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when the zeros line up - ch 04

Long chapter again, but yall seemed to like the last one so fuck me I guess. Glad to be of service. This time tho we are back to more porn than plot, at least in my humble opinion. This chapter contains heavy storms and power outages much like the ones that delayed me finishing this. Hope you all like it! Pairing: Aizawa x reader Word count: 8505 Warning: smut

12:00

When Aizawa woke up that morning sunlight was already bathing his bed in its warm glow. He struggled to open his eyes and face the clarity but it wasn’t the sun that was to blame for waking him up. Outside he could hear the chirping of birds, loud and lively as per usual. Way too fucking lively for his tastes. There was a nest somewhere in the tree right outside his window and sometimes - especially in mornings like this - he really considered forcefully relocating the bastards. He knew he could never bring himself to do that but, god, the miracle of life was really testing his patience.

It took Aizawa a good few minutes until he decided he was awake enough to get up. He could feel his muscles sore and a light headache buzzing through his brain. He wasn’t about to complain, though. The night had gone way better than he’d expected and this time around he wouldn’t be trying to kill Hizashi for setting him up. Well, not trying too much anyways. Always good to keep the man on his toes.

He went about his morning routine as usual. Bare feet meeting the cold floor as he opened the curtains to let the sun in. His body moving on auto pilot, still half asleep as he made his way to the kitchen. Sunlight warmed his skin as he went through the motions of grounding coffee beans, the smell already filling his nostrils but still not enough to really wake him up. He put them in the brewer, filled the water and turned it on before making his way to the bathroom.

Morning light filled the bathroom, reflecting off of the light tiles in a way that was almost too much for his tired eyes. He squinted for a second, eyes adjusting to the environment as he felt himself waking up more. Yawning, he stepped in front of the sink, picking up his toothbrush as he looked at himself in the mirror. His reflection stared back at him, looking just as drowsy as he felt. He moved to pick up the tooth paste but when he looked down, as his eyes met his hands, something felt strange. There was something different, something missing.

The clock on his wrist was missing. Fuck.

Aizawa dropped the toothbrush in the sink. Shock tensed his body as he brought his wrist closer to his face. He looked back at the mirror again, he’d never really seen his reflection in a dream. He wasn’t sleeping. No, he was fully fucking awake. Shit. He looked back to his wrist again, as if the pause would change anything. It didn’t, the empty skin still stared back at him. Damn, he was pretty fucking sure it was there just the day before.

The previous night came back to his mind like a punch to his face. There was no other explanation. What a fucking setup, Hizashi.

Dashing through the apartment, Aizawa looked through the whole place for his phone before finding it in his bedroom. He just stood and stared at it for a good few seconds before unlocking it and going straight to your last message. He’d asked you to message him when you got home, so he’d know you’d made it there safe. Your last words to each other just a casual wish for a good night.

He swallowed dry as he stood there, just staring at the words on the screen as his body felt frozen. Aizawa had never really given it any thought about what would happen when - if - he met his soulmate. And to be very frank, he couldn’t really be sure you were his soulmate. Still, there was a more than good chance. He knew he had to ask you, he just didn’t know how to. Shit, he was fucking ashamed at just how much he was freaking out.

Taking a deep breath, Aizawa paced around the empty apartment. The only noises being the chirping birds, the coffee machine brewing and his heavy feet meeting the floor. He typed and erased a dozen times, communication had never been his strong suit and this was only making this worse. Giving up, he decided there was no painless way around this issue. He typed for one last time before hitting send and throwing phone on his couch before moving to do something else.

‘Good morning, sleep well? So, there is no non weird way to ask this but, is the clock still on your wrist?’

“I can‘t believe you are abandoning me,” Nemuri almost cried on your phone, voice coming distorted from the speaker. You didn’t even bother hiding your laughter this time, if she was gonna continue to be this dramatic you might as well enjoy the show.

The speakers crackle for a second as she says something unintelligible. Nemuri had called you just as you started getting ready for your date with Aizawa. It hadn’t been too long since that night at the bar and you hadn’t seen each other quite so often. So, despite some anxieties that hung over your head, you were actually looking forward to it. Someone, however, wasn’t so excited about the whole endeavor.

“Oh,” you suppressed your amusement for a second, you could hear the pouty lips in her voice, “come on-“

“No,” she interrupted you, genuine offense filling her voice. ”Sundays are when we watch movies! It 's girls night! I’m gonna fucking kill Shouta.”

For a second you felt a pang of guilt, you wanted it to be girls night but the street fair you wanted to go to only opened on sundays. And it also happened that the place was not far from Aizawa’s home so you had your excuse to invite him. Nemuri had known about this date since friday, when you told her, and she never let up the pouty lip since then. You knew it was all just drama though, she’d be better about it in no time.

