A/N: Smut ahead! If you're not into that sort of thing...maybe skip this chapter or at the very least abort as soon as Inari and Aizawa are alone. 

~Inari's POV~

Kazuma looked over at me with a knowing smile, "so you fell hard for the stalker, huh?"

"What?" I tuned back into the conversation, dragging my gaze away from Aizawa and saw Kazuma and his new boyfriend, Neo, giggling at me in hushed tones. Hitoshi and Denki were sitting on the floor playing a video game with Present Mic and our landlord. They were all cute little chefs running around in a panic trying to cook burgers while the restaurant around them spontaneously combusted and giant bread zombies tried to break in. It was comical and Present Mic and our landlord were so bad at it they were currently getting verbally assaulted by the teenagers.

"You haven't taken your eyes off him for longer than a few seconds, I'd say you've fallen for him." Kazuma poked at me with a teasing smile.

"Hard." Neo added and they infuriatingly erupted into more giggles.

"Ugh." I tore my gaze away from Aizawa and tried to focus on the conversation around me.

"Why are you so useless?!" Hitoshi snapped at Present Mic in a game induced rage and I nearly fell off the couch laughing.

"Oh this looks fun, can I replace the most useless person next round?" Candy giggled as she dropped onto the floor next to the landlord who in her presence suddenly forgot how the controller worked and fumbled all over himself to make space for her though she already had plenty of space.

"You're letting all the bread zombies in! Get your head in the game!" Denki snapped at the landlord in such a serious tone I was not accustomed to hearing from him I nearly lost it.

The landlord sighed and handed Candy his controller. I glanced across the room and was concerned to find Karen and Midnight locked in a deep conversation. That probably wasn't good. I couldn't help but look for Aizawa and jumped as he dropped into the seat beside me. A shiver rolled down my spine as his hand reached out automatically brushing across my lower back as he put an arm around me.

Kazuma and Neo fixed me with pointed looks at my reaction. I flipped them both a rude gesture and turned my attention back to the TV and all the cute little chefs running about in a panic.

"Who's useless now, bitches?!" Candy yelled aggressively, startling everyone but the landlord who stared at her with stars in his eyes.

"Marry me." He sighed dreamily beside her.

I glanced around for the facilities manager who usually kept him in check only to see her flirting with Goro the club's DJ. I sighed. After Candy wiped the floor with everyone much to my amusement, we had the cake Hitoshi and Denki made which tasted amazing then people started to trickle out.

My stomach was tying itself in nervous knots as everyone left. Once everyone was gone, I'd have to face Aizawa. Was he serious about the punishment thing? What did that entail? And why the fuck was I so damn excited and terrified? The one saving grace was Hitoshi and Denki were here so he wouldn't do anything too bad, right?

"Nee-san, we're going to the mall." Denki nearly gave me a heart attack as I was washing dishes. Hitoshi caught the plate I sent flying and I turned to them with wide eyes.

"W-What?!" I chanced a glance over at Aizawa who was clearing the kitchen table with a smirk.

Hitoshi handed me the plate I'd sent flying, "we're going to the mall."

"O-oh." Nervousness wormed through me, "okay, let me give you some money." I reached for the hand towel to dry my hands.

"We're good." Denki beamed.

"Where did you get money?" I frowned.

"Mr. Aizawa paid us to le-." Denki began but Hitoshi clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Love you. Have fun." Hitoshi pulled me in for a hug and dragged an all too happy to join Denki in with him.

I hugged them both tightly. "Love you, kids. Be safe."

They left the apartment and suddenly I was alone with Aizawa and my heart was pounding. I returned to the dishes. My body was hyperaware of Aizawa's presence as he nonchalantly continued clearing the kitchen table looking cool and composed. Maybe he'd just been teasing me and nothing was going to come of the whole 'punishment' thing.

I finished washing the dishes and dried my hands on the nearby hand towel before turning around. I jumped as I found Aizawa leaning against the table behind me looking sexy as hell with his arms folded across his chest.

"Ready?" He smiled.

"For what?" I tried to sound unaffected but my body trembled with desire, I could probably get behind some light BDSM.

His smile turned to a smug smirk. "Punishment."

Another shiver rolled down my spine and I felt my knees weaken. "Wh-what?!" My voice went up several octaves, "you were being serious?!"

"Very." He pulled one of the chairs away from the table and motioned for me to take a seat.

I looked at him confused for a moment, what was he planning? I hesitantly took a seat. The only thing I could conceivably think he'd want the chair for would be a lap dance but the thought of him doing that was way too absurd and also why on earth would he attempt it with a professional. He pushed the chair back in at the table with me still in it. What the hell was he doing?

He set a blank piece of paper and a pen in front of me.

"Really, teacher student role play?" I frowned.

He shook his head, "no, not my thing."

"That's good, I'd have been a little concerned given your profession." I teased him.

He rolled his eyes, "you have to write down three things you like about yourself."

