𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 56 | Tongue

My eyes widened, he has a long tongue. Nope, no, not happening. HES LITERALLY TEASING YOU ON PURPOSE. He didn't lose eye contact, seriously, he was making sure I watched him. I was literally almost shaking. I can't let this happen, I won't let him succeed in teasing me again. That's not fair.

He moved forward a little and I took my hand, grabbing a hold of his hair. He hissed through his teeth and watched my other hand come forward. He squeezed my thighs and I gave a gasp, with my other hand I got it close to his face. I held it close to his lips. So close I could almost feel them. I made his lips level with my fingers and backed up my hand a bit.

I leaned in a little and put that hand between us,

"Fuck." I flipped my middle finger up and made sure he was watching. "You."

I stood up and his hands slid off me, he gazed up at me, watching as I stepped to the side, a smile pulling at him. I grabbed my bag and swiftly spun, walking out the door.

I took a fast turn and almost slipped, but I was out of view so he wouldn't have seen it. I quickly speed walked through the hallways to my apartment, I can't let anybody see me wearing this. It's a Sunday so I think I'm fine. I reached my apartment and fumbled my keys, I had then realized I was shaking really bad. Like my legs looked as if they were about to give out. I crossed them and groaned. This was torture, I grabbed my wrist and steadied my other hand to get the key in. It missed and I fell face first into the door.

"Fuck, damn it." I grunted and pushed off. "Can you just calm down, it wasn't that big of a deal."

I was trying so hard to convince myself what happened didn't happen, but I couldn't stop shaking. I probably look like I'm dying or something.

I shoved the key in and sighed loudly, "Fuckin' A." I twisted and got into the apartment fast. A cat popped out of the couch, watching in confusion as I frantically sped around.

"Sorry, Giz, I've gotta shower. Treats later."

It was the same, nothing different, perfect. I ran to where the washing machines sat and quickly took off the clothes throwing them in. My feet clapped the floor in watery unison as I ran to the bathroom. Slamming the door I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. I was trembling,

"Get over it." I spat and turned on the shower.

Nope, I'm not going to think about it. Do I want the water cold or hot? Warm, whatever, not too warm though. I moved around things and waited for a bit, feeling the water here and there. It was finally perfect so I instantly jumped in, closing the curtain behind me.

Why did the water feel so weird. Hold on, I looked down and the water was directly on both of my thighs. Why did it feel so physical? It was warm like finger tips. No, no. I took my hand and quickly turned the knob to cold. I gave a short grin as water ran down from my hair to my neck. It met my thighs and I shivered, instantly I jerked myself to look at my thighs.

"Fucking sensitive today, huh?" I mean it was the day I finally got feeling to them back but damn.

This time the water pressure and coldness made it seem as though a males finger tips were pressed on both. No, no, nope. Just think about it for one second, no harm. That was my dumb inner self talking. I gave in.

Aizawa had been down in front of me breathing on different parts of my body, edging me without doing anything. All while his hands were simply rested on my thighs as I could feel his cold finger tips pressed into them. That couldn't have just happened, really. No, honestly, that was ungodly, but I will never put teasing past him. That was surely one of the biggest teases I've had in my whole fucking life, wow. If him just touching my thighs feels that good, I can't even imag- No, nope. No thanks, I'm good.

"This is fucking getting ridiculous." I wanted to scream and slap at myself.

I'm glad I stopped him before he teased me with his fucking tongue, shit. It would have been just a tease but stopping him before that was powerful, and if I hadn't I would have been left crying. I mean, I still want to cry because I let it happen again, but just not as bad. I couldn't move, the water still felt cold, cold as his fingertips and it hit directly onto my thighs.

"Can you stop?" I started batting at the water and shifting uncomfortably.

That tease was actually fucking hot, and when he took his shirt off? No, no, shut the hell up, please?