“Hey now,” you said, rolling your eyes as you sat down on the bed to put on your shoes, “you were the one that set me up with him in the first place.”

"That’s because he is your soulmate,” Nemuri paused and you could hear her sigh on the other end of the line. “But I didn’t think you’d abandon me for him.”

The word soulmate rings in your head like a church bell. It’s heavy, omnious and still fucking scary. Honestly, the morning after that night at the bar the last thing you had been expecting was a text from him asking about the clock in your wrist. And sure enough, when you looked, it wasn’t there. For a moment, you could even believe it never was.

To say that was a shock would be an understatement, it took a good few seconds for your brain to register the news. It took a good few minutes for you to gather the courage to reply to Aizawa. You didn’t really know what to think and apparently neither did he. In the end you both decided just not to think about it too hard and just see where things went. You couldn’t be more thankful.

“Come on, Muri, it’s just one sunday, “ it was your turn to sigh now. “Listen, I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, I’m gonna take you out for lunch.”

"Hmm,” there was a pause as she contemplated your offer, even though you knew she’d accept. “Okay, okay.”

“Thank you,” your reply came in a sing songy voice as you finished putting on your shoes and got up to look at yourself in the mirror. “Listen, I gotta get going. Love you Muri.”

“Love you. And at least get laid tonight, you bitch!”

Turning from the mirror to the nightstand, you couldn't but laugh out loud at her even before you closed the call. You had only gone on a couple of dates with Aizawa so far but generally by this point you’d have already gotten laid with whoever you were seeing. Though, the situation was… A bit more complicated now. The whole soulmate thing hung in the air thick and uncomfortable. On top of that, you were deeply afraid of how he’d react once he discovered your other job. You shook your head trying to get rid of these thoughts. No use contemplating on them right now, you had a date to go.

The lights of the fair bathed the place and people in a beautiful glow, its bright colors contrasting with the cloudy night. Cheerful music rang through the street and the smell of sweets was strong in the air. Put together, it was a picture perfect street fair. Aizawa felt even a little self conscious as he stood there, dressed in dark clothes. Pretty much a black spot in the otherwise colorful place. Well, not like he was going to go back and change anyways.

Just his luck, he wouldn’t really need to worry about that for long. It hadn't been a full fifteen minutes of him standing there when you arrived. You were beautiful - like usual - and Aizawa didn’t even have time to fight the dumb slime that took over his face at the sight of you. He could feel the blood rush to his face when you shot him a smile as you walked towards him. Fuck, he hoped he wasn’t blushing.

When you got to him he greeted you with a kiss. It was soft and gentle as Aizawa held your face in one hand, his thumb caressing your soft skin. The touch of your lips washed away his anxieties and made him feel at home. When your mouths parted you gave him a hug and Aizawa could swear his whole body was aflame as his heart tried to escape his chest. The smell of your perfume washed over him, you smelled like cherry and rum and something he was certain was hypnotizing. The moment you let go he was already missing you.

You and Aizawa walked through the fair together, hands linked as you went through the many stands. The cool night air caressed your face as the noise of the people mixed with the music in your ears. The colors of the lights illuminated the heavy sky and bathed Aizawa’s face in their beautiful glow. For a man who always looked so tired and grumpy he was terribly handsome and you were finding it really hard not to stare.

Normally, Aizawa wouldn’t really be found at a place with this much noise and this many people. Tonight, though, he was happy to just be there with you. He found it endearing how you seemed uncontrollably drawn to every stand of sweets you could find. And how surprisingly good at some of the games you were. You’d been at the fair before, you knew the place and he was happy to go along and listen to you talk about it. He loved your voice and the warmth it brought to him, but he could never really place how familiar it seemed.

This wasn’t the first time he felt like that, he’d been having this in his mind since the first date you had after that night at the bar. It was almost eerie at points. He couldn’t really place why but he felt he had heard your voice before. And not only once. He tried not to dwell on it too much but the thought always crept back to his head. Sometimes, he even felt like your smile wasn’t unfamiliar to him. Like he’d seen it before he just couldn’t recall exactly where.

Before he noticed you’d both gotten close to the end of the fair. The lights no longer shining so overwhelmingly brightly around you. The music playing more softly here and Aizawa was suddenly aware of how the wind was picking up. You had pulled him towards a stand that held wood carved things, from utensils to toys and even an entire shogi board. Aizawa watched with endearment as you looked through the things. They were all in fact very beautiful, and he wondered if the sole old woman at the stand was the one that made them all.

