Who are you

Let Me Love You

NOTE: The entirety of this chapter contains sexual content. Please skip if your not 18+
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"I have so much pent up this could go on for hours, but...I just want to be at peace. No more arguing. At least for today"

Katsumi nodded, but that just meant that this would continue on until all their wounds were exposed. It was a tragic truth.

She laid her head onto his shoulder, his hand reaching under her chin, so she could face him directly.

"I'm jealous and a lot of my anger comes from that, but I will still love you at the end of all this. If you don't believe anything I say, believe that"

Her stomach filled with butterflies all over again. Even after tearing each other to pieces, he made sure to remind her the love he holds for her.

Katsumi never drew her attention away from his face. She just directed her gaze to his lips then his eyes, bouncing from one to the other.

Aizawa took notice and leaned in to kiss her. It was a vulnerable moment for the two and this is his way of showing reconciliation.

"How do I live", he started, his lips connecting with hers ever so softly, "with this jealousy", he finished.

Her body melted into his. He laid her down, setting aside her hair that was in the way of her neck. He kissed the tender flesh, leaving pecks anywhere he could, "It hurts so bad", his voice was becoming shaky from his admission.

She held his face in comfort, so he grabbed a hold of one of her hands and tightened his eyes, "I can't keep hurting like this"

Katsumi rubbed his cheek with her available hand, making him open his gray eyes to meet her brown ones, "I see you Shouta"

His breath got caught in his lungs. Those words changing something inside of him. It was needy to say he's been waiting all these years to hear her say it, but that was the truth. He wanted nothing more than her to acknowledge him the way she was now. Though this will be short lived and he knew it would be short lived, he wanted no more than to indulge in this moment.

He pressed his lips against hers, drowning himself in her confession, as they made out to the tune of their own conflict. Her tongue invading his mouth, so he joined in.

She moaned into his mouth, enjoying the scene to which they starred. His body towered hers, willing to dominate in any way he could, but he wanted to take things slower this time around.

He trickled his kisses lower, reaching back to her neck as he sucked her soft skin. Her gasp rang in his ear, earning a subtle groan. Her fingers fiddled with his shirt, making him know that she wants it off, so he obliged.

Her hands grabbed the hem up the fabric, lifting it over his head revealing the statue he's been hiding the last few hours.

Only thing that remained on was his pants and belt, but not even that could ruin his appearance. He sat up in the bed, grabbing her swiftly to straddle his lap, as he removed the first sweater from her body. He tossed it to the side and went straight to the buttons on her shirt.

The first few he undid, he left a kiss until it was too low to reach. He gently removed the white shirt from her shoulders and took noticed to the bra she was wearing.