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The casual thumping of your fingers on the table earns you a glare from Aizawa. “Are you always this impatient?”
You give him your best bored glare back. “We’ve been friends since I was six, you should know this by now. If the waitress would just hurry up, I would be happily eating my food.”
“We ordered less than five minutes ago y/n.” Aizawa chuckles.
“Ugh!” You groan.
“So, tell me what’s been going on.”
“We text almost daily you know what’s been going on. Nothing as always.”
“When did our lives get so boring?” He sips at his chocolate milkshake.
“Probably when we grew up and became adults. You know, getting jobs.”
He gives you his quit with the sass glare this time and it pulls at a memory.
“Remember the first time we met? You gave me that same look.” Your gaze connects with his and like always it fills with tension that’s been there since you both were teenagers.
“I was at the library reading peacefully when this annoying kid comes over, plops down in the seat next to me, and starts arguing about how boring my book was.”
“It was boring though.” You argue even now.
“I could have figured that out on my own. I didn’t need you to spoil every detail of the book.”
You scoff, “I did you a favor by telling you the guy died in the end. It was a boring death anyway.”
Before he can reply, the waitress shows up with your food and you both dig in.
Every two weeks you and Aizawa have a mandatory catch up meal at your favorite diner. You’ve been coming here together since high school and always sit in the same back booth so you can people watch. Even though you both text almost daily you look forward to seeing him here, being thrown back into old memories from when you both were kids.
Y’all had met arguing over a book and like the saying goes the rest was history. He had tried to move away and find a new place to sit, but you followed the little black-haired boy. Once he realized you weren’t going to leave him alone, he let you show him your favorite book series and promised to read it. The next week you showed up again and he was already halfway through the second book and in love with all the characters. Your love of reading never died and even now you both recommend books to each other.
Growing up he was always there for you. He lived one neighborhood over and any chance you got you both would spend hours in his treehouse reading. Throughout school you both stuck together, ‘two peas in a pod’ all the teachers would say. Once in high school some things began to change though. You both were going through puberty and as your bodies and hormones changed, so did the way you looked at him.
You remember one winter morning when he drove to pick you up in junior year, he had pulled up honking his horn for you. Jumping in the car about to freeze to death, he handed you a hot chocolate and when your hands touched what felt like a spark flew through them. You looked into his eyes as he said good morning and just felt something different. Felt something stronger.
After that you took a sick day to avoid Aizawa and thought over every interaction you both had had since meeting. Realizing you had feelings for your best friend was something life had never prepared you for and you had no idea how to handle the situation. For months you tried your best to keep things normal, but you’re sure he felt something off with you. To get over your feelings you did what you thought was right and started dating. This time it was Aizawa who pulled away for a while. That is until he got a girlfriend and things went back to almost normal.
Now at 26, Aizawa at 27, neither one of you has had a relationship last longer than four months. You because no one could ever measure up to the man Aizawa was or make you feel better than he could from just being in his presence. You never knew why Aizawa’s relationships never lasted and after years of asking you could never get a straight answer from him. He always said something along the lines of ‘It just didn’t feel right’. Your feelings for him have only grown, if that’s even possible over the years, but you don’t want to take a chance and ruin the best thing in your life.
“How was the burger?” Aizawa asks as you finish off the last bite.
“Mmh, amazing as always.” You reach over and grab a fry from his plate earning yet another glare from him. “You know, if you keep glaring your face is going to be stuck like that.”
He huffs. “If you could quit being a nuisance for five minutes I wouldn’t have to glare so much.”
You both burst into laughter, earning a few looks from others in the diner.
“But if I did that your life would be no fun.” You joke.
“You do indeed keep me on my toes.”
You can feel a double meaning in his words, but before you can ask, he grabs his coat.
“Okay, I should head back to my apartment, I still have laundry to do.” He says.
“Or since it’s a Saturday you should come back with me and have movie night.” You can see the no about to come. “We haven’t had a movie night in months and that new superhero movie is finally out. We can rent it and make popcorn?”
He searches your face, for what you’re not sure, before sighing. “Y/N- “
“Come on Sho. I need someone to watch it with me and who better than my best friend?” You put on your best puppy dog eyes knowing he has never been able to tell you no while using that face on him.
“Okay. Fine. We can go watch the movie. I’ll do laundry tomorrow.”
“Yay!” You grab your coat and scoot out of the booth grabbing the ticket as you go.
