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Aspirations
Chapter 39

Getting Aizawa rehydrated was a little more difficult than your usual party tricks. It required you to drink two bottles of water in front of him as he sat on the bed staring at you. Then you had to pretty much inject the water to all the right areas in his body while you cleaned him out at the same time. All those same toxins were squeezed into the empty water bottles before you excused yourself to wash your hands. Or rather the tendrils that came out of your hands.

As you worked, you had felt his heavy gaze following your every movement. You took a bit longer washing down then you really needed as you let out a shuddering breath. You could still feel him on your skin, feel the intensity and questions he hadn’t asked about. It threatened to drown you like a river of sweet wine.

When you came back out of his wash room, you wanted to turn right back around. Aizawa had his weight leaned back onto his arms. The tension in his arms defined the muscles in a way that it was hard to draw your attention away from. His hair was pushed out of his face unlike his usual, unlike how he’d answered the door.

‘Down girl. Down.’

You closed your eyes to try and shake the less-than-helpful thoughts from your mind. Aizawa had made it clear where he stood on any sort of relationship. He trusted you in some things but you were somewhere between his student and not - too childish to be anything more. Damn whatever Recovery Girl and President Mic said to the contrary.

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly as you asked. “Feel better?”

Aizawa nodded.

You forced a smile to your face. Though you notice that as you did, Aizawa frowned.

“Where did you learn to cure a hangover like that?”

“Asking as a hero who is sworn to uphold the law or a friend?” You tried to joke though in all honesty it was a serious question.

It wasn’t like you wanted your past actions to come back and bite you in the ass. You weren’t entirely sure if there was a statute of limitations on what you’d done in the past, much less how long it would have been.

“A friend,” Aizawa said in a slow tone, his eyes regarding you cautiously despite that.

“I picked it up as a way to help pay my way through school after High School,” you divulged honestly. “Lots of college kids used to drink and regret it in the mornings. Especially come Monday mornings; paying for a quick hangover fix was worth it. It’s just been a while since I’ve done that so I’m a little rusty.”

His cautious look shifted to surprise then to light admonishment. You shifted in your spot for a moment. You really did feel like a little kid about to get a scolding from the teacher when he gave you that look. Though as you decided what to do the scold never came.

You started towards the door and almost made it out before he called out your name.

“Wait,” he said quietly. When you stopped you heard him stand up from the bed. “Close the door.”

Shit was he going to lecture you over past transgressions?

You could feel when your inner ears readjusted themselves as they focused on every little sound he made. Especially when you heard him taking larger strides than normal. Though he’d told you to close the door you hadn’t done that. You kind of wanted it open in case he really did decide to lecture you on quirk morality. After all of his hypocritical lectures you weren’t exactly in the mood for more judgement.

“Eri is with Mirio right now.”

Well. That was not what you were expecting.

You tilted your head to the side as you tried to figure out where that had come from. Had you asked about Eri when you’d come in? You didn’t think you did. If you had he probably would have told you sooner. You turned back to look at him, the question ‘what’ written all over your face. Your eyes widened when you realized that he stepped in closer as he started to turn around.

Aizawa sidestepped you, practically stretching as he shuffled, so that he could get to the door. As he shut out the majority of light in his quarters, you gripped your hands. He was so close that if you had taken a deep breath, you would have been touching him. So close that you could smell him. He might have been hungover a couple of minutes ago but he must have taken a shower earlier because he smelt fine. Spicy even.

Delicious. He smelt delicious.

You couldn’t rip your eyes away from his face in the poorly lit up room. At least not until he put his hands into your hips and backed you up the rest of the way to the doorway. Not that you had far to go. Your spine touched the wood as Aizawa closed whatever distance there had been.

“Stay.”

“Did I miss something?” You asked nervously as you felt him start to spread out his fingers.

