Eight Months

She hadn't been entirely sure how they began the affair. The days spent watching Izuku from afar, longing to be acknowledged soon dwindled the more time spent with their teacher. Embraced by a scandalous temptation.

The thought of them together, or the fact of his attraction, never once crossed her mind as a possibility. Aizawa was everything her crush wasn't. Strong, quiet, mature. Not only opposite to Izuku, but fairly different than herself. Sometimes she wondered if he found her annoying. Though he never complained.

"Ochako where are you off to in such a hurry?," Tysu called from the living room couch, followed by the other students also crowded around enjoying each other's company. With the attention and their eyes on her, she began to form a quick excuse.

She hugged her jacket closer, scratching the back of her head in nervousness.

"Oh I uh, had forgotten to turn in my assignment earlier. Completely slipped my mind and Aizawa didn't remind me! Hopefully I can catch em before it gets too late!"

Denki looked over at the grand clock. "Are you sure? I don't know if he's still there, I mean it's 5pm.."

She began to sweat slightly. Oh my God he's gunna kill me.

"Yep I'm fine!," she exclaimed, skipping off towards the doors.

"You want one of us to wal-"

"Nope!"

Finally her figure was seen busting through the large metal doors at lightning speed before someone decided to follow anyways, disappearing into the dusk.

Thankfully no one had suspected a thing, at least she hoped not. Her last excuse was that Aizawa offered to personally tutor her one on one. Which only seemed to agitate other students because they also wanted extra education time for upcoming test, and couldn't understand why when he'd say no. But there were times when it was simply him helping her study, though his manner was a little unorthodox.

Ochako huffed, hurrying past the grounds as rain began to set in. Drizzle turning to a hard pour rather quickly, soaking her uniform and the ends of her hair while she raised an arm to block it.

Pushing past the second set of metal doors leading inside, she leaned against them for a moment to catch her breath. Her chest heaved, bits of hair sticking to the sides of her face. It had began to pour harder now, washing away the sunlight and the outside noise. How quiet it appeared within the school when no one else was around.

I must've kept him waiting forever now.

The original plan was for her to stay after class and they'd go from there. But she figured a shower would suite her achy muscles, then accidentally it was followed by a nap.

Bracing herself, she strutted forward. Marching up to the staircase and following the path to their homeroom, feeling her way through the barely illuminated hallways. The sun wasn't out much at this point.

Upon reaching the door, Ochako took a deep breath. Readying herself for the moody attitude he'd give along with a punishment. He wouldn't go easy for such a special case.

She carefully slide them open, taking a look around the darkened room. It nearly appeared uninhabited aside from his tall figure facing away from her. In a way she was grateful that he was still here after such a long while.

She took a step in apprehensively, sliding the doors back in place behind her. Eyes staying focused on his back.

"You're late," he spat harshly, cutting through the silent downpour.

She winced, already sensing the agitation in his voice.

"I know I'm sorr-"

Suddenly he turned around to face her. The red eyes and raised hair sending shivers down her spine, her eyes widened as they stayed fixated on one another.

Aizawa walked around the desk, his scowl of anger making her shrink into the door. Her damp back hitting the cool surface.

"Lock the door," he demanded.

She couldn't move. With her eyes wide and lips parted, her heartbeat had began to accelerate. Through the darkness his pupils radiated, like an animal stalking its prey. That's exactly what she was as well.

Swiftly, his scarf slammed past her against the door, locking it rather aggressively, then wrapped itself around her waist. Capturing her arms within. Ochako yelped as it pulled her forward, forcing her body to be pressed flush against him. Her breast painfully squeezed out from the tight fabric as her back arched into it.

Terror swept across her face, their close proximity making her blush hard. She could feel his breath on her nose, the smell of cigarettes and alcohol swept through. Words choked on themselves.

Aizawa stared down at her, raising an arm above his head to tightened his hold on her. Ochako was his captive, and one that seemed to have disobeyed.

