After the ceremony, the applause quickly fades. Everyone does something different: people disperse, Mom wipes her already red and dry eyes, Dad chats with some Pro Hero he's known for a while, Ryota, on the other hand, pretends to be bored, but shakes Rumi's (Mirko) hand while she strokes his hair. My team surrounds me like a pack of proud puppies, some pulling each other's hair, some telling each other to go fuck themselves... but I feel something strange, invisible, tugging at the back of my neck. I turn around.
I see Aizawa-sensei talking to Recovery Girl, nodding frequently, but I notice that he... doesn't stop looking at me. And when our eyes meet for the thousandth time, a shiver runs down my spine. I know what he wants; I can see it in his eyes.
And then it happens.
An incredible flash tears through the sky, the generators roar, and then... bang. The room, the hall, plunges into darkness. A faint murmur of surprise can be heard, some scream, others laugh in amusement, surely ready to play some prank.
Present Mic shouts, "It's not my fault, I swear!"
When suddenly, a hand grabs my wrist. A firm, warm hand. I whirl around.
"Hey! Who-?"
I'm dragged back, my eyes still adjusting to the darkness, and I struggle to walk.
"Let go of me! Who are you?!" I exclaim, quite worried.
But the grip doesn't loosen an inch. I spread my wings, trying to fly, but the ceiling is too low for it, so I lose my balance.
I'm pulled against a wall, gently, but the way he does it still takes my breath away. I can't see anything... but I can hear everything.
"Shh, it's me, Eri."
Aizawa-sensei's voice sends shivers down my spine. I feel the heat of his body pressing against mine, his raspy breath tickling my ear, his fingers digging into my hips with a possessiveness that makes my stomach clench. I don't need any light to recognize that touch; I know it all too well, as his fingers slip under the thin fabric of my dress, moving up my thighs with incredible slowness, as if he had all the time in the world. As if I were his, here and now, and nothing else mattered.
His lips brush my earlobe.
"Don't make any noise, baby."
I press my lips together, but it's too late. A sound, a moan, has already escaped me, by the time his hands are everywhere: he slides up my back until he's wrapped around the nape of my neck, forcing my head back, exposing my throat. His other hand slides lower, past the silk of my underwear, his fingers slipping between my already wet lips without warning.
"Ah, you're already wet..." he whispers. "You like it, huh? The risk. The idea that someone might see you like this, with your thighs spread and my hand between your legs."
I try to protest, but the words die in my throat as his fingers move, two of them sliding inside me with a sharp thrust, stretching the tight walls of my pussy until I see stars. A sharp pain, followed by pleasure so intense it makes my knees tremble.
"N-no...that's not...ah! No, not like that..."
"I don't believe you..." He interrupts me, adding a third finger, curling it inside me.
"Does the thought of someone seeing you turn you on, too? Or someone turning around and seeing you while I fuck you against the wall?"
Those words make my blood run cold, but my body reacts in exactly the opposite way. My internal muscles contract around his fingers, squeezing them, as if I am trying to hold them inside me. I know that someone will surely pass by here, or that the lights could come back on at any moment, also because I hear Hawks-sensei's laughter approaching, and the idea that he could touch me while Aizawa-sensei is already using me makes me blush with shame and desire at the same time.
"Right, Eri? Say you like it," he insists, his mouth sliding down my neck. "You like the thought that they might notice us, huh? That they might hear you."
His words are a stab of truth that pierces my chest. I know I should stop him, that I should push him away (especially since my family is here), I should scream, do something... but instead my hands cling to his shoulders, as if I could anchor myself to him so as not to drown in the sin we're committing.
With a tug, he lifts the skirt of my dress to my waist, the fabric bunching around my hips. I feel his already hard cock pressing against my abdomen. My heart pounding in my chest, so loud I'm sure everyone can hear it. We're not in a dream anymore; this is reality.
Then I hear the sound of his belt undoing. And the zipper coming down.
"Here," he orders, pushing something soft and heavy into my hand. It's his tie. "Bite it. And don't make a fucking noise."
I don't have time to react, as usual with him. Aizawa-sensei grabs my wrists, pulls them behind my back, and locks them with one hand, while with the other he lifts my leg, forcing me to wrap it around his waist. Then...