You both alternate paying and as it’s your turn you walk up to the register as he heads to the restroom. Your favorite waitress comes to ring you up and she sends a knowing look your way.
“Don’t even think it, Kathy. It’s not going to happen.” You say.
“I didn’t say anything dear.”
You give her a look. “You didn’t need to.”
“That man is in love you just as much as you are with him.” You sigh and she holds her hands up. “I’m just saying.”
“You’ve been saying that for 10 years now.”
“That doesn’t make it any less true.”
As Aizawa returns you finish paying, thanking Kathy, and heading out the door. She has always thought you two would make a good couple and she never fails to mention it as often as she can.
Since you both drove, you give a quick ‘race you there’ before you are hurrying into your car and heading to your apartment. It’s on the quiet side of town only 10 minutes from Aizawa’s own apartment and it takes you no time to reach it, pulling into a parking spot out front and making your way into the building. Going into the elevator you hit the button for floor seven and pray you are the first one here. Getting your keys out you go to unlock the door only to find it’s already unlocked.
You sigh and enter into the living room to find Aizawa waiting on your couch smirking. “One of these days you’re going to tell me how you always beat me here.”
“I’ll only tell you on my deathbed.” He laughs.
Not once in your three years of living here have you figured out how he beats you here from the diner every single time.
“I’m going to take away your key the next time you beat me.”
“Then I’ll take my key back.” He threatens.
You fake pout, “But then I won’t be able to raid your fridge.”
“That’s the point.”
He reaches for the remote, getting the TV going while you go and grab a beer for both of you from the fridge.
“It’s not my fault you have your mothers’ cooking skills. Everything you make taste better then what I can do.”
“The only thing you can make is cereal.” He deadpans.
You flick him off, handing him his beer which he waves away.
“I have to drive home remember.”
“You can just stay on the couch. You know I don’t mind.” It wouldn’t be the first time he has slept there.
Reluctantly he reaches for the drink and hits play on the remote. You both settle back into the couch enjoying the movie and the beer. About halfway through, you pause to make popcorn while Aizawa grabs a blanket from the hall closet. You bring the bowl into the living room and scoot under the blanket with him, sitting close so you can share the popcorn. You can feel his body heat radiating against you and as always, your mind begins to wander, wondering what his body would feel like skin to skin on top of yours. Your breath mingling with his as he thrust into you for the first time.
As the movie comes to an end you can feel a flush on your face you hope Aizawa will think is from the beer. Looking at the clock you see its 11 pm before glancing his way only to find him with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. You chuckle at his cuteness and stand taking the popcorn bowl with you. Luckily, he has always been a heavy sleeper, so you gently maneuver him, so he is laying down and cover him with the blanket.
You take a moment to admire his features and push some hair off his face. Before you get too caught up looking at him you grab the beer bottles and bowl and take them to the kitchen before heading to your room at the end of the hall. Your mind is still wandering with thoughts of Aizawa as you slip under the covers, taking your favorite vibrator with you.
You imagine Aizawa, hair pulled back, kissing down your body. His hands play with your breasts, pinching and pulling at the nipples. His mouth reaches your sex, but he begins kissing down your thighs to your knees and back up the other, worshiping your body. You’re dripping wet beneath him and as his breath fans over your sex it sends a shiver up your spine. You imagine him being demanding, ‘Tell me what you want’ he would say. He would want to hear you beg no doubt about it. And you would, ‘Please Sho, please touch me’. He would gently lick up your slit taking your juices and swirling his tongue around your clit. The moan you let out would be guttural as he sucks your clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue over it. You would grab his hair and pull him closer, his moan vibrating through you. He would make you cum the first time with just his mouth, denying your hole any relief of having his fingers or cock inside. The thought sending you over the edge as you try to muffle your moan with your hand. Not that Aizawa would wake up anyways.
You relax back into the bed, removing the vibrator and coming down from your high. That was not the first time you’ve cum to the thought of him, but it is the first time you’ve done it with him just in the other room. Your body is still tingly as you put the vibrator in your nightstand drawer and roll out of bed to use the restroom.
You wash your face quickly and as you make eye contact with yourself a wave of shame washes over you. How could you think of your best friend in that way? He doesn’t even feel the same. You shake off those thoughts like every time you masturbate to him and make your way back to the bed, falling asleep to scenarios you know will ever happen.