Your eyes lit up immediately when you noticed the masks hanging above your head. The old woman motioned for you to pull them from their thread and you did, bringing each to your face as you softly awed at them. There was one in particular, however, that caught your attention. It was a black half mask that covered only above your nose, leaving your mouth visible. It was clearly made to look Egyptian, with two triangular cat ears placed at the top and golden markings adorning its dark coat. It was gorgeous, but that was not the thing that caught his eye.

The thought hit him with the power of a gunshot. Suddenly it all fell into place. A part of him didn’t want to believe it, the sheer ridiculousness of the situation seeming just too much. But he knew life could be like that. When you placed the mask on your eyes Aizawa knew exactly where he had heard your voice. You smiled holding it to your face and he knew exactly where he’d seen your smile.

You were Feisty Feline Fey. You were the woman he watched through his screen for a little while now.

He turned back to the old woman as you continued looking at the mask. He asked how much it cost, passing the money and letting her keep the change. Fuck, he didnt believe he was doing this. But there was no way he could just up and ask you about that. Well, there certainly was but he wasn’t exactly this brave. And he didn’t want to think about what would happen if he was wrong. The last time he’d watched the stream - your stream - was after that night at the karaoke bar and before your first actual date. There was always the chance that he was wrong.

But still, he felt way too sure the minute you put it on your face. So he bought it for you in a hail mary plan that had every chance of never coming to fruition. The long shot that maybe you could wear it in one of your streams. Or maybe hang it with the other masks that you always hung on the wall in your background. Maybe none of that would ever happen and he’d forget about it but maybe not.

As you moved to place the mask back in its spot the old woman turned to you and motioned that you could keep it, handing you a plastic bag to put it on. When she told you Aizawa had bought it you looked back at him. He felt almost afraid of facing you but your eyes had him locked on your gaze. You thanked him, leaving a peck on his lips as you held his face in your warm hands. The smile you shot him was enough to push his thoughts to the back of his mind as you pulled him a little further from the fair, to a corner behind an empty stand.

The minute you both got out of sight your lips found his own. You could feel Aizawa laugh into the kiss as he opened his mouth to deepen it. His strong arms circled your body, bringing you flush against him as your tongue slipped into his mouth. Your hands braced on his chest, fingers gripping tightly to the fabric of his long sleeved shirt as you felt one of his hands sneaking from your waist to the curve of your ass. He grabs a handful and you can’t help the moan that escapes from your mouth.

He laughs again, the sound warm, husky and dripping with desire. When you break the kiss for air he moves his mouth to your ear, leaving messy wet kisses along the way. You can hear him grunt as he massages your ass through your skirt. You can feel your pussy throb in response, the sound sending a shudder down your body. Your lips find his neck, kissing and nipping at his pulse, pulling another grunt from his throat. This one even more sinful than the first. You are just about to bite into his neck when a flash of light illuminates the dark night.

You look up just in time to see a bolt of lightning crossing the sky, falling not too far from where you are. Just as the thunder reaches your ears rain starts to fall from the sky. Fat droplets of water rushing to the ground fast as the wind picked up. Above you, the sky is heavy and dark, flashes of light bursting here and there. Aizawa was quick to pull you to him and try to find shelter, but it was clear the sky was about to fall down. Great fuck timing.

“Shit,” you cursed against the skin of his neck, and for a second you can feel him shiver.

“Yeah, that’s getting ugly,” you can hear laughter in his voice, feel his baritone reverberate in his chest as you watch him pull up his phone, “I live pretty close, we can go to my house, if you don’t mind.”

You look up at him and you can feel a hint of hesitation mixed with the desire in his husky tone. It’s kinda cute that he’d think you reject that.

“Sure, Shouta,” you pause to lay a kiss on his jaw, and you are pretty sure your voice gives away your intentions, “I’d love to.”

When you get to his building darkness welcomes you. The whole block was engulfed in the inky blackness as the rain poured heavy over the city. The storm had knocked out the power for the whole neighborhood, the only light you could find were the cars in the street. Luckily for you, his apartment was only on the third floor. You climbed up the stairs clumsily, you had both gotten wet as you waited for the cab at the fair and more now as you rushed from the car to his building. It was a miracle that you made it to his floor without slipping.

The minute Aizawa closed the door behind you his hands were already on your body. He pushed you against the wall, wet lips finding yours even in the darkness. He tasted like rain and smelled like honey and chocolate, sweet and enticing at the same time. Your hands moved to his face, feeling the stubble against your skin as you caressed his jaw. He moaned softly into the kiss and the vibrations brought a shiver down your spine.

