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Aspirations
Chapter 40

Sex? Felt Great.

After effects? Not so great.

It had taken you a bit to come back to Earth as it were. By that time you ran through everything that had just happened, you were laying on your side with your back to Aizawa’s side. You stayed still and quiet as you tried to process what had happened and what it could mean.

God you felt sick thinking about it all. What made it worse was that you felt gross as you hadn’t cleaned up yet. Sitting up felt like you were both stabbing and punching yourself in the womb. Like a massive period cramp that also burned all the private bits below.

100% not a fan of that.

You took a moment to gather yourself. If sitting up was a bitch, you expected walking was going to be a challenge. Though you supposed you could try to sort through and see if any muscles or tissues had been damaged and fix yourself up, you knew it wasn’t the right time for that. Not only would it take time, you didn’t have any resources left over to pull from. Plus there was always the chance that you could accidentally regrow your hymen. Not exactly something you wanted to do. Having someone destroy it once had not been the highlight of the time and that didn’t need to happen a second time as far as you were concerned.

You winced when you realized that your hesitation had drawn Aizawa’s attention. Embarrassed at being caught having to talk yourself into standing up, you pulled one of his pillows in front of you and held onto it. He sat up on the bed and leaned over. His forehead rested against your exposed back, hair tickling as he murmured into your skin.

“I didn’t prepare you as thoroughly as I could have. My apologies,” his tone was apologetic, guilty sounding.

“It’s…not your fault,” you replied quietly, tucking your head into the pillow as you flushed.

Aizawa made a sound of disagreement from behind you. You felt his breath travel down your exposed spine, sending the tiny hairs across your skin into standing up while you repressed the shiver. You couldn't hide the small goose bumps as Aizawa pressed his lips into your back and one of his hands trailed around your front. He stopped when he found you holding the pillow tightly to your chest and stomach; his featherlight kisses formed into a frown. There was so much going on in your head that you were thankful he'd stopped at the pillow; though he could have easily pushed past he hadn't.

“Seriously. It’s fine. I expected some pain the first time. Didn’t expect that to happen with my quirk even though I should have. So thank you for that. Besides it’s not like I told you to slow down…and you were working off of information that said I recently had sex too. Speaking of which - why did my aunt tell you about that?”

Looking up escorts on your phone in an airport had been less embarrassing than talking about it with the man behind you. Somehow perfect strangers knowing your plans was okay but it felt wrong that Aizawa had. Maybe it was because of the sexual tension he decided to finally rip apart about an hour ago….

“She was upset with me for not staying with you after the Christmas party,” he stated.

You frowned. This whole session had started with him saying that he should have stayed with you. Did he only come to that conclusion after your aunt interceded? If he had, did that mean she had influenced him? The idea that he thought he made a wrong choice only because someone else thought so wasn’t comforting.

“She wasn’t happy that you were going to solicite sex ontop of agreeing to participate in the Hero Reproductive Initiative so she took some of it out on me. With her cane.”

Your stomach dropped. So she had interfered; influenced him in some way with her annoyance to overcome his prior reservations afterall.

The world felt like it was moving a little too quickly again. Aizawa shifted on the bed behind you, wrapping his arms around you and the pillow you were holding for modesty. You could feel his legs opening up around you though he kept seated just enough distance back so you didn’t feel him poking you, putting him at a lean as he kissed your neck.

“She told you about that too Huh?” You asked in a more subdued tone.

“Yes,” he said before placing an open mouth kiss to the dip of your shoulder.

You didn’t want to ask.

You didn’t want to know.

“Is that why you got drunk?” You asked anyways.

“It’s a factor,” Aizawa acknowledged.

“Is that why you decided to sleep with me now?”

He paused the lazy trail he’d started to make with his mouth long enough to give you another partial answer. “Partially.”

Fuck.

You pushed back so many different reactions that you felt sick. Every pleasant humm that had been left over in your body felt like someone had started to drip cold acid onto it.

“Entering into that agreement with the commission isn’t rational you know. You made the choice out of fear.”

You wanted to rip yourself away from him even as he started to speak. Instead you calmly, though wincing in discomfort, started to stand up for real this time. You kept the pillow in your arms, covering up the majority of your front, as you carefully bent down to gather your pile of clothes. Thankfully they had all ended up together.

“It seemed like the best option,” you said as bitterness seeped into your tone. “I have the chance to pass on my quirk…or even a more battle ready version if it combines well with whoever’s they selected. And my child will receive the best education and training. And as it’s in the government's best interest…it offers some protection for me and the kid. Especially as I keep doing stupid things.”

Like wanting a guy who obviously just thought of you as another duty. Or something.

Seriously you were so confused over what Aizawa had done that you wanted to cry. You held yourself back from that as you moved to his bathing room. It may have been rude to use without permission but you didn’t exactly want to walk around with semen, cum, and blood dripping down your legs. Not exactly the most dignified of things to do.

By the time you’d gotten to something resembling presentable and stepped back out into the main room, tossing the pillow back onto his bed, Aizawa was completely dressed in his full hero outfit once more. Seeing as the sun had set, based on the lack of it slipping through the cracks in the curtain, he was probably going to head out for patrol. Rage surged through you at the sight. It was an irrational reaction but it was at least better than crying. In that moment you really did feel like what had transpired had just been another task he felt he had to accomplish. Possibly just to make Recovery Girl happy or something fucked up like that.

“I understand your rationale,” the darkly dressed man admitted. “But nothing has changed compared to last month or the month before. I’ll protect you, we all will. It’s why I recommended that Principal Nezu recruited you to join the faculty. You’re safe here.”

Worse. He just made you feel a hundred times. As far as you knew Aizawa had recommended you because he thought you needed to be protected, to be kept a secret. Not because he thought you would have done a good job for the students. But because he thought you were a liability. It hurt so much to hear him say it.

You wished you hadn’t come over. You wished you could just stop wanting something that was out of your reach.

As you were trying to keep steady you felt as he gently held your hands, thumbs brushing over your knuckles.

“And whenever you’re actually ready, I believe I just proved I’m up to the task of fertilizing an egg or two.”

He was smiling. Not out of joy. It seemed almost boastful.

You just stood there, looking at his hands around yours, and wishing you were anywhere else.
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