im panting while leaning over aizawas shoulder. what just even happened? its like my body took control over my mind. the pleasure was too intoxicating that i couldn't leave.
aizawa drags his tongue against my neck and then slowly kisses down the line he made with his tongue.
"fuck i shouldn't be here. i need to go." i say trying to get off of aizawa.
"where are you going? the funs just getting started." he grabs my throat with one hand while the other starts unzipping my jeans.
"who are you? because this isn't the same aizawa who barely speaks, fucks, than dips out." i say grabbing his hand thats attached to the zipper.
"i guess you could say i didn't realize how much you were my pretty little toy till seeing another boy try to take you away and play with you." he flicks my hand away and continues to pull my jeans down as much as he can since im straddling him.
"sorry, not a boy. a man. a gentleman in fact. a word you could never own up to obviously. and im not your toy. i don't belong to you. so know your place professor." i snap back while grabbing his wrist and pulling it above his head.
"you might not belong to me. but your pussy does kitten. obviously i've got you giving up all morals and standards just to cum from my touch."
"wether its my knee." he brings his hand down from my attempt of holding it away.
"my fingers." he attaches his fingers on my clothed clit and starts rubbing circles which makes me twitch in sensitivity from my recent orgasm.
"my mouth." he starts licking my clothed nipple through my shirt and bra which still somehow feels good.
"or." he drags my thong down which is all wet from my cum. then proceeds to unzip his jeans and pulls out his dick from his boxers.
