Aizawa shoved her against the door the second it clicked shut, his capture weapon already uncoiling from his neck like a living thing. "Strip. Now. I don't have patience for games tonight."
She didn't argue. Her shirt hit the floor first, then her bra. He watched with those half-lidded eyes, jaw tight, the bulge in his black pants already obvious. When she hesitated on her jeans he stepped in, yanked them down himself, and spun her to face the wall. His hand cracked across her ass hard enough to sting.
"Hands behind your back."
The weapon wrapped her wrists before she could obey. He pulled the binding tight, then dropped to his knees and spread her open with both thumbs. No teasing. His tongue dragged straight through her folds, rough and greedy, licking like he wanted to taste every drop she'd give him. She gasped and pushed back; he slapped her thigh and kept going, sucking her clit between his teeth until her legs shook.
"Fuck, you're soaked already," he muttered against her. Two fingers shoved inside without warning, curling hard. "This what you came here for? To get fucked stupid by your teacher?"
"Yes," she choked out.
He stood, freed his cock with one hand, and rubbed the thick head through her wetness. No condom. He never bothered when he was this worked up. One thrust and he buried himself to the hilt, groaning low in his throat. The stretch burned in the best way. He didn't wait for her to adjust; he fucked her like he meant it, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin loud in the dark apartment. Every stroke dragged over that spot inside her until she was dripping down her own thighs.
Aizawa's hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back so he could bite the side of her neck. "Take it. That's it. Squeeze me like that again and I'll fill you up right here."
She did, clenching around him on purpose. He cursed, pulled out, and flipped her around. The weapon shifted, lifting her legs until she was pinned against the wall with her knees by her shoulders. He slammed back in, deeper now, using the leverage to pound her exactly how he wanted. Sweat dripped from his hair onto her chest.
His free hand found her clit and rubbed it in tight, brutal circles.
"Come on my cock," he ordered. "Do it."
She came hard, shaking, cunt pulsing around him. He fucked her straight through it, chasing his own release with short, vicious thrusts until he buried himself deep and let go. Hot pulses filled her, leaking out around his cock as he stayed buried, breathing ragged against her shoulder.
He didn't pull out right away. Instead he rocked his hips lazily, pushing his cum deeper while she whimpered from oversensitivity. "Not done with you yet," he said, voice low and rough. "Bed. Now. On all fours."
By the time he was finished with her hours later, she was a mess of sweat, cum, and bite marks, and Aizawa looked almost relaxed for once, sprawled beside her with one arm thrown over his eyes. The capture weapon lay discarded on the floor, still slick.