The simple act of him doing that was enough to send a shiver down your spine. You could feel the heat from his skin. You could feel as your shirt was pushed up when he started to rub his thumbs in small motions. You did your best not to squirm or show that something so small affected you greatly but you weren’t very successful at that.

Even as confused as you were you quickly realized this wasn’t because you’d overlooked something that needed to be healed. It was and wasn’t far from the truth. The intensity and intent behind him brushing his hands up and down your sides started to crack your shell. Your skin flushed rapidly as you quivered quietly.

“I should have stayed,” Aizawa was always a confusing man, but none more so than right now.

“What?”

“At the Christmas party. I should have sent Eri back with one of the students,” he murmured. “I should have stayed with you.”

“I’m a big girl,” though you didn’t feel like it with how much he was able to reach with his hands splayed out like they were. “You didn’t have to stay just cause I was afraid.”

Huh. Funny what actually came out of your mouth despite having a very good idea that wasn’t what he meant. You supposed you were trying to give him an out. Give him a way to back down from the very intimate position he put you and himself in as he pinned you to the doorway.

“Yes I should have,” he responded.

You practically squeaked when he curved his body in a way that felt all too perfect. With the way he pressed his hips into yours, you couldn’t stop the wave of anticipation that flashed through your body like lightning.

“I should have stayed,” he repeated as his voice dropped, head leaning down towards you. “I should have sent Eri home and come back to take you on your bed like you’d wanted back then. All of this mess would have been avoided.”

Aizawa moved his hand. It glided across your skin, curving around your body, until he got to the back of your spine. Your breathing hitches before you were able to refocus. Though with the way he trailed his other hand back and around you to match, curving them down to grip at your ass with a very quiet sound of pleasure, focusing was a relative term. One that you started to get less and less familiar with.

“Mess?” You asked as you shifted.

Shit it was already starting to feel too good. The familiar knot started to form, tightening so quickly it felt supernatural.

“What—what mess?”

Aizawa made a sound of agreement (not exactly a full answer) as his lips pressed to your forehead. Compared to how he started to knead at your ass, twirling a finger teasingly up and down, the feeling of his lips was innocent. Especially when a moment later you found him pulling you to the bed, turning you around, and shoving his hands down the waistband of your pants.

You jumped at the complete and utter lack of hesitation on his part as he instantly pushed your underwear aside and started playing you like a fiddle. Your hands gripped his wrist out of instinct even as your stumbled to keep up with his demanding pace to the bed.

Aizawa’s fingers traced your and down your slit, sinking his middle and ring finger into you the moment he had a chance. You felt him drag his fingers up and especially as he caught your clit between them. You keened in the back of your throat from the sharp sensation from that. You pushed on his wrist, somehow trying to push him in deeper even though that really made no sense. Aizawa rocked his hand back and for until your eyes were closed tight and you had started to drip. He smiled against the back of your head, using his other hand to help you out of your pants even as he leaned you over the bed.

You moved your hands away from him when your stomach touched the bed. You fished the covers when he released your clit in one motion but started to actually plunge two fingers into you the next. Within seconds you’d started to shiver while he rubbed himself against the plushnesss of your butt.

His fingers felt good.

His dick would feel so much better you were sure.

As quickly as you could, and with much annoyance at yourself for having to dislodge him, you turned around and hurriedly made him realize you wanted his pants off right now. While he removed the dark baggy confinement’s, you pulled off your underwear. It wasn’t until after Aizawa pulled off his own that he reminded you that you still had your bra on. And he did so by pulling it off of you - not even bothering yo unhook it from the back, simply pulling it up and over your head.

Your breasts jiggled as they settled back into place from the toughness of getting undressed. Even before they stopped moving, Aizawa was between your legs.

He held himself just long enough to line up. And oh boy when he started to slip in did it hurt.

You left marks when you gripped him. His blankets and sheets bunched up into your other hand as you instinctively tried to pull yourself away from the pain. And something you never expected to happen started to. Aizawa felt himself being forced out of your body because of the physical side of your quirk. You arched, trying to scoot away from the cutting pain, as Aizawa put both of his hands around to hold you still.

