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“Hang on. What’d you just call me?”

Izuku stops short, his hand laying flat on your ass over your navy blue mini skirt that stops right above your knees, barely covering the top half of the nylon stockings adorning your thighs.

He takes one look at you, his face crystalized in irritation with a hint of lust flashing behind his forest green eyes. They were once so tired and dazed from waking up at the ass crack of dawn and slurping down coffee, but are now alight with a fire you caused with that one slip-up.

Plus the outfit. You paired your flirty, sexy little skirt and stockings with a cream-colored sweater top cropped to expose a sliver of your tummy, accentuating the curve of your ass pressed against your skirt, and black ballet flats. You hair, so soft and smelling of coconuts, is braided back at the base while the rest cascades down your neck in waves.

Izuku longs to dig his fingers into those pretty, tantalizing locks and wind a fist around them, gripping it and making you cry out as he shoves his cock inside of you. It was all he could think about while teaching his class today, seeing you sit right in the second row.

It was bad enough you were wearing that stupid, sexy little number today to distract him and failed your recent paper, but now here you are, disrespecting AGAIN by calling him the wrong name?

Realizing your mistake, you pout those pretty, soft lips, glossed and sparkly with lipgloss, at him, your eyes big and nervous. "I'm sorry...Professor Midoriya," you correct yourself, your voice nothing more than a whimper. "I didn't mean to—"

"Didn't mean to what, baby?" Izuku cuts in, raising a green eyebrow down at you. The afternoon sun glints against his handsome face and smattering of freckles, the left side of his face permanently scarred, somehow making him even sexier. "You didn't mean to wear this little outfit tryin' to distract me."

His hand strokes up and down your ass, his thick fingers cascading over the stretch of fabric across your round behind. You whimper, your body anticipating him to smack your ass, almost begging for it with the way your hard nipples rub against the hard desk and your pussy gushes embarrassingly in your panties.

"Or you didn't mean to fail that paper that I gave you almost a month to do," he continues, his hard cock nudging against your inner thigh.

"Or you didn't mean to giggle to your little friend and pass them notes while I was in the middle of a fuckin' lesson," he softly growls.

SMACK!

"Ah!" you gasp, covering your mouth to hide your voice exploding out of you as your professor's scarred, calloused hand crashes down against your ass over your skirt.

"Ah-ah, quiet," he says, his tone sharp and critical. "I could've damn well smacked that ass under your skirt." He pauses, smirking evilly as his hand runs down your behind to your thighs, squeezing both in his big palm. "Or better yet, use my ruler."

Your eyes widen and you gawk up at him, seeing his smirk straight off of a Disney villain's face. "N-No," you stammer. "No, Professor, please. I-I'm sorry for all of it! I wasn't thinking!"

"Of course, you weren't, baby. Slutty girls like you don't usually think, unless it's about gettin' fucked over the desk by their professor."

SMACK!

You softly yelp, jumping at the surprise smack on your ass yet again. He chuckles, enjoying the way you jump at his every touch and assault. You're so responsive! "I betcha wanted this all along, huh? That's why you pulled that shit today?"

He hits you again, and again, and again, loving the way you flinch and softly whimper as his calloused palm comes down to swat your ass, damn near making it red...or at least he's attempting to make it red. He wants to see his handprint appear on your cheeks, marking you as his property. His slut. His plaything.

He bends down to come close to your face, his cock chubbing against his slacks from the sweet, floral scent of your perfume. "That's why you wanted to piss me off, huh?" he growls in your ear. "You wanted to act like a dumb little whore and fail that paper just so I could make you stay after class?"

You whimper in response, your lashes coated with shiny, glistening droplets of tears from the lick of fire across your ass from his spanks.

He thought you had lost your mind when he was grading papers over the weekend and read your work. To say he was disappointed in what he read was an understatement. So when class ended today, he asked you to stay while everyone else filed out for free period.

He sat at his desk as you sauntered up to him, your shoes clicking across the floor, your jaw working with a piece of strawberry mint gum in it. "You wanted to see me?" you asked, unable to keep your voice from growing soft.

Izuku cleared his throat to avoid blushing at the curve of your tits under your shirt as you leaned over his desk. "Yes, Y/N," he said. "Sit down for me. This is very serious." You took a seat and crossed your legs over one another, well aware that your skirt rode up slightly to expose a sliver of your thigh and the tops of your stockings.

