Hey, guys! GOTA, here, with a third installment of 'Hail Mary, Aizawa!' To clear any confusion, Izuku will be interchangeably used as Izuku/Izumi in the story. In this chapter, Aizawa is having regrets about his relationship with Izuku and wants to end it. Izuku complies, but has one final request. This will be part one of a two-part series. Enjoy! This is an OOC Shouta x OOC Izuku love (?) story.

Aizawa chewed on as much nicotine gum as he could muster. The bittersweet taste to deter him from smoking didn't compare to the bittersweet taste of the juices he was becoming familiar from the succubus teen he created.

He created a monster, Eraserhead concluded. Or better yet, he had awoken the sleeping giant. As he sat in the toilet as he pondered on his excuses about his sleeping dick, it became worrisome to his girlfriend. Ever since the encounter with Izuku, he could never get it up for Emi. No male enhancement pills, sex exercises, and self-help tapes would suffice as once he caught the bug of Izuku/Izumi, nothing has been the same.

"Baby, are you okay? You have me worry." It was one of those nights that Emi made time for their lovemaking. Wearing a light green negligee and panties that were slit at her pussy. She felt that she hasn't been giving her man the love he received and now was making time for it. It irked him about his girl's poor timing.

"Look, sweetheart. We will have moments like this. Don't beat yourself up," she consoled behind the door. If only she knew that this was the least of his worries.

Aizawa scratched under his scruffy beard. He wanted to shave, but Izuku/Izumi forced him not to shave. The succubus loved the way his beard tickled him, thus forcing to follow his orders. Aizawa was now bound to Izuku's web. Entangled in the forbidden passion in the form of his choosing until he felt fit he wanted to be done. And judging by the outfits, the random phone calls, hook-ups, meet-ups, and the like, it was going to be anytime soon.

"Emi…" He paused. He lost his voice. It quivered and wavered like a wave obstructing the flood walls. Regret filled his mind. Guilt clotted his veins. If he didn't force himself upon Izuku that day in his office, then they wouldn't be having this discussion. Shouta began pondering on his inability to control his urges. Instead of straightforwardly telling his girlfriend about their sexual hangups and the need of wanting sex, he outreached and forced himself about a girl.

Not a girl. Not a boy. A succubus!

"If you think you need to speak to a doctor, you have my support," informed Emi. "I know I have been busy and haven't been tending to your needs. But, baby, understand that whatever is on your mind that is causing this, I am a good listener." He could hear the sincerity in her voice. The neverending jokester was spilling her heart out and here he was feeling mental rib shots and gut punches for the shame that he was doing. But no matter what, whenever he could feel the inners of Izuku's tight ass pussy. Or whenever his 'clitty' quivers and twitches when thrusting inside of him. Or when tasting the sweet kisses, Aizawa's antenna was alert.

"Sweetheart?"

"I'm okay, baby! I am sorry."

She tapped the door. "I am going to make some tea. You want a cup?"

"Please!"

"Okay...and listen. I love you!"

"I love you, too!"

Once Emi trailed away, Shouta's eyes were glued to his cell phone. It was one of his cell phones that he hides from Emi. Just like his credit cards, he tried to separate Izuku from Emi. Emi was his wife-to-be. Izuku was a child of the night.

I have been stroking myself for you! Nyaa!

It was only the succubus that could know the very thing that makes even the tough Eraserhead fallible - cats.

A couple of nights ago, Izuku spent time with the Wild, Wild Pussycats with a pop-up show in a neighboring prefecture. According to the emerald-haired teen, Tomoko custom made an outfit since he enjoyed crossdressing. It was similarly identical to Ragdoll's outfit. Shouta's stomach dropped and the tingling sensation stirred from his formerly flaccid penis.

Izuku texted a picture of the outfit to him. Sitting on the counter of his bathroom showcasing his heart-shaped ass through the green-and-white striped panties. Cat ears, cat paws, and the tail from his ass dangling to give him what he was craving.

This kitty needs her owner. This kitty needs her Papa's milk.

Aizawa-sensei's dick stirred, sensing what it was already craving. He bit his lip as he tried not to respond to the text. He needed to take a stand for once. There was a concerned girlfriend on the other side of that door wanting to quell their sexual shortcomings whereas on the other end of the phone lied a seductress that wanted to ease his pain.

