Pro Hero Eraserhead Shouta Aizawa cornered the female student he had admired from afar. He had called her, "his little angel." It was just by the graces of the gods the nimble emerald-haired teen stumbled into his office. As if he had called her name and suddenly she came.

The door was locked. He assured that so that there wouldn't be any interruptions. The frightened teen yelped, but he put his finger to her lip, trying to calm her down.

"Don't say anything and you will feel good things." Aizawa convinced himself that this was long overdue. The pressure, the buildup within his loins could no longer suppress the urges of being with Izumi Midoriya. Emi wasn't supplying his needs. It was literally a joke whenever he came home to receive some love from his wife and she always had some kind of formidable excuse.

Too tired, dear.

On my cycle, dear.

Did I just give you some last week?

Aizawa was a man with needs. Pornography no longer worked. Eyeing these girls of UA High became too much to the point that he wanted to attack on sight. He tried to compose himself. It wasn't his fault that these girls looked as pleasurable by the way they look and speak.

Izumi Midoriya was no exception.

He pressed his strong fingers to her nipples, kneading them. She winced by the touch. Aizawa could tell that she was nubile. "Trust me, dear. It will be okay. This should help you grow into your bust." He spread her legs, placing his knee close so she wouldn't move. Izumi remained quiet. The last thing she wanted was trouble. Even though trouble was standing in front of her, the fear of embarrassment will always loom on the victim.

"That's my girl. Quiet and docile." He took his mouth from her. He then grabbed her blouse. He slowly unbuttoned it, ensuring that this will be a slow burn type of affection. No rush, making her understand that he is in charge.

He took off her blouse. Her nipples were quite plump. However, her breasts were quite flat. "My goodness, Midoriya! Don't you wear a bra?" He used his finger to knead her nipple again. She made silent moans. "It's okay. Let it out. I know it feels good." He came and pressed his scruffy beard onto her other breast. He proceeded to lick. He tasted the saltiness of her skin. The flesh was tender and soft to the tongue. He began to get onto his knees as he can partake on this feast.

"Aizawa-sensei," cried Izumi.

"Don't fret, darling. Just look at this as training to make your bust grow," he said feverishly. "Shall I take you shopping sometime to purchase some bras and panties." He proceeded to lick again. "Stick with me, kid. I can show you the world."

Izumi held onto his shoulders. She tried to pry him off of her. She whimpered, begging and pleading to stop. Although it was wrong. Although she wasn't supposed to feel this good. She couldn't help it. Aizawa was hitting all of the right places.

The Pro Hero knew that Izumi was surrendering. He knew that teenage girls wouldn't have a standing chance. The balance of nurturing and nature, he concluded as he tugged her nipple. "Nice, baby. Keep moaning. We aren't finished yet."

Aizawa stood up. He ordered her to move to his desk. He brushed away any obstruction as he knew that he was going to take her right here on this desk. "I am going to show you a good time. Once you get a taste of heaven, you will ascend into a greatness, my little angel." The latter was in a hoarse whisper.

Fearful, Izumi proceeded onto the table. Aizawa loved as his little angel cautiously hit the cold wooden table. "That's my girl," he said as he reached into his pocket for protection. No longer a wishful thinking for Emi. The joke was now on her as he going to get a little piece of heaven.

He slowly unzipped his pants as he ripped the condom. He hoped that Izumi was watching his hard, throbbing cock as he placed the shield onto his dick. No trace of evidence. No need for pregnancy.

Didn't need Nezu or Emi finding out.

"Spread your legs," he said with a snicker. Izumi followed suit as she spread her legs. White panties, the proof of innocence, he thought as he fixed his lips. He was excited to know that he was going to have a taste of this giblet pie.

"Damn, Midoriya," he said as he sniffed her groin. "Didn't think a pussy can smell so good."

"Pussy?"

"Yeah! Pussy. Afraid to say that word? It's okay. Won't tell the others." He wrapped his arms around her legs as he pulled her to his direction. "Just say pussy once for me."

She hesitated, but she folded. "Pussy."

"There you go," he said as he clapped. "Be prepared as I give you a piece of heaven onto your holy passage." Aizawa snickered feverishly as he planted his tongue on Izumi's dick.

