Chapter 3
Summary: Things with Hawks have escalated out of your control…you never expect to run into the man who single handedly made your question views on love. You will do anything to keep himself and his little girl safe.
Characters: Shota Aizawa x Reader | Eri | Hawks
Warnings: nsfw content in this chapter. The sfw chapter will be posted up as well because it doesn't exactly correlate to the plot of this story.
A/N: I would love to know what you think! This has taken on a mind of its own…but I hope you enjoy it!
Word Count: 3499
Several people tried to approach you after Hawks the famed and the popular Number 2 Hero left you alone on the dance floor. You politely excused yourself, your hero persona so tightly at the forefront you even believed yourself as you lied through your teeth about how you felt. It was a few minutes later that you were finally able to excuse yourself and escape. Your steps took you to the hallway where the restrooms were away from the main Gala and you dipped down one of the side hallways and moved further down the deserted hallway.
You couldn't breathe, you couldn't catch your breath and you knew what this was. Another panic attack was about to drag you under as your mind swirled and your stomach twisted and bile threatened to surge from your throat as you remembered his lips on yours, the intrusive way he'd kissed you, the harsh grip of his hands, as though he already had a right to you, when you barely knew each other and it hadn't been what you'd wanted. He knew that and he didn't care, because he could take what he wanted from you.
You pressed a hand to the wall and one to your chest as though that would somehow allow air to fill your lungs.
"Careful," a voice along your ear and a steadying hand along your upper arm had you trying to jerk away, no one could see you like this, could see you spiral. It was too dangerous to your reputation, you couldn't lose all your hard work. "It's just me...I've got you." You hated that your body fit so well against his own as he took you a few more steps and pushed open one of the deserted balcony doors.
The cool night air, the open space allowed you to breathe a little easier as you pulled away on unsteady legs toward the balcony railing to let your fingers curl against the cold railing. He let you, but he was right behind you as though his body moved on it's own, unable to be out of your orbit, as though he were drawn to you, worried for you.
Aizawa watched you work through what you had kept so carefully hidden from the world. Neither of you spoke as he suppressed the urge to draw you closer to him. He knew he shouldn't be here. Had he not come he might have missed your dance, Hawks. His hands fisted at his side as he remembered the other man's hands on you.
"Better?" he asks softly, resisting the urge to rub your back, to curl his arms around you to draw you closer into the safety of his arms. He doesn't have the right anymore; he gave it up. So why was he here?
You slowly turn to look at him, your dress flattening against the railing. His dark eyes don't miss the way your eyes are too wide, he also doesn't miss the faint bruise along your mouth. His thumb brushes over your lips, his dark eyes flashing red, before he's carefully moving your hair away from your neck, revealing marks you hadn't even had a chance to notice.
"Was that from him?" his tone is low, his whole body tense as he carefully pulls his hand back cupping your cheek. The tenderness in his touch is nearly your undoing. You don't need a savior, not when you have to save him. Not when you will do whatever is necessary to keep him safe...you won't be the reason he and his daughter are in a media crossfire.
"It could be from my new lover for all you know, either way It's none of your business. We aren't together...my life doesn't concern you," your defiant answer is all you can muster as you latch onto the only thing you can control at the moment and that is shoving him as far away from you as you can...being associated with you, now that you've unceremoniously caught the attention of the number 2.
The thin press of his lips, the way his hands tighten at his sides tells you so much. He's jealous, jealous that someone even possibly has been with you. He doesn't rise to the bait, he doesn't fight with you. As his voice softens, his concern isn't masked; it makes it worse.
"No one should ever put a mark on you, not like that. No matter how you want to play kitten," he can't stop the bedroom pet name from slipping out and you hate the way your body remembers him, wants him. The tension mounts between you both, as you feel his racing heart under your hand, and can see the way his body is reacting to you.
"You should be careful around him."
Too little too late…
You can't help the bitter laugh the bubbles up, it borders on a sob and your fingers press into the fabric of his shirt. The gesture is half-hearted, but his whole body stills at your touch, at your request for distance. He doesn't back away, but he doesn't come closer to you. Your heart swells at the gesture, at his respect for you...even after everything he still respects your boundaries, respects you.
Your gaze collides with the dark eyes of the man who broke your heart, to be fair you had shattered his too. You tap your finger against your clothed thigh; you refused to show that seeing him, being around him bothered you. You take a slow breath in, straighten your shoulders and let your gaze clash with his own. "I can handle myself," the retort falls from your lips and you hide your wince at how childish that sounds, how false you don't even believe that.
"I never -" He had started to reach out for you, as though he would cup your cheek. The sound of your hand smacking his own echoed in the darkness surrounding you both.
"Don't!" The bit of your words causes him to withdraw his hand. "You don't get to act like you care, like you're jealous of him. You wouldn't ever be seen with me. Do you know what that feels like?"
The question hung there between you two like another landmine. Waiting to explode, his face fell and his eyes averted from your own, as his hands fisted at his sides. He didn't say anything.
