Y/N sighed as she dropped her restless body on the sofa, not forgetting to let out an obnoxious whine as she did so. Her boyfriend- who used to be her teacher, sat behind his desk, grading and marking tests, like he had been doing for the past dreadful hours. Aizawa couldn't be bothered with his girlfriend at the moment, knowing that if he let another day pass without giving his students their damn grades they'd kill him with their bare hands.
"Hey Shouta?" She called out. The feeling of her wet panties was getting annoying and the poor girl tried to get herself off in the bedroom on her own, but it just didn't feel the same. Aizawa didn't move a muscle, didn't even bother to look up at her.
"Shooouuutaaa?" She propped herself on her elbows, just to be sure that he was indeed ignoring her. At as expected the only sound was from his pen dragging across the paper smoothly.
The fuck?!
Y/N thought, by now she sat up arms crossed like an angry toddler.
"Aizawa. Shouta!" She barked again.
No response? What?!
She painfully lifted herself from the sofa and after that drag her feet toward her man. Still, he didn't budge to look up, knowing the second he would, he would lose all his focus.
"Why are you ignoring me Aizawa-sensei?" She forced her voice a few octaves higher as she innocently pulled him back from his spinny chair to wrap her arms around him. Aizawa audibly cringed at hearing her say that, finding it highly disturbing.
"Y/N baby, I'm trying to focus." He grunted, aggressively flipping a page as if to prove his point. "And you are not helping."
"But baby," the younger girl whined. "You've been in here for hours now. I just--"
"What do you want?" he dropped his pen against his pen with a slam and finally- finally looked her in the eye.
Might as well play into this, he was in desperate need of a break. Y/N smirked and straddled him once she pulled his chair back all the way. Legs on either side of his thin body, pussy directly brushing against his clothed crotch. "I was thinking, Aizawa." she moved her lips directly next to his ear.
"Y/N," he sighed pleasurably as his rough hands caressed her naked thigh and trailed to her hip.
"You know when you touch me," she purred. "It feels really good."
"I have work to do, baby." he pleaded, pulling back to meet the desperate look in her eyes. "I'll be done soon, okay?"
"Hm," she thought out loud. "See that's what I was thinking. That i'll just wait until you are finished but I was just so damn horny," she trailed her fingers over his clothed chest, feeling the muscles tense when she did so. "So I tried doing it like you do but..." She gave him a pout, dramatically pushing her bottom lip out.
"Can't you do it yourself?"
"I can, I mean I was busy doing that and that felt really good but then I remembered how you did it with your fingers inside- which felt even and I tried that but I didn't feel anything."
Her lewd words instantly sent blood rushing to his shaft and she felt the twitch it made instantly. She grinned and pushed herself down. "How did you do that, Shouta?"
With his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, he smiled slyly, hands nimbly flying to her knees to lift her up and turn around. Now she was sitting with her back against his chest head perfectly in the hollow part of his neck and her legs spread as she supported her feet on the desk.
"You're such a naughty girl do you know that?" He preditoraly growled in her ear making her squeal out in excitement. "Didn't even get the decency to wait until daddy's done working, do ya? Hmm, Y/N? tell daddy what you've been doin'?" he brought his dominant hand to her heat radiating center hovering above it teasingly until she spat out the words.
