Yours POV.
"So, I'll ask you a question. Explain to me why every time that idiot Hawks looks at you, I want to rip his head off with my hands? Explain to me why tonight, when he kissed your neck, I saw red? Red, Eri. Like someone cut open my skull and poured gasoline inside. Why?"
His words burn, dig under my skin, and I can't push them away. I don't want to push them away. My throat tightens, my eyes sting... tears are about to well up.
"Maybe it's just your hero instinct," I whisper, but my voice is shaking. "Maybe you just want to protect a defenseless student..."
"Helpless?" His laugh comes out dry, almost humorless. "You? Helpless?"
He grabs my wrist, his fingers closing around my thin bone like a handcuff.
"You are the most dangerous thing I've ever met, Eri. I'm not good with feelings, I tried to keep myself away, but deep down, I only made things worse. You make me want to destroy everything, including myself, just to have you."
I should back off. I should tell him to go fuck himself, that he's just a confused man playing with a girl's head. But I love him too much, his words are ashes in my mouth, because what I really want in my life is him. Always and only him. Since I set foot in this school, since I first saw those black eyes staring at me as if they wanted to devour me.
I take a deep breath as I watch him pant.
"Then…do it, Sensei." I challenge him, my voice coming out like a hiss. "Destroy me. Let's see if you can do it."
Something inside him breaks.
A growl escapes his lips, and then he pushes me, my body slamming against the metal table behind me. I gasp as my back hits the cold surface, the pain mingling with pleasure, and before I can react, he's on top of me, his hands gripping my wrists, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that isn't really a kiss, it's a violation, a conquest, a sin that steals my breath.
His lips are hard, demanding, his tongue forces my mouth open, which intertwines with mine in a wet and desperate duel. I try to resist, I really do, I try, but it's like trying to stop a hurricane with my hands. He devours me, consumes me, and I burn, the fire blazes through my veins, making me arch my back, making me open my legs without my brain giving the order.
"I don't know either, damn it," he growls against my lips, his voice broken and desperate. "I don't know what you are, I don't know what you do to me, but I can't… I can't anymore…"
He doesn't finish the sentence because he doesn't need to.
Because his hands are already sliding under my dress, his hard, smooth fingers caressing my thighs, tickling the sensitive skin inside me, making me tremble. I moan into the kiss, making a strangled sound, and he makes it his as he pulls up my dress with a sudden movement, exposing my body to the lab light.
The cold air caresses my bare skin, but it's nothing compared to the warmth of his gaze. Aizawa-sensei pulls back just enough to look at me, and his black eyes dilate, his pupils swallowing every inch of me, taking in my black lace panties, my full thighs, my soft belly heaving with every labored breath, my breasts rising and falling beneath the tight fabric of my bodice.
"I…" he gasps, "I have never…"
I don't have time to respond, because he's already on top of me again, his lips almost trailing down my throat, his teeth nibbling my collarbone, his tongue tracing a wet path down to the cleft between my breasts. I arch my back, my fingers tangling in his hair, feeling the way he enjoys that pain, the way his body tenses against mine.
"Aizawa…sensei…" His name slips out of my mouth almost involuntarily. It sounds like a plea, and he responds with another bite, this time on my nipple through the fabric, hard enough to make me see stars. "Please, I want you inside…sensei," I say, panting.
He growls, his hands gripping my hips. "No one else will touch you, and no one else will breathe the same air as you without me ripping their throat out."
His words should scare me, make me want to run away. Instead, they slide my panties down my thighs, wet and useless, while he turns me around with a sudden movement, pressing me against the table, his body covering me, possessing me even before he enters me.
"Aaah, spread your legs…" he orders, his lips brushing my earlobe.
My body is already shaking, I want to feel his hard cock against my ass.
"I…want to be yours, sensei. Always. Please, don't tell me again…that I'm a mistake…"
In one fluid motion, he lifts one of my knees, spreading my thighs even wider, exposing me to him. I feel my entire insides soaking wet, the way my breathing becomes heavier, more labored, before a hand slides between my legs, fingers finding my swollen clit and beginning to rub it with pinpoint precision.
