so much. We've done all we could do..." Hearing the pity and concern in your mother's voice makes you shrink in your chair, wanting the ground to swallow you up whole. Your father glances at you, eyes full of concern and just a tad bit of contempt. He always tried to hide it for fear of you finding out how disappointed he is, but it's very easy to notice these days.

Mr. Aizawa glances between you and your parents, definitely noticing the tension in the air. He sighs, sitting up in his chair, "There is one thing we haven't tried yet..." He trails off, looking towards Principal Nezu. Nezu just nods his head, hands clasping together on the expensive mahogany desk. That piques your parent's interest. They sit up slightly, a bit of hope now in their expression, "What is it?" your mother asks and your father reaches to grasp her hand.

Mr. Aizawa's expression turns a bit... complicated, shifting in his seat again, "I can offer after-school courses for (y/n). They would run concurrently with their courses now." He explains, his dull voice seeming to drone on and on. If you're honest with yourself, you're not really paying attention to the conversation anymore. You're more focused on trying not to make your parents any more ashamed than they already are. Your father nudges you gently, gesturing towards your teacher with a nod of his head. You sit up a bit straighter, finally meeting your teacher's gaze.

Mr. Aizawa notices the way you try to curl in on yourself, "These after-school classes will be... difficult." he states, looking at you directly now, "Are you up for that?" Finally hearing and understanding what Mr. Aizawa is saying, you nod your head eagerly, now feeling a bit more determined, "Yes, sensei. I can handle it." Mr. Aizawa leans forward, looking deep into your eyes, "Are you sure?" That makes you pout. Of course you could do it, there's nothing else you can do. You nod your head confidently, looking your teacher directly in the eye now, "Yes, I'm sure," that gets a small smile out of him, before quickly steeling his expression. "It's settled then," Principal Nezu says, looking a tad hopeful. Your parents nod in agreement.

Mr. Aizawa wasn't joking, the after school teachings are hard. It's reviewing and going over what you have already done in class, although now a bit slower and more methodical. It's reviewing every single little thing over and over again until you understand it. It leaves you a bit frazzled. You thought you understood things like classical Japanese and Math before, but now it feels like you're learning a foreign language. It tests your brain in ways you don't expect. It's difficult, but it's doable and that's all that matters.

You're running late to your after school classes one day. Your hair is a mess, your shirt is crumpled and unbuttoned a bit and your skirt is askew. You accidentally slept through your alarm while taking a nap. The look on Mr. Aizawa's face as you enter the classroom finally is less than impressed. You heave slightly from running all the way here, sitting down at your desk with a rushed, "Sorry, sensei. I was taking a nap." Mr. Aizawa is standing with his arms crossed, raising an eyebrow at your excuse, "Really now?" he says flatly, leaving your face flushed. You sheepishly mumble another excuse before reaching down to pull out your supplies from your backpack.

You don't notice it, but with the way you lean down, it accidentally exposes some of your cleavage. Mr. Aizawa immediately notices, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight. In truth, Mr. Aizawa finds you very attractive. He knows he's not supposed to be attracted to any of his students, let alone a first year, but he can't help his attraction towards you. He steals glances at you sometimes when you aren't paying attention. Glances towards your breasts or ass that hide underneath the school uniform of your's. Mr. Aizawa can't seem to tear his gaze away, only being able to once you look up at him expectantly. "Sensei?" You call, seeing that Mr. Aizawa is distracted. That jolts him out of his reprieve, clearing his throat slightly.

After that ogling at your cleavage, it seems those incidents just increase. You accidentally leaving your shirt unbuttoned or bending over to pick something up or the way you gently gnaw on your pencil as you concentrate. Mr. Aizawa can't help put imagine it's his cock you're sucking on.

It all reaches ahead one day. Again, it's just the two of you in the classroom. Mr. Aizawa is droning on and on about... something. You're not quite sure, you're busy staring out at the clouds outside the window. Seeing you obviously not paying attention, Mr. Aizawa steps in front of your desk, loudly clearing his throat. You jolt slightly at the sound, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment. Mr. Aizawa looks at you expectantly, "I thought you wanted to get up your grade?" he asks condescendingly, his voice low and disappointed. You shake your head slightly, unable to meet his gaze. "S-Sorry, sensei," You mumble sheepishly, finger twirling a lock of your hair absentmindedly.