"What?!" I tried to shove away from the table but found his foot behind the leg of my chair, keeping it in place.

He chuckled. "What were you expecting?"

"Bondage, maybe light BDSM, something kinky, this is just....what the fuck?" I grimaced.

"Why would I give you something you wanted as a punishment?" He smirked, "the whole idea behind punishment is to stop a behavior from reoccurring, if I gave you something you wanted, I'd be reinforcing that behavior." He picked up the pen and handed it to me.

"Well this is pure evil." I growled and smacked the pen away.

"The alternative is you can sit there while I tell you several good things about you while making a lot of eye contact." He pointed.

"That sounds even more uncomfortable and ridiculous." I snatched up the pen quickly and pulled my gaze away from him. My heart was pounding in my chest. This wasn't what I had in mind but I didn't hate it. Although as I sat for longer trying to think of three things that would be acceptable to write I quickly changed my mind.

"Three is too many!" I snapped. "One?"

"Three." He chuckled.

"Ugh, why the hell did you have to send the kids away for this?" I growled at him as I tapped the pen on the paper while struggling to think of something to write.

Aizawa smirked and leaned down so his lips brushed against the tip of my ear before whispering in a sultry voice that sent a shiver down my spine, "if you do a good job, perhaps I'll give you a reward you'd rather not anyone be here for."

I felt heat pool in my belly and my heart fluttered excitedly in my chest. The pen shook in my hand as I thought of what to write. Once I finally had something in mind and began writing, Aizawa gently blew on the back of my neck and I let out a very unflattering squeal and nearly jumped out of my skin.

"What are you doing?!" I clapped my free hand over the back of my neck and shot him a scowl.

Aizawa smirked at this, "nothing."

I hurriedly scribbled something on the paper before crumpling it up and throwing it in his face.

He sighed, his dark eyes dancing with amusement, "brat."

I'd never really considered myself a brat before but perhaps he brought that out in me. I could relax with him, be playful even and I did like pushing his buttons.

He uncrumpled the paper and held back a laugh at what I'd written, "tits, take no shit attitude, and ability to annoy Aizawa." He fixed me with an attempt at a stern look but with the amusement dancing in his eyes and the smile fighting to break free, it was failing to be intimidating.

"Inari: 4, Stalker: 2." I smiled.

"I guess you technically did what I asked." He gripped the back of my chair with one hand and in a way too suave manner managed to simultaneously pull my chair away from the table and spin it around so swiftly, I had to grip the arm rests to keep from falling. He leaned down and stole my lips in a heated kiss, "good girl."

I nearly melted, a breathy swooning sigh escaped me. I hurriedly clapped my hands over my mouth as Aizawa smiled down at me.

"You alright down there?" He mused.

"What's your safe word?" I pondered, I was going to attack this man in a very feral and primal way if we didn't make it to the bedroom soon.

One of his eyebrows raised at this, "Mochi."

This calmed the hormones down a little as I giggled, "Seriously? Your cat's name?"

"Perhaps I'll get another and name it Paprika." He smirked a very sexy as hell smirk that made my heart go wild.

My face flushed scarlet.

"Why did you ask?" He mused, realizing I'd gotten distracted by my giggle fit.

I beckoned him closer.

His dark eyes danced with amusement, but he obliged and leaned closer to me.

I slipped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. He deepened the kiss and I let out a squeal against him as his hands slid beneath my thighs lifting me off the chair and into his arms. I hooked my legs around his waist to keep my balance. Aizawa chuckled and carried me in the direction of my bedroom. He didn't seem the least bit hindered by my weight and effortlessly got the door to my bedroom open and shut behind us without struggling or jostling me in the slightest. I knew he was strong. He'd carried me several blocks without complaint when I'd been injured, it was impressive enough my stomach was doing somersaults as I thought of all the fun ways he could throw me around in the bedroom and how much I might really want that. I had no idea what my bedroom preferences were anymore thanks to this man.

He paused at my bedside and broke the kiss looking me over in concern, "your face got really red, you okay?"

"Fine." I grumbled.

He gently sat me on the bed before taking a seat beside me, "should we talk about preferences and boundaries first?"

Normally yes, I always support a conversation before engaging in activities especially of the kink variety but I needed this man to attack me before I attacked him.

"Inari?" He looked concerned.

"Normally yes I would support that, but right now I need you to take charge and ravish me before I attack you. If anything comes up that one of us isn't okay with, we're aware of each other's safe words." I bit my lip.

He smirked at this as he got to his feet and turned to face me, his fingers toying with his capturing weapon, "I'm tempted to wait until you attack me."

"Now who's the brat." I scowled.

He chuckled, it was such a warm rich sound that instantly put me at ease. His hand gently caught my scarred wrist and he raised my scarred hand to his lips, "any sensitivity here or any of your many recently healed injuries?" He asked.

"'Many' was a tad unnecessary." I frowned. He threw me a pointed look, "no sensitivity that I've noticed, everything feels good as new." I wiggled my scarred fingers as if to prove my point.