"No…you're not a mistake, Eri. I'm sorry, for everything I said to you." He growls, his fingers growing more intense. "Now…I want you all to myself. We'll talk about this later, okay?"
"Yes…ah! Yes…this pussy is yours…it's yours…" The words come out in hiccups, the pleasure driving me, my body tensing toward him, shamelessly begging.
"Sensei...please, I need...you inside..."
He doesn't keep me waiting.
With a sharp thrust, he rips off my panties. Then his hand disappears, and I feel the tip of his penis against me, thick, hot, and perfect, pressing against my pussy.
"You're… beautiful…" he says, "And look… how wet you are… all for me."
I'm a mess. I'm obscene. My lips are swollen, open, ready, and he's here, I feel the tip of his cock brushing against me, pushing inside me with a slowness that's torture.
"Aiz…"
"Shhh…" he whispers, one hand squeezing my hair, pulling it back slightly until our eyes meet in the fogged-up mirror on the opposite wall.
"Look…how beautiful you are when I fuck you…"
And then, he enters me.
A single, deep, devastating thrust that steals my breath, makes me close my eyes, brings tears to my eyes. It was exactly what I'd wanted for days.
"Oh, slowly…slowly, sensei…" My voice cracks, my body arching against him, trying to take more, more, as he starts to move, his hips slamming into mine with a force that sends me sliding off the table.
"I need to open you up a little more." He gasps, his fingers squeezing my hips, too hard.
I can't respond, I can only moan and take it all in, as he fucks me with long, deep strokes, making me feel every inch of his cock inside me, making me feel every vein, every pulse, every twitch of pleasure about to explode.
"Say my name…" he orders, "I want to hear it. Say it!" he exclaims, slapping my ass.
"Sho…Shota, sensei…" I whisper, my voice echoing slightly off the walls of the lab, mingling with the sound of our bodies colliding.
"Shota, please…don't stop, don't stop…"
He laughs. "I have no intention of stopping. I'm going to fuck you…until you can't walk anymore. Until you realize I'm the only one who owns you."
And he increases the pace.
His thrusts become harder, faster, more brutal, and I'm loving every second of it, loving the way it hurts, loving the way I know I'll be walking with my legs spread open tomorrow, the memory of him burned into my body. My hands slide forward, gripping the edge of the table, my knuckles whitening, as he takes me, uses me, and claims me with every thrust.
"I'm… going to cum," he gasps, his voice growing hoarse and desperate.
"Cum…cum in." I say, placing a hand on his ass, trying not to let it slip out.
"Are you sure?"
I nod, feeling the pleasure growing for me too.
"So... I want to feel you hold me while I fill you."
My orgasm hits me suddenly, a wave that makes me see stars, that makes every muscle in me contract, that makes me scream his name as my insides tighten around him, as I feel him pulsing inside me, as his hot cum fills me, brands me, makes me his in a way I can never erase.
He moans against my shoulder, his teeth sinking into my flesh, his body trembling against mine as he cums, as he fills me, as he possesses me in the most primal, truest way possible.
Then silence. Only the labored breathing, the sound of my heart beating against his, the scent of sex enveloping both my senses.
Aizawa-sensei slowly pulls back, and I feel his cum dripping down my thighs, sticky, and I can't think of anything.
He carefully adjusts my dress, his fingers trembling slightly, then he steps away, his body stiffening as if he's just realized what we've just done.
The lab is silent again. Too silent.
I turn slowly, my body still shaking, my eyes burning. He's on the other side of the table, his back against the wall, his face in shadow. He doesn't look at me, he doesn't say anything.
And I don't know if it's worse this way, or if it would be worse if I spoke up.
***
The corridor connecting the lab to the main hall greets us as soon as we leave the classroom. I can still feel my heart pounding in my chest, as if my body had decided, entirely on its own, that it didn't want to return to normal immediately. Aizawa-sensei is a little ahead of me, and as usual he walks with his shoulders straight, his hands in his pockets, his face already back to that inscrutable teacher expression, slightly hidden behind his scarf.