Mr. Aizawa sighs, crouching down to your height. He looks at you carefully, examining your expression, "What's on your mind, kid?" he asks, voice surprisingly gentle. That has you looking up at him, now examining his expression. You shrug dismissively, eyes glancing towards the window again, "I dunno..." In truth, you weren't really thinking about anything in particular, your mind just wondering to whoever knows. Mr. Aizawa glances at you again, his expression unreadable.

Seeing you spaced out had Mr. Aizawa wondering, curious as to what could be capturing your attention so intensely instead of the lesson. Standing up straight again, he sighs. Then he leans in, his hands on the desk in front of you. His breath brushes against yours, leaving your own breath hitching and face flushing. "S-Sensei...?" You mumble sheepishly, confused as to why he's suddenly so close. Mr. Aizawa's eyes glance down towards your lips before looking back up at your eyes again, "Look, kid. I'll make you a deal..." he trails off, his own eyes glancing away for just a moment.

That has you tilting your head curiously, "A... A deal...?" You ask, your big wide eyes looking up at his. Mr. Aizawa nods his head, "Yes, a deal. Despite doing this after school program, you're still failing," he states, face still close to yours. That has you looking down at the floor, ashamed, "I-I know..." Mr. Aizawa uses his finger to tilt your chin back up to look at him, looking deep into your eyes, "If you help me with something... I'll help you." That has your heart racing and hope filling your chest. Help Mr. Aizawa and he'll bring up your grade? You'd be an idiot not to accept it.

"Y-Yes! Of course, anything!" You say desperately, hands clutching the edge of your chair. There's a small almost imperceptible smirk on Mr. Aizawa's lips. He nods his head once, before pulling back. And when he pulls away, that's when you see it. The large bulge in Mr. Aizawa's pants. Unnoticed by you, while you were daydreaming, Mr. Aizawa was daydreaming himself. Imagining bending you over one of the desks, making you scream his name. In truth, Mr. Aizawa was grateful you weren't paying attention or else you would've noticed the bulge sooner.

One of his hands moves down to palm his crotch, looking down at you expectantly, "You help me out with my little problem and I'll bring up your grade..." Mr. Aizawa whispers, his voice low and slow. You squirm in your seat slightly. You've never done anything with a boy before, let alone even touched yourself down there. But the idea of helping Mr. Aizawa out with his 'problem' has excitement coursing through you. You nervously nod your head, gulping slightly. You feel incredibly nervous. You've never done anything like this before. Seeing the nervous expression on your face causes Mr. Aizawa to grin, knowing that you're probably a virgin. That just turns him on even more.

"Come here," Mr. Aizawa says, gesturing you to come towards him with a finger. You hastily stand up from your seat at the desk, eyes widening as Mr. Aizawa picks you up and places you on the desk. You can feel heat flooding to your face as he stands between your spread thighs, nearly able to get a look up your skirt from his position. He cups your face, tilting it up to look at him. There's an almost unreadable expression on his face. Hunger mixed with... something else. Something you can't identify. He leans in, scruff chaffing against your skin as his lips brush against your neck. You gasp softly, hands clutching at his dark jumpsuit as Mr. Aizawa begins to place kisses along the heated skin of your neck. Your heavy breaths and the sound of wet kisses can be heard throughout the classroom, making you squirm.

You can feel a heat beginning to pool in your lower belly, arousal filling your body. It's a foreign, but not unwelcome sensation. Mr. Aizawa presses his body against yours, groaning as the seam of his crotch presses against yours. You moan softly, eyes fluttering shut as his kisses to your neck become hungrier. "S-Sensei..." You whimper, causing Mr. Aizawa to groan. He can't even begin to describe how many times he'd imagined that word moaned from your lips. Can't even begin to count the amount of times he'd fisted his cock to the thought of you. It barely feels real, taking you right here in his own classroom. It leaves Mr. Aizawa a bit breathless if he's honest.

His deft hands make quick work of your blouse, unbuttoning it gradually. He pulls back to get a good look at your bra-clad breasts, large warm hands moving to cup them. He squeezes the soft heated flesh gently, mouth moving to nip and suck at the skin where your neck meets your shoulder. That makes you gasp again and arch into his touch, that spot particularly sensitive. Mr. Aizawa's hands push the blouse off your shoulders, immediately moving to your back to undo the clasp of your bra. Once your breasts are free, he groans softly at the sight, immediately moving in to suckle at the fatty flesh. A squeak escapes your lips at the sensation of Mr. Aizawa's mouth on your tits, back arching up into his touch. It feels so strange... but so good.