"Good." His voice came out in a dark rich purr. His grip tightened on my wrist and I let out a gasp as I was wrenched to my feet and into his arms. He kissed me with a fire that burned me to my core.

Desperately I struggled to get out of my t-shirt and jeans breaking the kiss only long enough to get my shirt over my head. Aizawa chuckled against my lips and disrobed much more gracefully. An outsider looking in would probably have guessed wrong at which of us stripped for a living looking at my bumbling display. I broke the kiss long enough to take a step back and admire his naked form, though I raised a brow as I realized he still had his capturing weapon around his neck. He always wore baggy clothing but I knew because of his profession and how easily he could toss me around he was strong and it showed. He had well defined muscles, not gross and bulky, just perfectly toned. My gaze lingered to some scaring across his left elbow. He had various scars here and there across his body but that one looked especially nasty as if he were a porcelain doll who'd cracked at some point then healed.

His gaze swept over me, also noting my own scars. He glanced upward and smirked as he spotted a small hook from the ceiling. I used it for aerial silks on occasion whenever I had free time to indulge in some of my hobbies, which wasn't often. I followed his gaze up to the hook wondering what had prompted that reaction before he loosed his scarf and hurled it in my direction before swiftly hooking a strand over the hook.

The scarf entwined around my arms, binding them together, leaving my hands free and I let out a cross between a gasp and a delighted squeal as I was suddenly lifted off my feet. I gripped the scarf with my hands, and nearly melted as I realized he'd left them free intentionally so I could feel more stable.

A nervous thrill trilled through me as I was lifted higher and realized with how close to the ceiling I'd gotten it put us in a very interesting position. A shiver rolled through me as Aizawa's hands gripped my thighs and spread my legs apart draping my legs over his shoulders. I felt his hot breath between my legs and squirmed in anticipation. His grip on my thighs tightened, keeping me still.

A jolt ran through me as I felt the delicate sweep of his tongue instantly finding my most sensitive spot. His tongue moved expertly teasing the bundle of nerves until I thought I might scream. He brought me to the brink of climax then slowed down. I squeezed him between my legs and delighted in the sound and feel of him chuckling against me. His tongue returned and I let out a cry as I lost myself in the best orgasm of my life.

Bondage and suspension play were definitely going to be utilized much more going forward. Aizawa drew back as my body shuddered, coming down from orgasmic release before lowering me a little so we were face to face. He looked to my bound arms before looking back at me, "still good?"

"Very much so." I smiled, my body still feeling like happy melty mush.

He chuckled, "good." I heard the sound of something tearing and my heart pounded sporadically in my chest as I glanced down and saw him opening a condom.

My whole body squirmed in anticipation as he rolled it down his length before gripping my thighs tightly and guiding them to wrap around his waist. He firmly grabbed me by the neck, pulling me closer delighting in the soft breathy sigh that escaped me as I melted beneath his forceful grip. He kissed me hard and I felt the tip of his member press against my dewy lips.

I tried to scoot down to accept him in, but groaned in frustration as I found his hand on my thigh holding me in place. He smirked a sexy as hell smirk before lowering me agonizingly slowly onto him making me shiver and squirm with desire and need. A whimper escaped me.

He quirked an eyebrow at me. "Hm?"

"Please." I begged, needing him to move inside of me.

His grip on my neck tightened, urging a gasp from my lips. "Please, what?" He asked in a sultry voice that nearly brought me to the brink.

I tightened my grip around his waist, squeezing him hard, "please, fuck me into oblivion."

He chuckled at this before his hands moved to my hips, keeping me steady. He pulled back before thrusting into me, urging a cry from my lips. I tightened my grip on the scarf keeping me suspended in an attempt to try to move with him, but it was futile as my body quickly turned to jelly in his very experienced hands. With each powerful thrust I found myself closer and closer to coming completely undone.

As I lost myself to a second blissful orgasm, I felt his body shudder against me as he also found sweet release. We were both panting and breathless. I shivered as he lifted me off of him before sweeping me into his arms, cradling me as if he knew I'd been reduced to a puddle. The scarf loosened, freeing me from my bonds as he carried me to my bed. He laid me down atop my very soft comforter and I snuggled into my inviting pillows as he escaped to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I closed my eyes, feeling completely spent and blissed out to the max.

I felt him return as he knelt on the bed beside me. His hands tenderly massaged my somewhat numb and aching arms. I blinked my eyes open somewhat blearily to find him rubbing a lavender oil into my skin, his skilled fingers working to make sure the scarf didn't leave any marks on me.

"I love you." I smiled dreamily.

He continued massaging my arms as he smiled down at me, "I love you too."

"Bondage and suspension play are definite yeses." I grinned.

He chuckled, "I'll keep that in mind. I believe the score now is Inari: 2, Stalker: 1"

"That definitely wasn't what our count was at." I frowned.

"Orgasms." He pointed and I felt my heart flutter in my chest and heat flush my skin.