𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 114 | Swollen NSFW

He claims my mouth as he lets me begin the treacherous exploration of his chest and stomach. His pecs are strong and built, his muscles just slightly tensing. Never in my life have I felt a chest this hard, what the fuck is this man's workout routine? I let my finger tips trail down and down until I reach his abs and the most devilishly excited butterflies take a rollercoaster through my stomach.

He tilts his head another way to deepen the kiss as I try to keep up. Well he damn knows how to kiss.

My finger tips trail around every crease in his abs. I flatten my hand on his stomach and stifle a moan at the sheer awareness that runs through me at what I'm doing. I attempt to rub my thighs together but end up just tightening my thighs around Aizawa, I feel his abs tense ever so slightly. I get brave and leave the safety of his stomach trailing down farther, starting to feel light hair.

He shifts a bit and that's when I realize he wasn't kidding about the hard-on.

I break my interest from the happy trail and stick my hand between us to palm him on his jeans. My excited anxiety turning into adrenaline and giving me much wanted confidence.

He groans into my mouth and it is positively so fucking hot. I want to hear that again.

I slowly let my hand travel back up his toned body. His hands leave their current position on the backs of my knees and find a new place. His palms cup my ass as he slowly grinds me into him.

I cry into his mouth, feeling him through his jeans as he gives a rough sigh, my hand on the back of his neck.

His mouth and tongue are exploring me like I'm endless and even I can't get enough. I need more, I know it's greedy but I need more of him, everywhere.

This dress felt like it was cutting off the circulation on my thighs in my current position. I need it off, I can't breathe it's too hot. I can't think I'm too hot, this is too hot, he's too hot, I'm getting delirious.

I pull back from him, "Get this off of me." I breathe out, perhaps with a little attitude, maybe a little impatience.

He straightens a bit and presses into me, doing as he's told, hugging me to him as he slowly unzips me.

"Faster, please." I say impatiently, getting rightfully frustrated.

"Who's the impatient one now?" He gives a breathy laugh into my ear and I shiver.

"Shut up." I say, my chin resting on one shoulder as my hands grip both of them. He finally unzips it all the way.

His hands caress my ass one more time before he pulls back and pushes me by his hands on my waist to stare at him.

He starts to grab the back of my dress and pull the straps down and off my arms. I pull each arm out of the holes and instantly cover myself up feeling too bare. My top half is left in only a bra, which is pretty unfair considering he's basically shirtless if you don't count the suit coat and what used to be a button up. I watch his biceps flex beneath his coat as he then grips my waist and snap out of it looking back to him.

He pries my arms away from my chest and stares me in the eye.

"Don't get shy around me, ever." He says sternly.

I go red watching his concentration as he peels the straps of my bra off and reaches around to unclip it seamlessly.

I want to cover myself up again but I let him pull the bra from my arms. He throws it behind him and stares at my chest shamelessly to which my face turns beet red.

"Damn." He says, his eyes darkening as my hands are now resting on his shoulders.

I take his arms, pushing off his coat and ripped shirt from his body, leaving him completely topless as well.

Once I do that the first thing he does is grab my body and press it against his. I close my eyes, the feeling of skin against skin so much for me I can feel myself pooling between my legs. He smells like the most captivating cologne and promised sex. We are about to fuck each other in a classroom, holy shit this is insanity.

Am I ready for this? Especially here? This is wrong on so many levels, when did I get this daring?

He lets his hands travel down my sides just barely caressing the sides of my tits before palming my ass again, the dress obviously making it hard to grip.

He pulls back just a bit.

"I need you bare right now, this is about to come off, okay?" He's letting me know he's going to take this cock-blocking dress off finally.

It feels suffocating even more bunched at my stomach, though I am enjoying his communication right now. He's communicating for the both of us it seems.

All I can do is nod because I can't get a word out. He's stealing my breath with all the things he's doing. Besides my breath already leaving at the fact I'm about to have sex with Pro-Hero Shota Aizawa in my own classroom.

"I'm going to stand you up." He says, letting his hands fall to my hips just under where the dress is bunched down at.

I nod again and just like that he lifts me off him and sits me on the ground. He stands up straight and stares down at me. My gaze wanders his body, the abs that are tensed, the happy trail that leads down into his pants, and my eyes get caught on his belt. I shoot my eyes up and lock my gaze with him as my hands are on the ground in front of me. He stares at me wordlessly through hooded, dark eyes. His hands grab onto his belt and he starts to unbuckle it, pulling it out of the loops on his pants.

My mouth practically waters in anticipation. He stares down at me with impatient eyes as he pulls the belt fully off and throws it at the wall. I barely flinch at the loud crack and wait, trying my best not to stare too hard at the large bulge in his pants.

His hand touches the side of my face and he thumbs my lips. The mission to get this dress off me suddenly forgotten and aborted for a moment.

"Open." He orders, pressing his thumb there.

I part my lips and he slides his thumb into my mouth pressing onto my tongue then pulling out to let two fingers enter.

I close my eyes as he lets his fingers travel in my mouth and to the back of my throat, I stifle a choke and he pulls his fingers out. He stares at me, admiring, letting his gaze wander to my chest.

"So pretty." He swoons.