In the morning you wake to find Aizawa gone, but a plate of pancakes and a note on the kitchen table. It reads ‘Y/N, sorry I fell asleep during the movie, to make it up to you here are some pancakes. Love, Sho’. As always, the man is short and to the point with his words, but the note puts a smile on your face none the less.
Unwrapping the plate, you grab the syrup and pour a hefty amount over the pancakes. They taste amazing as always and you send a short text telling him thank you and him falling asleep wasn’t a big deal. Since it’s Sunday, you decide to spend the rest of your weekend on the couch watching TV and dreading for Monday to come.
~
A few weeks later, at around 11pm your phone starts ringing. Without looking at who’s calling, knowing the only person stupid enough to call this late and face your sleepy wrath would be Aizawa, you pick up with a grunt.
“Hey Y/N, look I’m sorry for calling this late and I wouldn’t unless it was an emergency-”
That gets your attention, and you sit straight up in bed interrupting him, “Sho, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. It’s nothing too major and it has to do with my apartment.”
You sigh in relief and ask, “So what’s going on with your apartment?”
“Well, a pipe in my kitchen broke and the place is kind of flooded. I called the lobby, who sent maintenance up here and they said a few other tenants were also having water trouble and they will fix it as soon as they can. I think they shut off water for the whole building for the night.” He sighs, clearly tired.
“What does this mean for you? Are you even able to stay at your place?” Worry is lacing your tone.
“That’s kind of why I called.” He hesitates before continuing. “Would it be okay if I stayed at your place for a few days? Until I know what’s going on here?”
“Sho, of course you can. You didn’t even need to ask. I’ll go make up the couch for you.”
His sigh of relief is heard clearly down the line. “Thanks Y/N. I owe you one.”
“You owe me nothing. I’ll always be here for you, and you’re welcome at my place anytime. You do have a key.”
“I’ll be over as soon as I grab some clothes for work and some other things. Thanks again.”
“See you soon.” You end the call, tossing your phone onto the bed as you put on a shirt and comfy shorts before heading to make up the couch for him.
Not even an hour later and Aizawa walks in looking tired and slightly aggravated. Knowing him all these years, you know what he needs to relax so you made a cup of hot tea for you both. He sets his bag down beside the couch and plops down without saying anything and rubs his face, sighing. You gently pat his knee and hand him his cup of tea.
“Thank you.” He says before taking a sip.
“Always. Do you know any more about the water break yet?” You know it’s only been less than an hour, but you ask anyway.
“The receptionist said she would call as soon as they knew more. So far six others have also had pipes break in the last two days.”
You can see in his eyes how tired he is. “Well, you should get some sleep. You’re welcome here anytime, and you can stay as long as you need.”
You go to stand and walk past him when he grabs your hand. The pulse of skin on skin contact is there like always and he looks deep into your eyes. “Thank you. For everything.”
You squeeze his hand in comfort, offering a soft smile. “Always.”
He doesn’t let go right away and the moment fills with sexual tension as he holds eye contact. His voice is slightly deeper as he says, “Goodnight.”
You whisper goodnight back, letting go of his hand and walking down the hallway to your room, a blush clear on your face.
It’s only for a few days you tell yourself as you toss and turn trying to fall sleep. It’s not like he hasn’t stayed over many times before, but if a moment like that happens again you don’t know if you can stop yourself from pulling him closer and pressing your lips to his. You’ve gone 20 years without messing this friendship up and you vow to not start now.
You wake the next morning to your alarm for work and the smell of something cooking. Forgetting Aizawa is here you have a moment of panic before realization takes over. Stretching, you slip out of bed and down the hall, into the bathroom for a quick shower. After getting dressed you head to the kitchen to find Aizawa still over the stove cooking in his boxers and a t-shirt.
You slip beside him and hop onto the counter, stealing a piece of bacon from the plate. “Morning. How did you sleep?”
He glares at you for stealing the bacon. “I slept okay. I’ll sleep better once I know what’s going on with my apartment.”
Glancing at the clock you see its only 8:20 am. “Are you going to call them today?”
“I’m going to wait until 2. I told my boss I would be in late today, so I plan to call on my lunch break.”
“Luckily it’s Friday. Maybe by Monday you’ll be back in your apartment, and everything will be alright.” You send him a reassuring smile.
“Looking to get rid of me already I see.” He jokes.
