Unspoken Bonds | S. Aizawa x Reader

xxviii. The Feeling of Ones Skin pt. II

This chapter is one of, if not the main reason, for this stories rating. Take that how you will. :)
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[L/n] melted beneath his voice, beneath his touch. 

He was a drug, and she was addicted. How could one man possibly have such an impact? What in the nine Hells were they?

Every move he made, every kiss he planted, every bite he took, every lick he gave, was done with the utmost passion and care. He treated her body like that of a gods— to be cherished, worshipped, and respected. He took his time, focusing on every sweet spot — sweet spots he knew about because they had done this before, and not just once or twice.

He sat back, staring down at her both with lust and, dare she think, love, as he removed his shirt and motioned for her to sit up just enough so that he could do the same to her. Aizawa admired her form before leaning back down and placing his lips gingerly between her breasts. He traced his tongue teasingly on the flesh, only occasionally focusing on her nipples.

Her back would arch and he'd smirk, a smirk she could feel against her skin. As his lips latched onto the sensitive bud, she raked her fingers into his hair and clutched, not allowing him to immediately retreat this time. [L/n]'s breath hitched as he went feral on the sensitive area, not letting up in the slightest.

Aizawa paused just long enough to say, "If this is what you want, this is what you'll get [F/n]."

"Shouta..." [L/n] breathed out, her back arching impossibly more. While his mouth feverishly attacked one breast, a hand made it's way to the other, gently massaging it. After awhile, he would swap, finding great joy in the sounds that left her mouth.

The moans and breaths were soft and gentle, sounds he'd missed hearing much more than he thought.

Once her grip loosened on his hair, he took the opportunity to trail his kisses down her stomach, and giving longer, deeper kisses along the scar lines that were left on her torso from when she had been bitten by a Nomu all that time ago. Upon reaching the waistband of her sleepwear, his eyes shifted and met her gaze. Despite their prior conversation, he wanted to make sure that she was comfortable with this, now that they were this far along.

"I trust you." Those were the only words he needed as he gripped the hem of both her sleep shorts and underwear and removed them. His face then became buried between her legs and she let out a loud, pleasurable scream.

"Sho-Shouta—" [L/n] whimpered out his name as she wrapped her legs loosely around his head and he became even more feverish with his actions. He wanted to make her feel good, his whole purpose being her pleasure.

The way his tongue danced around her bundle of nerves was enough to make her want to scream out. He knew her body beyond her own comprehension, it was almost scary.

He began to tease her, stopping the consistent lapping and swirling of his tongue and now just flicking the spot with it. She looked down at him and he immediately held her gaze, not stopping his actions. [L/n] desperately wanted him to continue, to not just tease her so painstakingly. She could tell, though, by the look in his dark eyes that if she wanted something, she would have to say it.

Otherwise, he would continue torturing her in this way.

"Shouta please—" [L/n] gasped as he plunged his tongue inside her.

Kneading her fingers into his hair, she grasped firmly as his tongue continued its pleasurable assault. 

Her eyes had shut tight, back arched and head leaned back— until he suddenly stopped.