You both moved in a hush. A flurry of wet bodies as he tried to guide you through the apartment while never letting go of your skin. You were sure there would be a trail of things tomorrow but for now you couldn’t care. Bag and shoes were left carelessly in the living room as you made your way to the bedroom. Your hands slipped under his shirt just as you found the closed bedroom door, pressing him tight against it. His body felt thick and strong but you didn’t have much time to marvel at it as he opened the door, stumbling inside as he removed his shirt and it too met the ground.

Aizawa pulled you back to him, mouth finding your own again as his hands found the buttons of your shirt. Your hands explored his broad torso as he made quick work of your shirt. Just as your hands slipped to his belt he finished undoing your buttons. Aizawa’s deft hands were quick to slip the shirt from your arms, throwing it to the floor with his own. You pulled him to you again, feeling the warmth of his skin against yous. His hands found your waist, gripping tight as he laid a wet kiss to your neck before throwing you backwards into his soft bed.

You fell with a whimper and despite the chilly rain outside the bed felt warm and welcoming, just like him. Thunder cracked in the distance, powerful but too far away to light up the room. You could feel his presence, feel him hovering over the bed, over you. The darkness only made your wait for him seem longer, a moment stretching into an eternity until you felt the bed dip with his weight. He fell on top of you, caging your legs between his as he sat back on his heels. Even if you couldn’t see it, you could feel his eyes on you, with the same intensity of the storm outside.

The rain fell with voracity over the city below. Aizawa could hear violence on the drumming of the droplets onto the roof, but he couldn’t care about it. He also couldn’t care about the way his windows shook with another burst of thunder, not right now. Especially not as this time lightning illuminated his room for a precious second. A precious moment in which he could finally see you. Finally let his eyes drink the sight of you.

You laid beneath him, hips straddled between his legs, skin wet and glistening in the burst of light. The damp fabric of your skirt clung to your thighs, the sheer mesh of your black bra only emphasizing what laid beneath it - almost like a frame. Your wet hair messy and clinging every which way to your face, your soft lips parted only slightly. Aizawa forgot how to breathe the minute his eyes found your own - huge and darkened with lust. But the moment was broken far too soon, as the lighting died, darkness took over the room once more.

When he regained his breath Aizawa immediately found his way back to your mouth. He bit lightly on your bottom lip, licking and sucking at it, dragging a moan out of you, using this moment to slip his tongue into your mouth. One of his hands came to cradle your face, strong fingers feeling warm against the wet skin. The other hand found your hip, slipping between you and the soft bed to grope at your ass, digging into the flesh with the same violence of the storm outside.

In the thick cover of darkness, all you could do was feel his warm body close to yours and indulge in his touch. You laid one hand to his chest, feeling the soft caress of his skin beneath the hair. He was hot like a furnace, despite being wet from the rain, the heat seeping from his body to yours. Your other hand slid from his side to his back, caressing the thick ropes of muscle on the way.

He felt strong, the powerful muscles moving under your touch reminding you of just how tough a pro hero had to be. Of course, you’d noticed his arms before, and he never really seemed small, but before now you didn’t have any idea of just how built he was. Or just how large his shoulders were. The oversized shirts and long sleeved button ups he wore did a fantastic job of hiding his body from you. Damn, you were really wishing the power wasn’t out right now. You wanted to see him, all of him. But that would have to wait.

When your mouths parted for air, Aizawa started kissing his way from your jaw to your neck. He stopped on your pulse, soft lips hovering just above you, blowing warm air on your oversensitive skin. The lack of sight made you hyper aware of your other senses, this almost-touch of his mouth and the way his stubble scratched against your neck felt close to torture. You could feel his breathing, the hand on his chest feeling the ferocious beating of his heart. He was all fire and muscle, raw animalistic power held back by the surface tension of his self restraint.

The rain hammered against his window now. Drumming loud and insistent as the wind howled with brutality. The deafening harmonies of the storm muffling the noises you made as Aizawa’s teeth grazed your skin and bit into your pulse. He didn’t need the noise to feel your reaction though, your nails digging into his back were more than enough to pull a grunt of his own. You tried to squirm under him but he moved the hand on your ass to your hip, pushing you against the bed and keeping you in place. When his teeth let go of your neck his tongue took their place, licking and soothing at your skin.

Aizawa feels your hand on his chest move to the back of his neck before it sinks into his damp hair, fingers pulling at his locks as he lays wet kisses down your neck. He braces himself in one arm, lowering his body even closer to yours as the hand on your hips slowly travels upward. His lips continue to move lower and lower, nipping on the junction of your neck and shoulder as they go down. He wants to memorize your taste and the sensation of your skin on his fingers as they brush against your side before touching your bra.

