The Broom Closet (Shota)

Aizawa/Eraserhead x Cheshire/Els

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Elly needed some quiet time. Even on her lunch break the students couldn't stop rushing up to her, asking questions about her relationship with the sardonic homeroom teacher. Even the bathroom wasn't safe, and the teacher's lounge was a disaster. They were worse gossips than the teenagers! Her eyes darted about and she spotted a janitorial closet nearby that should be perfect. Yanking the door open, she slipped inside before the next gaggle of kids found her.

"Is there a reason you woke me?"

Elly clapped a hand to her mouth to stifle her exclamation of shock. She turned very carefully around in the tiny space to find her boyfriend propped up against the back wall encased in his yellow sleeping bag. "Shit, Eraser, I didn't know this hiding spot was taken."

"Can't be helped," he sighed morosely. The puffy fabric bunched, and he stood straight while he unzipped the bag and stepped out. "They're after you, too?"

"Yeah." She leaned against him willingly when he curled his arms around her. "I just needed a moment."

"Hnn." His hands gripped her waist a little bit tighter. "Lunch just started."

"Yeah. We've got some t - " She was cut off by his mouth pressing firmly on her own. He kissed her ravenously, delving deep into her mouth and growling lowly as he did. Aizawa didn't give her time to think, alternating between flickering, soft brushes of his lips and a passionate devouring that took her breath away. His hands found and squeezed the base of her tail roughly, stroking upwards. She tore a small distance apart with a shivering wrench, saliva strands connecting them for a few moments. "Eraserhead! What the hell!"

"Hush, little cat." He placed a hand on her mouth and held one finger up in warning. A slow, creepy grin crept across his pale features. "Someone could hear."

"Mrrf!"

"Then shh..." He pulled her onto him once more, wrapping his strong legs around hers and thrusting another hand between their bodies. "Going to be quiet?" Elly blushed quite suddenly, eyes huge. His hand was roughly stroking her crotch through her suit, searching for the hidden zipper. He found it and his smile grew impossibly broader when she nodded furiously. "Good."

"This isn't like you," she gasped. Breathing hard, her mind racing as fast as her heart, she dropped her head to his chest and squirmed as his fingers probed. "Is fooling around worth the risks?"

When he found what he was looking for he whispered into her ear. "I'm not fooling around, Ches," he said as his fingers thrust. Her hands tightened around him and his voice grew more serious. "You make it very hard for me to conceal my erections." She laid her ears back, struggling to control her breathing as his hand moved faster. "If we fuck now, we'll both be satisfied and will last the rest of he day." 

She shivered. Shota always got right to the point, but he was clinical. When he started talking dirty he was extremely aroused. "It's too small in here."

"I like a tight fit." He had unfastened his belt and zipper and was moving around into position. "You know that already, though. Here..." He hefted one of her legs up and indicated she should let him hold both. "Grip me, Ches. I'll support you when I thrust, and gravity should make this a very pleasurable experience for us both."

"Like this?" She squeezed her legs around his upper waist while he held her. "Where... ah!"

"There." Gravity worked its wonders and she impaled herself on his firm member, the length slipping easily inside all the way to the base. Elly swallowed audibly and Aizawa uttered a muffled groan. "H -hold on." He bucked strongly upwards, bouncing her with every powerful thrust. Each time she would slam down hard, jolting them both with more and more pleasure as they continued. She arched her back in time with his movements, nails digging into his shoulders. And still he kept going, pounding with all his strength while holding her tightly so she wouldn't fall. Elly held on as well, gripping him so hard he laughed softly at the thought that she might be bruising him as much as he was her. 

His barely contained glee threw her over the edge first, since a laugh from him was a rare occurrence. She was silent, shivering, her hands twining in his hair as she came. When she came to Aizawa was grimacing, bracing himself against the wall. Every muscle in his body seemed to spasm in delight as he released as deeply as he could inside her. 

He kissed her as they separated, reaching off to the side to grab something from one of the shelves. "Here." Ever practical, he offered her a brand new tissue box from the school's stores. She supposed that was yet another one of the bonuses the sanctuary of the janitor's closet offered.