•Eraser Tales•(Aizawa)

Bad kitty (21)

titles used: Sir/kitten/master
mild Dom/sub dynamic
Rough sex -bratty reader sub

You roll over, with a loud sigh, of irritation. Your man, the busiest underground hero and UA teacher,is way past curfew even form him. You glance at the clock and see you have only been sleeping an hour, due to worrying about him, being late from route night patrol. He may be stealthy in everything but removing his boots and clothes. His tool belt is a curse of sorts, for noise.

The air conditioner drones on as its cold man made breeze seems to chill each vertibrae you have. Yet your thighs and groin are sticky with sweat and arousal. You have been feeling touch starved and now have become moody, at the best of times. You hum for a moment, either continue this course of negative passage or join him in the shower. Though he doesn't get off without some punishment....

You act like you have just woken up, not planning a sneak attack, that starts with flushing the toilet. You smirk when the raven haired hero lets a loud, hissed growl out from the sudden hit, of extremely hot water. His long fingers slide the shower door open,to take a peek, to see you sitting on the toilet seat with a Cheshire cat smile.

"How was tonight?" you ask in the sticky sweetest, voice you can produce.

He closes the door then grunts, "Endless fucking paperwork, at the police station, over petty crime stuff."

You now use your bratty tone, "You're quite late tonight.. Shouta."

"I'm-" he pauses. "Oh so you thought I deserved a scolding but with hot water instead of that fucking sweet mouth of yours?"

"I don't know...Shou-ta," you say with nonchalant attitude.

You have timed his speed to get out of the shower, when late for work and then calculated in his possible real speed. You think you might just get away with it. With a sudden leap up, you scamper quickly out of the bathroom, as your hand pulls the now locked door shut. The sound of wet hands trying to open the door, buys the time you needed. Your bare feet feel the carpet, the distinct carpet that is the living room and location of the three person leather couch, now between you and the soon to arrive eraserhead.

The question is: does he want to play or discipline?

Shouta stalks out to see you have placed obstacles in his way, to reach you. His eyebrow raises over the eye with the scar. "Kitten you want to play chase at 3:30 in the morning?"

"Oh, is it too far past your bedtime hero?" you say cutesy with a pouty face.

"It's never past my bedtime to discipline a brat like you..."his rumbling Dom voice is now switched on.

You giggle back, "I am not a brat. I'm just being cute and adorable..."

~Oh you are pushing his buttons tonight or should one say early morning?!

"You really want to keep playing this game, little one?" Shouta's voice is deep and thick with a lusty sound to it.

"Well when poor kittens are neglected and their owner isn't home to play with them..." you bat your eyelashes and place a finger on your bottom lip with eyes looking to the ceiling.

Now his eyes take on a feral look and he just can't believe, you just said he was a bad kitty cat owner. You are pulling all the stops out tonight. He doesn't need his capture weapon to catch you. That's for the disciplining part of the show.