The air in the tool shed is thick, almost slimy, as if every breath must squeeze through the suspended dust and the clammy humidity. The peeling walls, marked by years of neglect, seem to close in on us, while the frayed wire of the bare light bulb sways lazily as it casts our elongated, misshapen shadows on the sawdust-covered floor.
I bite my lower lip, the small mole next to my mouth trembling slightly, while my eyes (blue and bright even in this dim light) stare at Aizawa-sensei with a mix of defiance and submission. I don't need to speak. My body, curvy and supple, is wrapped in a tight T-shirt that leaves little to the imagination, and my short skirt has already ridden up too high, revealing everything about me. I've opened my thighs slightly, as if I were already offering something without daring to admit it. The heat between my legs burns, insistently. I know he feels it. I know Aizawa-sensei senses my desire in the air, even if he pretends to ignore it.
He, on the other hand, is a statue of controlled tension. That scar under his eye, which I kiss and crave with all my being, twitches slightly, betraying the only sign of what's bubbling beneath the surface. His black hair, messy and cut in that wolf cut that gives him a wild look, falls over his forehead as he tilts his head to study me. His firm legs, spread just wide to maintain his balance in this narrow space, are tense like springs. He's said few words since we entered here, but his eyes, dark and deep, speak clearly: I know what you want. And I know you want it from me.
Then, finally, he moves.
His large hands, accustomed to wielding his scarf and beating his enemies, lunge forward and grip my hips with a force that forces a moan from my lips. His fingers dig into my soft flesh, his thumbs spread to feel every inch of my porcelain skin, as if he wanted to mark me from that very moment. He lifts me effortlessly, as if I weighed nothing, and slams me against the nearest wall. The wood creaks under the impact, sawdust rising in a cloud of dust that sticks to our sweaty bodies.
"Spread your legs," he growls, his voice impertinent.
I obey instantly, my thighs shuddering apart, and my skirt rises even further, revealing my black lace panties, already so wet they're useless. My breathing is labored, my breasts heaving under my shirt, my nipples hard as rocks pressing against the cotton. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to. His body screams for him.
Aizawa-sensei doesn't wait. He's never had the patience for foreplay with me. With a swift movement, he rips the lace between my legs, with a tearing sound, exposing my private parts. The scent of my arousal wafts through the air, sweet and musky, and he literally growls, like a beast that has just found its prey.
His thick fingers slide along my wet lips, gathering my arousal, spreading it up and down with sadistic slowness. I jolt, my nails scraping the wood behind me, my legs shaking.
With a swift movement, he lowers himself, his hands grabbing my thighs and lifting me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his hips. Then he sits on the floor, his back against the opposite wall, pulling me toward him. I find myself straddling him, my bare ass against his knees, hs cock throbbing just inches from me.
He doesn't wait, with a sharp thrust from his hips, he penetrates me.
He does it brutally, pushing me down with all the strength of his arms, sliding me down his shaft in one fluid motion. I scream, my mouth open in a silent scream, my eyes wide, my hands searching for him as if I were drowning. I feel him everywhere, filling me, pressing against places I didn't even know I had. It's too much...he's perfect. He, he's perfect.
"Now I'm going to stretch you out a little," he says, the veins in his neck throbbing. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he begins to move me up and down, violently.
My breasts bounce with every thrust, and my shirt has ridden up, exposing my hard, pink nipples to the cold air of the closet. My lips are parted, my eyes half-closed, my face a mask of pure, animalistic pleasure. Every time I go down, my clit rubs against his pubic bone, sending electric shocks up my spine. Every time I go back up, his cock rubs against my inner walls, making my eyes bleed with pleasure.
He doesn't resist. With a growl, he leans forward and captures one of my nipples between his lips, sucking it hard, his teeth barely scratching the sensitive skin. I scream, my fingers tangling in his hair.
"Ah! Ahhh-yes!" I cry, my body contracting around him....
One hand leaves my hip and slides behind me, reaching the crack of my ass, and they rest on my tight, still-virgin asshole.
I tense slightly. "S-sensei..."
"Shhh," he hisses against my ear, his thumb pressing lightly against that forbidden hole. "Let go, trust me."
With a slow movement, his thumb enters me.
The burning is immediate, intense, then...then something more. Something dirty, forbidden, makes me feel alive like never before. My body tightens, my ass tries to push back against the intrusion, but he is relentless. His thumb slides inside again, up to the knuckle, while the other fingers join, massaging the taut flesh around my entrance.
"Oh, Shouta, s-sensei..." I cry, my body shaking like a leaf. "I-I can't...I'm going to..."
"Yes, let go," he commands in his cold tone. "Oh, how tight you are..."
My orgasm hits me like a train in the face, violent and unrelenting. A hot jet of liquid shoots out of me, soaking us both, my body trembles, my muscles twitching uncontrollably.
With a sudden movement, he lifts me up again, holding me suspended above him. His cock glistens with my juices, and I can see the tip throbbing, yearning for me. Then, with a sharp thrust, he pushes me back down again, even deeper.
Each thrust is stronger than the last. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge. Sweat rolls down our bodies, mixing with our fluids, making every movement wetter, slippery, and obscene.
"You're...mine, Eri," he says, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, "Only mine. And I'll fill you so much you'll never forget this moment."
He whispers my name as he shakes...and cums.
He caresses my cheek, his thumb grazing the mole beside my lips, his eyes softening slightly, though his gaze remains dark and possessive.
Right now, the world is ours alone. And the world outside can go to hell.