You scoff. “And miss out on your cooking?” You grab another piece of bacon. “I may just break the water pipe more so your stuck cooking for me.”
You both laugh, knowing with you, you may just do it. You hop down from the counter, swiping yet another piece of bacon before heading to the coffee maker and pouring you a fresh cup. You pour one for Aizawa also and help him set everything on the table before digging in.
“Mmh.” You moan as you finish your last bite. “You are welcome to cook for me anytime.”
He chuckles. “How was it?”
“Orgasmic.”
He mutters just barely loud enough for you to hear him. “From the way you moaned I thought so.”
You blush and cough, drinking down your last bit of coffee before getting up from the table and setting your dishes in the dishwasher. “And on that note, I have to leave for work. You are welcome to use my bathroom for a shower of course, but if you touch my facewash, I will have to murder you.”
“Thanks again Y/N.” He stands to put his dishes away.
With a wave goodbye, you grab your purse and head out the door to work. The thought of Aizawa naked in your shower running through your mind all day.
When you arrive home Aizawa is no where in sight, forgetting the time you look to see its only 5:30 and he may still be at work since he went in late. The first thing you like to do after work is wash your face, get into your PJs and have a snack so that’s what you do.
After washing your face, you grab your sleep shorts and a t shirt, throwing them on and wandering into the kitchen. As you are looking for a snack you spot the Nutella on the top shelf. Reaching high your fingertips only graze the jar. Going onto your tip toes you hear the door open and Aizawa walk in. His footsteps pause and you feel a burning on the skin of your legs traveling up. When you almost have the jar of Nutella in your grasp you feel the heat of a body behind you and Aizawa’s hand comes into view as he gets the jar for you and steps back.
His voice is slightly deeper as he says, “Maybe a step ladder would be a good thing to keep in the kitchen.”
You try to will the blush on your face away as you turn to him. You roll your eyes, “You’re just as peachy as always.”
The smirk he gives sends a shiver up your spine as he continues to stare deep into your eyes. Your breath catches as he steps closer, you think he may kiss you when he opens the drawer and pulls out a spoon.
“You may need this.” He backs away slowly before heading to the bathroom with his bag.
You use the time he is away showering and changing to calm your nerves. Sure, you’ve been that close before, but it’s never felt like that. Every particle in the air was charged with something so familiar, but you can’t put your finger on it and what was that look in his eyes.
As the bathroom door opens you realize you have been standing in the same spot and you haven’t even thought about your snack. Quickly you open the jar and get a spoonful before Aizawa comes down the hall. His hair is wet, leaving spots on his shirt as he sets his bag down beside the couch and comes to lean against the counter next to you, grabbing his own spoon, and scooping out a hefty amount of the Nutella.
“So how was work?” You ask to distract yourself.
“It was work, I guess. Boring as always.”
You hand him the jar and get out two mugs making you both a cup of tea. “Did you call your apartment?”
He sighs, “Yeah, but the water guys hadn’t even been out to take a proper look yet so they said they would give me a call.”
You look over at him, reaching a hand out to lay on his arm. “I’m sorry, I know this must be stressful for you.”
He gives you a soft smile, “It’ll all end up okay, at least I hope.”
At the last part you both chuckle and the atmosphere around you both finally relaxes back to normal. Once the tea is finished, you both head to the couch and turn on one of your favorite shows to watch together, How It’s Made. After a few episodes you receive a text from Nemuri, Aizawa and yours friend from college.
Nemuri: Hey! Want to go out and get drinks tonight with Hizashi and I? I think he is asking Aizawa.
And sure enough you look up to see Aizawa reaching for his phone as it lights up on the coffee table. He reads his text and then looks to find you already looking at him. Without saying anything he turns his phone so you can read the message.
Hizashi: Yo! Drinks tonight? Me, you, Nemuri, and Y/N? Usual place?
You show him your message then raise your brows in a question. “Do you want to?”
“Do you want to?” He repeats.
“Alcohol is a good way to destress and after the last few days you’ve had you may need it.” You joke, but you can still see the stress his apartment has put on him behind his eyes.
He nods and you both wordlessly reply to your friends and get ready. You both dress in simple clothes, t-shirt and pants before ordering a taxi and riding the 15 minutes to the bar. Oakley’s Tavern has been y’all’s go to spot since college. It’s fairly quiet and the perfect place to catch up.
