BNHA One Shots/Short Stories (Reader Insert Stories)

If You Love Her: Part III - S. Aizawa

(Content Meter: Explicit)

Songs:

"If You Lover Her" – Forest Blakk

"Kiss her with passion as much as you can,
Run your hands through her hair whenever she's sad,
And when she doesn't notice how pretty she is,
Tell her over and over, so she never forgets."
- Forest Blakk

Shota saw the desperation in her eyes, he could feel it in him too. He wanted to, he wanted to worship her for hours on end, show her how long he's yearned for her. However, this restaurant was not the right place or time, and even after confessing their love towards each other, wasn't it too soon? Even so, he didn't care. They've known each other for years, knew every little detail down to the bone. Have seen each other at their worst, it's been ten years since she's been with anyone. Still, Shota didn't want to take advantage of that.

Yet, looking at her pleading gaze. How her eyes practically told him to take her right now, he couldn't say no. They've both been holding back this time. It was about time they finally took a chance, the chance they've both clearly wanted to take. He'd never take this gift and opportunity for granted ever again, he didn't just want her body, he wanted her time and heart. He wanted to sweep her off her feet, make her trust in love again first. However, looking at her. Really gazing into her caring eyes, she wanted this. She wanted him. Shota's always pushed her to take chances in life, to live. Because at the end of it all, if she failed or prevailed, he's been there through it all. Her unshakable land. If she truly wanted this, him. He'll make darn sure she won't regret her decision then.

So, for right now, he'll compromise.

Shota bit his bottom lip and breathed out hard, "not here... I won't be able to stop with just one simple kiss. I've waited so many years for you Y/n, I won't be able to control myself once I touch you."

His large hand slid from cupping her jaw to her neck, and he thumbed the curve of her jaw and throat, watching how she swallowed thickly. She was so tiny compared to him. His skin felt rougher on her delicate one, feminine and fragile. He wanted to take care of her, for the rest of his life. More than how they've been. He wanted to so badly and gazing at her. At the confidence and fire, she held in those eyes of hers, it was like she was silently telling him that yes. He could have her, that she wanted him just as bad.

"Shota." Her melodic voice was so soft and gentle. He could hear the pleading and desperation in her tone.

He would do literally anything for her. Murder, or die for her, it didn't matter. All she had to do was ask, and he'd give it all up. That's how much she had a hold of his heart and mind.

Holding back his desire for her, he mumbled softly, "Here's what we're going to do." He drew small circles to her pulse point, fascinated by how her breathing changed from this simple touch, "We're going back in there and tell that guy to fuck off." That made her huff a smile, "Then we're going back to my place," his eyes stayed on her own, to make sure he wasn't being overzealous, if she told him to fuck off, he would. He would never take advantage of her, "it's the weekend... you can stay with me if you'd like, how does that sound?" However, he needed to make sure, she was really sure about this. "Any complaints?"

Y/n lightly shook her head, any more movements and their lips would be touching. "No complaints."

His heart fluttered from her response.

"Good." He smiled softly, and that same hand that held her neck slid down her naked shoulder. His touch made her shiver, and fuck he wanted to do more. His fingertips caressed her exposed skin in a light tease before they headed further down to clasp her hand. Intertwining their fingers together, "then let's go sweetheart. Let me show you, how much I've yearned for you."