Chapter 0 - remember how i made you scream

Aizawa is, generally speaking, a reserved man. That is something that Tsuyu can relate to, something that probably helped bring the two of them together, though how two people as reserved as them managed to cross so many boundaries together is still a mystery to her, despite her direct involvement in it.

He is her teacher, and she knows better than to tell anyone about what the two of them get up to when they meet up outside of class. She knows better than to tell anyone that they meet up outside of class at all, keeping as quiet as ever when the other girls start talking about boys. It isn’t all that suspicious, since she has never had much to say on the subject to begin with, beyond the usual snarky quip whenever certain topics are brought up.

Tsuyu isn’t sure why he is so interested in her, but at the same time, she isn’t quite sure why she is so interested in him either. Something just drew her to her teacher, a man twice her age that she never should have had a chance with from the start, and now, she sees him on the weekends, and sometimes after school, when the two of them are feeling particularly bold. ‘Bold’ is never a word she thought she would associate with herself, at least not where her love life was concerned. ‘Secret’ and ‘affair’ are similar words, in that regard.

“You’re probably going to get disillusioned with me any day now,” Aizawa says to her once, during one such private meeting. “Right now, you might still be a little star struck- for whatever reason- but that’ll probably fade pretty soon.”

“Why is that, Mr. Aizawa?” she asks, ever the attentive student, even now.

“Not sure why you have a crush on me, but you do, and you like that you’re getting attention, but you’re a smart girl. You know, in the back of your mind, that I’m just a dirty old man doing it with a teenager, right?” he asks, and he gives her that smile of his, with no other word for it but sleazy, and yet, she still likes it. She still finds it charming, in its own way, just like she does the rest of him.

Tsuyu knows that he is being entirely honest with her. He has a habit of being blunt, probably trying to scare her off because he doesn’t have the self-control to hold back just as long as she is giving him her consent. The only option that he has is to make her ditch him completely, even if that results in her outing them and ruining his life and his career. But she has no intention of doing that either way, having already promised him her secrecy, and she meant it then.

Not only would she not do that to him, but she does not want the attention that would come along with outing their affair. Even if he does something heinous enough to warrant ruining his life, she would not do it, because she does not want that intention.
Aizawa hopes that he can scare her off in some way, no matter how much he may want her to stick around, and she knows that he is right, about everything that he says. She knows that he is every bit the dirty old man he calls himself, even if she does not think he is particularly old, just older than her. He is taking advantage of her naivety, her lack of experience, and her crush on him, but she just brushes off what he says, casual and unaffected, behaving just as she would in any other situation.

“It’s alright,” she replies. “Even if I get disillusioned, I don’t think I’d want to stop.”

“I said you’re a smart girl, Tsu. Don’t make me take it back.” But there is humor in his voice this time, a bit of a teasing glint in his eyes, and she knows that he is happy with her admission, even if there had been a part of him hoping that she might walk out on him. There is still that part of him that wants her to, and that part will always be happy when she chooses to stay, again and again.

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She gives him so many of her firsts that she loses count and begins to wonder about the significance of firsts , wondering if it really matters which time was the first, which date she surrendered which part of herself, and what really counted as giving up her innocence. When she says that out loud one day, Aizawa laughs to himself and says that, sometimes, he thinks that she is just as jaded as he is. Whether or not he means it as a compliment, she takes it as one, chalking it up to another thing that they have in common, another reason that they may have been drawn to each other.

It is not as if she is blind to the nature of their relationship. She knows that she gives up so many firsts because that is all they really have the chance to do. The two of them can’t go on dates or see each other out in public, and at school, they are little more than student and teacher, with Aizawa paying less attention to her now than he did before they began this.

All they do when they are alone together is fuck, in different ways sometimes, as she discovers new firsts that she had never been told about before, and that is the extent of their relationship. It’s true that they talk quite a bit, that she slowly reveals herself more and more to him, and she likes to think that she is coming to know him better than most people, but she is not blind to the true nature of their relationship, knowing that there is little substance, that they rely entirely on expressing themselves physically, if they are to express themselves at all.

