Deception || Aizawa x OC Fanfic

Ch. 7 - Tied Up

I listened as Aizawa turned off the water to his shower and I swallowed hard. He had seen me in worse positions. I had to do it. This was my only option. 

"Siri. Call Eraser."

"Calling Eraserhead."

"Hey, I'm upstairs. You could just yell for me." He answered. 

"I soundproof the room- I need help." 

"I thought you finished everything in your room?" He asked. 

"Shouta. I was filming content. With rope. I'm stuck." I winced and the rope scratched against my still-bruised wrists.

"Oh." He responded. 

"I need help." I whispered again. 

The phone beeped as he hung up and I could hear his footsteps come down the stairs. He knocked lightly on my door.

"Yeah- just. Can you keep your eyes closed?" I begged. 

"How am I supposed to untie you with my eyes closed?" He asked as he cracked the door open. 

"Please" I begged.

I heard him sigh before the door opened fully and he shuffled slowly into the room.with his eyes closed. "How many knots need to be untied?" He asked as he reached my bed. 

"My ankles and hands." I responded meekly. 

"Can you put your feet on my chest?", he asked. 

I wriggled around and put my feet on his chest. His hands were ice cold as he worked at the knot, freeing me. As my legs fell to the sides he leaned forward, looking for my hands. His hand landed directly on my chest. "SHO!" I squealed.

He moved his hand away quickly. "Sorry- sorry. I was trying to find your hands!"

"I need to turn over first!" I hissed. 

Clumsily I flipped over and wiggled to the edge of the bed so that I was on my stomach leaning on the bed and my feet were in the ground. Now standing between my legs, my ass was directly against his crotch. Silently I prayed I didn't leave a wet spot on his pants. 

"Okay, my hands are in front of you." I told him. 

Of course his hands first found my ass, if I didn't know better I would swear it was on purpose. He trailed his hands up my rear until he found my hands and started fumbling with the knot. "Its too fucking tight." He hissed.

Shouta, I swear to God I'm trying not to cum directly in your leg as you keep shifting your weight around, pick your words more wisely!

"I have to open my eyes. I need to see the knot to get it out." He decided

"Shouta!" I whined.

I felt his dick twitch in his pants as I whined. 

"Oh my god okay, fine, just hurry up.", I begged. 

He sucked in his breath and exhaled sharply. "Fuck." He hissed older his breath as he started trying with the knot, trying to figure out how to get it undone. "You really tightened this one a lot."

He leaned against me more, trying to get better leverage on this knot and I curled my toes, trying to keep myself from arching my back against him.

"Dude- I don't know how you did this." He hissed and he jerked my hands closer to him. I grunted and gasped at the same time. It was a moan okay? Jesus christ. "I'm sorry, I'm trying. I really am." He told me. 

My feet were starting to slip out from underneath me. My socks were sliding against the wooden floors and more if my weight was being pushed into his hips. 

I buried my red face into the sheets. I Was definitely going to leave a spot on his pants. I could feel my own wetness on my thighs. This was a nightmare. "Got it." He pulled me out of my thoughts as I felt the rope start to loosen. 

With my hand finally free I propped myself up on my elbows while he pulled the rest of the rope off of me. When the rope was tossed aside, he still didn't move. 

I was about to open my mouth and question him when I felt his fingers graze against the scars on my back. 

Instantly I jumped up and grabbed his hands. "Don't. Ever. Touch my back." I spoke through gritted teeth and tears in my eyes. 

"What happened?" He asked softly.

Still gripping his wrists I shook my head. "I don't like talking about it."

"Are all of your scars from the same person?" He wondered aloud. His face was so concerned. 

"Just the ones on my back." I bit my lip until I tasted blood. "The rest are from me."

His eyes widened and he looked down the length of my body briefly. He was in shock.

I let go of his hands and sat on my bed so I could wrap up the rope, hoping he would leave. "I don't understand- do you still…?" He trailed off as he sat gently in front of me.

I shook my head. "I quit the day I got my hero license. It's like alcoholism. It's addicting. I don't want to answer any more questions." A couple tears rolled down my cheeks. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you…" He moved closer to me and put his hand out to hold my face, he paused before touching me, as if he was asking consent.

Hesitantly I leaned my face into his hand. The gentleness of his touch made me feel safe. Neither of us spoke as he rubbed his thumb back and forth against my cheek. 

I suddenly became very self aware of how barely clothed I was and I covered my chest. "Can I uh- get dressed?"

"Yeah. I'm Sorry. I'll leave you alone for the evening." He apologized before standing up.

I watched as he walked out and I stared at my wall for a while. "Fuck." I whispered to myself. I stripped, removing the lingerie and cat ears, but leaving the collar on, the little bell made me happy. I started editing my photos before sending them all out, all except the ones I made for Shouta. 

After a while i still felt uneasy so I grabbed a shirt that fit me like a dress and quickly pulled it on before running out of my room looking for Aizawa.