𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 113 | The Problem NSFW

"What do you mean?" I sob. "You don't care?"

"Baby, that was a lot in one night I'm surprised you hadn't run away earlier than that." He soothes.

He's never called me that before. I start to calm down just a bit.

"If anyone is sorry, I am." He says, hesitating. "I shouldn't have touched that guy."

"Even though," He grits. "he was a fucking douchebag, Barbie ken fucker."

I laugh, but choke.

He snorts at that and I snarl turning my head away from him.

He chuckles.

"Please stop crying." He says lifting me up to be front and center with his face and I oblige.

Silent tears fall down my face as we are eye to eye.

"I'm not crying." I sniffle.

"Like hell you are." He scoffs.

I groan and sniffle up the snot that still lingered. Gross.

"I'm sorry." I say.

"Stop saying that." He says and winces.

"Why?" I ask, almost angry. I want to say sorry, he's a douche but he deserves an apology.

"There's no reason for you to be sorry." He says.

"Aizawa, I left you alone in that place." I start, trying to keep my gaze off his lips as tears fall. "I have everything to be sorry for."

"I'm used to being alone, it's nothing new, don't be sorry." He says, giving a half-hearted smirk.

"Please don't say that." I say, cupping his face in my hands, sadness washes over me again at the thought of him always being alone.

"Please don't say that." I say quieter closing my eyes.

Tears fall, not stopping their course.

"You won't be alone anymore." I say, mustering myself to open my eyes.

"I won't?" He asks, pressing further to hear me talk on purpose.

"Not when I'm here." I say, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth and tasting the tears.

I'm so scared right now, do I tell him? I can't hold it, fuck it, if he came in here of his own accord then it's on him.

"Aizawa, I'm falling in love with you, please don't say anything, please." I keep my eyes closed, I hate rejection. I cover his mouth with my hands. "Just, shut the fuck up for a second."

His hands are on my waist keeping me in place on his lap, his knees must be hurting.

"You shouldn't have come in here." I say. "I know I shouldn't be saying this since you don't want a relationship, I'm sorry."

"I just had to get it out, because I can't keep up anything if it's not real, I'm sorry." I say.

A long defeaning silence stays in the air after that.

The silence is so long I open one eye then the other. The biggest smile imaginable is strewn on his face. His teeth brightly say hello to me and I'm so captivated it's no fucking wonder I'm falling.

He takes one hand off my waist as both of mine are still settled on his mouth, and he tangles it in my hair. Which is already ruined. I uncover his mouth and rest my shaking, nervous hands on the sides of his face again.

"Sweetheart, I fell so long ago." He says.

My eyes go wide, and then he pulls me into him and presses his lips to mine.

He's definitely a pro, a fucking master, if even. This is our first kiss, and I can't help but want it to last forever, shit.

I haven't been kissed in years, I'm so fucking deprived. I sob into the kiss with relief.

I pull back and he stares at me, confused.

"Is this real?" I ask, our foreheads touching.

"As real as my hard-on." He says.

I laugh and lean back in.

The kiss is warm and sensual, before long he presses his body up against my side and starts to possess me with his tongue. He grips my hip and squeezes it, making me unable to catch a breath.

His tongue flicks my mouth and I moan, the sound captured by his mouth and drowning.

My tears stopped not too long ago and now my face is just barely damp from the previous cry.

This is not real.

His hand tangled in my hair yanks me back and I gasp for air. He dips down to my neck and starts kissing every open spot, licking slightly.

I suck my bottom lip into my mouth.

He gets to the bite mark and stills for a second before sucking on it softly. I keep in a gasp.

He pulls back and stares me in the eye, letting his hand travel back to its rightful place on my hip. With his hands he then travels curtly over my ass and to my inner knee's.

We keep our eyes on each other's mouth's as he grips my inner knees and switches me around to straddle him.

I let my hand fall to his button up shirt as he snatched my mouth back into his.

I slowly undo each button. I bite his lower lip and he stifles a quiet groan. He pulls back impatiently and bats my hands away, ripping off his tie and opening his shirt. Buttons fly this way and that but he meets my lips again, not caring.

I hold back a chuckle as I let my hands fall to his bare chest.