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His vision has begun to grow blurry from exhaustion creeping on to him as the time passes by, and as he grips hard on the can of beer in his hand, so did his weak alcohol tolerance that was messing with his senses. The receiving area of the dorms are dark and the lounge area has turned into a poor attempt at a bar, bowls of junk and bottles of alcohol were swarming the tables and he couldn’t find it in himself to send them straight to detention with the loud party they were hosting. After all, this is their last night in UA before they finally step into the limelight as full-fledged heroes.
He’s supervising just in case, but in all honesty, Aizawa just hoped he was rather sleeping at his place right now. Still, as the girls were giggling in a corner, he peeked through his shitty hair at the fuss they were making.
Yaoyorozu and the girls were forming a circle and he couldn’t make sense of what they were doing. From his point of view, he checked out the dark-haired girl donning a whole beach goddess look, a low-waist white skirt that hung gorgeous from her wide hips, the luxurious brand reaching to her ankles, and the material so thin he could notice a matching white innocent lace underneath, cupping the swell of her ass.
She motioned something with her hands and he turned his focus to the mere white tube bralette she was wearing, engulfing her voluptuous chest.
Fucking hell, as Yaoyorozu’s confidence find their good bearings, so does the way she presents herself, and she really loved an innocent all-white look while still showing off her curves in subtle sexiness.
Yamada whistled low by his side, and if he weren’t a trained agent, he would have flinched at being caught staring too much at a girl he shouldn’t be looking at in a certain light.
“I can’t blame you if you wanna have a one-on-one with little miss heiress over there,” the blond puffs out his smoke, trying to gain a reaction from him, while he’s still hanging his head low and his eyes–whatever is left of it–are peering through his dark locks that just curtains his face from the rest of them.
Yamada leaned into his ear as the girl they both were staring at was giggling with a drink in her hand. “Your restraint is admirable, my man, for not sinking your claws in such fresh meat.”
“Don’t call her that,” he growled low, just as his crotch area began to tighten when Yaoyorozu bent down low for something Ashido was doing on her front, her back bent over and her butt protruding to his direction.
“I wouldn’t blame you, though,” Yamada drew on, as the girls were shrieking and Aizawa squinted at them, curious of what was going on. “If I get a chance to have a go at someone like her, I’m not one to pass up the chance.”
“Fucking creep.”
“Just being honest. You should try it.”
Yaoyorozu’s head suddenly twisted in their direction. As he was about to face somewhere else, it didn’t miss his attention when the girl smiled cheekily, almost biting her lip at him.
When her breasts were innocently jiggling just so enticingly, Aizawa knew he had to leave already. So long as she’s still inside the dorms with him supervising it, she remains a student and such boundaries are ones he’s not planning to breach; nevermind the fact that graduation was just two days ago and he’s no longer bound to her in a strict, professional way.
Fuck, he needs to leave before he stains her flying colors status with a creepy scandal. Eyes and ears everywhere, he wouldn’t risk it.
Iida was quick to take responsibility for the night as he was gearing up to leave. Yamada was already gone, to a bar off-campus, and Aizawa was in the middle of deciding whether to follow him there or drop dead on his bed when Yaoyorozu caught up to him in the dark hallway.
The girl was panting just from the distance she took to get to him, and she was smiling sheepishly, one hand clutching her front as she fixed her posture when she saw him raise a dark brow at her, a silent question directed at her for stopping him in his tracks.
“You’re leaving?” Her lips wobbled, perhaps a stroke of embarrassment hit her when she probed at him with a vulnerable, sad look, her face so soft and free from blemishes. He almost twisted his face in its usual deadpan expression that often grows cruel as his patience wears thin with how the world always tests him around, but he trained himself not to scare her off with his ill-mannered habits. He thinks there’s a part of him that grows patient with her, wanting to only be at his most encouraging when he’s around her.
She’s never done anything to raise his ire, always working on her best damned self to meet his expectations, always wanting to fucking please him.
Yaoyorozu was a good girl, and he wasn’t that much of an asshole.
“Wouldn’t you girls prefer it when I’m not around?” Alcohol was kicking in his system. A loose grin stretched from his lips. “You can play around, I won’t be there reprimanding you anymore. Have fun.”
“Play around?” Still so naive. So innocent. He leans himself against the cold wall, hiding whatever expression is growing from his face in the dark.
“Whatever girls like you prefer to do in a school party like this.” Be so fucking pretty. Dance around. Kiss boys. Not chase around an old dog like me.
She was either slow, or she was secretly tipping him off to the edge. Yaoyorozu wasn’t budging when he was telling her to go back to the party, his words clipped but laced with warning signs.
He breathed in deep when she handed a gift bag in his hands. “At least take this with you. I prepared these, sort of a proper send-off before we begin our jobs by next week.”
“Alright, thank you. You may go.”
