Desk Job

Shota/Els
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Aizawa walked into his classroom that morning with the intent on taking those students of his out to the practice field. They needed some serious polish or they would never work their quirks out right.

He sighed dismally and sat at his desk, pulling a drawer open and checking to see if he had enough energy drinks and jelly pouches for the day. He could go through a few pretty fast sometimes, so he had to stock up now and then. The supply was decent so he shut the drawer and sat back, legs spread, to glance at the clock. A couple seconds until the bell rang - 

"What!" He jerked upright, his back hitting the chair with a brisk snapping sound. Someone had their hand pressed firmly on his crotch, grasping the cloth and his shrinking member. He stilled his racing heart and stared under his desk, hair raising and eyes glowing, as the bell signaled the students pouring into the class. Aizawa blinked as Cheshire flickered into view when his quirk erased hers. She grinned at him, flashing him a fanged smile, and held a finger up to her lips. He immediately returned her quirk and she vanished from sight.

Now he had a much more serious problem. In fact, it was two fold - for one, the sight of the woman he had been lusting after touching him like she was had caused him to go from withered to flagpole in record time. The other issue was the kids. If he made her get up now, even invisible, they would know something was up. Poor choice of words, yes, but he could hardly be blamed for that as she unfastened his pants and slipped his stiff penis out through two layers of clothing. His concentration was suffering a bit right now. He rolled as far under the desk as he could and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. Class 1-A was staring strangely at him, and he had to pull himself together. 

"All right. I would like you to go over your hero move sets today. Work out everything you can so we can p - practice..." He faltered, his voice catching a little. They stared at him, wide-eyed, realizing something was wrong but not knowing what. 

What was wrong was he was on the receiving end of the most stimulating blowjob he had ever gotten. Aizawa cleared his throat and continued a bit shakily, "We will practice tomorrow on the field." His thighs twitched as she teased the most sensitive part of his firm length, licking just under the head. He looked around the class in as stoic a manner as he could manage, hoping he appeared the same as he did every day. They didn't appear totally convinced but the teenagers dutifully got out their binders and started chatting in hushed tones.

The Erasure Hero curled his toes, hard, and ducked deeper into his capture scarves to hide his expression. There was what felt like a leaden weight in his groin as his pleasure grew, and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to remain silent. Her tongue was gentle, her lips and touch so tender he no longer wondered if she might have fallen for him. After a few minutes of soft kisses and teasing that nearly drove him mad behind the course book he was pretending to study, she got serious about things. He slid a hand under the desk and groped blindly for the back of her head to both guide and warn her as she swallowed him whole. He wasn't going to last two seconds in that moist, tight heat and he knew it. 

His hand spasmed when he came, ruffling the hair on top of her head. His right knee jerked up as well, unfortunately, banging on the bottom of the desk and causing the entire class to stare at him in bewilderment again.

A few hands shot up.

"Y- yes, ah, Jiro?" His gray eyes shot open wide as he caught his mistake. The girl with the ear jacks just might have heard what had been going on. He pulled a scowl together and hoped she had a foolish question.

"Are you okay, Mr. Aizawa?"

He nodded. "I'm fine. Was that all?" 

She frowned, looking off to one side for a heart-stopping full minute. Something must have convinced her not to say anything else, however, because she shook her head. "Yeah. Yeah... sorry, sir."

The bell mercifully rang at that point and they all dashed out to get to the next session. Aizawa waited carefully until the door had shut behind the last person before he pushed his chair back.

"You're going to get it now, you realize."

Cheshire emerged, bent over as she unfolded herself from her cramped position. Her ears were lazily laid on either side of her head and she was smiling at him. "I was kind of hoping I would."

He snickered. "You look like that saying - what was it? 'Like the cat that got the cream'?"

"How droll," she purred, licking her lips.