"Fuck," I breathed, flopping back onto the bed, sweat dripping down my face. I struggled to catch my breath as I stared up at the ceiling.
Aizawa picked his head up from between my thighs, his grin glistening as he wiped his hand across his face.
"Again," he said, more of a statement than a question.
"Hell yes. But hold on, I need water." Rolling onto my side I grabbed my water bottle from his nightstand, chugging as much as I could.
"No time for breaks, kitten. I'm still hungry." Aizawa pulled at my legs to get me back into position and pushed my thighs open again, his eyes staring at me as if I truly were a meal about to be devoured.
"This was supposed to be a business meeting," I whined in a way that wasn't at all complaining.
"This is business," he insisted as his tongue licked long stripes up the inside of my thighs, making me shudder. "Important business."
"But you haven't signed your new contract yet," I started to say, but it came out as more of a whimper than actual speech.
"Shut up."
He started to press his mouth against me, but then pulled back, the seconds seeming to pass like hours.
"Shota, why?" His hot breath hovered over me, his mouth just out of reach of my hips. "If you're going to do it, do it. Don't tease me."
"I told you to shut up. Yet you're still talking."
As I groaned his tongue shot out, dragging straight up the middle of my entrance, a gasp escaping my mouth as I felt the warm wetness of his tongue against me.
"Good girls listen."
"I'll listen. I promise. Just please do that again."
"This?" he asked, his tongue repeating that same motion.
"Fuck yes that."
His hands shifted around to grab my ass and pull me against him, aggressively devouring me with his mouth. A gasp escaped my lips as one finger thrust inside, sliding back and forth with a quickening pace.
"Still want me to stop?" he asked, his finger, no, fingers, curling up and continuing to ruthlessly pound into me.
"No," was all I could pant, grabbing his sheets tightly. "Never."
"I'll go down on you for the next hour if it'll keep you from talking about business."
"Now that's a business deal we can both agree on."
He'd just resumed his attack with his mouth when my phone rang. With a groan I smacked the mattress with my fist. "Damn it. I have to get this," I told him. "It's Katsuki."
Aizawa sat back. "That means time's up, huh?"
"Probably. So... rain check?"
"Hm...."
Pulling himself up on my body he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. He got up off the bed and started looking for our clothes while I answered the phone.
"Are you done yet?" Katsuki immediately asked. "Did he sign the new contract?"
I noticed that Aizawa had found his clothes, but not mine, so I stood up and listened to Katsuki on the phone while I looked.
"Still kind of working on that."
"Tell Aizawa that you need the contract signed and delivered to your attorney tomorrow. Then tell him to make sure all of his paperwork is in because I swear to god if I have to refile it..." I held the phone away from my ear as his loud voice continued to shout orders about things that needed to be finished.
"Shota," Aizawa whispered to me. "It's been over a year since he graduated, he can use my first name."
I held my hand over the phone and whispered back. "He's being respectful."
"By yelling out orders?"
"You know how he is."
"You better get your ass home soon," Katsuki was still shouting into the phone, "I'm trying to get stuff done and this dumbass over here keeps lurking around the corners of the apartment acting like I can't see him."
"Oh shit, it's Tuesday," I realized, smacking my own forehead. "I thought it was Monday. I totally forgot."
"If he turns into an octopus or some shit in the middle of our apartment I'm going to throw up. It's freaking me out and I need you to come here and deal with him."
"Okay, I'm on the way."
I hung up the phone and noticed that Aizawa was standing in the doorway of his bedroom, fully dressed, staring at me.
"Did you put my clothes somewhere?" I asked, looking around. "And can you sign the contract? I'll take it to the attorney tomorrow, but I need to go. I completely forgot what day it was."
"No."
I stared back at him. "No?"
"Y/n."
"Yes?"
"This is my one kid-free afternoon. Hizashi has Eri for a few hours, and I'm going to take full advantage of it. Now get on your knees so I can fuck your face."
"But I – "
"I said get on your knees. Now."
Slowly, I got up off the bed and kneeled beside it, watching as his eyes took in my naked body.
"That's a good girl. For the past year you've been in charge of this company of yours, but here, in my bedroom, I'm in charge. Do you understand?"