In the darkness he can’t see it - and he wishes he could - but he can feel the mesh of your bra and the way it curves against your body. At first his touches are light and tentative as he explores the covered skin. His fingers brush softly against you, the feeling of the mesh’s texture and the shape of your breast riling him up all by themselves. The movements of his hand are slow and deliberate and he can hear your labored breathing. Feel you squirming under him when his thumb brushes against your nipple. He doesn’t resist the temptation and pinches it under the soft fabric, pulling a whimper from deep in your chest.

You pull at his hair as Aizawa teases your nipple through the lingerie. He was taking his sweet time and you were just feverish. Every touch like a burn and you felt there was molten lava under your skin. When he lets go of your nipple he gropes your breast with his whole hand, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. His lips find the skin that the bra couldn’t cover, attacking the top of your breast with aggression. He is biting and sucking as you moan in desperation. You are sure this is going to leave a bruise but it feels too blissful for you to worry about that right now.

Aizawa groans as you start to squirm under him again, the sound animalistic and visceral. You are rubbing your hips against his own and he can feel his cock twitch under his pants. His mouth lets go of your breast, licking at the spot before moving to attack your lips. You gasp in surprise and he deepens the kiss, savoring how wet and warm you feel. His tongue silences your moans before they even have a chance as he gropes your breast harder. Your nails dig into his back in response, scratching at the skin and it has him shivering. The thought of deep red marks drives him further into desire as he rocks his hips against yours, seeking the friction his body so needs.

He breaks the kiss with a grunt, pulling your lip between his teeth and sucking on it before letting go. You try to move your hips again but he has you pinned under his weight. Hips crushing yours, so close he can feel the heat in your core even through your damp skirt. Slowly, Aizawa pulls down the cup of your bra, careful with the fabric in his hands as he exposes your flesh. His lips are fast to find your breast, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. You whimper and he grunts in response, bucking his hips into you, forcing your own to sink further into the bed with his weight. The moan you give in response is the most delicious sound he’d ever heard.

Aizawa lets go of your nipple as his hand reaches to the other breast, kneading at it before he pulls it free from the bra. His mouth moves now to the newly freed flesh, his stubble tickling your skin as he kisses his way to your newly freed nipple. Hungry lips take it into his mouth, sucking and licking and biting until he has you mewling under him. His hand goes back to where it was before, forcefully groping your breast before it moves to pinching the nipple. He can feel you tremble under him, pulling hard on his hair as he attacks your flesh. You feel delicious under him and he can’t fucking get enough.

He has you mewling and crying and just desperate. Your hand travels from his chest downward, feeling the soft hairs on his torso, the scars adorning his front and the way his thick muscles move under your touch. You scratch at his abs, moving to his hips and lower until you reach what you truly desire. He groans into the kiss as your fingers reach his clothed erection, sliding over the noticeable bulge in his pants. Damn, even under his jeans it feels huge and you can’t resist trying to jerk him through the fabric. That’s all he takes before he is parting his lips from your breast and pulling away from you, legs still straddling your hips as he props himself on his knees.

The bed shakes with his movements, lighting crashing far into the sky, giving you a moment to see his big hands move to his belt before it’s all pitch black again. Aizawa pulls his belt out of the loops, the sound of leather snapping coming erotic to your ears and traveling straight down to your core. He gets off of you, off of the bed and you hear the buckle hit the ground followed by the sound of his zipper. Your pussy tightens in anticipation, the seconds it takes for him to return feeling like hours.

When Aizawa goes back to straddling you again his lips crash on yours, this time it’s you sucking on his lip and making him moan. His hands hook under the elastic of your skirt, feeling the soft damp flesh under it, warm fingers contrasting with your cool skin. He pulls the skirt down and you lift your ass slightly off the bed as he slips the soft fabric under you. The movements of his hands are deliberately slow as he brushes his knuckles against your ass, dragging the skirt to your thighs and knees.

You kick the skirt the rest of the way down and his fingers find your panties, the same mesh from your bra greeting his touch. A snicker escapes the back of his throat and you can feel the amusement in it. He trails the soft fabric from the side of your hip to your pussy, where he presses big fingers into your clothed flesh. A strangled moan leaves your throat in response to his touch, getting swollen by his lips and tongue. You know he can tell just how wet you are as he massages you through your panties.

His touch isn’t nearly enough, he is toying with you and you need more, you need to feel him whole. You try to reach for his cock, hands sliding down his abs but he catches you just as your fingers feel his happy trail. Breaking the kiss he grabs both of your wrists with one big hand, pinning them above your head as he ceases teasing your pussy.

“S-Shouta,” you moan out, sounding almost like a cry.

