Pull Chapter 70: Mr Aizawa… Your *** Is Showing

“Miss L/N,” Yaoyorozu called out to you, her chest rising and falling as she walked over to you, looking a little sweaty and pale.

“Yaoyorozu,” you said worriedly, grabbing her shoulders and holding her steady as you looked into her face, “are you ok? You don’t look well.”

“I have… completed… all of the outfits… for the fashion… show,” she puffed.

“Oh my goodness. All in one go?! Please. Sit down!” you gasped, “Kirishima! Please, bring me a chair!”

“No…” she panted, “I’m ok… please… would you try… one on?” 

“Only if you sit down,” you reprimanded gently, waving Kirishima over.

“Here’s the chair, Miss L/N,” he said brightly, putting it down beside Yaoyorozu.

“Thank you,” you said gratefully to him then sat Yaoyorozu down in it.

“Where are the clothes?” you asked her.

“Out… the back…” She pointed out the door and you nodded.

“Stay here. I’ll be back.”

Out you went to get into one of the outfits and you found them all lined up on the hanger with ’60’s, Miss L/N’ written on the divider between the first one and the next one.

“She has it all organized already,” you thought, taking the outfit off the hook and walking into the change room nearby to try it on.

The 60’s hero costume was very typical to the era, with bright colours that stood out and you pulled the bright purple pants on then the bright turquoise leotard that finished with golden sparkly gloves that pulled up to the elbows.

“Oh my god?!… well, it is very striking, I’ll give her that?” you mused, checking yourself out in the mirror.

As you turned, you activated your quirk and pushed your ass out a little, filling the leotard a bit more, then pumping your breasts up as well.

“It can’t hurt to use my quirk a little during the fashion show just to help Yaoyorozu’s work to stand out?” 

You stepped out of the change room and walked out to where Yaoyorozu was waiting for you and the whole room stopped almost instantly the second you appeared.

“Uh… it’s very bright…” you said to Yaoyorozu, glancing around at everyone who was staring at you.

“You look amazing!” Yaoyorozu gushed, standing up to walk around you and check measurements of things.

“This looks fantastic!” Uraraka squealed as she bounced over to see you closer up.

“Where’s Aizawa?” Hagakure asked as she bounded over as well.

“Shhh,” you hushed her, “please. I don’t want him to see me in this!”

Just then Aizawa entered and his bloodshot eyes fell on you.

“What do you think? Aizawa?” Mina called to him.

He nodded, the girls taking his silence as him being unenthused when in actual fact he didn’t know what to say. 

“I want to bend her over in that,” he thought as he looked away to control his thoughts.

“Thank you for trying it on,” Yaoyorozu said happily, bouncing on her toes with bright starry eyes, “I would so love for Mr Aizawa to try on the costume for heroes in the 60’s as well, just to make sure everything is well fitting.”

“Mr Aizawa,” you called in a professional voice, “your presence has been requested.”

He turned and walked over to you and Yaoyorozu.

“Yes?”

“Would you kindly try on your outfit for Yaoyorozu. She wishes to make sure that everything fits well,” you said politely, batting your lashes at him.

“Now?”

“Yes, please,” Yaoyorozu said excitedly.

“I’ll show you where it is,” you said, turning away and leading him to the room out the back where the clothes were all lined up and ready.

No sooner were you in there alone, his scarf had bound your hands behind your back and you were pushed up face first up against the nearest wall.

“Mr Aizawa,” you coo’d playfully, having known that he was going to detain you. You had felt the sexual tension radiating off him ever since he had walked over to you and Yaoyorozu, “not in front of the students…”

His hand came down heavily on your ass and it jiggled in the turquoise leotard.

“It’s a crime for you to be out in public in this,” he said in a low voice, “how am I supposed to keep my cool when you’re walking around in this?”

He slipped his hand between your thighs and pressed his fingers up against your pussy, swiping back and forth a few times before removing his hand to smack your ass again then removed his binds from your wrists so that you could move freely.

“You can’t start something like that then just stop,” you pouted, turning around to face him.

“Go and change,” he jerked his head to the change room, “before I take you right here and now.”

“Yes, Aizawa,” you sung suggestively, striding past him but not without dragging one golden gloved finger up his arm to his shoulder as you walked past him.

His forced nasal exhale went unnoticed by you, too triumphant in your own mind to have heard any noise from him.

You changed clothes quickly and stepped out of the change room, ready to tell Aizawa it was his turn to change- not realizing he had already put his outfit on behind a screen in the room.

His back was towards you as you walked out of the stall and all you saw was his muscular back- as the thin tight fabric of the shirt left nothing to the imagination. 

“Oh wow… thank you, Yaoyorozu, for making such a tight fitting outfit.”

At hearing a sound behind him, Aizawa turned, the green open front shirt allowing you to see the mid part and centre of his pectoral muscles and you sucked your bottom lip in between your teeth and gave him a heavy lidded look.

“I can’t wear this,” he said, looking down his front. 

Your eyes traveled down his front as well and stopped on his very pronounced dick print, his semi hard cock showing clearly down into one of his pant legs.

“Oh,” you gasped, covering your mouth with one hand, “yeah, that might be an issue.”

Using your quirk, you extended one hand and palmed him through his tight white pants and he jumped back and swiped your hand away.

“You need to stop that.”

“Oh?” you giggled cheekily, “but you got to touch me?” 

“Yes. But you didn’t have a part of your anatomy growing…” He smacked your hand away again and you chuckled. “Y/N,” he said in warning, fighting to stop you from exciting him any more.

“Mr Aizawa?” Yaoyorozu’s voice called out, halting you both in your tracks.

“Shit! She’s coming,” you hissed, quickly grabbing a garment from the rack and tying it around his hips.

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