"I'm here." I whispered back before continuing to kiss him more urgently.

I scooted closer to the edge of the bed, my legs dangling by both sides of his waist, as he stood and held onto me while we continued to kiss. His hands cradled my face and my waist, pulling me closer to him. His touch made me feel so relieved and cherished, I could cry. I genuinely thought I would never come back to this. I thought it was too late. Now that we were together again, the fear we both faced now turned into a need to be near each other, and it was impossible to deny.

"I need to get you home, and fast." I heard him muffle in between kisses before backing away to look at me, his hand cupping my chin, "What I want to do with you requires privacy."

I smirked and gave his lips a quick peck.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked, biting my lip with anticipation.

"You have no idea." he said, his voice dangerously low as he picked me up.

Within 20 minutes, we were back at Aizawa's apartment. And once we were inside, we wasted no time smuthering each other with kisses as he pushed me up against the door. The only moment he spared away from me was when he locked the door and set down his capture weapon and goggles.

"Bedroom?" he asked in between each fervent kiss.

Those words made me want him more. I barely got out a 'yes' before he picked me up. My legs straddled his waist as his hands grabbed my upper thigh and my lower back to support me. He carefully walked us both to his bedroom and, with one leg, swiftly opened and closed the door before he walked a few more steps and allowed us to fall together on the bed.

Our hands greedily and hungrily ran over each other's clothes, each one being discarded by the second. With how long he had tried to hold himself off last week, I imagine there was no way to do so now. We had to make up for lost time.

I gasped as I felt his hard member rub up against me through his pants, begging to be freed, as he grinding against me, sending a shiver of pleasure down my spine. We both sat up momentarily as I fussed with his belt until it finally came undone, and pulled his pants down, while he took my bra off and cast it aside. Our lips crashed into each other's again and our tongues dancing together as our hands traveled and grabbed at one another's newly exposed skin. He then began to slow his movements down, lowering himself over me before he was completely laying on top of me again. His kisses went from urgent and desperate to calm and deliberate.

He lifted his head away from mine, caressing my cheek.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked me gently and patiently.

I smiled.

"Yes." I answered.

I wasn't scared of this. I wasn't nervous. Not like before. I was more than certain that I wanted this, especially knowing how uncertain my fate was in this world and mine. I would regret not doing this if another mishap occured like it did today. I wanted to experience as much with him as I could, consequences be damned.

He smiled back and slowly began to leave a trail of kisses, his facial hair tickling me as he descended. First to my lips, then to my neck, to my breasts, and down my waist, before I felt his rough fingers gently grabbed the hem of my pants and panties. He pulled them both down, leaving kisses down my exposed legs before coming back up and stopping in between my thighs. His mouth hovering only for a moment before I felt his tongue glide against my clit, making me moan. With his hands around my hips, be pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, as he buried himself intently between my legs.

I wriggled to each sensation, and started to become a moaning mess as his tongue relentlessly enveloped my sex over and over again. I heard him let out a low moan of approval as he broke away for just a moment.

"Aren't we sensitive?" he mused before coming back and circling my bud again, only faster than before and with a bit more pressure. My breath began to get caught in my throat as I gripped the sheets, trying to hold off as long as I could. I was so close, but I didn't want it to end here. I wanted more.

He suddenly stopped, causing me to whine in protest.

"You're torturing me." I whimpered as I tried to compose myself.

He let out a low chuckle, as he stood up.

"I'll show you what sweet torture is, Miss Doe. But I'll save that for a later date." I watched as he pulled down his boxers, and pulled out a condom near his desk. After he put it on, be began to crawl towards me on the bed, as I playfully backed up, giving us both plenty of space, "Tonight, I want to make love to you."

He kissed from my midsection, up to my breast and lingered there for a moment, his tongue and lips tantalizing my nipple.

Another moan escaped my lips.

"I don't know," I managed to say between gasps, "This feels like sweet torture to me."