Aizawa groans quietly, hand pressing your wrists deep into the pillows, holding you down with his weight. You are crying and needy and you can tell he loves it, even without seeing his face. His break from teasing your pussy doesn’t last long, however, and soon you feel something else touch you through your panties. He is pressing his cock against your wet crotch and fuck it feels almost burning hot. You try to buck your hips but he has you pinned as he runs his length over your needy pussy. Fuck, it feels long. When he presses the tip into your clit you sense the wetness gathered at his head even through your panties. His precum mixes with your juices as both your voices mix together in a melody of grunts and moans.

Your arms try to struggle against his grip and Aizawa finds it almost funny how he can hold your wrists in place with just one hand. You feel so wet and warm and it’s taking all his self restraint not to just hammer into you right now. He frees your legs from under him, pulling them over his own, massaging the soft flesh of your thigh as you roll your hips against his. Groaning, he lifts one of your legs and lays a soft kiss at the back of your knee, his hand traveling down to hook his finger on the side of your panties. You moan out to him and he just kisses your skin again, feeling the lingering taste of rain in it.

The hand on your wrists loosen its grip, still hovering over them to test your reactions. When you stay in place he pulls the hand back, repeating the motions of the other one and hooking his fingers on the other side of your panties. You lift your ass again and he carefully slides the soft fabric of your panties under your ass and over your legs until they are hanging from one ankle. Aizawa lowers his body over yours, holding his weight in one hand as the other presses your hips down, pinning you to the bed below him.

He lays a kiss to your ear and you moan, arms coming around his shoulders to bring him closer. The heat of his body feeling like it could burn you, melt your flesh and muscle down to the bone. You feel his cock pressing against your pussy, his hips rocking against yours, his length teasing your clit with every movement. It’s too much and not enough at the same time, you are shaking and mewling and fucking hell you just need him so much.

“Shouta, please,” you don’t register the broken voice as your own and you can’t believe you are desperate enough to beg for it, but you are.

“Fuck,” his whispered answer falls to your ears thick and dripping with lust, his deep voice has you bucking further into his hips before he pulls back.

Aizawa sits back on his heels as he stretches to the side, you hear a drawer and the sound of a bottle cap popping open as he moves back in place. You don’t need to see it to know he grabbed a bottle of lube. When he lowers his body onto yours again, his lips find your own in a kiss, this time much softer and gentler than the previous ones. He presses his cock against your clit again and you can feel the cool touch of the lube as he slides down to the entrance of your pussy.

The moan that escapes your lips as he starts pressing into you is husky and deep and Aizawa is quick to slip his tongue into your mouth. He silences your voice with his wet lips but you don’t care as you push into the kiss, you want all of him. His cock slides into you slowly, you had no idea until now of just how thick he was. Fuck, he isn’t even fully in yet and he is already giving you a good stretch.

You tug hard at his hair and Aizawa hisses into the kiss, pushing deeper into you before pulling back. A whimper escapes through your sloppy kiss, you want more of him but you are thankful for the break. You can feel him slowly moving in again, feel every bump and vein of his cock dragging against your pussy. He pushes further in now, stretching your walls before pulling back again. Once more you cry out, feeling like torture now, wrapping your legs around him in a futile effort to try and pull him closer. He is much too strong for that.

When he starts pushing back in again he doesn’t stop. His slow, deliberate movements drag your walls on every curve of his length. His head pressing deliciously against your insides. Aizawa pushes his cock all the way inside and you moan out as you feel his hips meeting your own. You feel him grunt more than you hear it, the vibrations from his chest reverberating into you. Fuck, he is big, so thick he has your walls stretched thin around him. The fullness almost borders on pain but it certainly feels like pleasure.

Aizawa can feel his cock twitch inside of you, the soft warm walls of your pussy tightening around him and pulling a grunt from deep in his throat. He pulls back out slowly again, feeling how you cling to him as he pulls out until only the head is inside of you. The kiss gets sloppier as he drives back inside, it’s too fucking hard to concentrate as he feels your wetness covering him. Your pussy feels like it was made for his cock and he pushes in deep, whole body shuddering as he feels his balls pressed tight against your ass. The pleasure feels like poison, creeping through his veins and clouding his vision and he doesn’t want to get better.

You are mewling and desperate and he feels your nails digging into the skin of his shoulders. He pulls back again, starting a slow but hard rhythm that rocks your hips every time he bottoms out. Your legs have his hips on a vice-like grip as he drives into you, trying to keep him close, keep him deep. He’d gladly stay deep in you forever. Aizawa lowers one hand to your hips, sliding between the two of you as his thumb finds your clit. You part your mouth from his as he starts teasing you, your cries sounding needy and so sweet. He just can’t get enough.