Izuku tried not to stare, his green eyes glaring into yours. "You failed the paper I assigned you," he continued, his tone serious and disappointed. "I gave you almost a month to write it in addition to plenty of chances to ask me questions and come see me during visiting hours, but you never did."

You paused from chewing your gum, sighing heavily. "I'm sorry," you said, but you really weren't. "I got busy with work. You know how it is, right?"

But Deku's jaw clenched, meaning that your attempt at being lighthearted failed miserably. "Not an excuse, especially for you. You're my most intelligent student, Y/N; always on time to classes and with assignments. You're an A-student in this class and others as I'm told."

You bit your glossy, lush bottom lip, feeling a pang of shame at his words. He paused, shaking his head, running one hand through his green, sexy short locks of hair. "I'm sorry, but I'm gonna have to drop your grade for this."

You paused, his devastating decision ringing in your ears. "What?!" you snapped. "B-But I have an A average in this class! You can't do this to me right before finals!"

Izuku gave you a firm look, crossing his arms over his chest. "Oh, yes, I can. You're here to study how to become a hero, Y/N; that shit doesn't just come easily. You have to work for it!"

Your stomach fluttered excitedly at the swear on Izuku's tongue; he NEVER cussed, at least not to the class, so he was very mad. It sounded hot. "Is there a real reason you bullshitted this paper?" he suddenly asked, raising an eyebrow at you. "And don't lie to me. Tell me the truth."

You bit your lip even harder, staring off to the side at the cherry blossom trees and afternoon sun outside. "My boyfriend," you sighed. "We're having...problems." Izuku's face softened into realization and he leaned back in his chair. "So you were distracted by a boy."

You simpered, glaring at your professor from across his desk. "With all due respect, Izuku, I don't need to tell me what my dad can," you snapped. "But I have to pass this class. I can do extra credit or take a test! Please I'll do ANYTHING to make up for this!"

You stood up and placed your hands flat on the desk, staring down at your professor in desperation. Izuku barely bated a lash. "Anything?" he repeated, raising an interested eyebrow at this. "And what do you mean by that, Ms. L/N?"

You blinked at him, utterly confused, your heart hammering in your chest for some reason. "Huh?" you dumbly asked.

He cocked his head to the side, sizing you up, and despite your stance, you felt so much smaller than him. "Does it have anything to do with what you were whisperin' with your friend about during my lecture?" he asked. "Like my lesson wasn't that important to you?"

You felt your skin sizzle hot with embarrassment, realizing that you were caught. "I-I don't—"

"Don't play dumb with me, girl," he growled, his firmness making you tremble. "I may be much older than you, but I used to be your age too. I know you were whisperin' back there about a guy, probably one of these college fuckboys around here."

You clenched your jaw, irritated. "And what if it was?" you asked. "Is that any business of yours?"

Izuku's eyes flashed with a fire that excited, thrilled, and scared you. It was the last of his composure leaving him. "It is if it's in my fuckin' class. You'd better watch your tone, Ms. L/N."

But you were too far gone to stop, and too much of a brat to listen. "Why?" you asked innocently, batting your lashes at him. "You don't like girls who talk back, Mr. Midoriya?" You paused, giggling. "I'd figure not since you're a big, bad pro hero and all too. That's probably why you even dragged me in here: to fix my lip."

Your glossy lips quirked into a cocky smirk, knowing that deep down, the good, sweet, innocent pro hero and teacher was secretly a pervert. You expected Izuku to tell you to get out or snap at you, but instead, he just stared you down. "You're right."

You paused, silent. "What?" you asked, shocked by his admission.

Izuku barely wasted a beat repeating himself: "I said you're right: I did drag you in here to fix that lip of yours. You talk too fuckin' much."

His face was steely, but his eyes were hooded, dark with lust. You felt like you were an ant now, tiny and scurrying around his shoes. "I-Izuku—"

"No, no, little girl," he interrupted, his arms still crossed over his beefy chest. "You don't get to call me that anymore. It's 'Professor Midoriya' to you. Now show me the note." He put his hand out for you, his expression steely.

Biting your lip to stop it from trembling, you reached into your bag and pulled out the folded note that you sent your friend who sent it right back to you with a big "LOL". You shook as Izuku unfolded it and read it, his green eyes trailing over your handwriting in your pink, sparkly pen.

