Cacklin to the sound of Chaos

sex ed professor!aizawa is too clever to get caught and you're too damn stupid to grasp the serious nature of the situation. that is, the afternoon you'd visited during his office hours and spent the next two hours keeping his cock nice and warm. "seems your essay isn't on my desk," he clicks his pen and shifts your weight on top of him. the dimly lit office provides a soft glow, reflecting nicely on his side profile. "it's alright, though. would rather have your perfect pussy wrapped around me instead." after so much time had passed, you had to beg for him to deliver an ounce of pleasure. "stop moving, be good for me. i'm almost finished." getting to fuck you after an exhausting amount of work was a reward for him just as much as it was for you. "i'm done for tonight. shall we transfer to the bedroom?"

nothing gets sex ed professor!aizawa's cock hard and ready as quickly as that greedy oral fixation of yours. and he's damn near just as eager to feel your tongue swirling around his fingers as you writhe on his lap. his boxers rest low on his hips, a dark happy trail extending downwards from his navel. "look at you drip, just from my fingers in your slutty mouth." your cunt has stained the fabric covering his large bulge that throbs painfully as your wetness soaks through. "haven't even touched your pussy yet." he doesn't need to, not when you're pathetically humping against his boxers. the friction motivates you to drool even more down to his knuckles, the tips of his fingers catching your bottom lip. "need something else to keep your lips busy? i got something for you right here, sweetheart."

sex ed professor!aizawa can tell how much of a whore you are based off of your sex toy collection. he assures you that masturbation is healthy, feeling his pants tighten with each toy you reveal. "well, i have a few dildos. one of them vibrates really high and i need to be quiet or else." he's relieved that none of them compare to his huge size, but feels slightly jealous knowing you've put anything other than himself inside you. "you don't need those toys, though. i satisfy you plenty, no?" the insecurity is unlike him, even thought the answer is blatantly obvious. "duh, i mean. it's not like you're always available, though. what if i want to cum when you're grading papers? then what?" you had a point, but he only mumbled in response to your logic. "sure, just know you cum much harder on my tongue."

sex ed professor!aizawa is nonjudgmental when it comes to kinks, but he didn't expect you'd be into restraints and bondage. he'd tied up women before and enjoyed the adrenaline rush that came with dominance. corrupting your body was no exception, your submissive nature making it difficult to repress his orgasm. "don't give me that look when i've got your hands tied behind your back." he commanded you to lie on your stomach, a silk ribbon of his choice adorning your bound wrists. his finger dips between your thighs, a groan trapped in his throat as he drags from your clit to your hole. "i love watching you tremble, you're beautiful at my mercy." he cherished your obedience and dedication to behave for him, unlike past partners who pushed his buttons on purpose.

telling sex ed professor!aizawa about your virginity was nervewracking at first. your inexperience gave him the incentive to be gentle, at least until you were addicted to his touch. "you're really giving your virginity to a man like myself?" the sheer size of his cock intimidated you before he removed his boxers, unsure if your pussy could take it. "oh, i know it'll be a tight fit. but i'll go slow, and if it hurts? we stop." after the first time sleeping together, he'd ruined every other cock for you. as an educator, shouta had studied the female anatomy for many years and applied that knowledge in his personal sex life. he fucked you as a gentleman would, bringing lube and condoms for safety precautions. "need you to relax for me," he hovers over you, your trembling legs on the sides of hips and the head of his cock at your entrance. "breathe." he talked you through your first time, from the initial breaching of your hole to the intensity of your first partnered orgasm.

sex ed professor!aizawa becomes increasingly bothered watching you flirt with other male students your age. they were obviously unaware of your arrangement and believed they had a chance with the most gorgeous girl on campus. "you gave that fucker your number? what happened to our rules?" his tone was venemous, as was the pace of his thrusting and the bruising grip on your thighs. "fuck, i'm sorry! 'm not gonna fuck him- i swear!" shouta was content with your flexible body folded beneath him in a mating press, unable to escape his wrath. "you just like to fuck with me, is that it? think i don't know what kind of slut i've turned you into?" kissing your ankle, he slowly lowers your legs to wrap around his waist intimately. "i'm the only man who gets to cum in this pretty pussy."

sex ed professor!aizawa spent one session with you focused entirely on your nipples. he loved how sensitive and responsive they are to his fingers and mouth, hardening at the slightest pressure. "mhm, could suck on these tits for hours." he wasn't lying, worshipping your breasts and tummy had him losing track of time. "so soft and malleable. your nipples get hard so fast, it's adorable." the globes of flesh fit ideally in his palms in any position he's taking you in. if a session is on the rougher side, he makes it a priority to gently massage your breasts rather than use them as leverage.

on spring break, you loved sending sex ed professor!aizawa nudes and lingerie pictures that compliment your figure. he's requested different toys for you to use, angles to film and to be positive that your face is never captured. recently, he purchased a new vibrator wand that was both powerful and quiet. your room had plenty of space to film you squirting all over your dildo and overstimulating your clit. occasional texts from him would come through, since calling was too suspicious. [ Can't wait for you to be back. Missing those long, slow nights when I get to take my sweet time with you. ] the man would be the death of you, at least until you graduated.