𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 111 | Trash

I let myself step forward, pulling Aizawa's arm down. I noticed his scarf trying to emerge from the back pocket of his pants stop and still.

Golden boy muttered a few curses under his breath before brushing himself off and storming out of the party.

Aizawa stood still for a minute gaining his composure. I put a hand on his and he turned, remembering that I was there.

He sighed and I didn't know whether to be aroused about what just happened or what.

That was definitely hot, even though I'll have trauma later. Fun.

"Are you okay?" He asked, rubbing his thumb over my hand.

I nodded, actually letting a consuming smile grow out. He let out a relieved sigh.

"So, wanna dance?" I asked, wanting to forget what just happened instantly.

"Yes." He breathed out.

He gripped onto my hips and pulled me a little closer to him and I gasped.

"You're suppose to put your arms around my neck, sweetheart." He said.

I felt my face go dark red, "Right." I said, doing just that.

"So, how's the party so far?" I asked, jokingly.

"I'm very hungry." He let his eyes trail down my figure as he tilted his head down.

I noticed him keep his gaze on my tits the longest.

"Want to take a trip to the food?" I asked.

"How oblivious." He commented. "No."

"How's the party been for you?" He asked, trying to keep the annoyance from his voice.

"A rollercoaster." I sigh.

"A good one?" He asks.

"Maybe." I trail out.

He grins, letting his hands circle around to my back and lay just above my ass.

"Aizawa, what if someone sees us?" I dart my eyes around warily.

"What if?" He says. "They gonna come over and tell me to hop off you?"

I fight a smile. "Yet you were afraid to come in with me?"

"I guess something just set me off." He grits.

His eyes darkened as 'Elle Duhe's In The Middle Of The Night' came on and he grinned.

Sensual, I like this song. No, I love it.

I just now realize that him and I have never kissed, even though we have come daringly close. Is he saving it? That's a sweet thought.

I felt my hips start to sway easier as he guided them as well. He clicked his tongue when I met his eyes again and I averted my gaze again to his chest.

He was rather tall and the top of my head was center with the middle of his chin.

I decided to keep my gaze and lock eyes with his. He reacted by guided my hips to meet up against him. His dick noticeably pressed into my stomach and I instantly turned into liquid.

My eyes darted to his lips then quickly back to his eyes as he lifted an eyebrow and licked his lips.

Then the chorus started to kick in. He pushes my hips back and unclasps my hands from his neck. He puts one of my hands on his shoulder and he puts his hands on the sides of me. He then takes my free hand and before he does anything, he smiles.

A, genuine. Fucking. Smile.

My eyes widen and I just want to kiss him in that moment but before I can he lifts my arm above my head and guides me into a spin.

The chorus hits extremely loud as the spin abruptly ends and he lets that hand fall to my back letting me lean far backwards.

In that moment everything starts to click and turn into place, it all feels weird, like, right. The comfortableness of being in the aura of someone, it hits me like a type of nervousness. I don't really know what I mean or what I'm talking about but it feels like he's doing something me? Like what? Maybe the years I spent in sadness, thinking nothing would get better as everyday repeated, are being healed. That's so fucking cheesy.

I stare at him through lidded eyes and it's obvious we are about to kiss.

I rapture, with many feelings at once, like an overload, but for some reason my reaction is uncalled for. In seconds I stand straight up, pushing him away by his chest and staring at him. Hurt and confusion flickers in his eyes and I spin my head. Then, in that moment, with no reason and no idea why: I recoil and run away. It even confuses me, and a ball of guilt forms in my stomach.

I run, my heels clicking on the tile, as a pang of pain stings my ankle.