"'Wow, Izuku has some BIG hands. I'd love to feel them wrapped around my throat while he's hittin' it from the back.'" He paused, staring at you, a sliver of humor in his green eyes. "So this is what you girls talk about at the back of the room?" he asked. "Jesus, you're nasty."

You felt a combination of shame, embarrassment, and arousal as your professor chuckled at your secret thoughts about him. He then got up from his seat and re-folded the note for pushing it into the pocket of his slacks. "So you got a thing for teachers, is that right?" he questioned playfully. "Is that why you and your boyfriend aren't workin' out? You want teacher dick?"

You nearly gasped at his vulgar words, but had no time to think on them before he was coming around the front of his desk to face you. He placed a hand on your waist, pulling you close. "Wait, what are you—"

"Shhh," he shushed you. "It's just me, Y/N. You don't have to be afraid. I've seen the way you look at me." His expression was knowing yet soft, his forest-green eyes hooded. "So what's your next move, baby?" he asked, his voice dipping low, almost raspy.

It, and he, stole your breath away. It was too sexy to resist. Your arousal exploded and you couldn't stop yourself. You acted quickly, throwing caution to the wind as you threw your arms around him and tried to kiss him. But he stopped you, placing both hands on your wrists and placing them at your sides. "What are you doing?" you gasped. "Kiss me."

But he shook his head, walking you somewhere across the room. "No, not just yet. You still need to be taught a little lesson before you get your reward." Before you knew it, you were being bent over a nearby desk, gently albeit but still rendering you shocked. "What the fu—"

"Shut the fuck up," Izuku growled, rendering you speechless. "You and that mouth are gettin' you in a lot of trouble. Lucky for you, baby, I'm good at punishing bad girls like you."

And now here he is, getting the ruler. You flinch when you hear it smack against one of the desks, making him chuckle. Such a masochist sweet Deku, Japan's number 2 pro hero, is. "Professor, please," you whine. "I'm not gonna be able to sit!"

"That's the idea," he chuckles, finding joy in your doom. "C'mon, baby doll, you can do it. Just put in a little effort for your professor. Count f'me now."

Then he is lifting up your skirt over your ass and exposing your panties wedged between your asscheeks before dragging the wooden roller across your asscheeks. You flinch when you feel it, your body anticipating the burn of it assaulting one of your cheeks. Izuku coos, running a loving hand over one of your asscheeks, gripping and jiggling it possessively.

Then the ruler is coming down quick and hard onto one of your cheeks.

WHACK!

You gasp, your eyes widening from the sharp sting. "One!" you gasp out.

"Good girl," Izuku praises, then raises the ruler again.

WHACK!

"Two, shit!" you hiss, gripping the edge of the desk for dear life. "Uh-huh," Izuku hums in praise, his cock aching and pulsing each time the ruler comes down to hit your asscheeks, making them jiggle enticingly for him.

WHACK!

"Three, God, Izuku, I can't!" you sob, tears springing into your eyes, threatening to fall. "It hurts!"

WHACK!

Izuku tuts with disapproval, tapping the ruler against his lam. "Once again gettin' my name wrong. And if you're gonna be that loud, I'll have to plug that mouth up."

WHACK!

"F-F-ah-ah!" you whine, squeezing your eyes tightly shut against the burn. Your toes curl from the pain and your muscles clench...but your pussy is also wetter than it has been since you saw Izuku in his teacher's attire today.

Realizing that he'll be getting nowhere with you, your professor stands in front of you, sighing, and his hand goes to his belt, unbuckling it with one hand.

Zzzzzip.

His zipper comes down, right in your face. "Guess it can't be helped," Izuku sighs. "No matter. Least I get to fuck that pretty mouth now." He then reaches one hand into his briefs and takes out his hard, thick, 8-inch cock protruding from a nest of neatly-trimmed green curls.

As your mouth waters, he places the ruler under your chin and force your head up to see him smirk. "Open wide, gorgeous." He taps his pink, bulbous cock head against your lips, coating it in your lipgloss. Slowly, you peel open your mouth, strands of spit stretching on your tongue to the roof of your mouth, and gargle when he shoves himself inside.

He is slow at first, allowing you to accommodate to his size and greedy thrusts, but once you've hollowed your cheeks and opened his throat, he fucks your tight, wet throat harder, pushing himself in deeper. "Mmmm, that's it, baby," he groans. "Suck that fuckin' dick. Damn, you suck it like you've been feenin' for a big dick."

