•Eraser Tales•(Aizawa)

Bad kitty (21)

Shouta paces towards the left side of the couch, which you can't help but giggle at his equipment bouncing. You move either direction that he heads in and the couch is large with a sturdy wooden frame. Round and round several times then he catches you, going the wrong way, behind the couch. Just as his hands snake out to grasp your middle, you dive, tuck and roll from over the back of the couch to tucking on the cushions then rolling to your feet, to stand ready again.

Wait a minute...you have worked out to get your stamina up it seems. You look your gorgeous self but you don't look too tired just yet. Sneaky kitten has gotten fit while its master has been away for long hours. This time Aizawa catches you between the end table and the couch.

He smirks arrogantly, "Going to give up now or am I going to get rough on you?'

"Uhm, I think you need to catch the furniture..." as you pick the large living room lamp up and toss it towards him.

Instinct kicks in and he reacts to catch the lamp. Which he does, does of course with little effort you just bought time. Shouta roughly manages to set it down before he is after you again. You know your punishment is going to be astronomical, so why not a trip to Pluto, in astronomical terms?

You streak by quickly to the island kitchen, snatching up the water bottle you use for your plants, in the kitchen window. You put the breaks on so Aizawa has to slam on his brakes or topple both of you, hard to the wood floor.

Once again, instinct to not really hurt you causes him to shuffle feet and twist his body, not to knock you down. Just as he stands off balance with hands out and up, feet spread, you point the water bottle sprayer at him and say, as if he is the bad cat.

"Bad Shouta!" you spray his face three times then shove the water bottle into his chest.

You have actually stunned the man. What has gotten into you? Well its certain means he needs to fuck it out of you and make it so you are not able to walk, for three days straight!

Once more you take up your position behind the couch. Your mind side rails for a moment, as his stomp is even more pronounced and so his bouncing man junk. Aizawa notes your eyes, are not on his face but his groin and you have commented often 'doesn't that hurt?'

Now he has you off guard when he does a perfectly executed martial flip over the couch then a two handed grab to secure you in his lean muscled arms. His blood is pumping and so his primative mind goes to just to a straight a bend over fucking, on the couch. Though this time it's not the arm of the couch. No, it's the back and your feet are not touching the ground or a cushion. You are perched over the top with your head hanging down for a bit of a blood rush and your ass propped up nice and high.

Rough, calloused hands grip your hips firmly then the sound of a loud smack to your right ass cheek. It stings slightly but it's more a shock, get your attention spank. You squeal out from a combination of surprise and pent up desire.

Looking back best now, Aizawa is apologetic to you for his behavior, but at this moment he has lost his reasoning mind. Two fingers on his left hand get slid in rapidly to drag your wetness out. He coats the head of his red tinted tip then he powers in as his hands pull you towards him.

You hiss and groan out. The combination of friction and stinging of your walls from such a rough thrust. The not so gentle bump of his curved and veiny cock touching base with your cervix. His hands grope you harshly to settle your position so he can't hit your cervix as easily. He loves it rough but not to injure you inside with bruising something.

Now the filthy talk starts up. He hisses his words out between clenched teeth, "So is this what my poor, neglected kitten is kneading (needing)? Is this the kind of playing you are starved for? A long, hard fucking until you can't see straight?"

You respond with a long moan as you still have blood rushing to your brain. Or is he fucking your brain directly is why your addled brain?

"That's not an answer Kitten, " he growls out. "Words, use words or I'll use you like a cock sleeve."

"Yes Sir!" you howl out. "My master!"

His left hand reaches down to fist your hair and raise it up, so the blood is no longer rushing to your poor, flooded mind. Your whole body shakes and flops under his powerful thrusts. Some of your sex sounds come out warbly.

You have gotten him so fired up he doesn't realize he lost being in charge. The Dom lost this round. He may be top. He maybe fucking your brains out but he is not the one in control currently. When Aizawa figures this out, oh big dogs, is he going to be displeased.

Though you have always, in the end, been a beautiful, spirited submissive. Yet, it's not just your body but your mind too, he loves. You, from time to time, out smart him and leave him attentive 'on his toes' so to speak.

He may growl, huff and puff. He says he's going to harshly discipline you but in the end, it's about the balancing act, the well practiced intimate dance that you both perform with utter devotion and unwavering love for each other.

So what if you 'push' his buttons occasionally? That's when the best sex happens....