𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 93 | Lulled Along {Nsfw}

"Damn." He repeated twice.

I anticipated his voice as I used it for an outlet, rolling myself to hit the finish.

I kept a pattern to make noises audible to his ears to pull him along as well. It was only fair.

Sweat dripped from my forehead and slid down the sides of my face as I rode, letting my fingers circle, and circle.

My eyes watered as I imagined what he looked like right now, sitting in the room beside me, listening to the sound of me.

A loud cry escaped from the depths of my throat, that thought being enough for me as that knot untied itself, reaching its climax. I had the idea of pressing my palm where my fingers had been to ride it out, and I did just that, rolling my eyes back.

Short after, I heard the loud moan of Aizawa, a thoughtful reassurance he wasn't that far behind me. What I would do to be the person causing those moans for him, what I would do just to clearly hear those moans, even watch him.

I listened to a rustle of clothes and then a door open, closing, followed with silence.

What happened just now was so wrong, that never should have happened. How am I going to face him tomorrow? It felt too good, but I can't ever do that again. I can't because I'm afraid, afraid of the consequences.

I press my palms into my eyes and squeeze them shut. I pressed my palms so hard into my eyes it made my head hurt as I tried to deny the tears wanting to be let free.

"What am I even fucking doing?" I cry out.

This is so humiliating. Pinching the bite mark? What the hell, do I have a pain kink or something? I'm so frustrated, he can't think everything he does is okay, that he's just allowed to do it because he's a pro hero. I'm a pro hero too, but even I know what boundaries are.

Do I even regret what just happened? I'm trying to convince myself that I do but I know I really don't. What even is this? I'm humiliating myself messing around with him, this isn't going to turn out good for me. I've always wanted a relationship, and he's a big shot, a player, so I know I won't be getting that from him. That's why I need to break away from him and drift, I won't ever get what I desire if I cling to him. He's never done anything in my favor. What happened just a second ago was a mistake and I'm embarrassed, and I bet to anything he doesn't even care.

Everything I say feels so hollow and empty. I repeat and repeat what I say, trying to remind myself how terrible of a person he is but I continue to go along. I'm such a fucking hypocrite, I'm a joke. I don't want to be the girl that fucks around with a player, I don't ever want to be that girl. I want to run away so bad but I can't, I'm not clinging to him per se, but a part of me is clinging to false hope. This false hope is going to get me hurt, bad.

I just hope I'm smart enough.

I wake up with my knees to my chest as I'm on my side. The ground is cold and I instantly sit up, realizing I'm naked. Tears threaten again and I bang the back of my head against the couch to stop them.

"What time is it?" I ask myself.

I look over to my shorts, spying my phone in proximity to them. I crawl over and snatch it.

My second class is almost done, the one I teach alone and I'm not even there. I'm going to get fucking fired because I had opposite room finger sex with my hot neighbor last night.

The tears that threatened to fall were now falling. I blinked fast to keep them from blurring my sight as I used the couch to help me to my feet. I hurried to shower and then sloppily picked out some clothes. I whipped myself up with things to make me look and smell good before I stormed out of my apartment.

My phone pinged with a text after I checked the time. It was 10 minutes into my last class, the one with Aizawa.

The notification was from Aizawa, "Class started, be here, now." I stiffened in anger, as I tried making my way to the cafe. The fuck does he care? Fuck off. I ignored the text as I went through the cafe grabbing a quick break-fast, eating, before I checked the time again.

20 minutes into my last class, I had an hour and 25 minutes to get to that class.

I took my sweet ass time as I made my way through the hallways, taking in my surroundings for the hundredth time. I looked down at my clothes, white button up with a white tank top and skinny jeans adding black flats. How utterly basic, whatever.

I reached the classroom.