Goosebumps rose on her skin as he began to examine her. His eyes tracing down to her lips, then her neck, then lower. She was exposed from the wet cotton of her school top which revealed a laced black bra. She clenched her eyes shut, head darting away from him to look elsewhere. Anywhere.

He could see the torment he had on her, and it was hard not to smirk.

"Why are you late?," he asked softly, changing his tune and letting his hair fall. The red eyes changing back into brown as his hold on her loosened. Slowly she turned her head, peeking her eyes open to look at him.

"I-I fell asleep," she answered. "I took a shower then just passed out. I'm sorry, I tried to beat the rain haha."

His hand came up to tug on the end of her shirt, hinting at the damp feel.

"You left me waiting here for hours Uraraka."

The scarf came undone completely, wrapping itself back around his neck as he took a small step to get closer. But she had already beat him to it, once free she threw herself at him. Taking his shirt in her small hands and balling it into fist while she buried her face into his chest.

"I-I'm sorry," she choked out, trying to fight back the tears. "I really didn't mean t-to!"

Instinctively he placed a hand on her hip, the other wedging itself between them to cup her chin. She tried to fight back his grip to look away, embarrassed by her childish behavior. But by now she knew better as he forced her face forward, tilting it up.

"I'm only teasing you crybaby."

Her eyes flew open, brows scowl to protest. "I'm not a crybaby!"

His thumb brushed a tear away from her cheek. Unknowingly she leaned into the warmth. The wet clothes had begun to chill her, along with the fact that his calloused hands could melt any disturbance she had away.

Their eyes remained locked in the quiet room, his facial expression so gentle it was hard to fight back.

Torturously slow but on que, his face lowered down to hers. Capturing her lips in his. Aizawa buried a hand in her hair to pull her closer. Ochako whimpered, closing her eyes. The taste of partial liquor from the whiskey in his desk had sent her head spinning already. The hold on his shirt gripped a little tighter. They remained that way for a moment, massaging lips together as he slipped his tongue in.

She tried to get more leeway by standing on her tippy toes but Aizawa proved time again to be the dominant one. Her small frame simply couldn't compete.

They pulled away, she gasped for air as he gave her no time to register anything. His face already shoved into the groove of her collarbone, nipping marks along it while inhailing her sweet, earthy scent. The hand on her hip aggressively pulled her against him without warning, digging his hand into it. Ochako hadn't even realized just how cold she'd actually been at the contact.

"You're shivering in this," he warned, steadily beginning to work on the buttons.

She bit her lip, legs starting to wobble. The feel of his knuckles began to graze her lower stomach as he undid each button with ease, one button away from revealing the undergarment.

He stopped, bending forward slightly to lift her by the back of her thighs. She instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around his waist as he moved them over to his desk. Gently placing her down while leaving both hands on top of her thighs. Her bottom lip quivered, staring up at him with complete want in glossy covered eyes.

Though he did nothing yet but draw small circles with his fingertips dangerously close to the underneath of her skirt. She hadn't even notice that her legs inched open wider, panting for any form of contact.

"It was really annoying having to wait," he began, pulling his hands away just a tad. Ochako stirred in panic, pulling his body closer with her heels. Her fingers brushed along his jawline, holding his face in hers. A warm sensation started pooling inside of her lower stomach with need of release.

"P-Please I said s-sorry," she begged, shaking in need.

His hands inched higher again, this time brushing by the edge of her panties.

"Pleading to me is a good start," he teased. Lowering himself to kiss her neck as she threw her head back, her arms clutching the collar of his shirt.

"Aizawa I-I"

"Wrong," he snapped before puncturing her throat with his teeth, harshly biting into the soft flesh. She cried out, scowling in pain as she writhed under him.

It was awkward still being allowed to be the rare few that used his first name. It made her so nervous, but then again none of this was normal either. That'd be another mark she'd have to cover up.

"... S-Shouta," she moaned.

"Good girl," he added, gently licking the mark he made to soothe it.

"You need to learn it already. It's been months now."

