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The only real indication that something’s changed in your apartment is the slow wind that makes your curtains rise and fall gently, the moon shining in through the shuffling. Aizawa does what he can to be silent but the hoarse, silent whisper of your voice makes him freeze in his spot. “…Shouta? Is that you?”
Your voice is so soft that Aizawa’s legs turns to jelly. There’s nothing like your sleepy voice to put him into a daze. He shakes his head, “...how’d you know it was me?”
You chuckle, low as you seem to stretch your legs underneath your duvet, letting out a small groan. Aizawa gulps. “I think you’re the only person in the world who sees my bedroom window on the eight floor as an entrance.” you sit up slowly and when Aizawa realizes that you’re topless, he immediately turns around to give you the privacy. Only problem is that he’s now at the perfect angle to see you from your bedroom mirror. You stretch your arms over your head, uncaring that you’re displaying your chest in front of him.
You’ve always been like this. “So, what brings you?” you rub at your eyes as you sluggishly move your legs to the edge of the bed, bending down to pick up a discarded shirt from your floor. He closes his eyes, “office’s out of my meds. You’re closer to the agency and I’m… I need them.”
The admission perks you up instantly as you bring the shirt over your head, “pain level?”
“Seven.”
“Distress level?”
“Only two. I’ve had three shifts the past 24 hours.”
You hum as you get up, “sit down, I’ll get them for you.”
“But”-he tries but you abruptly interrupt him-”no, sit, Shouta.”
It’s the voice that he knows he can do nothing but obey. He wants to grumble, find an excuse but you’re already passing him, your arm gently touching his elbow for a fraction of a moment before you turn on the bedroom light, “I’ll get them for you, so please sit down.”
He sighs as he looks at your bed. His hero suit is filled with grime and dirt from today’s shift, a nasty fight with a villain, so he won’t dirty it. He bends down slowly but his legs give in underneath him halfway and he hits your floor with a heavy thud, a groan escaping him. He lifts his knee to rest his head on it, enjoying a moment where he can close his eyes.
He can hear you in the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets, filling up a water glass. He wonders if you’ve misplaced his box of medicine, stowed here for emergencies like today. In truth, he didn’t want to wake you up to get his dosage but your sleep pattern is as sensitive and erratic as his own. It couldn’t be helped.
You come back in with a tray, making Aizawa furrow his brow. You put the medication on the bed next to him before you gently bend down to sit in front of him, showing him a toothy smile.
On the small, cat-shaped tray is a glass of water with ice cubes in it and two onigiri that seems to have taken a few hits in a grocery bag. He notices that one of them is cod roe and can’t help how his lips tug up slightly at the corners. It’s his favorite.
“Alright, eat this one first and then take the pills.”
“I ate dinner.” he says flatly, instead reaching out for the box of pills on the bed. You stop him and spit your usual sarcasm, “yeah sure, I’m sure the Morinaga Super Energy jelly pouch was a very satisfying meal! Now eat up!”
You carefully unwrap his onigiri for him, your tongue sticking out in deep concentration. How you can eat these so often and still struggle with the wrapping is beyond him, but he enjoys watching you nonetheless.
You hand it to him pointedly, looking at him sharply. Your expression is telling him that you’ll definitely make sure he’s eating it properly. With both hands he accepts it and takes the first bite with his eyes locked to yours, rising to your challenge in spite of himself.
When you’re satisfied, you hum out with a nod and then open your own onigiri. You eat them in silence until you seem to choke on a piece of rice. You reach out for his glass of water and look at him with begging eyes. He chuckles as he nods, “please just take it before you choke to death instead of waiting on permission.”
After inhaling a big gulp of water, you let out a deep, loud breath, dramatically punching your chest as you gather yourself. Aizawa shakes his head and eats the final bite of his own onigiri. Before he can even reach out for his pills, you hurry to grab it and take one out. The container is always fickle and with his pain, you know he’ll struggle with it. You hand him the pill and he takes the water you put back on the tray.
