Ayano felt a mixture of dread and embarrassment as she knocked at the door. Stepping back, she shoved her hands into her coat pockets and lowered her head. Sonic had gone out that morning, having a contract with an employer, so now was the only time she could do this without him knowing. It was still painfully humiliating, but at least it was not as bad as if Sonic knew.
A few seconds later the door opened and Saitama stared down at her, blank faced. "Oh. Hey, Ayano. Genos isn't here right now."
She gritted her teeth and reached up to adjust her glasses. "I didn't come here for him," she mumbled.
"Okay…?" The bald hero tilted his head a little and then leaned forward to peer up and down the walkway. "Did Sonic send you to challenge me or-?"
"I need to talk to you about something." She hesitated to continue, but knew she had no choice if she wanted this to happen. Digging in her bag, she produced something she knew he would like; a fresh stack of action manga and some snacks. "Can I come in?"
He looked down at the offering and his dopey smile took form. "Sure. As long as Sonic isn't hanging around."
"He's…busy today." Ayano followed him into the apartment and sat at the table, slouching a little. Saitama took the gifts and started skimming through the manga. Clearly, he was pleased with what she brought him.
Despite what Sonic had said about appreciating her, she was unable to let it go. She kept remembering times when she and Mumen Rider would defeat a monster or help someone in need. Every time, Mumen Rider would be recognized and thanked while she often went completely unnoticed. As much as she appreciated what Sonic told her, it still hurt a little.
"So what's up? You look like something's bugging you."
How can you look so dopey and be this perceptive? Ayano, of course, did not think this with malice; he was genuinely wearing a pretty dumb expression on his face. She fidgeted with the blade sheathed on her forearm, absently running her fingertips along the handle and trying to collect her thoughts properly.
"No one knows that you're a hero, do they? When you defeat a monster, do you ever get thanked for it?"
Across the table, Saitama raised an eyebrow. He rubbed the back of his neck and eventually sighed in frustration. "Nope. No one recognizes me. Sometimes they even get mixed up and think I'm some kind of criminal because of my hair."
"It hurts…right? Even if you're not doing it for fame, it still kind of hurts for people to not even know you're a hero. It's so…frustrating."
"Exactly. I don't do it so people will get all hyped about seeing me or something like that, but it would still be nice just to get a "thank you" sometimes. Wait a second. So that's what this is about? What happened?"
She explained the incident to him, but when she mentioned the fan that had wanted a picture with her, she saw him cringe. "What?"
"They sound kinda creepy. Like "watch you sleep at night" creepy."
Ayano's lips drew down into a frown. Does Genos watch him sleep at night? She tried to imagine waking up to find the cyborg hero staring at her through the darkness and was immediately reminded of something scary. One night, she had woken in the middle of the night and found Sonic's face inches from hers; his cold grey eyes wide as he watched her sleep.
"You should probably be careful."
"Yeah…I will. It was kind of weird, now that I'm thinking about it more," she agreed. The person had seemed a little "off". Even before they approached her.
Saitama glanced up from the manga in his hands, appearing a little distracted. He caught the troubled expression on her face and leaned over. "Hey. Don't let it get to you, okay? Even if we're not getting recognized, we're still protecting people and that's cool, right?"
"You're right. I know…it's just…difficult to not feel disappointed."
"So just don't patrol with Mumen Rider? Genos and I usually don't go together when the Hero Association sends him somewhere and when we do, he's always the one people recognize and want to talk to. If I don't go with him, it's not even a problem."
So avoiding it completely. That seems like your style. She nodded, despite disliking the suggestion. As much as she disliked being cast in Mumen Rider's shadow, she did enjoy working with him. She valued the friendship between them because it was different from how she was with Sonic or even Genos and Saitama.
When Ayano left, it was starting to rain lightly. She ran home through the desolate streets of the ghost town, briefly wondering if Garou would be alright wherever he was. The girl tried to remember which building he had claimed as his temporary home, but she had trouble remembering which direction it was in.
Hoping that her friend managed to stay warm and dry, she pressed on through the increasingly heavy rainfall. Thoughts of eating a hot meal with Sonic and maybe cuddling with the ninja filled her head as she entered the abandoned building they called their base. She shivered a little as she made her way up the stairs, listening carefully for any noises to indicate he was back.
The dog rushed over to greet her immediately, wagging his curly little tail and jumping up to try to get her to pet him. Ayano happily obliged, paying plenty of attention to the dog before filling his bowl with dinner. There was no sign of Sonic and no missed calls or messages on her phone.
Ayano changed into some dry clothes and settled on the futon, frowning as she stared at her phone. She typed a message to him, asking where he was, but it went unanswered. Eventually, she decided to just give up. The girl curled up beneath the blanket of the futon, wearing one of Sonic's shirts as pajamas, and let herself doze off.
What drew her back to consciousness was pressure on her hips from above and the feeling of cold metal pressing against her neck. Ayano's eyes opened half-way and she stared at the ceiling for a moment before slowly lowering her gaze. Her heart skipped a beat as her honey-colored eyes fixed upon Sonic's grinning face.
The room was lit solely by a busted, flickering lamp post outside. Her glasses were off so everything was kind of blurry. Even with these factors distorting her vision, the sight of Sonic's wicked grin sent chills down her spine. The futon blankets had been thrown back and Sonic was sitting on her waist, staring down at her. She felt his knees pressing into her sides and the knife pushed a little tighter against her throat.
