𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 90 | Dumbfounded

What is even happening? I'm so lost, am I missing a piece of the puzzle? He was just mad at me, for making a noise. Then I became mad at him, coming to my senses. THEN, he came to me to apologize, now he's mad again. He's got me pinned to the inside of my door. I don't even know what's happening, I'm not sure if I should feel confused or turned on, but I'm both.

I closed my eyes, I don't know what I was expecting but whatever was going to happen was making me terrified. The unknown itself scared me, what is he trying to do?

"Scream, I don't care, but just remember, I did tell you to shut up." He said.

Seconds after, he dipped down to my neck, slowly licking the part he had pointed to earlier. His tongue wet, sliding among sensitive, weak skin.

I gasped, unable to comprehend the contact. My eyes squeezed shut so tightly it almost hurt.

"You're vulnerable, sensitive" He reminded me. "so you're not going to like this."

Really? I bit down on my lower lip, scared but curious.

There was a half second of a pause before his teeth bit down, hard, on the marked spot.

I screamed so loud my throat strained, causing my head to hurt. Stars burst behind the black coat of my eyes, lighting up the darkness. My head and body buzzed, beating with unexpected adrenaline, screaming at me to make him let go.

He barely held back, clamping down, not letting go. The stinging was close to unbearable, it was so sudden I was convinced I would go into shock.

"Stop-" I tried to let out.

He kept his teeth on my throat, tightening a bit as I spoke.

Shut up, he had said. How the fuck am I supposed to shut up? He's fucking biting me.

Oh, shit, I bit him earlier too.

My leg reacted, trying to kick back. The scarf struck down to wrap around my legs as well.

"Get off m-" I got cut off by a tighter bite.

I gasped almost a scream. My mouth felt dry, I bit down on my lip. Let go, let go, I repeated in my head. The stinging was intense, it was almost the only thing I could focus on. His hand on the back of my head threaded though my hair as his bite loosened a little.

I squeezed my eye shut, is he going to let go now? It's almost as if he's a vampire, even though he isn't drinking my blood.

"Shit." I breathed out.

Hold on, was I enjoying this? No. I hate pain, this hurts, right?

I tried to wriggle against the door.

He tightened his bite again. Gripping onto my hair a little tighter. He pulled, strands starting to sting at the strength.

He kept his body pressed against mine as I bit back down on my lip to keep me from screaming again. I think my lip is bleeding, I don't know I can't think.

How am I even supposed to feel about this? I cant be enjoying this, I should be hating this. I do, but, it's not all that terrible.

He loosened his bite slowly and let go, saliva damp on my neck as it quickly got cold. He hovered over the bite before softly kissing it.

My eyes opened and got wide, what did he just do?

His hand let go of my head, slowly riding down my back.

I closed my eyes at the caress before the scarf tugged at me so hard it sent me sliding across the floor again. The breath was knocked out of me as I hit the side of my couch. I looked up to see Aizawa heading for the door.

"Stop-" I said, cut off and raspy.

"I came here to say I was sorry." He said with his hand on the door knob. "Even though you should have said it first."

"I'm sorry." I let out, my throat throbbing harshly.

"For what?" He tested.

"I'm just sorry." I said.

"Are you?" He asked taking a short step to me.

"I am." I said.

He stepped towards me and squatted in front of me.

With a satisfied smirk the scarf struck back, releasing me. He grabbed my hand in his and leaned in to kiss the bite on my neck again. I closed my eyes and tilted my head to the side, sensitive to the feeling. Subdued by the touch, I rested my head back a little.

He backed away to meet my eyes.

"See you tomorrow." He said.

I said nothing, watching as he stood up and turned around to the door, embarrassed, my face was flushed. He started to grab the knob and turn it.

He opened it a crack, "Oh and," he turned around pointing at my bare neck. "good luck."

He left the room, closing the door behind him. I gently caressed the nervous bite mark, dumbfounded.

What just happened? The question repeated in my head racing to calm me down. Nothing was working, my legs were shaking as my back was still to the couch.

Did we just make up? No, we didn't. No. He never even directly apologized, I did. Hold on, was the neck kiss a way to express his apology? Maybe. Hopefully. If not then, he doesn't deserve any of my time. Shut up, that sounded selfish.

How can we be friends if that's going to happen? I don't even know. Why did he even come here anyway? I didn't let him speak, so I wonder what he would have said. Would he have actually apologized?

I mean what else would he have been there for? He told me to get away from him, so he must have been here only to apologize. That's enough for me.

My throat throbbed like hell but I couldn't stop a grin from creeping onto my face.