Missent Text

Shota/Els
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<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>yeah okay, I want him to wrap me up in that thread of his and kiss me until I lose my mind (wouldn't take long). Happy now? Geez</i>

Aizawa stared at his phone, all the blood in his body seeming to rush to his face. This was definitely a missent text, and quite obviously about him. He swallowed hard and slipped the phone into a side pocket, his mind racing. She didn't know she was sending it to him. It would be embarrassing, to say the least, so he needed to be careful around her. Maybe try his blandest expressions around her for awhile. Or just ignore it until she thought it didn't go through?

But she wanted him. 

He now had proof.

Maybe there was another, better option he wasn't considering.

She knew the text had gone through and he had read it. The best option was probably the hardest, yet she decided she would go to Aizawa and apologize. She stepped up to 1-A's massive door and took a deep breath, pulling herself together before entering.

Elly let out a loud mew as the capture thread whisked out to immediately immobilize her. Aizawa walked out of the shadows, his eyes shining red as his hair swirled upright. "Say the word and I'll set you free," he said quietly. "Or tell me what you want."

She stared at him in shock, her throat working convulsively. "Wait, you - you don't mean..."

"I want to kiss you." He leaned over her, staring directly into her eyes. "Now what?"

Her breathing picked up and she started to shake. "You read the text; you know what I want."

He moved even closer, his eyes twitching as he strained to keep them open. "Give me a clear indication of consent, Cheshire."

She swore sulfurously. "Kiss me!"

He grinned and let his hair fall, blinking his eyes back to gray. "Until you lose your mind?" 

"Damn it, Shota Aizawa -"

He gasped lightly at hearing her say his full name and cupped her face in his hands. "You asked for this," he said before their lips touched. He brushed lightly against hers, letting her feel the contrast. His were dry, a little chapped, maybe. She flicked her tongue out to wet them in both lust and concern and he stayed very still while she slowly lapped. When she was almost finished he parted his lips and pressed firmly on hers, letting her enter his mouth first. She sighed dreamily, her brow furrowing as she tasted coffee with just the hint of bitter energy drink. 

He was delicious.

Aizawa sensed her mood and slipped his hands into her hair, caressing the soft strands as his tongue traced along her teeth. He pulled back slightly, then pressed even harder when she moaned in a desperate plea for him not to stop. The kiss waxed and waned as he moved gently, teasing her as he withheld his touch just a little now and then. She would move towards him, and he would tickle the corner of her mouth in the softest of nuzzles. His scruff rubbed on her smooth cheek, his hands in her hair, lips on her own.

He made sure to keep some distance away from her, however. A kiss was one thing. His massive erection, however, could be taken as proof he only wanted her body. That wouldn't do. He wanted to kiss her senseless, wanted her to feel his passion for her as what it was - the strongest romantic emotion he had felt in a long time.

"Shotaaaa," she groaned, purring loudly. 

"Ahh, Ches." His first name only, and it caused shivers to run up his spine. "Again, please. I promise you I will give you more than you could imagine."

She panted shamelessly, her cheeks bright red and eyes glazed. "Shota!"

This time he nibbled and sucked and bit, barely pausing for air as he endlessly mouthed her lips. It didn't take long before he felt her shudder and her body grew limp in his hold. He grasped her in his arms, unwinding her so she could hold him back. They stood there for a few long moments until he realized he hadn't thought of something.

"Who was that text intended for?"

She grinned hugely, resembling her hero name as his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "It was a - how do you like to say? Logical ruse." Her ears flicked with amusement.

"Ah, damn it."