NeonHorizon: Okay, so I know we took a wrong turn down Shigaraki Street and spiraled out of control before. Here's something a little...spicy...a little mature. I love Aizawa. Hey, look! It's the new chapter down below!
I'm…okay. I'm safe. Safe? Really? Hiyori glanced to the figure sleeping beside her and blushed pink. He was facing her, eyes closed, hair falling over his face. Even through his hair, she could make out the scar beneath his right eye. I'm safe. I am safe. He said he won't let me go again. So I won't be in that situation again. I won't be able to get into danger again…and I'm okay with that.
The more she thought about it, the more she realized just how much better things were. Now that there was absolutely no way that she could safely return to life as a villain, she had to accept her new fate. Her fate as a hero. As a teaching assistant. As this hero's companion. Returning to the League of Villains would mean unquestionable death at the hands of a Nomu or Toxicity.
Her stomach quietly growled and she frowned, sinking lower beneath the blanket. I should make breakfast. It's Sunday so I know he's going to sleep in. He always sleeps in on Sundays. I can at least have something good waiting for when he wakes up, right? Something to thank him for saving me.
She carefully moved out from beneath the blanket and slipped out of the bed. Hiyori went to the kitchen area and started to boil some water for tea, pulling the padding off of her stingers while she waited. It felt surreal to be back in his home after so much time with villains. Stranger than the fact that she was back was the fact that he seemed to overlook what had happened. It almost bothered her, but she was thankful that he could let things go back to normal.
The young woman was facing the counter while she poured herself a cup of tea so when she felt an arm slide around her waist, she was completely taken by surprise. Her body tensed and she bit her lip when a mouth caressed the side of her neck. "Ngh. What? My bedhead has you feeling frisky or something?" she taunted. "I don't think I've ever seen you so active this early on a Sunday."
"Keep teasing me and I'll have to teach you a lesson," he warned. The man's lips went behind her ear, leaving a kiss that sent a shiver down her spine. His free hand went to her hip, lingering there for a moment before trailing downward. Aizawa leaned down more to her collarbone and his warm breath skimmed over her sensitive skin. "Back to bed."
She smirked and reached behind her, fingers caressing the side of his face. Her fingertips brushed over the coarse stubble of his facial hair and she bit her lip again, resisting the urge to turn around and face him. She felt the warmth of his hand resting on her inner thigh and her smirk grew. "Hm? You're still tired, Shouta? It's okay. I have that relaxing effect on people sometimes. Just too much for some people to handle."
Hiyori felt his hips press tight against her bottom and flushed a vibrant pink, biting her lip harder. Heat was pooling in her lower half, the thin fabric of her panties feeling faintly wet as it pressed against the young woman's lower lips. Before she could attempt to say anything more, she felt his hand move from her waist and push at her upper back. Hiyori was bent over the counter, her hands planting at either side of her on the smooth surface. "Shouta?"
"I said to stop teasing me," he reminded her. His hand drew away from her thigh and slid up to dip beneath the hem of her panties. Lips still near her ear, he let his fingers trail along her warm flesh. She whimpered beneath him, back arching as she subconsciously moved into his touch. "I wanted to take this back to bed, but you'd rather do it here, I guess."
"Ngh. Are you…messing with me right now?"
"You teased me first." He slid a finger along her slit and smirked. "You're this wet already?" Her hips bucked forward into his hand, urging him onward. A finger slipped into her opening with ease, her slick arousal coating his digit and letting him pump it into her a few times. "I haven't even started yet and you're already this eager." Her bottom pressed back against him, rubbing and allowing him to subtly grind against her body.
When she felt his hand start to slide back, she swiftly grabbed his wrist and glared at him over her shoulder. Hiyori was panting, trying not to moan at his warm, sensual touch. "Shouta, stop teasing me. I didn't do anything like this." To her irritation, her tone had a begging sort of quality to it.
"You want me to do something like this?" He added a second finger, forcing her muscles to stretch to accommodate the width of both digits. Feeling her move her hips up and down, sliding along the length of his fingers, he knew that she would not be able to take much more teasing. "This isn't enough."
"It isn't enough…just…ngh!" Hiyori bit her bottom lip as she felt his fingers leave her. The waist of her panties was gripped and they were pulled down, pooling on the floor at her feet. She heard a rustling and soon found herself being pinned down against the counter.
Aizawa placed a hand on her lower back, holding her in this position and admiring her porcelain skin. It felt smooth beneath his touch and he was aware of the lingering wetness on his fingers as he positioned himself. Seeing her in the kitchen, in just panties and a shirt she had borrowed from him, was enough to throw him over the edge. He had wanted to wait longer, but the logical conclusion was that he should take action rather than prolong things.