Spotting Nemuri and Hizashi already in the usual booth with a round of drinks you head over with Aizawa following. You all spend the night drinking, catching up, and reminiscing about the good old days. After a few rounds of drinks y’all decide to head to the dance floor. None of you can really dance, but after a few shots no one really cares. You dance around each other staying in the same area until deciding to go get another round of shots.
As the night comes to an end, none of you are able to walk straight and your mind is jumbled from all the alcohol. Saying goodbye to Nemuri and Hizashi, you and Aizawa stumble into a cab. The ride back to your place is spent laughing with Aizawa and scooting as close as you can to each other. Once you arrive it takes some time to make it to your apartment and even longer to get the key into the door.
“Shhh, you have neighbors.” Aizawa tries to whisper as you grunt and whine that you can’t get the door open. “Here. Let me.”
Aizawa takes the key and flips it before easily opening the door. You stare in bewilderment as he just smirks, grabbing your hand, and pulling you into the apartment. Slipping your shoes off you lock the door and stumble when turning back around only for Aizawa to reach his hands out to hold you steady.
“Let’s get you to bed.” He chuckles.
You moan, thinking he means to have sex and scoot closer to his body. “Okay.”
It comes out breathy and the blush on his cheeks rivals the color of raspberries, but he takes your actions as a joke. Being drunk has its perks of bravery, but it also comes with cluelessness. As you both steady each other he leads you to your room and eases you onto the bed. When he turns to go to the couch you reach out a hand and gently grab his.
He looks at you with a million questions in his eyes and you muster up enough drunken bravery to ask, “Stay with me?”
He glances at the bed, then you, and then your lips. “Okay.”
Stripping down to just your shirt and undies you scoot all the way over before patting the mattress. Aizawa hesitantly removes his jeans and shirt before he joins you, and as soon as your head hits the pillow you are out like a light.
~
You wake up to the feeling of an arm wrapped around your waist and a warm body pressed against yours. You go to turn around when the arm tightens, and a husky voice comes from near your ear.
“Stay still.” It’s Aizawa’s voice.
The night comes rushing back to you and if it wasn’t for the comfort of his body against yours, you would probably take the time to freak out before dozing back to sleep.
The next time you wake up, you roll over to find the bed empty. Last night was the first time you two have shared a bed and it was the best night’s sleep you’ve had in a while. A soft smile graces your lips as you remember Aizawa cuddled against you. His strong arm tight against your body like he never wanted to let go. The hardness of his morning wood pressed against you something you failed to realize then, but you have a clear memory of now.
You can hear the TV coming from the living room, so you decide to throw some proper PJs on and head out there. Aizawa is still shirtless and now on your couch with coffee in his hand. Looking at the coffee maker you decide to make you a cup and ignore how Aizawa’s eyes rake over your body, a fire within them.
When your coffee is done you head to the couch, finally looking Aizawa in the eyes. “Good morning.”
You decide ignoring sharing a bed and pretending it was not a big deal is the way to go.
He blinks, “Good morning. How did you sleep?”
You almost choke on your coffee. “Really well actually. You?”
“The best night’s sleep I’ve had in a while.” He keeps his eyes on yours, searching.
You take a sip of your coffee and turn towards the TV. Aizawa’s eyes stay on you for a moment longer before he turns back to the TV. The tension in the air is a mixture of awkwardness and arousal. Thankfully Aizawa’s phone rings.
“Hello?” He greets.
You reach for the remote on the coffee table and feel your shirt rise slightly, the heat of a gaze chasing away the new cold air hitting skin.
“This is he.” He says and stands to walk out onto the balcony for some privacy.
You watch through the glass doors as he paces and shakes his head. Whoever he is on the phone with it must not be good. You refill his coffee while he finishes his conversation and by the time he is opening the doors you are back on the couch. He is visibly stressed and angry as he plops down and puts his face in his hands.
“Are you okay?” You ask.
He sighs. “That was the apartment. They finally got someone out to look and said the pipes would need to be replaced in not only my apartment, but a few others.”
You lay your hand on his back and rub soothing circles. “So, what does that mean for you?”
“They aren’t sure how long it will take, but they said at least two weeks possibly more if they run into other issues. Now, not only me, but other tenants will have to find a place to stay for a while.”
“You know you are welcome here for as long as you need.” You offer. “I don’t mind.”
He looks over at you, searching your face once more. “Are you sure?”
You smile, “Sho, I’m sure. I promise if you start to be a bother, I will throw you out on your ass.”