I nodded as he approached, his hand already stroking his lengthy erection.
"Good."
Coming forward, he pressed the swollen tip against my lips. "Now open up," he commanded. "I'm not through with you yet."
But just because he told me to do something, didn't mean I had to do it.
My tongue reached out, giving him little tentative kitten licks, teasing him with gentle touches of my hands on his bare thighs.
"You're not listening again," he said, his voice a warning.
"What are you going to do about it?" I smirked, knowing full well what the answer was.
Quickly, he reached down, gripping my cheeks with one hand, forcing my mouth to pout and my lips to part before he pushed in. I let my mouth relax as he began to thrust forward, letting my head begin to bob up and down his length.
He let out a deep moan, throwing his head back.
"Damn, kitten. I love the way you do this."
I couldn't answer because then his hips began a ruthless pace, smacking against my face while he gripped the back of my head. He twirled his fingers in my hair to get a good handle on it before showing my head all the way down and holding me there.
"Relax your throat for me," he breathed.
We'd done this many times, but every time I still had to get used to how thick and long he was. After allowing me a second to adjust, Aizawa began to thrust again, much slower this time, each time pushing deeper and deeper, hitting the spongey part at the back of my throat.
He kept up this pace for a few more minutes, the grip in my hair getting tighter the closer he got. Finally, with a groan he stilled, his hips pressing forward while I felt him shoot down my throat.
"Swallow it all, kitten," he instructed, as if there was another choice.
Staring up at his dazed expression, his face covered in sweat, I locked eyes with him and swallowed every drop.
Pulling out, Aizawa dropped to his knees, crouching down at the same level as me. Still panting, he wiped my face, running a finger delicately along my raw lips.
"Now about this contract," he smiled. "Are blow jobs included?"
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Aizawa walked me out of the teacher dorm, and once outside I waved to a couple of the underclassmen who knew me when I was a student.
"Do you have to do that?" he muttered as we walked.
"What?" I asked innocently. "Embarrassed to be seen with me?"
"Never. That doesn't mean that I like the attention you seem to attract to yourself. I'm just thinking about your safety. You have to know that the idea of your company has a lot of people very uncomfortable."
"Well, they can kiss my ass."
He nodded. "Blunt as always. I'm not sure why I expected anything else."
"Seriously. Shota, look. If my blood can heal people, and I can share that ability with other people, then I feel like I almost have a responsibility to do so. You should think about it. There's a lot of people who would pay big money to have an 'Eraser' pill. Maybe you'll be my next test subject," I grinned. "Can I tie you to a chair and experiment on you?"
"Sounds like a good time."
"I'll make sure it is."
He laughed softly. "You're pioneering something here, and there are people who are going to want to take advantage of it. All I'm saying is that don't let the money make you lose sight of your real goals."
"Again with the life advice after sex, huh? Don't worry so much! I have a couple of super scary bodyguards, including this one super hot teacher."
"Super hot teacher, eh?"
"Yeah, he has the sexiest voice and the most wicked tongue."
We made it to my waiting car, and I leaned in to give him a hug, burrowing my face into his soft shirt before taking his hand. "You'll tell Eri I said hi?"
"Of course. Do you want to babysit sometime?"
"Not at all."
"But then I could say that I'm fucking the babysitter."
"We can role play that the next time I come over?"
"Next time it would be nice if you spent some time with her."
"You sure want me around her? I'm not really a kid person."
"I didn't think I was either, honestly."
"Shota, you are literally a teacher."
"Of older kids."
"I guess that's true," I admitted. "I like the idea of kids, just... from afar."
"I don't know. I think one day you might change your mind." When I gave him a look that told him that I thought he was crazy, Aizawa continued. "All I'll say is that I'm going to have trouble walking back to my apartment if I keep imagining you with a big, swollen belly."
"Don't put that voodoo on me!" I laughed, trying to get away, but he held my hand tightly, not letting go.
"I won't. Until you want me to," he leaned close to whisper. "And then I'll put it deep, deep inside you."
"Keep talking like that and I'm going to make you take me right here on the sidewalk."
Aizawa opened the door to the car, holding it open for me. It was only after the car was miles away that I realized that I never got his contract signed.