Each and every moment, Aizawa has been becoming more of a fiend. And Izuku was there to crave his fix.

Aizawa: Izuku, we gotta stop doing this. I give you money. I excuse you out of class to do whatever you do with other men. What more do you want from me!

He sent the text. He wanted it to be over. He wanted to move on. If he had to pay Izuku for his silence, he would do that. He would find a part-time job. He would sell his record collection. He would do anything to get his peace of mind back.

He heard a ping from his cell phone. It was Izuku.

Izuku: That is the thing, Daddy! I don't want it to stop. I like you. I want more of you. It is something about you that fills my mind more than just dick.

Aizawa: I will continue paying you. If all the way until you go to college, I will sponsor you. I got a girl, Izuku. Please, I will do whatever it takes to end this.

Izuku: If that is what you want, then okay. But I have one condition.

Aizawa: Say it and I will give it to you.

Izuku: I want to see you tomorrow.

Aizawa: Sure! Which hotel or manga cafe do you want to go to?

Izuku: Your house!

Aizawa: My house!

Izuku: You said whatever I want. If this is going to be the last time, then I want to come and spend time with you at your house.

Aizawa: Okay, that is fine! Emi is going to be at work and won't be back until late. She is going out with some friends to go drinking. We have the whole day together. Come for ten in the morning.

Izuku: Okay, Aizawa-sensei. See you then.

It was a load off Eraserhead's mind. As if a burden has been lifted off his shoulders. He could tell from the text that Izuku was displeased. Normally having emojis of hearts, smiley faces, and rainbows faded away when he made this announcement. He was already facing the risk of trouble from school and his girlfriend. Izuku was just a teenager. A teenager wise beyond his years, especially with the capabilities of blackmailing his sensei.

Aizawa-sensei pursed his lip as he was preparing for the last time with Izuku. He wanted to get back to how things were before the temptations of cheating reared its ugly head into his mind. After dealing with Izuku for the last time, he wanted to make amends with his girlfriend.

Unbeknownst to Emi, Aizawa has been window-shopping to find the final item to seal the deal with their relationship.

She hasn't been quite subtle with the hints.

The next day….

A peck on the lips was all the time Emi had before departing for work. Aizawa watched her as she stepped into the elevator. It was a few minutes before Izuku's arrival and he wanted to be certain to keep things arranged without having his girlfriend being suspicious.

Familiar scents of candles were lit once the scent of sex filled the air. He purchased condoms and counted the amount he had during his making sex with Emi. Thankfully, the spare bedroom was hardly used and he could always air out the futon once they were finished.

Scones, crackers, and barley tea were the spread for Izuku's visit. He was quite surprised, if not startled on the sincerity and tenacity for Izuku. This was their last hoorah, nevertheless, he was kind to make it a proper sendoff.

Some of his blues vinyl records were being auctioned on Ebay. He had to cut back on his personal spending to be sure that he filled his end of the bargain. An allowance (in actuality, a severance package) was going to be made for Izuku until he finished high school. It wasn't much, but it was hush money. Living on a teacher budget wasn't feasible. He didn't want Emi suspicious as his Pro Hero funds are with their joint account.

But that was the price to pay for coming onto a student.

Even David from the Bible had to pay karma back in blood.

As soon as he placed the tray onto the kotatsu, he heard the knock at the door.

"Sensei, I know you are in there. Let's play!"

It was the moment of truth. For the first time, the black-haired sensei looked up to the ceiling and asked God for his sincerest forgiveness. Cracking his knuckles and then using his fist to crack his neck, he wrapped his hands on the door as the last hoorah with Izuku/Izumi was coming to an end.

Or so he thought.

Where are we going?

To our bedroom, silly! And don't play dumb! You know exactly what I mean!

No, Izuku! Anywhere else! I have the spare….

Don't make me ruin you, Shouta! I deserve this!

I'll pay double! No, triple! Just please. If not for me, but for Emi.

You don't get it, Shouta! I DON'T need your money. I'm already getting paid. With the ONLY thing I will forever want.

To be continued….

GOTA: A shorter chapter than usual. We have a reason. We want the climax to be stronger for the conclusion of the Aizawa/Izuku series. Pardon the pun!

BD: ….

GOTA: Anyway! More yaoi works to come with this series. For our readers outside of our yaoi fandom, stay tuned for our other works.