WARNING: Graphic content ahead!
Class 1-A had finally entered the last year of their Hero Course. After three years in U.A, they would be labelled as actual heroes that could protect the people they could love and care about. Uraraka enjoyed the thought a lot, but she was also happy that she could now financially support her family when she finally graduated out of here. However, there was a minor issue for her.
Uraraka Ochacko was a scholarship student. With her parents' pay and her own progress in class, she was an eligible scholarship student. But for that scholarship at least 3As, 2Bs and only 1 C was required academically as well as in her training performances. But the strategy planning classes were proving very difficult for her.
The new U.A teacher was a young man named Takeshi Saoko. He was a man of 23 and he was the new eye candy for all the girls in school. Of course, he was all charming smiles and humble manners, but when it came to teaching, the man was extremely strict and responsible. They were all barely keeping up in his class, even Yaoyrozu felt herself suffering.
So Uraraka wasn't that astonished when she got a D just like the majority of her whole class.
But the thought of losing her scholarship really worried her.
With that in mind, she decided to take matters in her own hand.
"Takeshi-sensei?"
Bright green eyes rose to meet hers, and she felt her cheeks grow warm as she shut the door behind her.
"Uraraka?" Takeshi smiled kindly, dimples on the sides of his cheeks as he sat upright in his chair. "What a pleasant surprise! What're you doing here after school?"
"I wanted to talk to you." She replied, sliding over to his desk.
The waining afternoon light set the empty classroom in a soft glow as Takeshi hummed, neatly putting away the piles of paperwork Aizawa had piled on his desk. "Well, let me hear it then!"
"Well you see..." Uraraka began nervously. She explained her whole situation. She bit her tongue as Takeshi took in the information with deep concentration and a furrowed brow.
"I see." He nodded seriously, running a hand through his inky black locks. They fell back onto his tanned forehead, and Uraraka clenched her thighs together as he arched a fine brow in worry. "I'm sorry, Uraraka. But I can't just change your grade like that. The only way possible is for you to give the exam again, I'm afraid."
"I'll do it!" She answered hurriedly. "I just wanna get a C, that's all!"
"It was a physical strategic test." Takeshi shook his head. "You needed to get out of a dangerous situation in it. The only way you escaped was because Midoriya was on your team—"
"I'm going to do it again!"
The shout startled him for a minute, but not more than how Uraraka had reached and grabbed his hand on the desk. She had habitually kept her pinky up so that her teacher wouldn't float up to the ceiling.
Takeshi stared as Uraraka held his hand tightly, her usual pink cheeks turning beet red as she gave a hard look. "Please retake my exam! Physically again if you have to!"
Her teacher gave her an amused look, her cheeks flaring up even more when he smirked coyly. She clenched her thighs together as he turned fully towards her.
"Alright," his soothing voice calmed her down and she smiled whilst blushing brightly. "How physical do you want this exam to be then?"
Urarka picked up his hand and boldly placed it against her chest. She gave a lopesided smile, blushing brightly. "As physical as you want, sensei."
She closed her eyes as he hummed in answer, both of his hands now grabbing onto her full breasts. She moaned silently as he fondled her breasts through the school shirt. Soon big hands were massaging her boobs thoroughly and she whimpered as she was felt up and down.
"We'll have to devise a good situation for you, Uraraka." Takeshi said, moving his thumb in circles where he assumed her nipples were.
"Takeshi-sensei," Uraraka sighed blissfully, eyes till closed as her nipples pointed out through her school shirt. Her teacher pressed them over with his thumbs.
Takeshi chuckled, "I like how your tie always falls like a curve over your tits like this, really brings attention to how well endowed you are, amiright?"
"Well, not as endowed as Yaoyorozu-chan, of course." Uraraka joked, smiling softly.
A finger hooked onto the front of her collar, then dragged down with a jerk. She blushed brightly as her school shirt's buttons were all opened, her beige bra plainly in view. With one flick of his hand, Takeshi had pulled her bra to her neck, her breasts falling down like two perfect raindrops with rosy pink nipples in the centre.
"They're still nice though," Takeshi complimented, taking those perky mounds in his hands. He squeezed them. "The nipples match the color of your cheeks really."
"They-they do?"
"Yeah," he rolled the perky nipples between his fingers then tugged them gently. "It's really cute honestly."
Uraraka stopped trying to fight back the moans, letting them escape freely from her lips as her tits were groped about. One hand tugging gently on her left nipple to drive her closer, Takeshi brought his lips down on the other. He sucked on the swollen bud, nibbling down on it to make Uraraka yelp in surprise.
His hand moved south to wiggle its way between her squeezed thighs, sliding beneath the green school skirt. Uraraka chewed her lip as fingers brushed against her dampening womanhood.
Takeshi pulled away from her tit with a loud pop. "My, you're quite wet, aren't you?"
Her face burning, Uraraka nodded silently. She had always secretly crushed on her new handsome teacher. Honestly, she wasn't to blame because every girl in school talked about him. From his bright, gorgeous smile to the heavy junk in his pants they witnessed hidden under his trunks during swimming lessons.
This all is like a wet dream. Uraraka thought.
She was broken out of her reverie when suddenly Takeshi was behind her. She hadn't noticed him move though. His hands came from behind to slide beneath her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh with hard fingers. Uraraka tipped her head back, hands pressing down on Takeshi's to help him firmly grip her breasts.