WHACK!

He smacks your ass again, causing you to moan around his cock, sending vibrations through his shaft to his cum-filled balls. You suck and slurp on his dick as much as you can with no hands, bobbing your head back and forth against the desk.

"Guess your man ain't on the large size," he chuckles, dragging the ruler over your stinging asscheeks. "Poor girl, so desperate for attention. He probably isn't even fuckin' you right. Just look at how you respond to my touch."

You shiver as he slides a hand over your panties, caressing your pussy through your underwear. Your lips have gotten so puffy that they eat up the thin fabric of cotton covering them, your pussy now stick to it. Slowly, Izuku pulls it aside, revealing your soaked, pretty cunt to him. "Ooooh, so wet," he teases. "So sloppy f'me. Poor girl needs some attention, doesn't she?"

He then pulls your panties down to your ankles, coaxing you to lift your feet so he can work them down your shoes. He pauses to take a short inhale of your scent from the lace before shoving the naughty article of clothing into his back pocket. 

He licks his fingers, sucking on them, before he begins to gently tease your slit as you suck, slurp, choke, and gag on his cock. Spit drips from your lips and down your chin, lubing up your mouth enough to fuck it as fast and as rough as he wants. He groans as he watches your luscious lips wrap around his shaft, just as his fingers toy with your clit. 

"Professor," you whine around his dick. Your pussy throbs and gushes insistently, making you grind your hips forward to rub your clit. "Uh-uh!" Izuku disapprovingly says. 

WHACK! 

The ruler comes down onto your sticky pussy, whacking you right on your lips. ”Ow!” you yelp around his cock, flinching from the sharp snap of fire against your cunt. He clucks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, shaking his head at you. ”No rubbin' that pussy on my desk, you little slut! You listen to me and do what I say. Now take me deep in that throat while I fingerfuck you." 

You stare up at him with big watery eyes, making him throb against your tongue. ”Y-Yes, sir," you stammer. 

You then proceed to suck all of him down before hollowing your cheeks as he fucks your mouth, using you like a little free use toy. His moans and whines fill the air as he desperately tries to keep his voice down, but the way your throat is clenching around him is too good to not moan about. He is extremely vocal, his handsome face flushed pink and screwed in pleasure as your spit slides down his balls and your pussy sucks in his fingers. "Fuck yes, deeper! Deeper, baby, c'mon, take it. Ah, fuck yes, you've got it! Just like that, fuuuuck yes!" 

As he fucks your throat with his big cock and your pussy with his thick fingers, the desk begins to rock against the tiled floor, creaking in time with his thrusts. The whole entire situation is so dirty and forbidden and hot that it makes your clit throb excitedly and your pussy clench harder around his digits. "You gonna cum, darling?" he coos. 

You lift your big, watery eyes up at him, your lips still stretched wide around his dick. ”Mmm-hmm!” you moan around his dick. "Pwease, Pwafessor, make me cwum!" 

But Izuku is secretly a little shit, so he just cockily smirks at you. ”No,” he growls. "You wanna cum, you do it around my cock. I wanna put my load right in this sweet, slippery fuckin' pussy.” He slides his cock out of your mouth, letting you properly breathe, and comes around the back to face your pussy now. 

SMACK! 

You gasp as his hand claps hard against your pussy, his palm becoming sticky and wet with your juices. "And you fuck me back and cum only when I tell you to, understand?" he hisses. With his cologne and his cock like pheromones, you are helpless to resist or disobey him, especially when he taps that thick dick against your pussy.

"Yes, sir!" you moan as sparks of pleasure explode through your body. "I-I promise I'll be a good girl! Please just fuck me!" 

Just as desperate, Izuku holds onto your hips, his cock pressing against your entrance. ”Then show me," he groans. "Show me how a good girl takes dick." And then he's sliding in, finally filling you up with his cock. You moan in unison at the explosive pleasure, but Izuku barely gives you time to adjust before he thrusts slow and deep into your wet heat. 

"Oh, fuck!" you whine, gripping the edges of the desk. "God, Izu— Professor, yes! Fuck me!" 

Izuku groans in response to your sweet, straight pornographic sounds as he continues to slowly grind his hips flush against your ass, squeezing himself into the tight fit of your pussy. ”Izuku, baby," he whispers against your ear. "I give you permission. Call me by my fuckin' name while I'm in this pretty pussy." 