He chuckles, some of his stress fading away. “Thank you.”
“Always. Now that we have that settled, do you want to go get some breakfast at the diner? Then we can go to your place and grab some more of your things.”
His smile lights up the room. “That sounds great.”
~
After breakfast and grabbing more of Aizawa’s things you both return to your apartment to finish off the day watching movies and playing some board games. He effortlessly kicks your ass in scrabble, but you wipe the floor with him in monopoly. For dinner you ordered a pizza and ate while watching old reruns of your favorite show before deciding to head to bed. You said a quick goodnight, stopping by the bathroom to wash your face, before grabbing some pajamas and slipping under the covers.
Now it’s about an hour later and you are still unable to fall sleep. Thoughts of last night and Aizawa cuddled against you running rampant through your mind. You lay your hand on the empty spot beside you and wish, of all things, that your best friend was there. That you weren’t just friends.
After another hour of tossing and turning you finally fall asleep around 2 am.
Waking up you look to see it’s only 9 and groan, pulling the covers over your head to block out the morning. It doesn’t work however when the wonderful smell of food makes its way to you. Aizawa probably made a delicious breakfast and now you are fully awake.
You make your way to the kitchen to find food out on the table and Aizawa pouring coffee into two mugs.
“Good morning, Sunshine.” He chuckles, probably at your bedhead and tired expression.
You can see slightly dark circles under his eyes, “Did you sleep well?”
He rubs the back of his neck. “Not really.”
You don’t say anything after that as you dig into the pancakes, bacon, and eggs he made. You take a few secret glances his way and watch as he eats. He sometimes rubs at his neck, and you wonder if sleeping on a couch for two weeks is really going to be comfortable for him.
“Sho?” You ask.
He looks up. “Yeah?”
You fiddle with the last bite on your plate. “You can sleep in the bed.”
The room stills except for the slight clink of Aizawa’s fork onto his plate. You don’t look up at him as you feel his eyes on you.
“What?”
“Listen, I know the couch has to be uncomfortable and you will be staying here for at least two weeks, so just sleep in the bed.”
You finally look up to find a question in his eyes that he never asks as he searches your face before nodding. “Are you sure? I’ll be fine on the couch. It may not be the most comfortable thing, but I can manage.”
You take a sip of your coffee to calm your nerves. “Are you really going to be able to sleep there and go to work from an uneasy night’s rest?”
He glances at the couch and grimaces slightly. “No, but are you sure it’s okay to sleep in your bed?”
“We’ve been friends for 20 years Sho.” You feel the need to remind yourself. “Yes, I’m sure it’s okay for you to sleep in the bed.”
You imagine his body against yours in a not so friend like manner as you eat your last bite before grabbing your dishes and placing them in the sink feeling a slight panic rise.
“I’m going to go to Nemuri’s for a while.” You say.
Before Aizawa really has the time to say anything you rush to your bedroom, putting on some decent clothes, and heading out the door with a quick see you later. You really just needed to get out of such an enclosed space with him and your thoughts running around. Is sharing a bed really a good idea?
At Nemuri’s she asks what’s wrong and you tell her the first bullshit excuse you can think of. She doesn’t believe you but lets you in anyway. You spend the day doing facemasks and watching some comedy movies. The thoughts of Aizawa leave your mind for a while so you can relax. That is until night comes and you realize you can’t really run from a situation you put yourself in.
Arriving back at the apartment you find Aizawa making tea. He looks over as you come into the kitchen.
“Want a cup?” He asks.
“Please.”
He smiles as he turns to make it and you head to put on some PJs, more decent ones now that you will be sharing the bed. You and Aizawa sit on the couch, tea in hand, as a movie plays on and your mind focuses on every movement Aizawa makes.
When your tea is gone, there really is no use in postponing the inevitable since you both need to be up early for work. You set your cup in the sink, Aizawa doing the same, before he follows you down the hall. You stare at the bed awkwardly before mentally smacking yourself. This is Aizawa. Your best friend. Sharing a bed is not something to freak out about. You climb into your side as Aizawa does the same. The tension in the room heightening as he turns out the lamp.
“Goodnight.” You say.
“Goodnight.” He replies.
Your body stays on alert for a while until exhaustion takes over and a warm body presses against yours.