Mr. Aizawa takes his time worshipping your tits, fingers dancing around the areolas of your nipples, gently tugging and pinching at the buds, mouth nipping and sucking at the warm flesh. Sweet squeaks and moans tumble from your lips, even biting your lower lip to try and conceal some of your noises. Your toes curl in your dark loafers, feeling pleasure for the first time making your body go haywire. It feels incredible, spectacular. You can't believe you've gone so long without feeling this. Your hands tangle in Mr. Aizawa's hair, making him grunt from his position on your breasts. He pulls back with a wet 'pop' and looks up at you. His dark eyes bore into your's, hands moving to grip at your thighs underneath your skirt. You can't help the way you press your thighs together, trying to get some sort of relief for your aching cunt.

Much like your blouse, Mr. Aizawa makes quick work of your skirt, pulling it down your shaking legs. He tears through your tights at the seam of your crotch, making you gasp, "S-Sensei!" Hearing you say that title in that sweet voice of yours makes his cock twitch in excitement. His fingers move to trace the gusset of your panties, groaning as he feels that you've already soaked through the fabric. "Such a needy little slut," Mr. Aizawa groans under his breath, making you squirm. It makes you feel a tad uncomfortable being called a 'slut', afterall, you're still a virgin. You just chalk it up to him making dirty talk and try not to think too hard about it anymore.

Wasting no more time, Mr. Aizawa hastily pulls down your soaked panties, breath hitching at the sight in front of him. The curls above your mound glistening in the light from how much slick you're producing, your little clit swollen and protruding from between your folds lewdly. It's a better sight than Mr. Aizawa even imagined. He kneels down in front of your desk, spreading your thighs wide with his large warm hands. Feeling his breath drift across your pussy makes you moan, hips twitching up needily. Mr. Aizawa immediately buries his face into your hairy cunt with a loud groan, eagerly sucking and licking at the swollen flesh. That makes you cry out, hands moving to find purchase in his long dark locks.

The sounds of sucking and lewd wet squelches fill the empty classroom as Mr. Aizawa very eagerly eats you out. It feels incredible. You've never seen your teacher so enthused, so energetic before. It's like he's a whole new man between your thighs. Lips wrapping around your puffy bud, Mr. Aizawa sucks and laps at you quickly, making your eyes roll back. You can feel a finger prodding at your entrance and writhe uncomfortably. You've never had anything up there and you're nervous it's going to hurt. You're very quickly proven wrong as his finger slides inside with immense ease, immediately curling up to try and find your g-spot. You squeal and your hips jerk up as soon as he hits that swollen spot inside you, eyes rolling back and hands clutching tightly at his hair. "S-Sensei!" you cry out, drool starting to drip down your lips.

It feels good. Almost way too good. Your cries and sounds of pleasure echo throughout the empty classroom along with the lewd sucks of Mr. Aizawa's ministrations. It isn't long until there's a fire burning in your lower belly and it's very quickly heating up and traveling throughout your sensitive virgin body. "S-Sensei! Sensei! It feels like..." You trail off, your face heating up in embarrassment. It feels like you need to piss. And you definitely don't want to urinate all over Mr. Aizawa's face. That would be mortifying. Hearing your cries just spurs Mr. Aizawa on even more, doubling his efforts and sliding another finger inside you. You try to weakly push at Mr. Aizawa's face, but you're far too weak compared to him. He just grunts and shoves his face further into your cunt.

Your face is bright red in shame and embarrassment now, tears of shame in your eyes threatening to spill over. "S-Sensei! Sensei! S-Stop! I-I'm gonna pee...!" You sob out and it just causes Mr. Aizawa to chuckle darkly. It's almost like he ignores you, keeping up his efforts. You sob out in embarrassment, not able to stop the way your body is reacting to the situation. It builds and builds until it can't anymore. With a choked cry, you climax all over Mr. Aizawa's face, a clear liquid spurting from your oversensitive cunt. Now that just makes you confused. It doesn't smell like urine and it doesn't look like it either. But it's still squirting from your cunt in rapid succession. Not even mentioning the way the orgasm utterly wrecks your body, your first ever climax making you twitch and pulse and gasp. It's so overwhelming, way too much for your poor little body. Mr. Aizawa only pulls back as he hears you begin to sob harder and the gushing from your cunt stops.