He curls a hand around your throat, squeezing it just enough to make you gasp. ”Such a pretty thing takin' every inch of me. Fuck, you feel so goddamn good!" As he sinks in deeper, your mouth opens wide on a silent moan, your wet, silky walls stretching to accommodate him. He leans over you, nearly mounting you with his big body, and shoves himself in deeper. "Oh, my God!" you gasp, causing him to clap a hand over your mouth. 

"Sorry, baby," he chuckles. "You were too loud. Glad this dick is makin' you feel good though." He begins to rut into you with a bit more tempo, bumping his pelvis against your ass, making it jiggle and bounce against him every time he snaps his hips forward. 

"I needed this so bad," he groans. "Needed to feel you wrapped around me. All these classes...all these lessons and fightin' villains every fuckin' day...all I could think about is fucking you just. Like. This." With each word, he punctuates it with a rough, delicious thrust that has you seeing stars and the desk scooting across the tiled floor. 

You can’t take it. You need more. You can feel your pussy oozing, dripping, and creaming down your thighs, ruining your stockings. "Izuku," you moan behind his hand. "Faster! Fuck me faster!" Izuku drops some of his role to give you a worried glance as you look at him from over your shoulder. ”You sure, baby?" he pants. 

You nod, desperate, your cunt squeezing around him. The way you look back at him with those desperate eyes sends him into a frenzy and he can’t resist. ”Tap me if it's too much.” He then presses his hand against your back, forcing you to lie flat against the desk’s surface. 

And without having any ounce of his quirk in him, he still fucks you into oblivion against the school desk, making it rock and creak with every rough thrust that makes your pussy gush and melt. It is brain numbing and makes you go blank with pleasure, your face squished up against the desk as Izuku pounds your pussy with fervor. 

Hushed, lewd moans and grunts leave Izuku’s lips the more he fucks you, stroking his cock with your tight, wet pussy hugging him so nicely. ”Ah, fuck—n-not bad, gorgeous. So far, you're—oh, fuck yes—so far, you're doin' a good job proving yourself to me." You whimper in response, doing your very best to keep quiet behind his palm, but the whole “sneaky sex with your professor” thing is making you hot enough to burn this entire classroom down.

SMACK! 

You yelp behind Izuku’s hand when he suddenly smacks you on your ass again in between quickened thrusts of his cock kissing your G-spot. ”So you gonna fail again?" he firmly asks. "You gonna let any of those little boys fuck up your academics?" 

"No, sir!" you practically scream, your voice muffled by his hand. "I promise, I won't!" 

SMACK! 

He smacks you again, harder this time, the sting of his palm mingling with the searing, electric pleasure of his cock plunging in and out of your pussy. ”You gonna keep gigglin' with your friend and not pay attention? You gonna keep testin' my patience?" He nails your pussy harder, faster, taking his hand off of your mouth to rub your clit in an effort to get you close to your end. 

“No! No, I swear!” you sob, tears springing into your eyes again. You grip the desk so hard that your knuckles go pale as Izuku draws you back into him, slamming your ass back against him over and over again as he thrusts forward, using every muscle in his body to fuck you out of your mind. Finally, you can’t take much more. You’re going dizzy and you feel your core tightening with the urge to release all over the big, fat dick inside of you. 

”I’m gonna cum!" you sob. "Please make me cum, Daddy, please!" Desperation crackles beneath your skin, making you reach a hand back to cup Izuku’s ass. "That's my good girl," he chuckles. "Now come here.” 

You instinctively turn your head towards him, earning the perfect view of his handsome, freckled face. "Open up," he demands and puckers his lips to spit in your mouth. You open your lips and stick out your tongue, letting him spit on it, loving his taste. ”Cum for me. Kiss me and cum all over that cock. Fuck, m'close, baby!" 

His thrusts grow sloppy and desperate, his cock pounding into you harder and faster as your moans grow a little louder, unable to be tampered down as your releases quickly arrive. You clamp a hand over your mouth as a scream escapes you, pleasure rushing through your body like a wildfire.

Izuku digs his fingers into the flesh of your ass, repeatedly spanking and groping you as his cock grows thicker inside of. "Cumming!" he groans. "Fuck, I'm fuckin' cumming! Gonna blow my fuckin' load, fuck, fuck—" 

He cuts himself off as he reaches his end, finally coming to a staggered stop as his nut races through him. "Fuck!” you both moan out in unison, just as your orgasms hit you dead on. Izuku digs his face into your sweet-smelling hair as he empties his balls inside of you, groaning with pleasure as he does. 