Wait a minute? Dick?

Aizawa immediately stopped. He was taken aback as he felt something quite familiar as his own. Scratching his beard, he used his other hand to pull aside her panties. Lo and behold, a groin similar to his own, if not bigger.

"Izumi? You're a guy!"

Nervously, Izumi answered. "Yes, Aizawa-sensei. My real name is Izuku. However, Principal Nezu didn't mind me coming to school as I am." Izumi lifted his head up. "Didn't you know."

Unfortunately, Aizawa had a terrible flaw in further research his case files. He didn't need to find further proof. He felt his dick turning soft and backed away. "Shit! If I would've known you were a guy, then I would have never put my hand on you."

He sighed heavily. "Put your clothes on, Midoriya." He slapped his forehead and cursed himself under his breath. He pulled the condom off of his dick and discarded into the trash. "After getting dressed, go back to class. If I have to, I will pay you to keep quiet. How much do you want?"

"I want one thing - your thick cock inside of me."

Aizawa raised his eyebrow. He turned as he saw Izumi tucking his fingers inside of his asspussy. He hissed as he proceeded to play with himself. He was tickled. "Find it quite interesting when the shoe is on the other foot." Aizawa's eyes widened as he saw Izumi stretching his ass. The squishing sounds reminded him in a sense of a woman's pussy.

"You've flipped my switch, sensei," he told Aizawa. "If I remember correctly, a hero's task is never done until it's done." Aizawa tried to compose himself but seeing Izumi in that position was terribly arousing. For a moment, it made him question himself. "Me with a boy."

"Doesn't have to be." Izumi hissed as he spread his legs. "I can be your girl. I can be whatever you want me to be." Aizawa saw that his asspussy was getting moist as he continued playing with it. Once Izumi felt he was situated, he grabbed his ass to spread his cavern. "Please, Aizawa-sensei. Won't you fuck me like a good girl? Like your little angel?"

That was more than enough for Aizawa to hear. "You want to be my little angel? Then let me take you to heaven." Aizawa shut his eyes as he punctured his dick inside of Izumi's asspussy. Izumi didn't flinch as he felt Aizawa's entire staff within his cavern. Aizawa grunted as he wrapped his arms around Izumi's legs as he fucked him.

Izumi moaned in the pleasure. He squeezed his nipples as he allowed Aizawa to take over him. To be in charge of his body. Aizawa wanted to die, to think that this angel would deceive him. A boy. How can a boy look this sexy to not be a girl? Aizawa could no longer care less. If Izumi wants to be a girl and a girl he was going to be.

Aizawa lifted Izumi's legs as he dug deeper into his cavern. He felt the tightness wrapping around his dick. To be inexperienced, his pussy game was quite untarnished.

"I am about there, Aizawa-sensei. I am about to cum!" Izumi grabbed his dick and began rubbing feverishly. Aizawa overlooked the decoration in front of him. All he wanted to do was plant his seed.

"I am coming," cried Izumi as he grabbed Aizawa's neck and wrapped his lips around his. Aizawa grunted as he tasted Izumi's lips and then deposited his seeds into his cavern. At the same time, he felt Izumi splashing his seeds all over him. Izumi gave a loud cry as he was delighted in the pleasure that came within.

Aizawa fell backward and landed on the floor. Izumi giggled in delight as his seeds were leaking out of his asspussy. "Jesus, Aizawa-sensei. It was like you were trying to get me pregnant."

Aizawa felt defeated. The buildup, the pressure. All gone to waste for a boy. "That was no angel," he said to himself. "That was nothing more than the incubus of the devil himself."

Izumi stepped out of the desk and sat next to Aizawa-sensei. "Don't be so upset with yourself. At least you have a sexy friend to keep tabs when I have needs." Izumi pointed at the window. Izumi's cell phone. "Good thing I keep this on for emergencies." He pecked him on the cheek. "So, about shopping. There have been a few places I want to go…."

As Izumi continued talking, Aizawa didn't realize what kind of predicament he had placed himself into. Instead of capturing the angel, it was the angel that captured him.

"We should go to a love hotel this weekend, sensei," said Izumi with his smiling, glowing face.

Not an angel, but the devil.

THE END!