Mr. Aizawa

Aizawa/Els
_

Elly squirmed a little on her chair. It was a tiny thing, designed for a much smaller person and certainly not one with a tail. Her outfit was an issue as well; the girl's UA uniform didn't quite fit her on the top and bottom. She pulled on the skirt, blushing and trying to make it cover her better. 

"Mr. Aizawa, I really think I need a better uniform."

Her boyfriend was lumped in his sleeping bag in front of a small table they had set up to look like a desk. Shota grunted and looked up as if he had just realized she was there. He slowly looked her up and down, taking the time to really appreciate how short her skirt was and how the blouse stretched too tight across her breasts. An extraordinarily creepy grin spread across his tired features. 

"It looks fine to me," he said blandly. "What seems to be the problem with it?" He unzipped himself and stepped out of the bag, walking over to her side. 

"Seriously?" She gestured at the front. "I'm busting out of this!" Her ears laid back and she squinted at him. "You did this on purpose, didn't you."

"Me?" He leaned over to get a better look.

"You pervert!" Elly threw her arms over her chest. "Don't look!"

Aizawa's grin grew fiercer. "Oh, but I can't see anything. Not really." He reached out and slipped an arm around her. "Maybe I could help, if you would relax a little."

"Help?" She frowned. He stroked her arm gently, kneeling down by her seat. When he got close enough she jerked backwards, eyes wide. This created a gap in her arms which he immediately took advantage of. She gasped loudly as his fingers wormed their way under to her breast. "Mr. Aizawa!"

"My, these are really very hard, aren't they?" He rolled a nipple around in his thumb and forefinger. "Do I excite you, little one?"

"Don't..!"

"I asked you a question, Ms. Sketchit," he murmured, leaning closer. His free hand guided her chin up so their faces aligned. "Does your teacher turn you on, naughty girl?" Elly's cheeks were flushed red with her eyes squeezed partially shut. Aizawa kept his fingers moving, tickling, rubbing and pinching her sensitive flesh. He breathed on her, his breath warm and smelling of coffee. "Tell me the truth, and you'll get a reward."

"Y - yes," she said in a tiny voice that made him shudder all over. 

"Good girl. Always tell the truth." He kissed her softly, sliding his tongue playfully inside her mouth and withdrawing it when she moved to kiss him back. She moaned and slid sideways off the chair into his waiting arms. They kissed passionately, writhing against one another. His hands slid down her waist and pet her rear, then lower. She rubbed herself shamelessly on him, breasts bouncing on his chest.

"You're not wearing a bra," he husked. "Are you? You trying to seduce me? Calling me a pervert - ha!" He reached under her skirt, groping her roughly. "Aaahhh... no panties, either. You want it, don't you?"

"A - Aizawa..."

"You want a man's cock inside you. Mine."

"Yes, yes! Please fuck me, teacher." She clutched the front of his black jumpsuit in both hands, staring earnestly into his eyes. "I want you to come deep inside me."

"Sh - shit." He coughed, then turned his face away for a moment. "Yellow."

"Sho? What's wrong?" She halted everything as he spoke the safe word. 

"I - I'm hurting a bit. We might have overdone it, not having sex for a few days before this."

"Poor baby." She caressed his worn face with a tender touch. "You need to come, Sho. It'll feel better then."

"Yes. Let's speed things up. Now I really need you."

"All right." She pointed at his hero outfit. "Whip it out, love. It's all you." 

He gave her a look that spoke volumes. 'Whip it out', indeed. Nonetheless, he wrestled his stiff penis out from his underwear and suit. "You're going to have to help, little one, if you want your teacher's dick."

She shivered pleasantly. He had slipped back into play seamlessly. "How?"

"Spread your -" He waved his hands, his eyes wide as she obliged instantly, giving him a view of her more than ready sex. "That's it! You sit on me right now, little lady!"

"I can do that." She smiled and straddled him, easing herself down onto his twitching member. Aizawa closed his eyes, growling deep in his throat.

"I'm not going to last. This won't be as good for you as I wanted, but... ah! Here, hold on." He gripped her waist in both hands and bucked upwards frantically, moaning. "You're so fucking tight!" 

She held on, heart racing. The truth was, this had excited them both and the way he was loving her was rubbing exactly where she needed to be touched. She was the one to come first, crying out his name as she flung her arms around his neck. Aizawa was close behind, his hips slowing as he shot his seed inside her.

"I feel much better," he muttered at last.

"That's good, dear. We'll just remember next time to not do the whole forced celibacy deal for a week. It was way too much."

"You're telling me."