You cum all over his cock, dripping all the way down his shaft, soaking him in your juices. Your walls continue to stroke his load out of him, taking more and more out of him until you are both spent and breathless. You shake from the aftershocks coursing through you, your eyes rolling back and soft, broken moans leaving your pretty lips. As you do, Izuku wraps both arms around you tight, his biceps becoming your lifeline, his strength only making your orgasm last a lot longer. 

Finally, the shaking stops and your knees buckle, weak and mushy. You purr like a little kitten, smiling deliriously as you slump against the desk. "Oh, wow," you moan, sighing softly. "That was amazing." 

Izuku lets out a tired whistle, softly moaning as he pulls himself out of your dripping pussy. You feel a trickle of his hot load down your thighs, making you hum with pleasure. He gave you a lot. ”It was," he agrees, and then gasps. "Aw, fuck, your pretty skirt! I messed it up!" 

Slowly, you pick your head up and look back to see your skirt stained with fresh droplets of spunk. You giggle, turning around on your wobbly knees to drop to your knees, staring up into the forest-green eyes of your professor/FWB. "Don’t worry, Daddy. Nothin' a little wash can't fix. You've done a lot worse." 

Izuku blushes as he stares down at you, giving you a crooked smile. ”That, I have," he chuckles. "Thanks for stayin' back for me today, baby. I really needed that." You hum in pleasure, staring at his semi-hard cock slick with your cum. ”Of course. I needed it too." You begin to give him kitten licks, slurping up your cum to clean him all up for his next class. 

Nothing like some good role-play sex with your professor and side dick. You knew the short skirt would get him. 

He softly groans at the feeling of your talented tongue, tangling a hand in your hair. "And you're sure your boyfriend won't find out about this?" he questions. 

You pull away from his cock with a wet pop as if you were sucking on a lollipop. "No,” you simply reply with a wink. "But even if he does, I don't care. He doesn't give me good dick like you do. He barely even eats me out!" 

Izuku rolls his eyes into the back of his head, craning his neck back at the mention of tasting your pussy. ”Fuck, I wish I could've tasted you before free period ended," he groans. You stand from the floor and smirk at him, turning to flash him your ass and glistening pussy under your skirt. ”You still can," you giggle. "Come on, Daddy, you need to clean me up~" 

Your professor is on you like a bee on honey, immediately placing both hands on your ass to pry it apart, showing off both of your cute holes to him. He begins to slurp up your pussy, cleaning off your inner thighs and gently sucking on your clit, softly moaning as he does. You whimper at his mouth, reaching back to card your fingers through his soft, green locks.

"Oh, fuck," you moan, biting your lip. "Mmm, your tongue is always so nice, Izuku. Better than anyone's." 

He cockily smirks at you as he pulls away, his lips slightly wet. ”Damn right. Nothin' but the best for my best student and my best girl." 

SMACK! 

You squeal and giggle as he smacks your ass, still raw from the earlier ones, again and stands up, fixing his pants and putting his cock away much to your dismay. ”Now get outta here before my next class comes in," he chuckles, fixing his tie. "See you this weekend. My place, remember?" 

You nod, fixing your skirt and your top to avoid looking like you just got fucked. ”Yes, sir," you purr. "Oh, and my paper! I've gotta tell my mom I got an A!" 

Izuku softly laughs as you take your paper out of your bag, handing it to him. ”An A+ actually,” he chuckles, taking the big, red F sticker off to reveal his red marking of an A+ at the corner of your paper. "Thanks for agreeing to the role play. We should do that again sometime...back in here." 

You sexily giggle at him, placing both hands on his broad, hard chest, indulging in his cologne and the scent of sex wafting off of him. "Whatever you want, Professor," you purr. "But can I have my panties back this time?" 

Izuku slightly frowns, looking reluctant to give up yet another pair of your lace panties from a fuck session. But still, he takes them out of his pocket and hands them to you. ”Eh, what the hell, sure," he laughs. "I've got a collection at this point. That will be all, Ms. Y/N." 

He gives you a wink and a soul-snatching kiss on the lips before the bell rings, signaling the end of free period. Then you go skipping down the hall, your thighs still sticky with his spunk and the taste of him still on your lips.