You feel utterly humiliated, embarrassed, self-conscious. In your mind, you just pissed yourself in front of your homeroom teacher. In reality, you just have no idea what squirting is or the fact that you just did it. Instead of comforting you, Mr. Aizawa just looks uncomfortable, unphased by your crying. He just stands to his feet, looking at you cautiously. It takes you a little while to calm down, sitting in a puddle of your own squirt, the liquid audibly dripping off the desk and onto the floor. It feels so strange — the way your body is so wired from the pleasure that just attacked your body and the juxtaposition of the way your mind is embarrassed. It creates a strange concoction of both euphoria and self-consciousness. You quickly wipe at your eyes, trying to stop the hiccups and sniffles that bubble from you. God, you feel pathetic.

Your big wide eyes look up at your teacher, begging for attention, for comfort, for anything. Mr. Aizawa just awkwardly pats your hair, his arousal still extremely obvious through his pants. You take whatever you can get, nuzzling up into Mr. Aizawa's touch. It's the bare minimum, but to you it feels like everything. After a few quiet moments, Mr. Aizawa lets out a small huff, "...Are you done?" It makes you feel like a little kid getting scolded. You awkwardly nod your head, letting out one last sniffle. You go to pick up your clothes off the classroom floor, but Mr. Aizawa stops you. He looks down at you, his expression dangerous, "Oh no, we're not done yet, sweetie," he says, voice almost condescending. You weakly nod your head, looking up at your teacher.

Mr. Aizawa places his hands on your shoulders, gently pushing you to kneel, "Get on your knees for me, kid." His voice is a little bit softer now, or maybe you're just imagining it. Imagining Mr. Aizawa is the nice sweet man you always pegged him to be. Once you're on your knees, you look up at your teacher expectantly, eyes widening as his hands reaches for his crotch. Your breath hitches as Mr. Aizawa frees his cock from the confines of his hero suit. He's huge. Bigger than anything you've ever seen (which doesn't say much considering all you've ever done is watch a little porn.) You gulp nervously, lips parting as you realize that thing is going to be inside you. Mr. Aizawa takes the opportunity while your lips are parted and immediately thrusts his cock into your mouth.

You gag viciously — in surprise, on instinct, and a little bit in disgust. The taste is awful. Tangy and salty and sweaty. Your gagging just makes the man above you groan, trying to push more of his length into your mouth. Your hands move to Mr. Aizawa's hips, trying to push him away. But it's futile. He's so much stronger than you. "Shh, just breathe through your nose," Mr. Aizawa whispers, his hands moving to thread through your hair. He holds you firmly in place, gradually trying to push more and more of his cock down your throat. Tears spill from your eyes, drool pooling down your lips. You can't do anything. Can't fight back, can't tell him to stop, can't pull away. Nothing. Inevitably, you just give in. Allow your teacher to use your mouth as he pleases. That causes him to groan loudly, setting a brutal pace.

The sounds of gagging and choking now fill the empty classroom as Mr. Aizawa uses your mouth. You can barely breathe, barely think, kneeling in a puddle of your own liquids as your teacher uses you. You just wish that it would end, that he would stop, that he would get this over with. But despite all your protests, your body is still responding. Getting accustomed to the large stretch, arousal starting to pool in your lower belly again, your cunt dripping onto the floor. It makes you feel gross seeing your own body react in ways you don't want it to.

His grunts and groans echo throughout the room, his hands gripping your hair tightly. You really can't help yourself. Can't help the way your hand slides down between your thighs to pathetically rub at your abused clit as he uses you. It takes a little bit for Mr. Aizawa to notice, but once he does, he groans out and his cock twitches. "Knew you were a dirty little slut," he hisses, cock hitting the back of your throat over and over again. He barely gives you any room to breathe, so focused on his own pleasure. Your head feels fuzzy, dizzy, so overwhelmed by the sensations Mr. Aizawa is providing you along with your own touch to your cunt.

Right as Mr. Aizawa is about to climax, his cock pulsing and twitching wildly, he pulls away. That leaves you a bit disappointed, feeling empty. You whine softly, your hand still working your pussy as you nuzzle your face into Mr. Aizawa's cock. He hisses in pleasure, hand moving to firmly wrap around the base of his dick, "N-Not yet," he mumbles, breathless and sweaty. That causes you to pout softly. You've always been curious about the taste of cum, seeing the way people in porn so enthusiastically swallow it down like it's the best thing ever. It's a complete one-eighty of your attitude a few minutes ago, it even leaves your own head spinning. It's like you can't get enough of him.