~
For the next few days, you wake up the same. Wrapped in Aizawa’s arms as the light peaks through the curtains, the sound of your alarm going off for work. Everyday Aizawa just rolls away, and you both get up and get ready for work.
Neither of you bring up the cuddling, but you notice more and more how your bodies are drawn towards each other. There are light touches here and there, not meant to be anything more than an accident, but they are becoming more frequent.
Yesterday, you and Aizawa were laughing in the kitchen trying to make dinner when you laid your hand on his arm. He faced you, laughter slowly dying as his eyes were intensely roaming your face. You both stilled, looking at each other’s lips and inching closer. If the timer for the oven hadn’t of went off, you may have ended up kissing your best friend.
You both had parted quickly, clearing your throat, and grabbing the oven mitts removing the chicken from the oven. It was a quiet night after that. The talk was kept to the bare minimum, and you slept a little tenser than normal. The next morning Aizawa seemed to be holding you tighter and your legs were intertwined. Still neither of you could meet the other’s eyes as you left for work.
Arriving home that afternoon you find the lights dimmed and the apartment filled with the smell of your favorite food. Aizawa stands from the table where you see the dish laid out and a glass ready to be filled with wine.
You meet his eyes. “What’s this?”
He rubs the back of his neck. “It’s a thank you. For letting me stay here.”
“You didn’t-“ You start.
“I know.” He says with something in his eyes that you can’t place. “But I wanted to. Here come sit.”
He leads you to the table and pulls the chair out for you, pouring you a glass of wine once you are settled.
“This looks amazing.” You take a deep inhale. “And it smells divine.”
He chuckles, one of your favorite sounds, and takes his seat. “Dig in. I hope you like it.”
You waste no time in tasting everything he made, moaning as you taste the main dish. “Sho, this is… I have no words. How did you do this? How did you know this was my favorite?”
He sheepishly looks everywhere but at you. “I’ve known you for 20 years. If I didn’t know your favorite food, then what kind of friend would I be?”
You smile ear to ear, unable to express your true feelings as he finally meets your eyes. You’ve known for a long time that you love him, but it’s never felt stronger than in this moment.
Reaching your hand out you grab his on the table. “Thank you.”
He squeezes your hand lightly. “Anytime.”
Dinner is spent with longing glances and easy conversation. After cleaning up you take this to the couch where you spend chat about anything and everything, hands occasionally grazing each other’s. This is more than just friendly, and you both know it. A line drawn in the sand fades away effortlessly as the night goes on.
Slowly you find yourself leaning forward and Aizawa does the same. Conversation stops as your breath mingles, eyes glassy, and as you wet your lips you can hear a faint moan from Aizawa. His hand comes to your thigh, his thumb making little circles as you inch closer.
“Sho.” You whisper.
“Y/N.” He replies.
You moan as his hand inches higher. “Kiss me.”
The words are so quiet you doubt he heard you until he closes the gap. His lips are soft against yours and you both moan into the kiss. He brings his hand up to cup your cheek, lightly pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. When his tongue grazes yours a sound you have never made before escapes, encouraging him to continue.
Slowly he eases you to lay down as he hovers above you, his lips never leaving yours. He takes one of your hands, intertwining your fingers, and placing them above your head. He pulls back to stare deep into your eyes and it’s like a dam has broken and every emotion he feels is there. You can see the love and lust there. Your eyes no doubt showing him the same. He smiles softly before reconnecting your lips and grinding his body down against yours.
His hard cock rubs over the seam of your pants at your sex and you know you’ve never been this wet for anyone before. Your legs part and he settles between them occasionally rubbing against you, the fabric of your panties rubbing against your clit. The friction is too much and before you know it you moan loudly with an orgasm as it ripples though you.
Aizawa kisses down your neck. “Cumming already? Look at how sensitive you are for me.”
His voice sends shivers all over. He releases your hand to trail light touches of his fingertips down your body. He traces down your thigh and back up the inner side until he is palming you over your pants. You arch into his touch wanting more, your hands finding his hair.
“Please.” You beg.
He chuckles against your neck. “Begging already?”
You reach for his pants when he grabs your hand, pulling back to look into your eyes. “I get to touch you first.”
He sits up, bringing you with him enough to slip off your shirt and your bra. He takes your breasts in his hands, pinching and pulling at the nipples.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He whispers.
His hands explore your upper body before undoing your pants and easing them off. He scoots back to remove your panties and kneel between your legs. You can feel his breath on your inner thigh before he places an open-mouthed kiss there. You inhale deeply as his lips kiss their way to your center.