-slam-
His cock enters me in one sharp, brutal thrust, without warning. I jolt, my back snapping against the wall, my lips parting in a cry that doesn't escape. It's enormous, bigger than I remembered, bigger than my body can contain without a struggle. My inner walls stretch around him, burning, pain mingling with pleasure.
"God, Eri...you still look like a virgin, you're so tight."
But I'm not anymore, and he knows it very well. But the words have had the desired effect: I arch against him, my body desperately trying to adapt to his invasion, my muscles contracting around his cock in an involuntary reflex. He grunts silently, his fingers tightening around my wrists, as if he wanted to leave his mark.
"Do you remember the last time I fucked you like this?" he asks, starting to move inside me with slow, deep thrusts that make me see stars. "It was at Tess's house. I laid you down on the bed and got on top of you."
If I hadn't had the tie clenched between my teeth, I would have already screamed with pleasure. The memory ravages my mind.
"And now..." he continues, "I'm fucking you again. In the middle of all these assholes. And there's nothing you can do to stop me."
His words feel like a whiplash on my already sensitive skin. I feel humiliated. Used. And God, I love it!
His every thrust turns me on even more, his fingers landing on my swollen clit and he begins rubbing it with perfect pressure, while his cock continues to pound me mercilessly. I bite down on the tie with all my strength, the sounds escaping my throat muffled by the fabric, tears burning the corners of my eyes from the effort of staying silent.
"Good, Eri," he whispers, picking up the pace, his hips slamming against mine with an ever-increasing rhythm. "Take my cock and be quiet. Even though you know anyone could turn around and see you with your panties down and your pussy full of me."
I imagine Hawks-sensei, drunk and sweaty, turning toward us. I imagine his eyes adjusting to the darkness just in time to see Aizawa-sensei fucking me against the wall, his cock disappearing inside me with every thrust, my breasts bouncing with every stroke. The idea drives me crazy, my body responding with a wave of fluids that floods his fingers, completely soaking his hand.
"Fuck, how wet you are!" he growls, his fingers moving faster on my clit, pressing, rubbing.
The pleasure builds inside me, unstoppable. There it is, the warm wave starting from my stomach, ever tighter, ever closer to the breaking point...
Then I hear a laugh. Too close. Too familiar.
"Eri-chan?" Hawks-sensei's voice echoes in the darkness, confused, but too close for my taste. "Where have you been, huh? I have something for you..."
Panic overwhelms me. I tense, my muscles tightening around his cock, which grunts with the effort of staying still. I can hear Hawks approaching, his footsteps uncertain in the darkness, his hands brushing against tables, glasses, trying to orient himself.
"Don't. Move." Aizawa-sensei orders against my lips. His fingers tighten around my wrists, as if to sheath me with the wall, making me invisible.
I hold my breath.
Hawks is here. So close I can smell his cheap aftershave. If I reached out, I could touch him. He could feel the heat of our bodies, feel the sweat on my skin, feel-
"Where is she, damn it?" He mutters, his voice a little too loud. A hand brushes my arm, and I jump, a strangled sound escaping my lips despite my tie.
But Aizawa-sensei is tired of waiting.
In a swift movement, he covers my mouth completely with one hand, blocking out any sound, while,with the other hand, he squeezes my breast, his fingers closing around the already hard nipple, twisting it just enough to bring tears to my eyes.
"Hawks," Aizawa-sensei says, his voice calm, almost bored, as if he hadn't just buried his cock inside his student. "I'm looking for her too. I think she went to the bathroom."
Hawks chuckles, his hand moving away from my arm, thankfully.
"Ah, Eri-chan! She always runs away, that one. If you find her, tell her I want to congratulate her."
"I'll tell her," he replies, his voice controlled.
Hawks's footsteps fade away, his laughter fades into the darkness, and only then do I dare to breathe again. Adrenaline rushes through my veins, making every sensation more intense, more raw.
As soon as Hawks is far enough away, he starts moving inside me again, this time without any gentleness. His thrusts are hard, punishing, his cock pounding into me mercilessly, as if he were punishing me for almost exposing him. I cling to him, the tie still clenched between my teeth, the sounds coming out of my throat muffled by the fabric.