She likes it like this, however. After all, she does not like getting too much attention, preferring to blend in where she can, preferring to keep everything casual. Even if she were in a “normal” relationship, one that was more socially acceptable perhaps, she thinks that she would still want to do things just like this. Staying in and keeping to themselves is just the way she likes to do them, so regardless of their circumstances, she is happy just like this.

Sitting back in his lap, she leans her head back on his shoulder so that he can lean down to kiss her, a hand already making its way up her shirt. As he gropes her, playing with one of her nipples all the while, she softly moans into his kiss, fidgeting on his lap. The two of them were just relaxing together, just watching TV, but they both knew it would turn into this soon enough. Neither of them are able to keep apart for long, and she was asking for it, sitting on his lap like that.

How could he help but turn his attention entirely to her?

Shifting around, she lets him push her off of his lap, lets him get up while she lays down on the couch. He kneels next to her, pushing her shirt up so that he can tease her under her bra, rolling her nipples between his fingers, both hands pushed under. Tsuyu bites the inside of her cheek, keeping her soft moans completely muffled. She has never been a loud lover, but he likes to see how much noise he can get her to make, even if she never makes that easy for him.

“Sit back up, let’s get you out of that,” he says, pulling his hands back. Tsuyu would whine, but whining is hardly like her, even when she feels as needy as she does right now, to think that him moving his hands for only a moment is some great loss.

She strips from the waist up, and when he gives her a look, she strips the rest of the way, before laying back down on his couch, and letting him kneel over her again. Aizawa puts a hand between her legs this time, pressing his lips against one of her nipples, and her mouth opens reflexively, a soft moan escaping. That’s another point for him, she thinks, but keeping score is useless, especially when she will be too out of her mind to even think about it by the time he is really making her moan for him.

He teases her with one of his fingers, not quite pressing it inside of her, just running it up and down, causing her to squirm even more. As he begins to lightly suckle at her breast, tongue flicking over her nipple, she can feel herself growing hazy with lust. It’s all so good, all much too good, because he knows by now just what to do to overwhelm.

Pulling his lips back, he smirks up at her, an almost playful expression on his face as he says, “It always blows me away just how wet you get when I’ve hardly even done anything.” She blushes, just like she always does, but does not comment on it and does not let it fluster her. He says this every time, always making sure to mention how wet she is, how it’s different than anything he is used to, with both of them knowing that it is part of her unique biology. He loves it, how she is left dripping from even the slightest stimulation, and it has made a lot of things easy for them, allowing her to get used to pretty much anything.

That is exactly what he is getting at, as well. His smirk not fading in the least, he says, “Why don’t we see just how much you can take?” She gives him a confused look, not understanding the question at first. They have fucked so many times now that it is very well established that she can take his cock without difficulty. Seeing her confusion, he says, “How many of my fingers can you take? We’ve made it up to three, and I think four is a given if it’s my pinkie, even if we haven’t tried that yet. But…what about my thumb? What about my hand?”

“Are you asking if you can fist me?” she asks rather bluntly, and that throws him off for just a moment. By now, she thinks he would be used to how blunt she can be, but sometimes, she is still able to take him by surprise when her timing is right.
“Nothing gets past you,” he replies, once he has recovered from the initial surprise of hearing her say something so plainly. “Do you think you’re up for it? I bet you could handle it just fine, since you’re already so wet.”

His teasing tone causes her to shiver a bit in excitement, and though the concept should be enough to make her nervous, she finds herself accepting it entirely instead. She wants to feel his hand inside of her, wants to see if she is really capable of taking it, and if he wants to give it to her, then now seems like as good a time as any. Nodding, she says, “Go for it.”

The first finger slips inside of her with no resistance, not with how wet she is, not with how turned on he already has her. He goes back to sucking on her nipple as he begins to finger her, and she goes back to biting the inside of her cheek, wondering just how long she will be able to stay silent while he does something like this to her. It is almost like a test of sorts, a test of her composure, and of his ability to make her scream for him. One finger is nothing, but that is still just the beginning, with so much more to come.