"I was your dirty little secret; you went out in public with everyone else, but not me, you wouldn't be seen alone with me!" you hissed out the words low, your perfectly manicured French nails courtesy of Yu's make over poking him in the chest, as your fingers dug into his chest above his heart. Your words were venomous and angry, but your fingers trembled betraying something else under the surface.
"It wasn't like that," He whispered as he crowded your personal space, even as you stepped back against the railing as his fingers ghosted over your cheek. The tender touch made you press your lips together to keep your emotions tight. You wouldn't shed another tear for him. You wouldn't.
"I just wanted to protect you," he growled, his lips close to yours, his eyes enraged as his anger slipped, his hair floating along his shoulders. He wanted to drag you into his arms, never to let you go. To never let anything hurt you. Yet he had done just that, he'd broken your heart, let you walk away. He'd left you alone to cry. He even now wouldn't admit how much he fucked up, wouldn't admit that he loved you. That he was hopelessly in love with you.
"Don't lie Sho," you whisper, tears of frustration filling your eyes, but you hold them back; you refuse to shed another tear for him. "I wasn't what you wanted; if I was you wouldn't hide from the world what we were together...I was just an easy fuck for you. I should have known."
You refused to blink as your eyes swam with unshed tears, but that didn't stop them from leaking out as a tear slipped down your cheek and you tried to wipe it away, but his thumb brushed it away, his large, warm hand causing others to spill down your cheeks as you take in a hiccupping breath, that sounded too close to a low sob, that you desperately wanted to hide.
His forehead pressed against yours, his hands tightening on your cheeks, not allowing you to leave. "You're out of my league; it was never just sex. It was never just about that, not with you...you burrowed into my heart, made me feel things I haven't felt in a long time."
You take a slow breath in, unable to do anything else. He hadn't changed out of his pirate outfit from earlier, he stood out among the people here, but he didn't care. He'd come for you, unable to let you go without a fight.
"I'm sorry," his lips pressed against your temple before he tipped your chin up to look him in the eye. "I'm sorry I thought I was too old for you, that you deserve someone better than me."
His fingers stroked your cheek and you could only listen as he poured his heart out to you. "I love you, Eri loves you…" he took a breath and watched you. "It's ok; it's ok if you don't...if you need more time…" he said softly.
Your fingers curl on his wrist, your lower lip between your teeth as you try to stop the fresh wave of tears, the pressure in your chest lessens and you duck your head against his chest and his arms curl around you as your fingers tighten along his white shirt, this…this was home. "I don't -" you take a slow breath. "I don't need more time."
You know you have to walk away, you can't risk him, you can't risk the safety of his family…of Eri. Your only option is to walk away, to put the distance necessary to ensure his safety. You arch up on your tiptoes, your mouth close to his ear. "You are the only man who holds my heart…I love you Shota Aizawa and I will love you long after the stars have dimmed in the sky."
Your confession lights the fire that's been burning between you two. His hands drag you closer, his mouth hovering over yours giving you the chance to pull away, to stop wherever this runaway train is heading. Your mouth slanters over his lips, your tongue darting out to race against his bottom lip. He groans low, dragging you closer to him, unable to get as close as he wants with the frills of your dress in the way. Your arms curl along his neck and his hands on your waist tighten as he opens for you, letting your tongue dance with his.
This is dangerous, another terrible idea, but you want one more time with him, one more night. You're in a rather public place even sequestered as you are. One of his hands cup the back of your neck as if to heal the damage done by another man.
The kisses continue, his fingers desperate to touch every inch of you as he places you on your feet, your back against the railing. "I need you," your teeth graze his ear, loving the low sound he makes just for you. Only you make him feel this way, make him feel alive, loved.
"We shouldn't…" his forehead pressed against yours, his gaze traveling to the trees behind you, you were in a very secluded spot. Your nimble fingers find his straining cock behind his tight leather pants and he grits his teeth as you stroke him, his hips rolling against your hand, he hasn't been with anyone else since you and you've always done such things to him.
Such sinful things.
You close your eyes and try to push down the sexual hazy. You stroke him in your hand, your fingers tightening just a little and he huffs a low breath of sound. "You're not making this easy," he whispers against your ear, his lips latching onto the tender spot just before your ear.
He draws a low moan from you and he grins against your neck, his low chuckle sending a shiver down your spin. "For you, I'll do this just once…" his fingers have found the zipper on your dress as he carefully pulls the small metal clasp down the cold night air that hits your back causes you to shiver, but it doesn't last long as his warm hands travel over your newly exposed skin, his fingers parting the material down your shoulders, your arms before it finally pools at your feet. He's lifting you in his arms, your legs centering over his hips as he tucks you against the wall, his body shielding you from view.
No one is going to be able to see you, is going to catch even a glimpse of you, no he would protect your identity, your reputation -everything about you. Your lips find his again as your tongues dance and curl around each other as he drags his confined heavy cock against your lacy underwear, you're already wet, and ready for him. "Hold on love," he tells you breathlessly as your fingers wind through his hair, and your lips press against the underside of his chin.
