You knew sneaking into the training grounds after hours was a bad idea, but the moment Aizawa’s capture weapon wrapped around your wrists and yanked you back against his chest, all that regret turned into pure heat. “Thought you could get away with breaking curfew?” His voice was low and rough against your ear, the scarf tightening just enough to pin your arms behind you. He spun you around, those tired eyes narrowing with something darker. “Strip. Now.”
Your clothes hit the mat in a messy pile. Aizawa didn’t waste time. He shoved you down onto the padded floor, one knee between your thighs, forcing them open. His fingers went straight to your cunt, two thick ones pushing inside without warning. “Already wet. Figures. You came here looking for this.” He pumped them hard, thumb grinding your clit in rough circles while his other hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back so you had to watch his face. “Look at you. Dripping on my fingers like a desperate little slut.”
You moaned loud when he added a third finger, stretching you fast and dirty.
Aizawa’s mouth crashed over yours, tongue shoving deep while he finger-fucked you open. The wet sounds filled the empty gym. He pulled his hand free only to slap your pussy twice, sharp and stinging, then lined his cock up and shoved in to the hilt in one brutal thrust. You cried out; he just grunted and started pounding.
“Take it,” he growled, hips snapping hard enough to jolt your whole body. The capture weapon stayed looped around your wrists, keeping you helpless while he railed you. Every thrust bottomed out, his balls slapping your ass, cock dragging over that spot inside you that made your vision blur. “Fuck, you’re tight. Clenching like you want me to ruin this cunt.”
He flipped you onto your stomach without pulling out, yanking your hips up so your ass was in the air. One hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pinning you down as he fucked you deeper, rougher. The scarf shifted, wrapping around your throat just tight enough to make your pulse race. “You like being used, don’t you? Say it.”
“Yes—fuck, yes,” you gasped.
Aizawa’s pace turned punishing. He reached under you, rubbing your clit fast and messy while he drilled into you. Your orgasm hit sudden and violent, walls pulsing around his cock, slick gushing down your thighs. He didn’t stop. He fucked you straight through it, grunting every time you squeezed him.
When he finally pulled out, he flipped you again and straddled your chest. His cock, shiny with your come, shoved between your lips. “Suck.” You opened wide and he fucked your mouth, one hand still tangled in your hair, controlling the depth. Spit ran down your chin as he used your throat, hips snapping shallow until he pulled back and painted your tits with thick ropes of come.
Aizawa didn’t untie you right away. He dragged two fingers through the mess on your chest and pushed them into your mouth. “Clean it up.” You licked them clean while he watched, eyes half-lidded but still sharp. Only then did the scarf loosen. He hauled you up against him, one arm around your waist, and muttered against your temple, “Next time you break the rules, I’m not going easy on you.”
You were already planning your next curfew violation.