His mouth lifted from my breast and his face came close to mine as his whole body hovered over me.

"Just making sure you're ready for me." he whispered as our lips collided once again.

My fingers laced into his wavy, black hair as he deepened the kiss. As he lowered himself, my legs instinctively spread wider, giving him room. I could feel his length touch my sensitive center, grinding back and forth ever so gently, teasing me further. He moaned into my lips as we kissed before I felt the tip of his cock tracing on the outside on my wet opening.

His lips parted from mine and my breath quivered from the new sensations and anticipation. He continued to tease me with the tip for awhile longer, until my impatience became more than apparent as I whimpered and bucked my hips closer, begging him to enter.

He chuckled again.

"So eager..." he teased quietly, as he ran his tip across my clit one more time before positioning himself at my center. As he kissed my lips, I felt him slowly enter me bit by bit.

My body immediately flinched at the feeling of him stretching me open, and I felt myself holding my breath. He was definitely bigger than I had anticipated, and it didn't help that it had been awhile since I had done this.

He noticed my discomfort and caressed my cheek.

"Breathe." he whispered, as he stayed still and let me adjust, not going further in or pulling out. It took a second or two to relax before I gave him a nod to continue and he entered further, kissing me softly to help soothe me through it. I was barely riding that line between pain and pleasure, but he was at least helping to guide me so I wouldn't get hurt.

Once he was completely inside, he stayed there, allowing me to take all of him in while I relaxed beneath him.

His lips moved from mine and down to the crook of my neck, devouring it with kisses and love bites. As I let out a moan, I felt him slowly begin to move. At first, it felt uncomfortable, but as I got used to the feeling, it began to feel good. Really good. That line of pain and pleasure started to feel easier to ride as I felt myself becoming more consumed by the euphoria. I started to move with his rhythm, begging for a faster pace as I trailed my hands down his back and to his hips. He obliged and began to pick up the pace, his lips coming back to mine for a moment before he lifted his head slightly.

"Fuck..." he moaned out, watching my reactions intently with a devilish smirk before his hips collided into me. He took my hands and pinned my wrists above my head. I was at the complete mercy of him, and I didn't mind at all letting him take control.

By now, the pain and discomfort was long gone, and I wanted nothing more than to give myself over to him. I started to become a panting and moaning mess as he continued to thrust into me harder and faster. As he did so, a knot started to form in the pit of my stomach. I knew this feeling all too well, and knew I was getting closer to coming undone.

His hands switched from my wrists to my hands, his fingers entangling in mine.

"Don't stop..." I somehow managed to say between pants and moans. I heard him let out a low growl after hearing me say that, as his kisses started to become more urgent and fervent again like before, as though what I said made him go wild.

He continued to pound into me, as the echo of sound from of our panting, moans, and bodies crashing into each other's filled the room. Hell, maybe the whole apartment. His mouth came close to my ear, nibbling it slightly before he spoke.

"You are mine." he growled, almost sending me over the edge just hearing it.

"Yes...Yes!" I cried out, as I felt my body buzz with bliss and my back beginning to arch.

He buried his face into the crook of my neck as he continued to pound into me over and over, hitting me in all the right spots again and again. It was relentless, but damn, was it everything I wanted. It was intoxicating.

My voice began to get caught into my throat as I felt myself starting to reach my peak.

"I'm gonna...," I tried to say, but struggled to get the words out.

I heard his voice hitch just as mine did and it was only a second later that I felt a tidal wave of pleasure rush over my entire body, causing me to cry out even louder than I had before. I heard him let out a groan with me, as he bucked a few more times while he climaxed. We were both still, allowing the ecstacy to encompass us both for awhile before he collapsed on top of me. The both of us were a hot mess, to say the least.

After a minute or two, he lifted his head, and gently turned my face towards his, as he gave me a sweet, and loving kiss. My body was practically vibrating, and my mind became a haze as I basked in the afterglow that was our love-making.