“Did you enjoy the party, Aizawa-san?”
“Got free alcohol, I’m a simple man,” he squinted his eyes at the name she was addressing him. “You’re still in school grounds, I’m still your teacher.”
“Not anymore, at least since two days ago,” cheeky brat. She craned her neck at him, still noticing quite the difference in their heights, not a lot, but just enough to still feel him towering over her. In physique, strength, and experience.
“What do you need, Yaoyorozu?” Her cheeks flushed red despite the both of them standing in the dark, his tongue clicking once and he was curt. Better to scare her off than to entertain….whatever this is. With her just posing her fucking tits high up on display for him.
“You’re leaving…”
“Yes,” he brushed his flimsy dark fringes away from his face, his hand rubbing his face in an attempt to push her away with his growing unrest. Aizawa was a man of steel, he thinks so.
Yaoyorozu brushes her hand on his arm, then she gasped when he pulled her close and slammed her just enough on the wall, warning her what happens when you dangle up a piece of meat in front of a starved dog.
Yaoyorozu breathes rapidly, her chest rises and falls as her dove gray eyes look at him with a strange plea while her lips hang open, soft in cherry pink.
He tightens his grip on her, her wrists bound on top of her head with his strong hand. He sends her a silent look as his eyes grow pitch black, her last warning.
He could almost growl next to her face. His face growing impatient, he could almost snap her wrists broken. He lowered his face more to scare her off.
Then Yaoyorozu reaches up and soft lips meet grim ones. Trailing innocent kisses all over his closed mouth, trying to sneak her tongue inside.
Even steel breaks down at its breaking point.
The small utility room was cramped as Yaoyorozu was on her knees, mouth filled to the brim with his thick cock bullying her throat with all his heavy inches. Her eyes were welling up with tears with every assault of his cock fucking her face as if she were a prodigal cock-sucking whore.
Aizawa cups the back of her neck and pushes hard and deep, watching as her throat stretches around his appendage, her lips swollen around the base of his cock, her nose breathing through his musky pubes.
“Pretty just like this,” he whispers low, grinning as her eyes shone with delight at every praise.
Aizawa wipes away the stray hairs dangling on her lips as he brought her up on her feet, still catching her breath and now losing them again as he kissed her deep and sloppy.
He turned her around with their mouths still connected with hungry kisses, then she rubbed her ass on his awaiting cock as he held her steady on her hips.
Aizawa kissed her shoulder and groaned, resting his head on her nape. “What were you doing with Ashido before?”
“Just something naughty…she gave me a tattoo.”
“Where?” He nipped at her ear. He waited as she removed her tube top and faced him, her hands trying to cover her huge tits. He brushed them away and a smirk formed on his lips at the ink temporarily tattooed on her skin.
CREA-TITS, equally divided on her milky breasts. Yaoyorozu blushed all over at the sound of his cackle resonating around the room.
“Fucking hell. You’re so cute,” he groaned, lapping on her nipples and suckling on them as she moaned helplessly.
The tattoo was a sight when he had her laid on her back as he thrusted fast and deep in between her legs, her tits bouncing on the sides as her tight, warm pussy welcomed his hard cock, milking him good, her pussy a perfect fit for him.
“Goddamn it!” Aizawa howled right next to her ear, reaching close to kiss her neck as his hips moved sensually in a pace that had her trembling under him, so sweet just for him. He feels her hands scrambling from gripping his shoulders, to reaching his stubbled jaw and pulls him close for a shaky kiss. She was gasping with every orgasm that threatened to explode from her loins, and every time she was near to having one, he set the pace slow just to edge her on.
“Aizawa-san please don’t t–tease!”
“Just don’t want this to end so quickly. You feel so good.” They exchanged groans in between kisses, sweat clinging on their bodies. Yaoyorozu mewls and tears up again at another orgasm rising from her belly.
“Please–!” She whines, begging for it.
“Cum for me, pretty doll,” he stares at her face lost in pleasure as she did just so, ever so obedient at his command. He follows right after, burying his face in between her breasts as his cock pumps out strings of cum deep in her cunt.
He breathes in her scent, his thoughts racing to what comes next. Yaoyorozu cups his face, and he raises his head to face her.
She was still shaking, biting her lip from the uncertainty, but then her eyes sharpened and she whispered slow and sure. “This isn’t goodbye…”
“We shouldn’t do this again. This is the last.” He closed his eyes, frustration obvious on his face.
Yaoyorozu smiled at him, and he knew it was a lie. The moment he tasted her, there is no way he wouldn’t be craving for more. And she smiled at him, as if she knew it too. She sent a knowing look, and he didn’t like the promise of another moment like this, painted in her lust-filled face. There was no way he would let her go now if she keeps kissing him again like this, soft kitten pecks, while she digs her claws at him, never wanting him to let go.