Her shirt was pushed up, her sensitive chest making contact with the still chilled counter surface. When she tried to push herself up, she heard him command her to stay in place and she blushed. The order from him sent a warm rush through her body and the woman smirked. "Hm? Are you blushing back there, Shouta? I bet you look cute with a flustered expression. Or are you wearing that stern "teacher" face that you make sometimes?"
"That sass is going to cost you." This was her only warning before he pushed into her. Fully sheathing himself in her warmth, he heard a moan escape her that fueled his arousal. He leaned down, his lips finding her neck as he began to pump his member into her. He set a slow pace at first, but alternated between hitting deeply and shallowly.
Hiyori bit the inside of her cheek to keep back another moan. Each thrust of his hips made her body jolt forward, her breasts rubbing against the counter's surface. She turned her head to the side and looked at him from the corner of her eye, seeing the man's expression. He was clearly experiencing just as much pleasure as she was and his lips quickly moved to cover hers. An elbow went beneath her right knee and lifted her leg as he drew her back a little.
Now she could feel him hitting deeper and deeper. His pace was becoming faster and her heart began to race. Her mind was clouded with desire as she let her tongue caress his. Her hands went behind her, fingers tangling in his long, dark hair to keep his lips on hers. Meanwhile, the satisfaction building between her legs was becoming too much to bear. The pale-haired woman's excitement was running down her thigh lazily, her opening making a soft sound each time he drove into her.
Hiyori felt a ball of tension growing in her lower abdomen. It tightened a little more with each thrust of his hips and soon she felt herself riding the high as she was thrown over the peak of a climax. Her muscles tensed around him almost rhythmically and more of her slick essence slid down her leg. "Sh-Shouta…I'm…I'm…too sensitive…"
"You're tough; you can take it." At this, he began to move faster. Aizawa tried to reposition her so that she would be more comfortable, but quickly abandoned his attempts and went with something simpler. He pulled out of her and lifted the woman off of her feet. Her back hit the wall kind of hard and he soon buried his cock in her depths again. It felt divine; as if the two pieces were made exclusively for one another. "Hiyori."
Her blush returned and she nuzzled her cheek against the side of his neck. "Shouta…you feel so good…"
"Stop trying to tease me," he warned.
"You're so cute when you're flustered~" She trailed her fingers over his cheek and felt him push harder. She tightened around him again, back arching. One arm went around her waist and his free hand took advantage of her position. His fingers skimmed over the peak of her breast and she moaned loudly into the side of his neck, grinding her hips forward against his. "Please…please, please, please."
"What do you want me to do?" the man teased.
"Don't make me say it!"
"I want to hear you say it. What do you want me to do? I won't know unless you ask for it." Clearly, he was getting great enjoyment from making her beg and he made no effort to hide it. Her warm, wet opening was embracing him so perfectly that he could feel himself inching closer and closer to his own climax, but he wanted to hear her request. He wanted to hear the cute embarrassment in her voice as she asked him for something so dirty.
"I-I want you to…touch me more…" she mumbled, closing her eyes. Damn it! Why is he making me beg like this?! Most guys would kill to be able to even touch a girl and he's acting like he's doing me a favor. Like it's some kind of reward.
"Like this?" He gently took the peak of her right breast between his thumb and forefinger, tenderly massaging the sensitive bud. The immediate reaction was enough to drive him over the edge. She threw her head back, his name leaving her lips in a moan. She pulsed around him, gripping his member tight and milking him once he began to spill into her.
Hiyori heard a low groan of desire beside her ear and smirked. Grinding against him harder, she drew out her own climax, forcing him to endure the pulsing muscles for even longer. She saw the muscle of his jaw clench as he gritted his teeth and both of her arms wrapped around him. "Heh. You're such a gentleman…indulging your faithful assistant and coming after her. I'm such a lucky girl."
"What was that?" This was spoken in a growl. He leaned back, glaring down at her and lifting his hand to the side of her face. His thumb skimmed over her bottom lip as he gave her a stern look. "What did you call yourself? My assistant?"
"What? Are you going to punish me for using the wrong terminology?" she taunted. Patting his cheek, she grinned evilly. "Maybe wait until you can stand without your legs shaking."
"Is that any way to talk to your boss?" he countered.
"My poor, delicate heart! Am I being reprimanded?" Hiyori was set down and she nuzzled against his neck again, smiling to herself. "I missed you, Shouta. Here. I'll make some breakfast and maybe we can go again. If you wouldn't rather r go back to sleep, I mean. I know how much you love your beauty sleep." She walked back to the counter and pulled down her long shirt to cover herself.
He stood beside her, clothes back in order now. Pushing his hair away from his eyes, he displayed his trademark smile. "We'll see if you can handle it."