Her first instinct was to begin kicking and thrashing to try to save herself, but she knew that doing so could mean the knife sinking beneath her flesh. Ayano stared back at Sonic, her eyes widening as she felt his free hand press against her sternum. Her lips moved, but she was afraid to take too deep of a breath and risk getting cut.
He leaned down a bit more and drew the knife away from her throat. The edge of the blade gently scraped over her collarbone and down to the neckline of the shirt she was wearing. Ayano's hands moved quickly to grab his wrist, her knees bending and legs futilely sliding over the futon's surface as she tried to wrestle the knife from his grip. When the edge bit into her skin, ever so slightly, she went still once more.
Finally, the ninja spoke. "You don't know how to save yourself, do you? What would you do if I was an enemy that ambushed you? I could do whatever I want with you and there's nothing you could do to stop me."
"Ngh! I'm not…helpless!" Ayano twisted sharply and found herself on top of him with his legs bent to either side of her waist. His back hit the floor with a hard thud and the ninja stared up at her in disbelief for a second before his grin returned. Her left hand gripped his wrist to pin it above his head on the floor and her right hand had his throat. "You…could have hurt me."
"You think I really would've hurt you? If I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead." Sonic rolled his hips, grinding forward against her, and Ayano bit her lower lip. She moved forward, sitting on his chest to prevent him from doing it again, and struggled to maintain her glare. "Didn't I tell you that I don't like being topped?"
She bit deeper into her lower lip and leaned down, strands of chocolate brown hair falling around her face and brushing his neck and cheeks lightly. Ayano's knees dug into his ribs and she was about to try to get the knife again. The hero suddenly found her own wrists trapped behind her back by something tight and she was thrown onto her back on the futon again.
The knife was sheathed and tossed aside. Sonic trailed warm fingertips along her thigh and watched her turn her head to the side as she tried to hide her embarrassment. He frowned, disliking that she was refusing to look at him.
Ayano tried to get her wrists free, still confused as to what he had used to bind them behind her back, and was startled when she felt the hem of her sleeping shirt slide up. The fabric slid up her thighs and she turned her face to look at Sonic. He let the shirt bunch up below her bust and paused to study her expression.
Her pulse was racing as their eyes met. Heat rose to her face as she realized what a vulnerable position she was in; arms trapped behind her, lying on her back, legs to either side of him. She was unable to even close her legs since he was now leaning between them. "What…what are you doing?" Her voice trembled as she spoke, but not from fear for her safety. Fear that he would notice that she was starting to feel excited.
Unfortunately, he was able to read her easily. Two fingers hooked through the divider of her panties and his knuckles brushed against warm, slightly wet, flesh. His grin returned full force and he ran his knuckles along her opening, teasing her for a while before tugging at the fabric.
"You want this, don't you? I bet you've been daydreaming about this since I left. Just admit it." Sonic watched Ayano give a timid nod and he pressed his fingers tighter against her. The hero bucked her hips forward subconsciously, releasing a whimper.
Why did that make me excited? I should be afraid, but I don't feel scared now. I want him to touch me more. I want more of this. She swallowed the anxious lump in her throat and summoned forth some courage. "S-Sonic, please…if you're going to do it-"
"Are you trying to command me? I'm going to take my time and do this how I want to do it." His expression changed from simply amused to completely devious. Sonic moved back more and leaned down, drawing the fabric aside.
Ayano's heart started to pound and before she questioned him, she felt his thumb and forefinger close on the sensitive bundle of her nerves at the top of her heat. She instantly moaned and began to writhe beneath him. He rubbed at it, drawing more sounds from her and watching her turn to a squirming, begging mess of pleasure and overstimulation as first one and then another release claimed her.
After the second one hit, he leaned in even closer and brought his mouth to her core. Sonic's tongue dragged along her heat, tracing the warm skin as his fingertips continued to tease her. Ayano's hips rose subconsciously and she felt him press his other hand against her lower abdomen to pin her down. When the wet appendage pushed past her lower lips, she released a sharp gasp and threw her head back against the pillow.
He urged her toward another release, gently kneading the bundle of nerves with his fingers as his tongue continued pushing in and out of the hero's most sensitive area. She finally managed to struggle enough that she got her arms over her head and in front of her. Ayano's fingers tangled in his obsidian hair as her hips raised, pushing his face closer and urging him to go deeper. When the climax hit, she released a strangled sort of moan that sounded a lot like his name.
When Ayano fell limp against the futon, he smirked and leaned back. The hero's panties slid down her legs as he drew them down. He had changed out of his bodysuit and armor when he got home, now wearing a pair of long black shorts and a loose shirt. He shed these quickly, ready to give himself some relief.
Sonic put her arms around his neck and hooked his arms behind her knees, holding her open so he could enter easily. Sheathing himself in her warmth, he lingered that way for a moment and smirked. Nuzzling against the side of her neck, he allowed himself a grin. "You can handle more, can't you?"
"O-of course I can." She wanted to show Sonic that she could handle going however far he wanted to push her. Ayano wanted to show how tough she could be, but at the same time she wanted to share this intimacy with him.
"Good girl. Just try to keep your voice down. We wouldn't want to draw any unwanted attention, would we?" he teased.
Before she could respond, Ayano found him driving his hips into her again and again. Using his speed and strength to quickly push her toward another release. At the same time, he was able to urge himself toward his own edge. His grin grew with his satisfaction as he pushed in deeply for his release. When he had recovered, he fell onto his side and held her tightly against his chest. "That wasn't too much, was it?"
