With one hand wrapped up in his messy hair, and one hand on his ass, you opened your legs wide then also wrapped them around his lower half, rocking your hips up into his as he thrust down into yours.
Moan after moan, escaped your lips as he traced his mouth lower and pushed back a little, his teeth tugging at your left nipple then your right as you writhed under his mouth and reached your other hand to his ass so you could squeeze and claw at him.
“Faster, please,” you begged softly, dragging your fingernails from his ass up to his lower back, leaving big red lines on his bucking hips.
He was letting out occasional grunts of satisfaction as well and then sat back, breaking out of your leg hold and pushing your legs open as he shuffled down the bed to bury his head between them.
Wasting no time, he flat licked your clit, lapping up all the slick that had spread around there as he kept a firm pressure on the insides of your knees- despite your squirming and trying to clamp your legs around his head.
“Do you want my tongue inside you?” he asked lowly, looking up at you as you looked down at him.
“Yes please,” you begged, a loud erotic moan escaping your throat as he opened his mouth and placed his top lip over your clit and his tongue right up inside your pussy, darting and twisting his tongue around in there.
Your hands flew to his head, grabbing his hair and arching up against his mouth as your legs shook with delight.
“Mmmmm,” you moaned with a little whimper, “this feels so good~,”
He twisted his head, this way and that, getting all angles and your pussy and clit were really starting to throb and ache for a release.
“Please, make me cum,” you begged, chest rising and falling rapidly as he pulled back and deposited some spit onto your clit then rubbed back and forth over it with his fingers.
“Woah?!” You moaned loudly, your body heaving with over stimulation.
At seeing how heavily your body reacted, he stopped and sat back, lining his cock up with your pussy before pushing into you.
The moan you released almost bought him undone. He was already so primed at that point that he had to take a little break so that he wouldn’t cum early- which is why he had gone down on you.
Raising your legs up, he held them straight by the ankles and thrust into you, watching your face contort with ecstasy.
After a few seconds of that, he dropped your lower half back down and flipped you over, grabbing a fist-full of your hair to hold onto as he pushed into your aching pussy once again.
“Harder,” you begged, “I want to cum. Make me cum, Aizawa!”
“Shouta…” he growled as he leaned over, “beg me again.”
“Shouta, please!” you wailed, your pussy pulsating with each firm thrust from Aizawa.
“Say it again,” he commanded, tugging on your hair.
“Shouta! Fuck me, please, don’t hold back!”
And with that, he let loose, forcing your body down onto the bed as he slammed into your from behind, hard and faster, making you wail as your body hit the climax and spasmed heavily.
“Yes! Ahhh~,” you cried, head pulled back by his fist as your fingertips scrunched into your bedsheets.
Aizawa wasn’t that far behind you and came hard as well, those deep grunts and quivering legs making you smile into the bedsheets as he let your hair go and held onto your hips as his cock ached out inside you.
After he came, he pulled out, kneeling back for a second to catch his breath while you lay there panting.
It had been a good release.
“Did you need a shower?” you asked him.
“I’ll shower at home,” he said as he got off the bed.
Your heart sank a little.
“Are you staying here for the night?” you asked him.
“I think I should go,” he replied, taking the condom off and reaching for some tissues.
“Are… are we ok?” you asked him.
“It’s not a good time to answer that question,” he replied softly, “I think I’ve done the wrong thing…”
“I don’t see anything wrong with it?” you replied with a lump in your throat as you sat up.
“I have already hurt you once, Y/N. I can’t keep doing this. I’m sorry. I let my guard down and I slipped.”
“What do you mean, hurt me? When? What? Don’t you think that this is hurting me?” you asked in a very hurt tone.
Aizawa couldn’t look at you. He knew he had royally fucked up.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, picking up his boxers and putting them on.
“Why can’t we just talk about this?” you asked, following him out into the hall with zero clothes on, as he went to retrieve the rest of his outfit that had been discarded down the hallway.
“This isn’t about you. This doesn’t concern you, this is about me,” he replied darkly, still not looking at you.
“It DOES concern me. You keep toying with me like this and it HURTS! I’m in love with you but you just keep playing my feelings like—,”
“Do you not think this is hard for me as well?!” he snapped, showing the first real signs of any emotion about this situation.
“Then why are we doing this?! Why is it so hot and cold?! Why do you keep holding me on the line!”
“Because I lo…. Because I have strong feelings for you too. But my desires to make you happy are stronger than my personal desires…” he replied in a defeated voice.
“I don’t understand,” you said, emotions finally boiling over in the form of tears, “what are you talking about?”
“Like I said. This is about me,” he replied, “I’m going now.”
You tried to get him to explain himself but he was tight lipped and didn’t speak another word to you as he gathered his things and left, leaving you to cry naked and ashamed on the hallway floor.
That was the second weekend that you don’t remember anything about. It was a good thing that no one could see how you had hit rock bottom as you lay wasting away in the bed those next 2 days.
You didn’t want to go back to UA again. Everything had been ruined. Your dream job had now become a painful experience and you wondered if you should just leave.
“You know what… I can’t do this any more. I need to leave UA,” you thought, staring miserably at your bedroom wall.