Dirty Talk (Shota)

Aizawa/Eraserhead x Els/Cheshire

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"Is that what you want?" Aizawa's hands were on her breasts, fingers pulling on the hardened nipples. "You want me to fuck you into the bed, Ches? You so desperate for my cock that you can't wait?"

There were no words she could squeeze out of her tightly constricted throat. He had surprised her in the apartment they shared, caught her naked on their bed, shamelessly moaning his name as her fingers worked in and out of her dripping sex. She hadn't heard him come in until he gasped, dropping his bag carelessly on the floor. He had jumped on her with a low cry, and that's how she found herself in this position now.

"Can't speak, huh?" He kissed her roughly, pressing so hard her lips felt swollen when they parted. "You looked so deliciously filthy fingering yourself and calling my name." Groaning, he ripped his shirt over his head and threw it impatiently away, the black cloth sailing across the room. "What naughty little things do you do when I'm not here, hmm? This is just the first time I caught you."  He was shaking too hard with need to undo his belt quickly enough, and he grabbed her hand and placed it on the metal. "Undress me."

Still speechless, she unfastened the buckle and pulled it loose enough to unbutton and unzip his slacks. He lifted his hips and she pulled them down enough so he could wriggle free. Aizawa wore dark gray boxer briefs that clung to his sculpted body. The bulge in the front was commendable and a dark droplet of fluid had soaked into the fabric, further proof of his excitement. Her hand grasped him eagerly and he couldn't stop himself from bucking into against the touch.

"You're rough t0night," he said with a viscous grin. "Are you that horny? What could you have been thinking about? Were you fantasizing about sex? Or maybe how greedy I get for your pussy when I eat you out." His bloodshot eyes were wide and he kept contact with her at all times, staring so intensely into her own she started to feel shy. 

"Sh - Shota..!"

"Ches," he told her firmly, panting, "if I have to take control, I'm going to tear my boxers off and fuck you into next god damned week. Is that what you want?" She flung her hands around his neck, soft breasts pressing tightly against his chest. Aizawa rubbed his leg between her thighs and she wrapped herself around it in an instant. He felt her heartbeat on his skin, beating quickly and strong, and her moist sex below as she ground herself on his leg. 

"Shit," he sighed. "All right, then. You asked for this." He flexed, jumping into a position where he could peel his briefs off himself. Once they were gone his member sprang free, flushed and pulsing, with trickles of fluid slipping down the base. He flung himself down, grabbing her around the middle and spreading her thighs with his knees. "Open up, little cat. I'm going to give you what you want."

"Yes!" She found her tongue at last as he began rubbing the very tip on her swollen, needy body. 

"Aha, there she is. The thought of my hard cock get you speaking again?"

"I want you inside me now," she choked desperately. "Now, Shota, now."

He thrust strongly forward, trying to hold back at least a little. The way she wailed and clung to him, biting wildly at his neck, threw him over the edge so fast he coughed loudly in shock. She felt too good for him to control his pace. He called out her name as her body contracted in throes of pleasure, gripping him tightly. "Ches!" His muscles working all over, he gave her everything he could until he felt his orgasm could not be denied. Even then he wrung out every last drop, pumping his fist tightly along his shaft to squirt inside her. He had an innate need for her to take all of him that he could give in this moment.

"Wow, Sho," she wheezed, blowing a ticklish strand of hair away from her mouth. "You need to come home early more often!"