Soft lips find your neck, laying sloppy kisses and light bites on your sensitive flesh. You are breathing hard, clinging tight to him as he moves in and out of you. It’s sinful and holy and you don’t want to say but maybe this whole soulmate thing has something to it after all. His body feels like it was molded for yours, his head hitting that sweet spot with every thrust. Every movement dragging your walls deliciously as his thumb massages your clit just right. You feel like you are going mad and maybe this is what that soulmate thing is, folie a deux - shared madness.

Thunder crashes hard outside, shaking the windows just as Aizawa crashes his hips into yours. He can feel the sweat start to build where your bodies meet, or maybe it’s still from the rain. He doesn’t fucking know anymore and he is in no position to care. All he knows is the blissful sensation of fucking you deep, the feeling of your body against his and the sweet taste of your skin. He is rocking his hips to yours in fluid motions, your wetness like a drug driving him crazy.

“Faster, Shouta,” your words come in a quiet voice but they hold a power he can’t resist. One he won't resist.

He groans deep, for a moment having forgotten just how to form words. “Anything for you,” his whisper comes hoarse, filled with all the lust hidden in his eyes by the darkness of the room.

Aizawa starts rocking his hips faster, snapping them hard into you, his thumb never faulting. You are pretty sure you are delirious by now. All the stimulation draining your senses until there is only you and him. Only the sensations of his cock hitting you in all the right places and his deft fingers on your clit. Only the heat of his body and the intoxicating smell of his skin. A mix of perfume, sweat and rain that tastes like heaven on your tongue.

You hear a moan and take a moment to realize it’s your own voice. A shudder runs through your spine and spreads to your limbs, your pussy tightening, clamping hard around him. And he is fucking you harder, just like you asked. Driving you crazy and you can feel it coming as your legs shake. Feel your pussy convulse around his cock as your vision goes white and you can’t hear your own voice anymore.

He can feel you convulsing around his cock, feel your pussy trying to milk him dry even before he hears your strangled moans. He groans, trying not to lose control as you cum around his length, not right now, not just yet. You feel so perfect around him, he doesn’t want to stop just now. Aizawa removes his fingers from your clit and moves his hand to your thigh, pushing your leg further into you. With the new angle he can fuck you deeper, your whimpers fueling his fire as he hammers into you. Indulging in the softness of your flesh and the warmth of your pussy.

God, he wished he could see your face now. See how you looked fucked out of your mind and high with pleasure. See the way your eyes darkened, pupils blown out with lust as you breath hard and erratic. He wanted to see your abused pussy after he painted your walls white with his cum. Fuck. That would be really good. He wanted to fill you up and mark your insides. Aizawa could feel the coil in his core responding to that thought. His balls feeling heavy and tight and oh so full.

Aizawa felt his cock twitch, his hips tensing and speeding up by instinct. He was thrusting into you hard and fast, chasing that high that was building in him. A roar leaving his lips, the sound of a caged animal ready to break free. A wild thing ready to strike. The fingers in your thigh dig deeper into your skin, holding tight as his mouth kissed your neck and chest. You were breathless, only quiet whimpers spilling from your soft lips as your hands gripped thigh to his body. He wanted to stay like this forever but he just couldn’t help but chase his release.

He could feel his cock twitch and spasm more and more now. The coil tightening to its limits and then past that point. Aizawa sees stars as he drives deep into your pussy, length buried all the way to the balls. Groaning long and deep - a sound that barely even belonged to him - he keeps rocking his hips, riding his orgasm. His cock explodes in you as he fucks you, short and deep thrusts driving his warm cum into your cunt. It’s hot and thick and fuck it just doesn’t stop coming.

He is draining his balls into your pussy as your name spills from his lips like the prayers of a lost man. Once the high is over he crashes his body on top of yours, cock still buried deep within you as he buries his face in your neck. He doesn’t want to let go, doesn’t want to lose this moment yet. He wants to stay like this forever. And by the way your legs grip tight around his waist and your arms hold firmly to his shoulders, you don’t want to let go either.

Your mind is foggy when you hear the constant chirping of birds mixed with the annoying sound of something buzzing. The noise starts distant but gets closer and closer until it’s ringing in your ears like torture. Slowly you open your eyes, a streak of sunlight catching your vision as you finally start coming to. That’s when the chirping stops, fucking birds. But just as you close your eyes again the buzzing sound picks up once more. Fuck, that’s your cellphone. You try to find it until you finally locate the thing on the floor and that’s when the caller gives up. Just fucking great. Turning on the screen you look at the time, eight forty in the morning.

Eight forty in the morning. Fuck.