Your tender fingers massage the nape of his neck, your nails in his hair before watching as he unclasps his belt, and drags the material down and away revealing the flesh underneath. Your poorly concealed laughter at knowing he's gone commando doesn't bother him, as his teeth graze your ear. "I don't want to hear you love," he mutters as his teeth sink into the upper part of your ear and the soft whine you let out as he drags his hard, aching cock against your navel, your fingers curling around him. "Fuck," he hissed against you.
His fingers push your thong aside, dragging through you slick, over your swollen nub, he pulls back, enough for his eyes to search yours for any resignation, any hesitation. He doesn't find anything in your face that contradicts you and slowly he pushes his first finger inside you. Your teeth sink into his shoulder, as you roll your hips taking his fingers deeper. It's barely a few strokes in that he's inserting a second finger, his wrist rolling, the heel of his hand rubbing against your cervix in just the way you need, drawing you higher in your pleasure. Your soft sounds muffled as he pulls your hair, he doesn't man handle you, but he controls you, and let's his lips claim your again, as he swallows down your cries as he changes the angle of his fingers just a little and he's hitting that special place you need him too, that place very few before him could reach.
"That's it, just like that," he praises in your ear as he strokes you slowly, drawing out your orgasm as your body clenches around him. Your fingers press his shirt over his shoulders, the fabric getting tangled along his muscular shoulders as he doesn't pay it any mind as he lets you catch your breath. Your gaze watching as he brings his fingers to his lips and licks them, your soft whine at the sight causes him to give that low sexy laugh that he doesn't do often enough.
Your nails dig into his flesh and he moves his fingers under your thighs coaxing your legs to curl along his hips, his cock rubbing against you. Before he draws his hands to your hips and lines himself up as he presses into you slowly, one arm curls along your back, as you take him inch by slow inch. "Good baby," he praises as he rolls his hips and draws your hips snugly over his, sheathing himself inside you. He doesn't move as your body opens for him, stretches to accommodate his size. His lips press against your cheek. Your weight, not an issue as he keeps you over him.
"I love you," he murmures as he rolls his hips, slowly inside you, drawing back and sliding back in as though you both have all the time in the world, as though everything were standing still before you.
You can't help the soft sob that you bury against his neck. Your arms tighten around his neck, as though you don't ever want to let him go. You're overwhelmed with guilt, for a moment you almost spill your secrets into this sacred place, in the safe place with him. Your teeth sink against your lip and you fight back the words they bubble on your tongue, instead your hands cup his face, your mouth claiming his as your roll your hips urging him to increase his pace, to find the release in the only way you can share your love with him this final time.
He groans into your mouth, his hands almost stall, but one of yours snares his wrist and he presses your back against the brick and his speed increases, his thrusts become harder, deeper as he drags you both closer and closer to oblivion together.
His lips latch onto your neck, his teeth sinking into the marked flesh, as you come undone around him, he's following right behind you. His seed filling you up, in a way he should have been worried about, you were too young, your career far too important to risk. "It's okay," your soft words reach his ears and your fingers thread through his hair as he spends a few more moments inside you, not ready to leave.
"I love you kitten," he mumbles, his breath heating your shoulder as his arms tightened around you as though wishing to draw you closer. "I love you too," your words are soft barely a whisper. As you don't want this to end, for reality to chase away your happiness, but its already happening.
The Gala is drawing to a close as the voices from below cause you both to tense in each other's arms as he carefully slips himself from your warmth, before setting you on your feet. Neither of you dared to say a word he dressed and helped you back into your dress, a few wrinkles were the only thing wrong with it. It was so dark, no one would probably notice.
"Come home with me," he whispers as you two carefully make your way back inside, his hand on the small of your back. You bite your cheek to keep from agreeing as a flash of red catches your attention.
You want to cry as you see Hawks talking with Endeavor and Best Jeanist. As though the young man could hear your thoughts, could hear you, his golden eyes caught you both among the crowd. A single eyebrow quirks upward, but his eyes lose all merriment, his expression doesn't give away the change. It's his body language, he smiles toward you, and you can't breathe as his eyes flicker to the man behind you.
"Till the stars dim, please remember what I said," your whispered words are spoken so softly that Eraser almost doesn't catch them, but he notices your distress almost immediately.
"Go home, go to Eri," you step further away from him as he reaches out toward you, as though to stop you from leaving his side.
Hawks is suddenly there at your side, his arm along your waist, his fingers pressing against the tender flesh along your hip. "Eraser, what a surprise," he greets him. His golden eyes are hard, as the two of them size up each other. "Even the hero's work has managed to drag you out of your home. Out with your little one were you?" He questions with a dazzling smile, his question causes the older man to narrow his eyes at him, as though reading between the lines so few were able.
He clenches his jaw, his dark eyes traveling to you for only a moment, as he chooses his words with greater care than people would assume of him. "Just a quick stop in, it's already late. I need to be heading home," he said stiffly as he forced himself to walk away, out of the building listening as Hawks took you back over to the Pro Heroes on a level he would never be, on a level he had never wanted to be.
He never realized how untouchable they really were until it was waved in front of his face. He hit the night air as he walked swiftly to his car, his phone in hand as he dialed Mandalay…he had to know that Eri was ok. Once that was settled…he was going to do some digging. He was going to bring the hero world to its knees.