Mr. Aizawa roughly grabs your arm, pulling you to your feet. "S-Sensei—!" You try to resist, but you're silenced as Mr. Aizawa bends you over the desk with a growl. He wastes no time in spreading your thighs, looking down at your ass and cunt. You squirm atop your desk, not expecting the sudden roughness. You're caught even more off guard as you feel the blunt fat tip of his dick at your entrance. "W-Wait—!" You protest, but your cries fall on deaf ears as Mr. Aizawa forcefully pushes his fat cock into you. A pained sob escapes your lips as his cock penetrates your virgin hole. The stretch is painful, intense, your hymen tearing at the intrusion. You try to squirm and wriggle away, but Mr. Aizawa's firm grasp on your hips stops you. Tears and sobs bubble from your eyes and mouth, soft hiccups wracking your sensitive body.

It's only when Mr. Aizawa fully bottoms out does he finally give you a moment to adjust. He leans forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder, "So fucking tight," he hisses lowly. You can't help the way you squirm and writhe underneath him, the stretch so intense. Mr. Aizawa gently shushes you, a hand moving down to rub at your clit soothingly. That just makes you wiggle even more, the pleasure combined with the pain creating a concoction that makes an intense heat burn within your lower belly. You feel so fucking full, your poor pussy practically crying out. It tries to compensate for the pain with more slick, easing the stretch just a bit more.

Mr. Aizawa gives you a few minutes to relax before he sets a slow steady pace. Each thrust and pull and push of his dick makes that achy pain radiate throughout your cunt. Lewd wet squelches sound out from your pussy along with your sobs and cries and hiccups. It feels so painful, but you also don't want him to stop. You feel so connected to him right now, feel so loved by your teacher with him so deep inside you. You've never had any relationship outside of friendships, so you can only compare this to what you've seen in porn. And right now, you feel as though your teacher really loves you to be willing to do this with you.

Meanwhile, Mr. Aizawa is just trying not to bust a nut too fast. He's fully focused on the intense heat and wetness and tightness around him. Fully focused on the way your pussy seems to practically suck him back inside each time he pulls back out. "Such a fucking greedy cunt," he mumbles under his breath, hands gripping your hips almost painfully. His grunts and groans fill the classroom as he thrusts into you. His cock is stretching you out deliciously, making you writhe and squirm and moan. You can barely hold in your noises, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as you softly hiccup and sob. "S-Sensei," you moan out, head tilting back and thighs quivering. By now, the pain has eased its way into pleasure, that heat beginning to build in your lower belly again.

Hearing you call out for him makes Mr. Aizawa groan and his cock to twitch. He picks up the pace steadily, your cunt squelching lewdly from his movements. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, Mr. Aizawa's heavy balls swinging to slap against your swollen clit. Your hands grip the edge of the desk tightly, your sobs and hiccups morphing into moans and mewls. One thrust suddenly makes you jolt and gasp loudly, Mr. Aizawa grinning as he realizes he hit your g-spot. "There we go, you whore," he groans out, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot over and over again. You pathetically cry out for your lover, hand reaching back to try and grab at his. "S-Sensei! Sensei!" You sob, eyes rolling back as the white hot pleasure steadily builds and builds.

One particular rough thrust to your sweet spot causes you to squirt, the sensation of your cunt gushing all over his length making Mr. Aizawa gasp. He pounds into you even harder, determined to keep making your cunt gush and squirt. You let out a whine of embarrassment, assuming that you're peeing again. Trying to squirm away and stop the gushing, you whine and whimper, "S-Sensei! Sensei! 'M sorry!" You sob, apologizing for 'urinating' all over him. That just turns Mr. Aizawa on even more seeing the way you apologize and whimper for him. A sudden slap to your ass makes you cry out and clench around him, "Take it! Take it you slut!"

He pounds into you faster and faster chasing his own end at this point. Your cunt just keeps gushing and squirting, your own climax building. Body quaking and shaking, you sob as that heat snaps inside your belly. With a squeal, your body trembles and shakes as you cum hard around Mr. Aizawa's length. He groans as he feels your pussy fluttering and pulsing around him, your climax causing his own. With a deep grunt, Mr. Aizawa begins to cum deep inside you, his white hot cum filling your little virgin hole. It gushes out from around his length, painting your walls and folds with each spurt of cum.

Mr. Aizawa keeps thrusting until he's completely spent, only pulling out once your cunt stops gushing. You're boneless, breathless against the desk as you try to recover your sanity. You mewl sweetly as you feel his cum spilling out of you and onto your thighs, feeling completely full and satisfied. The room reeks of sweat and sex now, the floor around your desk coated in spunk and squirt. Mr. Aizawa weakly slaps your ass one last time, letting out a small huff, "I'd say that was A+ worthy.”

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