Ochako nodded, inching her head around so that they met. It caught him off guard for a second as she forced a passionate kiss on him. Which was a good time than ever as he slipped a hand past the side of her panties.

She gasped loudly, kissing her hard to capture the noise.

They'd barely done anything and she was already soaked. The feel of an area only conquered by himself was even more enticing, unlike other women from his past that had been unfaithful. But here he was, somehow in the arms of one of his students. He just couldn't help it when she approached him those months ago in tears. How ever wrong it may be, it would sort itself out.

He stroked her softly before plunging a finger into her, careful to keep her mouth covered. Ochako had been quite the screamer and their cover had almost been blown plenty of times due to it.

His hand moved painfully slow as she bucked her hips in annoyance, wanting to feel more. For him to do more. Sounds of protest were heard from her and he knew she was growing frustrated.

So he slipped his other hand into her shirt and grabbed her large breast roughly, earning more cries.

Suddenly he broke away from their kiss to breath, both in pants as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. She was choking back the loud sounds, practically crying his name in a whisper.

"M-More please I c-cant-"

Ochako didn't need to say more. He pulled away briefly to undo his pants and free himself, shuffling them down a tad before pulling her panties further to the slide. She gripped the edge of the desk hard, anticipating what was to come next. This had been well enough times now that they had done it, but she'd never get used to him. Each touch sends her skin ablaze, let alone something like this.

Positioning himself at her entrance, she gasped loudly at the intrusion. Feeling him enter about half way then pull out, only to surge all the way into her.

Small picks of tears formed in the corner of her eyes at the pain, pulling him closer to her. Aizawa picked her up again, feeling her legs tense around him. He nuzzled her face by his, forcing her to kiss him to distract from it as she felt her back being placed against the wall.

Gently he began to thrust into her, giving a slow rhythm until she'd signal otherwise. Ochako dug her nails into his shoulder blades, breaking away to look at him. His vision focused solely on her, eyes reddened and hair standing. Aizawa wore a scowl, trying his best not to finish already.

She gasped at the sight of his quirk active. With how malicious he appeared, it was similar to having relations with a demon. One she adored more than anything.

"Shouta I'm already g-gunna f-finish," she moaned, panting hard as his thrust grew fiercer.

Though he said nothing, the sole focus being on this to continue. Ochako succumbed to it as she felt the stars clouding her mind. Her legs squeezed him tightly, eyes rolling into the back of her head. One of his hands caught her before she could scream, closing it over her small mouth. He bit down on the previous mark on her neck hard again, this time causing blood to form. Her punishment for being so damn loud.

As her sounds decreased he let her go, taking the time to slam into her core before she could regroup energy. Ochako couldn't make a sound, still high from her body, she went limp in his arms. Her head resting against his neck. Sweat began to drip down his temples the closer he got, rougher and harder he fucked her senseless. After this she'd definitely have an excuse to nap.

Finally he came, thrusting deep inside of her as he finished. The grip on her thighs tightened hard enough to leave hand prints, he slammed into her one last time. Grunting as he did so.

They stayed that way for a moment, trying to gather composure while struggling to breath. Eraserhead could say he hadn't worked out like this in some time so at least he was grateful for this to the girl.

Ochako pulled back, their eyes locked once more. She smiled weakly at him, cupping his face and bringing it in for a soft kiss. These were the dangerous things about her that melted him, part of it that wasn't supposed to happen. But soon he had started to long for them instead of a quick fuck. She was growing on him. Ochako Uraraka was what was closing in.

"I might be late for class tomorrow," she murmured against his lips.

"Take the time you need."

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Okay so like I go with my other stories, idk where I'm going with this lol I usually write and post. Then if it's liked enough, I redo it into a better well written version. This is just what came across my mind. I actually like the pairing. I guess anyone other than Izuku lol I'm also a pretty big shipper of her with Bakugou.

So far it mentions that it's been months now and she approached him in tears! Very soon there will be answers!

Story warnings: smut, minor involvement, and tragedy.