His second finger is also pretty easy, but they both know that already. They both know what she can take, and they both probably already know that she can take even more than that, that she really will be able to take his hand. With two fingers inside of her, and his tongue still trailing shapes over her nipple, Tsuyu can feel herself relaxing even more, giving into all the pleasure that he offers her, and craving more, so much more from him. She is not sure what it is about her homeroom teacher that has turned her so insatiable, but there is nothing to be done about that now, especially not with how far they have gone together.

They might someday reach a point where there is nothing left for him to give her, no new pleasures to show, and she wonders if she will still be insatiable then, or if she will finally be content. If it is the former, she has a feeling that this will not be the end of the fun, because if she really is that insatiable, then surely she will be able to come up with even more, even if he is drawing blanks. She allows herself to think that far into the future, because she does not believe his claims that she will become disillusioned with him, or, even if she does, she does not think that will be enough for this to come to an end. No matter how he may feel about the nature of their relationship, she is happy with him, happier than she has ever been.

As he spreads his two fingers apart, working them in a scissoring motion, a moan slips out, before she can think to stop it, and he pulls back so that she can hear the way he chuckles, knowing that he was able to get her to make that noise. With that, he switches off, so that he can run his tongue along her other nipple, sucking it and giving it the same amount of attention, his fingers never slowing inside of her, not until he is ready to work a third finger in.

The third finger is fairly easy as well, not met with much resistance, but again, they have done this already. He knows that she can take it, and the fourth finger follows along with no difficulty, just as he had predicted, because it does not take much to fit a pinkie inside of her. The real challenge is coming up, with his thumb, and then the heel of his hand, and she can feel herself growing more and more excited, knowing that she is about to know if she can actually take it and, more than likely, about to feel his entire hand inside of her.

The more excited she gets, of course, the easier it becomes for him as well, the two of them never really needing lube here because of the way her body handles that. He pulls back, head resting on her chest as he smirks up at her and asks, “You’re holding up alright, aren’t you? Are you ready for more?”

“Yes, Mr. Aizawa,” she says in a small voice, sounding just the same as she would if she were answering a question in class. She is not completely sure because she has never asked, but she thinks that he likes it even more when she acts like this, reminding him of the true nature of their relationship, reminding him of the taboo here.

At the very least, it spurs him on enough that he starts to work his thumb inside of her, slowly but surely pushing forward, moving his hand from side to side, and finally, Tsuyu is caught off guard, a sudden moan escaping her, coming out much louder than intended. It almost feels as if he is too big for her, even though she knows that is not the case, that there would be pain if he was. She is just not used to him having to work so carefully to fit, and it is strange and new and so arousing that she is completely unable to control her moans, growing more pathetic for him with each passing second, until finally, he has done it.

“How’s that?” he asks, pausing once he has his hand buried inside of her, remaining perfectly still for the time being, all to make sure that she is alright.

“G-good,” she mumbles, barely able to breathe now. She has never felt anything like this before, and she is overwhelmed, but she at least knows that she does not want him to stop, that she wants even more from him.

“Do you want me to keep going?” asks Aizawa, still playing it safe for her, and all she can do is nod, quickly growing too desperate to even attempt to reply to him.

Slowly, she feels his hand start to curl into a fist, and she gasps and whimpers, her voice failing her now, so overwhelmed and flustered that she can’t even moan for him anymore. His eyes meet hers, and he stares her down as he closes his fist, never taking his eyes off of her, not even as he slowly begins to release his fist, making her cry out all over again, gasping for breath, pushed closer to the edge, and so out of her mind with pleasure that she can barely process anything beyond that.

It is when he is curling his hand into a fist for the second time that she finally comes, her body feeling as if it is completely wracked with the spasms of it, eyes drifting shut as she cries out to him, so lost for the moment that she can’t even think, almost as if she has blacked out, but somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows that she is still conscious.

When she does finally start to recover from the intense climax, Aizawa is taking things slowly as he pulls his hand back out from her. Her eyes open to meet his again, and he is smirking at her as he asks, “That wasn’t too much for you to handle, was it?”

“Not at all,” she replies, surprised that she can even speak at this point. “Let’s do that again sometime.”

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