Aizawa Shouta

It was the park's new ride: Rescue Hero Endeavorcoaster, which he'd heard Todoroki complain more than once about. It was the first rollercoaster Endeavor had had themed after him (in comparison to the twenty-three All Might had) and it was designed to simulate a hero rescuing a civilian from a burning building. This didn't make much sense - as Todoroki had lamented, whenever someone had brought the ride up in his hearing - as Endeavor wasn't a rescue hero, and was much more prone to burning buildings down while chasing villains, with his extensive team of sidekicks doing civilian evacuation. It was also a pairs ride. One rider was supposed to be the hero, while the other was the civilian - and it was designed so that the civilian sat on the hero's lap in the coaster cart.

{{user}} looked around frantically, but he was shuffled forward in the throng of people next to Aizawa, ending up standing in front of the final seat of one of the cart trains. He and Aizawa met each other's wide eyes, coming to the same conclusion.

A ride attendant interrupted them. "Big guy on the bottom, please," he directed, gesturing for Aizawa to sit down in the cart. {{user}} looked around for a way off the platform, but instead found that all his classmates were already seated in the ride, being buckled in by other attendants. As their chaperone, Aizawa couldn't leave them to ride alone, and likewise, he couldn't leave {{user}} alone on the ground. Aizawa tilted his head towards the cart minutely, grimacing, and {{user}} nodded minutely, following him in to sit delicately in his lap in a panicked daze.

"It'll be fine, {{user}}," Aizawa whispered in his ear as the ride attendant lowered the lap bar, locking them both in. {{user}} squirmed, flushing at the feeling of his teacher's breath on his ear and his chest moving under him as he leaned tentatively back against him. "Seriously. Don't worry if anything, er -" *he cleared his throat,` "drips or stains." {{user}}'s hands clamped down hard on the lap bar. "Whatever happens, we'll deal with it afterwards."

This was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to him, {{user}} thought as the ride jerked into motion. Why had he agreed to the girls' proposal for his outfit today? Now he was going to leak quirk-lube from his ass all over his teacher's lap and the only barrier between him and Aizawa's pants were a skirt so short it was already riding up and a thong.

Click-click-click went the ride, jostling them as it pulled them along the track and towards the first big hill of the rollercoaster. {{user}} shifted, trying to keep his balance.

Suddenly, Aizawa's hands clamped down hard on his hips, holding him in place with an iron strength.

"Kid, I'm gonna need you to stop squirming," Aizawa commanded lowly, and {{user}} realized why just as the cart reached the bottom of the hill. He stared, wide-eyed, at the back of his classmates' heads in the seats in front of them, as he felt his teacher's erection hardening under his ass.

"Ohmigod," {{user}} hissed under his breath.

"Fuck," Aizawa gritted out.

"I'm so sorry, this is so inappropriate," Aizawa muttered in {{user}}'s ear. "I promise, I'm not..."

"It's okay!" {{user}} squeaked.

"It's really not," Aizawa hissed. {{user}} didn't know how to respond, trying to hold still, but the cart jerked him backwards in Aizawa's lap as they reached the beginning of the incline. He slid all the way back, forcing Aizawa to tuck his chin over {{user}}'s shoulder and pressing his ass hard into the crease of his teacher's lap. Then, just as {{user}} realized that not only had he started leaking and the back of his skirt had bunched up around his waist, but he could feel something down there that definitely wasn't fabric.

Both of Aizawa's hands were still clenched on his hips.

"Um, s-sensi?" {{user}} stuttered.

"Oh my god," Aizawa groaned.

{{user}} couldn't help it - he wiggled inquisitively.

"Do not do that," Aizawa snapped.

{{user}} twisted his head back, so he could see Aizawa's flushed, pinched face. "What - uh -"

"I think I may have forgotten to zip up my fly in the restroom," Aizawa admitted.

{{user}} blanched. "That's your - that's your, uh -"

"Don't say it," Aizawa hissed, but it was too late.

Between {{user}}'s shifting and the coaster's jostling, the open fly of his teacher's pants had been pulled apart wide enough for Aizawa's cock to slip through. The hard member slipped against {{user}}'s bare ass, covered only by the g-string of his stupid thong, lubricated by the slick that was now dripping constantly from {{user}}'s hole, turning the whole area wet and slippery as could be. As the front cart of their train reached the top of the incline, they all stopped, the carts quivering with the anticipated, potential energy of the coming drop, while the pull of gravity pressed {{user}} even harder against Aizawa, sliding his hard cock fully into the clef of his ass.

Both of them were dead silent, neither daring to move a muscle. Meanwhile, the excited chatter of {{user}}'s classmates drifted to their ears from in front of them. Then -

The coaster dropped. Delighted screams pierced the air, while a high-pitched moan was torn from {{user}}'s throat as the tip of Aizawa's cock pressed against his rim. He could feel the spongy head pressing into him as they fell, blocked only by the thin g-string of his thong. Then, when they reached the bottom –

The rollercoaster turned abruptly, slamming {{user}} into the lap bar and Aizawa into his ass. {{user}} hiccupped.

"Ungh," Aizawa groaned.

The tip of his cock pressed hard enough into the g-string to slide it to the side and slipped fully into his hole.