“Look at how fucking wet you are. You’re dripping.”
You whimper. “Please. Please.”
You just need him to touch you. He moans as he brings his tongue to lick up your slit. A moan so deep erupting through you as he takes his time. He teases you, exploring your cunt with his tongue and sucking up your juices. His hands grip your thighs pulling them open further as his tongue slips inside your hole.
Arching off the couch you grip at the only thing you can find, his hair, and pull him closer, further into you. He swirls his tongue inside you an orgasm building easily as his thumb comes to rub against your clit.
“I’m ganna-“ You start, but before you can finish Aizawa pulls away and you whimper at the loss.
“You have to ask permission to cum, okay?”
You moan. “Yes. Please can I cum?”
He chuckles, “Not yet love.”
He kisses up your body and sucks a nipple into his mouth. He takes the hard bud and rolls it between his teeth, a sob of pleasure escaping your lips.
“What do you want?” He asks.
“I want you.” Is all you can manage as not one, but two fingers slide into your pussy.
“Be more specific.”
You can barely wrap your mind around anything other than his fingers curling and rubbing against your g-spot.
“Kitten.” He demands. The pet name rolling easily from his lips.
“I-I want your cock. Inside me. Please.” You beg.
He removes his fingers from inside you, taking them into his mouth, and you watch as his eyes close and he moans at your taste as he licks his fingers clean. Standing he slowly removes his shirt, button by button until it drops to the floor. You stare at his happy trail, following it down as he unzips his pants and pushes them and his boxers to the floor. His cock springs free, standing long and thick. You moan deeply as he grips his length and strokes himself.
You reach your hand out and he steps closer, letting you spread the drops of precum from his tip down his cock as you stroke him. You turn slightly, your other hand coming to cup his heavy balls and roll them in your palm. His moan fills the room, head thrown back, and eyes closed from the pleasure of your hand on him. Leaning your head forward you slip his tip into your mouth and this time he tenses as you swirl your tongue around him.
He pulls away before you get your fill and sweeps you up into his arms. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”
You kiss his neck, nipping at his earlobe as he walks down the hall. He sets you gently in the center of the bed, crawling up to settle between your spread legs. Lifting your knees, you open further for him. He rubs his tip at your entrance, gathering your juices and spreading them on his cock. You watch and feel as his tip presses into your tight cunt, his hand coming to soothingly rub your thigh as he eases himself into you, stretching you with every inch.
He bottoms out, both of your moans the only sound in the room as he stills above you. His tip is pressing against your cervix, and you grind down on his cock eliciting pleasure and pain to flow through you.
His hands grip your hips to keep them still. “Stop moving unless you want this to be over sooner than we both would like.”
You smirk and gentle push down against him, clenching around him. He glares and the demand in his eyes is enough to get you to be still. When he begins to move, he starts with slow deep thrusts. Your hands grip the sheets tightly as he leans down to kiss you. Your nipples grazing his chest with every thrust. He moves to grab a pillow and places it under your hips. With the new angle he hits deeper within you and rubs very close to your g-spot.
“You fit me so perfectly.” He praises.
Moaning, you begin to meet his thrusts. His pace picks up and his hands grip your hips tight enough to leave bruises as you feel yourself building.
“Can I cum?” You ask.
“Not yet, Baby.”
You whimper as he leans down to connect your lips, his hands moving to play with your nipples. With each pinch he rubs the hurt away and a new wave a pleasure washes over you. You’re so close to an orgasm, you don’t register his hands moving back down until one is rubbing over your clit.
“Cum for me.” Aizawa growls.
“Shouta!” You scream as the most intense orgasm you have ever had flows through you.
His full name from you lips sends him over the edge and you can feel as his warm cum enters your body, filling you to the brim. Each thrust continuing to push some out of your pussy. He slows and eventually stills above you, peppering light kisses to your neck and chest. You pull his lips up to yours and kiss him deeply. Both of you are panting hard when you pull away and he smiles down at you with nothing but love in his eyes.
He moves a piece of hair behind your ear and cups your cheek. “I love you, Y/N.”
“I love you too.” You nuzzle against his hand.
He kisses you one last time before pulling out of you. He cleans you up with his tongue and a warm rag before settling on the bed and pulling you to his side. You throw a leg over him and rest your head on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep.