#Iidachako
NSFW Teacher/student college AU

"Ms. Uraraka, please stay behind."

Ochako froze, turning to face her Physics teacher, Mr. Iida. The bell had just rung, singling the end of another grueling day of college classes. It was Friday,+ https://twitter.com/OchabowlPrompts/status/1459143951093358593

+and there was a physics exam creeping up faster than she expected. Physics was so hard! She was failing her class, and if she didn't get an 85% or higher on this exam, she wouldn't be able to bring her grade up to passing. That must be what Mr. Iida wanted to discuss with her.

"Yes, sir?" Ochako asked meekly, turning to face him as he closed the distance between them.

Mr. Iida was a giant man at least a foot taller than her with broad muscles his shirt hardly contained. He adjusted his glasses,+

+eyebrows furrowing as he crossed his arms across his chest. Ochako tried not to stare at his biceps stretching the material of his shirt thin. Ochako struggled /not/ to notice how attractive her teacher was. Dark hair, piercing red eyes,+

+a jawline so sharp it made her look twice any time he clenched it. It was unprofessional to lust after her teacher, so she fought with herself to keep her mind out of the gutter and ignore how close he'd gotten.

"You're failing my class," Mr. Iida said, his tone absolute.

"If you don't pass the final, you will have to retake this course."

"Yes, sir, I know," Ochako said while trying to keep her voice even. "I'm having a hard time understanding the material, to be honest."

Iida reached for her workbook and thumbed through it with a hum. Sweat beaded on her forehead as he paused, frowned, and pinned a sharp stare on her.

"You're not doing the extra homework," he mused.

"For someone struggling with the content, it would behoove you to practice more. Do you agree?"

Ochako hung her head in shame. "I've just been so busy with all my other classes. I-"

"Don't you think you should make the class you're failing a priority?" Mr. Iida interrupted.

"You hardly pay attention during lecture. This is unacceptable if you want to pass."

He stepped into her space, crowding her against her desk. It had been a few minutes since the last person left the classroom, and with the curtains drawn, it left just them.

Ochako became hyper-aware of her teacher inching his way into her space. Was he coming on to her?! No way! He was her instructor and way out of her league. Her whirring thoughts ceased when she met his gaze and saw his eyes filled with unadulterated lust.

"This," Iida whispered when the backs of Ochako's thighs hit the desk, "is why you cannot grasp the material in my class, Ms. Uraraka. Your focus isn't on learning."

Okay, so her teacher may have noticed the dreamy stares she'd give him throughout the lecture. Mr. Iida was 100% correct. Ochako's brain conjured images of what it would be like to be underneath a man like him. She'd tried to hide her budding crush,+

+but it seemed he'd noticed despite her efforts, albeit her attempts to hide her attraction bordered on pitiful.

His large hand slid up her right thigh, making her goosebumps rise along her skin. Mr. Iida bent down, brushing his lips along her collarbone next,+

leaving fire with each kiss. Ochako whimpered, tilting her head back without a second thought. He smiled against the hollow of her throat as his free hand traveled up her back to grip the back of her neck.

"Shall I teach you a lesson you won't forget?"

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His words moved over her skin, the underlying message one she'd only heard in her dreams.

"Yes," Ochako breathed, and the growl he admitted was so primal and full of need.

Mr. Iida ground into her, his erection thick and hard against her stomach.

"That's yes, /Sir/. Mind your manners."

Ochako couldn't have been happier to have worn a skirt today because his hand dove between her thighs to rub the outside of her already wet panties. She moaned, reaching up to grip his forearms as he toyed with her.

"My, my, already so willing, Ms. Uraraka," he murmured against her.

Ochako opened her mouth to speak, but Mr. Iida used his grip on her neck to turn her around and bend her over the desk. There he was again, pressing against her ass,+

and from how he had her hips cocked up while forcing her against the cool surface of the table gave her aching sex delicious friction that already had her eyes rolling back.

"Let's start with the basic, shall we?" Mr. Iida teased as he shifted space between them to move her flimsy, soaked underwear to the side. "How about we review Newton's Laws of Motion?"

"Yes, Sir!" she squealed when he coated a finger and slid it inside her.

"How many laws are there?"

Ochako bit her lip, struggling to answer him as that single-digit stole her focus. "T-three, Sir."

"Correct," Mr. Iida said, leaning down to nibble on her earlobe. "What does the first law entail?"

He slipped a second finger inside her, earning a desperate whine from her. Ochako wracked her muddled brain for an answer, her mouth opening and closing as he stroked her inner walls with practiced expertise.

"You have much to review," Mr. Iida said, his voice darkening a hair.

"The first law states that when an object is at rest, it will remain at rest, and an object in motion will remain in motion unless acted upon by an unbalanced force."

Ochako's scrunched her hands into tight fists hard enough to bite into her palms as he fingered her.

The moans he pulled from her sounded almost inhuman, and her instructor was just getting started. Mr. Iida's hand holding the back of her neck moved to flip her skirt up as he paused for a second to slip her panties down her thighs. He didn't bother taking them off.

"What is the name of this law?" Mr. Iida asked, circling her sensitive clit with the flat of three fingers.

"The l-law, /ah!/ Inertia sir!" Ochako hiccuped, screwing her eyes shut when he pushed his fingers back inside her.

"Very good girl," Mr. Iida praised, leaning down to pull the back of her shirt up and kiss her low back. "Tell me about the second law."

"Acceleration of an object is- /Oh, god/!"

Mr. Iida pulled his fingers from her, got on his knees, and buried his face in her pussy, tongue lapping at her juices. The lewd slurps coming from him made Ochako blush deeper than she already had. Just then, a sharp smack to her ass jolted her back into the present.

"I asked a question, Ms. Uraraka."

Ochako panted as he returned to his task of licking every inch of her before shoving his tongue into her dripping slit.

"/Hah/, an object's acceleration d-depends on the mass of it and the f-force applied!" Ochako managed to choke out seconds before he pulled away and the sound of his belt unbuckling reached her ears.

Ochako could hardly hold herself up as the crinkling of a condom wrapper sounded, and he pressed the head of his cock to her opening.

"Correct," Mr. Iida said, his voice growing tight as he pushed inside her. "You're so tight, Ms. Uraraka. You take me so well."

"I knew you could be an excellent student if you applied yourself."

He set a brutal pace, his hands digging into her hips as he forced her back onto his cock. The stretch was delicious, and he hit a spot deep within her that had Ochako on her tiptoes,+

+but Mr. Iida didn't let her get away.

"The third law is what?" Mr. Iida asked through gritted teeth, the power of his thrust hard enough to make Ochako's eyes cross.

"Mr. Iida!" Ochako cried out, earning a hand around her throat. "Every action of force has an equal reaction of strength in the opposite direction!"

His other hand left her hip to rub her clit fast and mercilessly. Ochako could do nothing but subject herself to this lesson,+

+letting her teacher ruin her across her desk.

"I'm gonna cum, Sir! I-I I'm gonna-!"

Ochako's mouth opened, no sound escaping as her legs shook from the power of her orgasm. Mr. Iida didn't slow; he fucked her through it.

"Your little cunt is so perfect the way it squeezes me," he muttered to himself, falling out of his "teacher" role for a moment, but only briefly.

He flipped her over and yanked her legs up to his waist. Ochako had never been put on her back that fast in her life.

Mr. Iida caged her hips in with his arms, gripping the back of the desk, and /fucked/. That was the only coherent thought rolling through her fuzzy mind. He must have undone his shirt and tie while he put on the condom because now Ochako had a view of his gorgeous pecs+

+and his anatomically perfect abs contracting with each thrust.

"The force from my hips matches the force applied of the desk to keep you right where I want you," Mr. Iida whispered in a deep, gravelly voice that would haunt her dreams.

Ochako almost missed it.

She was too busy babbling and sobbing on her teacher's cock to pay attention for long.

She didn't know how much time passed before Mr. Iida tossed his head back as he came, stilling hips fully seated inside her as he filled the condom.

He let out a sated breath and carded his damp hair out of his face. Ochako watched him rebutton his shirt and work on his tie as he turned away from her.

"Come back next Monday if you still need assistance with studying, Ms. Uraraka," Mr. Iida said, sitting at his desk and opening a folder. "I'll be happy to work with you further on your studies."

"Yes, Sir, I mean thank you!" Ochako said quickly as she adjusted her clothes, grabbed her things, and all but ran from his classroom.

Ochako could use more lessons from Mr. Iida. She believed there was /much/ she could learn; she just needed to apply herself.

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