We haven't said anything...or almost nothing. I think there's little point in saying or asking each other anything in these circumstances. Or maybe, I think, that's precisely the problem. I look up and turn toward him, to study his profile better, but he notices almost immediately and returns my gaze, without speaking.
As we re-enter the party area, as we approach the main hall, I mutter a quick, "I'm going to the bathroom for a second."
I see him nod, without looking at me, but I clearly feel the way his shoulders tense for a split second. By now, I've observed him well enough to catch those micromovements he's so eager to hide.
I approach the bathroom door, closing it behind me. I lean against the sink, which is decidedly clean, and looking at myself in the mirror, I'm horrified by my hair: it's a total mess.
"Oh no!" I sigh, trying to tidy them up slightly with fingers still trembling with pleasure. My cheeks are still red, my eyes shiny, and every now and then I feel his cum dripping down my full, soft thighs. Suddenly, there's a sharp knock on the door.
"Eri? Are you in here?"
Tess's shrill voice sends shivers down my spine. I run to the door and open it a crack to answer her.
"...Y-yes."
Tess pushes open the door and enters with an expression that's the perfect mix of suspicion, enthusiasm, and an absolute desire to gossip. She fixes me with a searching gaze, searching for evidence about me that proves she's actually thinking. She plants herself next to me, near the mirror, continuing to stare at me.
"Where have you been? I've been looking for you for ten minutes! You weren't at the karaoke contest… Reina was about to drag me on stage, but I wanted to duet with you!"
I bite my lip, smiling slightly. "Ah…here I am…"
Tess looks at me more closely, her eyes narrowed. There's a tiny red bruise on my neck (perhaps from when Aizawa-sensei bit me), and she...sees it. It's impossible to hide things from her!
"Wait..." she says, looking closer at me.
"...What?"
"You have that face."
"What face?"
My voice comes out too fast, too loud. I look at myself in the mirror, caressing my cheeks and forehead, while my eyes flick from her to the mirror, quickly. Tess's eyes widen.
"I don't believe it."
She grabs my wrists.
"Tell me you weren't…with Aizawa-sensei. I saw him out here a little while ago. Tell me you didn't…"
I look away, embarrassed. I don't speak, I don't say anything.
Tess screams a "NOOO!?" so high-pitched it reverberates against the bathroom tiles. "Did you do it…again?"
"Keep your voice down!" I exclaim, pushing her away gently, laughing nervously. "And anyway, it's not what you think…I mean, it's not like…"
"Sorry, Eri, but how could I think that?" Tess replies, waving her hands like a crazy fan. I look into her eyes, I see that typical spark of hers, the one that says 'tell me everything from beginning to end' that she tries so hard to repress, but can't. I give a small smile.
"You disappeared, and you come back with messy hair, burning cheeks, shining eyes, and the look of someone who's seen heaven and then accidentally returned. I understand you're an angel, but....eh?"
"Shhh, damn it, Tess!"
Finally, she lets me breathe for a second, but her expression changes slightly: from ironic and cheerful to softer, sweeter. She grabs my arm, comes closer, and looks at me in the mirror.
"... Everything okay?"
I look at myself in the mirror. Then I look at her. I notice the change in expression on my face too... actually, I thought a lot of things while having sex and... I realized something. Something important.
"Yes. I think so." Then, I take a deep breath. "He…cares, Tess. I knew it from the way he reacted to Hawks before, when he hit on me…"
Her eyes widen.
"Wait-what?"
"Yes, you heard right. Hawks approached me, completely drunk, but he got so close that he kissed my neck. Aizawa-sensei reacted, grabbing him by the wrist. And he defended me."
Tess's gaze freezes.
"Even if he tries everything to hide it, he cares. Even if he gets angry in the wrong way. Even if it confuses me…"
Then I shake my head, determined. "But I don't want to chase him anymore, Tess. Not this time."
A moment of silence. Tess smiles, finally serious.
"So? What will you do?"
"I'll wait for his next move. Until he tells me what he wants… I won't make a move."
She looks at me, her eyes wide. Then she nods, satisfied and proud.
"That's my girl!"
And I continue to fix the last rebellious lock of hair.