𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 [completed]

๛ ⁹ 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡

~𐀔Chapter nine𐀔~
*smut*

"I don't quite understand what you're asking," he said looking at you and you bit up the last bits of the lollipop, and removed the stick.

this bastard is incredibly daft. You thought but you couldn't deny how the dangerous conversational path made you nervous.

"I do see you as a man. that's the whole point. you said mingling...was a pain. I think I could change your mind" you explained and found yourself looking away from his dark eyes again.

"change my mind... you want to fuck?" he asked bluntly and you flushed.

yea.

"don't get ahead of yourself, I only meant if you want to gain a new perspective-" you coughed out. "don't make me sound like some sort of pervert-"

"is a saint that you think you are? Trying to convert me. If so, aren't you a little too confident and brazen to be making an offer like that brat? do you remember you have no pheromones to help you?" he said and for the life of you, you couldn't figure out why you chose to insult him again instead.

"you don't seem that hard to please. you should be the one worried about pheromones. You have nothing to help you ," you said and a chill ran down your spine when Aizawa chuckled.

Sinisterly.

"I wonder why you kept teasing and attacking me like this. so this is why" he said then after which he added:

"well... change my mind"

turning off the engines once again and removing his seatbelt, giving you his full attention.

huh?

"wait what now? right here?" at least let me get some alcohol to prepare.

"Since you're so confident, location shouldn't matter should it. plus I'm easy to please so it won't take long" Aizawa encouraged you as he leant over, taking your bags from you and putting them on the back seats.

he's definitely pissed.

"exactly" you breathed when he pulled away, whatever confidence you had soon faded as you flushed from seeing his face so close.

holy shit

"you look clueless as if you don't know what to do. do i have to talk you through it"