Looking around you take in your surroundings. The previous night flashes through your mind, you are in Aizawa’s place. Looking around you see your clothes on the floor and the man sleeping beside you. He is laid on his stomach, unfazed by the sunlight, one leg under the covers and the other over them. You have no idea how he does it but he manages to seem handsome and undignified all at the same time.

The temptation to touch him creeps into your mind but the phone in your hand vibrates and you are suddenly reminded, you are gonna be fucking late to work. Getting up, you start to look around for your things, trying not to make a noise as you put on your clothes. You find your bra easy enough but your panties are nowhere to be found, and you seriously consider just leaving them.

“Looking for these?” His voice is hoarse and low and it has your pussy tightening, even though this is definitely not the moment.

You look back to the bed, Aizawa is sitting up, eyes still half lidded as he holds your panties in his hand. His hair is tousled and the smile he gives you seems tired and soft. You realize it’s the first time you’ve seen him without a shirt - as in actually being able to see him in this case. He is all large shoulders and strong chest and an abdomen that even if not sculpted looks certainly strong. Sunlight catches on his skin, illuminating the litany of scars across his torso. Soft hairs adorn his chest and lower belly and suddenly you are angry at the sheet gathered over his hips and legs.

“You are staring,” he laughs, throwing you the panties that for a miracle you manage to catch.

“Sorry,” you murmur, feeling the blood rush to your face as you sit in the bed to put on your panties, back facing him.

“It’s fine,” his voice is clearer now, it sounds tender and gentle, almost like it’s caressing your soul.

There is a second of silence as Aizawa watches you move. You are already wearing your button up shirt and skirt, and he wishes he could have caught a glimpse before you got dressed. Sure, he’d seen you when he woke up in the middle of the night, but dawn had just barely started breaking and it was still dark. He wanted to see you in the light, take in every detail, see the way the sun kisses your bare chest with the same devotion it kisses the sea. But he was robbed of the chance, and now you were leaving.

“Hey,” there is a pause, and you can feel hesitation in his tone, “is everything fine… Did I -”

“No no no,” you cut him off. It was sweet but sad that he’d be worrying, but you understood that seeing your soulmate rush off after your first night together might not be the greatest thing. “Shouta, it’s fine, you didn’t do anything I’m just,” you pause, picking your phone and turning the screen on to show him the hours, “gonna be very late to work.”

Aizawa would be lying if he said he was completely certain of your answer, but it made sense. And he knew that was just his brain looking far too much into it. Relief washes over him, he had no idea where this sudden fear of fucking up had come from but it sure hit him like a freight train. Blinking, he watched for a second as you tried to blindly fix your hair. You looked gorgeous even when messy, and he wouldn’t mind seeing this every day. Well, maybe not the late part.

“Bathroom is the first door on the right,” he touches your back as he speaks, caressing you through your shirt. When you turn to him, he can’t help the smile that springs on his face.

You mutter a thank you and get off the bed, when you are gone Aizawa gets up, stretching as he roams the wardrobe for his underwear and sweatpants. He really wishes you’d woken up earlier so he could see you - and maybe relieve his throbbing, and almost painful, morning wood. With the pants on he moves to the living room, fast to gather your things from the entrance-to-bedroom path you’d carved the previous night.

He looks at the plastic bag holding the mask he’d bought you, thoughts of his suspicion crossing his mind. In his head, it’s already a certainty. The voice, the hair, the way you move, it all fell in place. Aizawa could understand why you'd keep the secret - and a part of him felt like he was invading your privacy - but he just needed to confirm it. It’s not like he’d do anything with the information anyways. Whatever, that was a problem for the future.

When you come out of the bathroom, you are greeted with Aizawa in the hallway, holding your things in his hand. He seems more awake now, and - much to your dismay - was wearing pants. Although, he was wearing a pair of gray sweats that hung low on his hips, displaying his happy trail and the v curve that led to his underwear. It also was in no way enough to hide the massive morning wood he had. Your phone vibrated in your skirt’s pockets, bringing you back into focus and keeping you from staring.

“Thanks, Shouta,” you lay a soft peck on his lips and take the things from him. “Wait, just out of curiosity, don’t you have class today?

“Only at ten thirty,” he shrugs before tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

Aizawa watches as you move about, calling a cab and putting on your shoes as you wait. It arrives soon enough and he takes you to the door, kissing you softly before you leave. He watches you get in the car, only closing the door once you are gone. As soon as the click of the lock rings in his ears he is missing you, missing your touch and your smell and the way you felt on his hands. Looking around he feels strange and the house feels empty, and he really doesn’t feel like teaching today. He really is fucked, huh.

Oh, well, he was gonna have to play the waiting game anyways, better to stay busy.

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