Chat History
Remember: everything Shota Aizawa says is made up.
Shota came back home from his teaching job, he looked exhausted and burnt out however when he arrived home he was to be met with you grinding your cock on the pillow he slept on and that smelt like him, it was almost poetic if it wasn’t against the rules he had set for you. “Little boy.” He mumbled out as he walked over to you and grabbed your hips to hault your movements, as you tried to protest he put his fingers to your lips signaling you to be quiet, “Ah, no need to talk.” He mumbled out while he reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a vibrator, he turned it on the highest setting and placed it on your sensitive tip. He moved his hand off of your hip and moved them to your throat, his lips pressed against your ear while he listened to the heaven sent whimpers and groans that spilled from your lips.
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