Takeshi licked her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "Say, Uraraka–"
"Please call me Ochacko" Uraraka said, rubbing her behind against the hardening of his pants.
Takeshi chuckled, "Alright, Ochacko. Tell me..."
A hand pushed on her back, shoving her down until she was bent on the teacher's desk. Uraraka placed her palms against it, propping herself up in confusion. It wasn't until her legs were parted till she realized what was happening.
"Sensei!" She blushed, not daring to move from her spot as the man brought his hand down between her legs to cup her moist womanhood. "What are you doing?"
"Do you want that A+?" Takeshi smiled charmingly, pressing his palm against the wet spot of her tights.
Uraraka nodded, pressing down harder on his palm with her pussy. "Yes, sensei!"
A few minutes of probing around the camel toe, Takeshi dug his fingers in the skin tights. Uraraka yelped as she heard a loud tearing sound, cool air now feeling freely on her cunt.
"Those were my favorite pair!"
"I'll buy you a new one." Takeshi answered, satisfyingly looking at the hole he made in her tights.
Her soft pink pussy lips seemed to pucker up at him. Uraraka gulped, readying herself as she heard a zipper going down. Takeshi grabbed her right ass cheek, giving it a firm pat. "Ready for that test?"
Uraraka nodded, her face red in embarrassment as she wiggled her ass. "Ready, sensei!"
His dick slid into her pussy with ease. Uraraka gasped, digging her nails in the table as she felt his cock keep on going inside her pussy. It was like her pussy was gobbling up so much of his cock.
"You've gotta pretty deep cunt." Takeshi complimented, impressed. "It's taking my cock like a good little slut."
"Ahhhhh." Uraraka moaned, throwing her head back. "It's inside me!"
Hands sliding into her brown locks, and pulling them into a ponytail, Takeshi pulled at her hair as he began pumping in and out of her. Uraraka rolled her tongue out of her mouth, making sure not to touch the table with all five fingers so she wouldn't accidentally turn on her Quirk. "Ohhh ahhh senseiiiiii..."
"You're really serious about that scholarship, aren't you?" Takeshi said, fucking her pussy. He pulled back on her hair, the empty classroom filling with the noise of his balls slapping against her wide hips.
Uraraka felt drool dripping down her chin. She inhaled deeply, face so red as she tried to calm down her breathing. But the feeling of such a big cock going in and out of her burning cunt was so hard to ignore. The inner walls of her pussy twitched around the bulging cock as she tried to reach an orgasm.
"Greedy, aren't we?" Takeshi teased.
Uraraka didn't pay any mind. Her breasts swung back and forth. The stiffened nipples brushed against the cool wood of the desk, driving her closer to her orgasm.
Then she saw the doorknob turning.
Her blood ran cold.
Aizawa had sworn he had heard some noises from this room as he walked in the empty classroom. He looked around, the afternoon light coming in from the windows. "Must be my imagination," he grumbled as he neared the desk.
He began looking for a file within the drawers.
Unknown to the pro hero was what was happening above his head. Up on the ceiling was Takeshi and Uraraka, both of them looking down at the teacher, the latter with great fright.
Uraraka, who has used her Quirk to make them float to the ceiling, was extremely worried because of the arrival of her homeroom teacher. If Aizawa sensei finds me like this, I'd be expelled!
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt something warm sliding against her clit. She had her arms wrapped around Takeshi with his chest against her back. Her breasts were hanging freely out into the open while Takeshi sensei's back was touching the ceiling.
She felt a chill run down her spine as Takeshi's cock lined up against her entrance then pushed into her with full force. A moan was about to rip out from her mouth but a hand clamped down on her mouth. Her hazelnut eyes peeked back at the young man behind her. Takeshi gave her a smile and started to thrust her again.
This is so embarrassing! Uraraka thought as her body bobbed because of the dick filling up her cunt. Aizawa-sensei was down there while she was getting fucked. And the worst thing was that she was getting extremely turned on because of this whole situation!
An arm came around her front, right across her breasts and started to squeeze them together. With one hand holding onto her mouth to muffle her moans, Takeshi used the other to press Uraraka's perky tits together while simultaneously pinching and pulling her nipple.
Uraraka's pussy started tightening around him. Takeshi took the signal as he began pounding deeper into her. His hand gave a firm squeeze to her breast, signaling a warning and Uraraka closed her eyes tightly. She twitched as her cunt began filling up with hot semen, driving her to her own climax. She felt the warm cum drip down her ankle before it fell down on the table which she was bent over only a few minutes ago.
Luck was on her side as Aizawa stood up again. He glanced at the white drop on the desk, but thankfully didn't pay no mind.
"Where the hell is that Takeshi idiot?" Aizawa grumbled.
Uraraka watched him leave the class, closing the door behind him. She sighed internally, blushing because Takeshi was still toying with her tits.
"R-Release!"
They hit the floor, Uraraka yelping when she nearly slipped. Thankfully, Takeshi was still holding onto her. He smiled charmingly, stepping back from her.
"That was great, Uraraka. You passed the test splendidly!"
"Really?" Uraraka said excitedly as she turned around quickly, her breasts bouncing around. "Does that mean I get an A?"
"An A+" Takeshi nodded, eyes shimming. "Not a long of people can do what you just did with Erasurehead around."
"Yay!" Without thinking much, Uraraka hugged the young man.