All Tangled Up

Chapter 9

Aizawa gripped Aiko's shoulders while he struggled to clear his vision. He was on edge because he could no longer see his surroundings and while the images of him ravaging Aiko's small frame weren't unappealing, he was unsure of what or who was causing them. If it was a villain using their quirk on him he was unprepared for a battle which meant that Aiko and the students would be left unprotected. "Aiko, what's happening? Can you see anyone? My vision is... foggy right now." He could feel her trembling underneath his fingertips. Was it in fear? Did she see a villain? Aiko tried her best to steady herself but it was impossible with Aizawa's hands on her, gripping her with a strength that sent even more depraved images to block his vision. This time it was a scene of Aizawa gripping her ass and slapping it, grinning as he watched the redness spread across her skin. He groaned, feeling his member begin to come to life and block out the warnings of impending danger. Aiko grabbed at Aizawa's hands in a desperate attempt to remove them from her shoulders. 

"Let me go!" she hissed at him. She knew that the brain dumping would only continue while he was still touching her and her embarrassment made her want to curl into a ball and disappear. How could she have been so stupid? He was going to think that she was some sex-obsessed teenager and never let her live it down. Aizawa was reluctant to let her go as she was the only thing grounding him to reality but he released his grip to rub at his eyes. Maybe that would make his vision come back? As Aizawa stood there, slowly blinking and rubbing his eyes, Aiko debated making a run for it. It was all too much and knowing that he had gotten a glimpse inside her head made her wildly uncomfortable. She didn't let anyone in like that. Aizawa blinked once more, testing to see if his vision was truly clear before letting his eyes focus on Aiko again. She was still trembling and he looked down at her cheeks to see them blazing a brilliant red. She looked like how he felt. The scenes that blocked his vision looked so real as if he was watching them take place in front of him. Aizawa turned to scan their surroundings finding nothing but an empty path. The side door to the stadium was rarely used and with the building being positioned away from the others and against the metal barrier surrounding the campus, they were completely shielded from view. His eyes raked along the exterior wall just to be sure that there wasn't a villain perched along it that was responsible for making him see what he did. When he was confident that they were truly alone, his eyes met Aiko's once again with a clear question in them. He looked at her red cheeks before it slowly dawned on him that her small body was overflowing with embarrassment. She broke the gaze and looked down, softly squeaking out apologies. "I didn't mean to do that- to make you see those things. You grabbed me and I lost control." Now it was Aizawa's turn to be shocked. 

"That was you? What- how? I could see us, I could see you..." he raised his eyebrows and smirked, realization dawning on him. "Kitten, if you wanted me to ravage you like that all you had to do was ask." Aiko's cheeks flamed even more and she felt like she was going to pass out. Aizawa was spurred on by her silence and obvious shame. He was going to continue teasing her when his eyebrows knotted together. "Is that why you left last night? Because you were embarrassed?" His eyes sought hers again but she turned her head. "You don't need to feel ashamed. I want you in the same way." Aiko groaned in annoyance and exasperation. He wasn't getting it. 

"It's not that." Aiko continued to avoid his gaze and instead chose to focus on a rock embedded in the ground by her feet. "I left because I started to lose control. I can't do this with you, not in the way you want. You can't kiss me like you did before- all passionate and slow like that." Aizawa was confused. How did she want him to kiss her? He was about to ask when she continued. "The only way that I can stay in control is to keep emotions out of it. I don't do feelings, I don't do love. If you want me, it can only go as far as sex." So she wanted to remain unattached. He could do that. It wasn't like they would be going on dates- it would just be a casual hookup type situation. Aizawa had done that before loads of times. He nodded as a slow smile started to spread across his face. He was relieved that she didn't hate him at the very least and the thought of her becoming his started to creep into his mind again. He would love every minute of watching her submit to him, moaning for him, arching her back in utter- Aizawa couldn't handle it anymore. He needed her to look at him. He raked his arm up her body, hand settling around her neck as she gasped at the sudden touch. He pushed her chin up forcing her to meet his eyes. He had planned to say something in a mocking tone or tease her again but her lips were calling to him. Aiko had started to bite at her bottom lip, nerves getting the best of her, and he drank in the sight. With a groan, he pulled her into a kiss that quickly devolved into nothing more than a fight for dominance. Aizawa wanted her to melt into him again but Aiko wasn't ready to give him that power. She needed reassurance that he wasn't going to get attached. For someone who didn't like emotions, breaking hearts was far from something that she wanted to do. This needed to stop now if there was so much as a spark. Aiko pulled away and gasped for breath which caused Aizawa to glare at her for denying him access to her lips. It was like Aizawa was intent on stealing her oxygen until all that she needed was him. "I need you to say it. I need you to tell me that you won't get attached or this won't go any further." She gave him a fixed stare, making sure that he knew she was serious. Aizawa didn't understand what the big deal was. If all she did when she lost control was give people visions, letting herself feel emotions didn't seem like such a bad thing. He hadn't noticed the changes on the roof last night, the objects that she accidentally removed from existence. What if it had been a person? Would she be able to bring them back? He sighed, giving her what she wanted so that he could touch her again. She felt so perfect against him, making those sweet sounds.