Random Smuts

Aizawa Shota

Aizawa stands at the front of the class, passing glances towards you a lot during class, once class is over you notice he never leaves the classroom but you have to go back to the classroom because you forgot a notebook for hizashi's English class and you find aizawa with his pants unzipped and his cock sticking out. He doesn't notice you though so you try and grab it without him seeing you

Aizawa moans "shit that feels so good"

As you slowly reach out, your hand brushes against his hardened member, causing Aizawa to let out a low growl of desire. His eyes finally meet yours, and he nearly jumps in shock before quickly composing himself again. "What are you doing here?" He asks sternly, but there's an underlying hint of excitement in his voice.

You couldn't help but smile back at him, taking advantage of the situation. "I needed my notebook for Hizashi-sensei's class," you say casually, keeping eye contact with him while continuing to stroke his cock softly. "And besides, isn't it our job as teachers to support each other?" Your words were laced with playful teasing, making sure not to cross any lines yet still pushing boundaries.

Aizawa swallows thickly, glancing down at your hands wrapped around his throbbing member. "Get outta here go to class brat," he manages to croak out, trying futilely to hide his growing arousal. But it was too late; seeing that look on his face only fueled your fire further.

You slowly begin to stroke him faster, letting out a soft moan as you feel his cock twitching in your hand. "I... I can't get enough of this," Aizawa mutters, his voice cracking slightly with desire. His eyes fixate on yours, hungry for more contact. "You know what happens next time someone forgets something from me..." He trails off ominously.

You giggle playfully, tilting your head slightly before leaning forward, planting a passionate kiss on his lips. Your tongues intertwine hungrily, exploring each other's mouths while your hands continue their rhythmic motion over his member. The taste of his saliva mixed with sweat and alcohol made you crave even more. "Then maybe they should remember better next time," you whisper between breaths, nipping at his lower lip teasingly.

Aizawa groans deeply into the kiss, his body trembling with anticipation. Unbuttoning his shirt quickly, he thrusts his chest against yours, pressing his hardened nipples against your cleavage. "Damn it all to hell, you're killing me... Stop teasing me!"

With a devilish smirk, you release his cock from your grip and step back slightly. "Not yet," you tease, your voice laced with malice. Reaching behind him, you unclasp his bra strap, letting it fall to the floor as well. Now completely exposed, Aizawa's tanned torso is revealed in all its muscular glory—his broad chest covered in fine hairs leading downwards towards his massive member throbbing eagerly in anticipation.

You trace slow circles around his nipple rings with your fingers, eliciting another moan of pleasure from him. "What do you say we find somewhere more private for our little rendezvous?" You ask seductively, brushing against his hardened abs.

Aizawa growls lowly, unable to resist any longer. "Fine, but make sure no one sees us or else..." He trails off ominously again, his eyes glinting with danger and desire. Without waiting for a response, he turns around abruptly, grabbing your arm roughly and pulling you forcefully towards the empty teacher's lounge nearby.

Following closely behind, you allow yourself to be led by the strong hand on your arm. Your heart races with excitement as he leads you deeper into the empty room, closing the door behind them with a loud click. The air inside was thick with anticipation and their combined scents—alcohol and sweat mingling together creating an intoxicating aroma that heightened both of their senses further.

Suddenly, Aizawa pushes you against the wall forcefully, pinning you there with his body weight. His lips crash down savagely onto yours again, demanding entry while his hands fumble frantically at your skirt, tearing it down swiftly revealing your lacy black underwear. "Tell me you want this," he growls hoarsely in between breaths.