He activated his quirk to stop you from using yours just long enough for you to focus. It didn’t stop the tendrils that were already “out”, the ones keeping him from plunging the rest of the way in. But it did stop you from pushing him out the rest of the way and from repairing the “damage” he’d already done.

“You’re a virgin,” he breathed out in a sort of disbelief.

You looked up at him with wide eyes as his hair fell back down into place. You nodded slowly.

“But— Taiwan…”

Full sentences seemed to be hard for him at the moment. Not that you could blaim him. You were in a similar state. Though the more you tried to calm down the more you realized what was happening.

Shit.

A sort of weird nausea started to hit you as the weight of the situation became more apparent.

“Taiwan?” You asked and he nodded, hands gripping you tighter for a split second. “…she didn’t.”

“She told me you hired a prostitute.”

Considering that he still had his tip inside of you, this was a weird conversation to be having.

“I did…I just couldn’t…didn’t know them,” you frowned and turned your face away from his gaze.

Which apparently he wasn’t happy with. Aizawa leaned over you, using one hand to turn your attention back to him. When you met his gaze it was red and his hair was up once more. As slowly as he could you felt as he pushed his way into you all the whole keeping up enough concentration to stop you from accidentally activating your own quirk.

It was hard to relax around the new sensation. Well…not entirely new but far more than the two fingers from earlier. You made yourself take in and release a couple of deep breaths. Still he held still. His hand drifted from your face as he quivered, almost blinking but stopping himself at gif last moment. Aizawa continued to trail his hand down from your neck until he helped to bring you up into a full kiss.

Which you returned vigorously. As you shifted, dislodging him for a split second, Aizawa rocked into you with a sort of desperation. The movements were short and quick. And the second you made a sound of pleasure, he finally let himself blink. You smiled at that, bring your hands up around his head and weaving them into his fallen hair.

“Thanks,” you murmured sloppily against his lips, gently rubbing your thumbs on the scars under his eyes.

Aizawa started thrusting. You could feel the force deep in your belly. Before it got to be too much for you to focus, you gently moved your hands from around his face so you could use your thumb to rub at his tear ducts, stimulating them in order to help with the dry eyes he normally had.

When you felt even the barest of moisture on his lashes, you started to move your hands and lay back down on the bed. Which didn’t last very long. You wrapped your legs behind him, rubbing them up and down the backside of his thighs as Aizawa built up a momentum.

The bed moved under you. It was ignored. The way your chest moved and juggled appearantly fascinated him a lot more. At least judging by the way he wrapped his lips and teeth around one of your nipples.

You arched up into him as he started to hit the right spot somewhere inside of you. You could hear as he pulled out and started to push back in. His hand gripped your ass and spread your cheeks apart as he held onto them.

You spread your legs even further apart, scooting onto the bed just far enough so that you could butterfly them. Aizawa’s stopped needing to hold your weight and so he braced himself better.

Fuck.

You squeezed your eyes closed as you continued to push yourself into him. You started rocking back and forth, up and down, as you focused on the sensation. You knew the tightness in your belly meant that your climax was soon.

Aizawa lapped at your breast as he thrust as deeply as anyone could. Before he had time to switch you felt him shudder. Each muscle ripped wherever you were able to touch and so much more. You felt yourself milking him as he came. It felt like small gushes of the warmest water shooting out inside of you. Ones that were accompanied by diminishing pumps.

You let out a breath you haven’t realized you were holding. He’d just cum. Inside of you. Without a condom.

Shi—

You didn’t even have time to finish that thought as Aizawa set a brutal assault on your drilling sex with his fingers. All the while he stayed inside of you, filling your up even though he’d gone limp. You came hard that way because he’d kept you stuffed. Harder than any orgasm you’d been able to give yourself to date. And the five minutes it took to come back down enough to realize he was still inside of you was proof of that.
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