"Shit, shut up, Eri," he says, his teeth scraping my neck. "Then they'll find out and you'll get even wetter."
His fingers return to my clit, rubbing it thoroughly. I feel that pleasure building inside me again, and Aizawa-sensei can tell, probably because my pussy is choking him.
"Yes, yes, cum baby," he commands, gripping my hips more firmly and increasing the pace.
The orgasm hits me like a train, as I squeeze his cock, feeling it throbbing inside me, a wave of warm juices flooding him, wetting his balls, dripping down his thighs. My legs are shaking, my body is wracked by uncontrollable spasms, but he doesn't stop.
Not yet.
Aizawa-sensei holds me up, one arm around my waist, while with the other hand he lifts my other leg, opening me even wider, allowing him to thrust even deeper. I feel every inch of him, every vein, every pulse of his cock inside me, and I know he's about to..."
"I'll fill you up," he warns me, "I'll fill you up, Eri."
With one final thrust, he buries his cock all the way in, his balls contracting against my ass, and then...
-splosh-
I feel the heat of his cum flooding me, thick, abundant, filling my uterus with an almost painful pressure. He moans into my neck, his hips still moving, pushing every last drop into me, as if he wanted to brand me, claim me, make me feel his seed dripping down my thighs for days.
"All in," he gasps, "Every fucking drop."
I'm too dazed to respond. My body is a tangle of sensations: the pain of his fingers gripping my hips, the heat of his cum coursing through me, the sweat that soaks my skin, mixing with the tears streaming down my cheeks.
He finally stops and lets go. His breathing is labored, his cock still hard inside me. He lets go of my wrists, but only to bury his fingers in my hair, searching my eyes in the darkness.
"What happened...wasn't a mistake."
My heart stops for a second. I hold my breath. He pauses, a long one. As if he were choosing each word with tweezers.
"And it wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing."
He brushes his thumb over my wrist, a slow, gentle movement. My eyes widen, my heart pounding.
"As you know, I've been trying to stay away. And you know why, Eri."
My breathing becomes shallow. I feel the ground slipping away from me.
"But it doesn't work. Not with you."
He caresses my cheek with his fingers.
"You worry me more than anyone. And it shouldn't happen."
I'm about to open my mouth, wanting to say something too, but he beats me to it.
"But it happens anyway."
Another pause. He leans close to my ear, barely whispering.
"I want you in my life. I want you for who you are. Not as a colleague or a student."
He places a hand on my chest, as if to calm my breathing, or my racing heartbeat.
"If you want to stay...I'm here. I'm not good with words, you know. I'll be a little heavy-handed," he searches my eyes in the darkness. "But what I feel for you is real. And I have no intention of letting it go."
Then, softly, almost like a breath in the air.
"Not anymore..."
I remain still for a moment. Aizawa-sensei's words are invading my senses. I almost can't believe he actually said it. Then I move closer to him, before it's too late. I place a hand on his damp chest and speak, in a clear voice.
"I...I love you, sensei."
I'm breathing hard. My heart is about to leap out of my chest. The truth rises in my throat.
"For a long time."
I lower my gaze for a second, then look up again with a sweet, adult determination.
"Since I realized you didn't look at anyone the way you looked at me. Even when you did everything you could to hide it."
I let out a half smile.
"I suffered, yes. Because I thought it was you who didn't want me. I thought it was wrong, impossible..."
A deep breath...and then I hug him. I hold him tightly, no longer afraid or hesitant.
"But I still want you. And I always will. I don't care how hard it is. I don't care if you go slowly, if you're scared, or if we fight again...I want you. Always and only you."
I pull away just enough to look him in the eyes (so to speak, in the darkness), with a special smile.
"If you want me, I'll stay."
His cock pulls out of me, leaving me empty, trembling, as his cum drips down my thighs.
Someone, somewhere in the room, shouts that the lights are coming back on. A blinding flash floods the room, followed by the buzz of some spotlights coming back on. I blink, disoriented, and find myself staring at my own reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall. My eyes wide, my lips swollen, my hair disheveled, my dress wrinkled and my skirt still hiked up, revealing my panties pulled down and my thighs slick with his cum.
And, worse yet, him.
He grabs me and kisses me, in front of everyone.
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