He doesn’t notice the way you end up staring at the bop of his Adam’s apple, subconsciously licking your own lip at the sight. You shake your head before he lowers his glass and you go back to finishing the onigiri.
When you’re both done, you clap your hands together to wipe off imaginary crumbs and dust before you get up and reach out for him, “now it’s bed time, okay?”
Aizawa’s eyebrows knit tightly together as a grimace appears on his face while he takes your hand, “I’ll be going home, thank you very much.”
You gently help him up, “no way. You’re sleeping here. Let me just grab the extra duvet from the closet.”
You turn to your closet and start rummaging. Aizawa lets a palm travel over his face, “then I’ll take the couch.”
“Shouta. We’ve slept next to each other since high school, you’re in the bed. It’s more comfortable for your pain!”
Yeah, with Hizashi between us every time, he thinks but he’s afraid of saying it out loud. If he does, you might question whatever he could mean by that and why it would be an issue without him.
Aizawa has been in love with you since high school. He realized his feelings shortly after graduating when your path diverged from the path of a hero and he realized he wouldn’t see you everyday anymore. Yamada spent a good while laughing at him for being so slow. You start fluffing up the pillow on the side you want him on and he tries to ignore the race of his heart. You’re so considerate of him that it burns in the pit of his stomach.
“I don’t have anything in to sleep in besides this. I really should be taking the couch,” he tries a final time to convince you but you snort out a laugh, “Shouta, we both know you’re wearing that compression set underneath. I can find a shirt in the closet but you’re really out of luck. You’re in the bed whether you want to or not. Now strip.” you barely look up at him as you remove various trinkets from the night stand by his side so that he can place his phone there.
His hands ache – there’s been a cramp crawling up over his arms the past few hours but he’s trying to brave it out as he reaches for his utility belt. You seem to realize as you hurry to his aid and shush his own hands away. It being a hero suit, the belt has two buckles to secure it so it doesn’t fall off easily during battles.
That’s none of Aizawa’s concern right now though, seeing as he’s looking straight into a wet dream turned reality. You’re in front of him, unbuckling his belt of all things. It feels like a cheap porn to feel heat pool in his gut from this – but he’s deprived, alright? You struggle with the second buckle and groan before you bend down to get a better look.
You don’t register Aizawa mirroring your groan as he looks up towards your ceiling – or if you do, you don’t say anything. With a little more tugging, you manage to open it, a triumphant smile on your lips as you come back to his height. You end up pushing your face up against Aizawa’s chest to reach all the way around him and gather the utility belt in one hand. Offhandedly, you apologize but Aizawa’s too busy holding his breath to really say anything back.
Then you reach for his scarf and start unwrapping it, gently reaching around his head. He doesn’t see you avoiding eye contact like your life is depending on it because he’s too busy doing the same. You clear your throat as you gather the scarf in your arms and pull away, your lips drawn into a thin line. He watches you try to fold his scarf neatly and fail before he chuckles and reaches out for it. You pull away and he tries to reason with you, “it can’t be folded neatly. We’ll just put my clothes in a pile for tomorrow, okay?” somehow, his voice seems soft enough to let you listen. You hand it to him and circle back to your own side of the bed, sighing softly as you get settled.
Aizawa watches this and doesn’t start taking off his pants and shirt before you’re tugged in. He’s not self-conscious about his physique per say. He’s a Pro Hero who trains and works out diligently, but in front of you? You’ve always been different than the rest.
Slowly and methodically as to not strain his body too greatly, he sits down on the bed before he starts lying down on his back. Your back is turned to him when you whisper out a gentle goodnight.
“I’m sorry for waking you.” he apologizes as his goodnight and you huff out a small laugh, “it’s always a pleasure to have you over. Even at 5AM.” that ends the conversation.
The silence stretches out as Aizawa listens intently to your breathing, listening in on whether or not you’ve fallen asleep. He relaxes the second he thinks you’re sleeping, letting himself sink into your mattress, secretly grateful to be lying here with a deep sigh. The painkiller has yet to kick in but he’s not surprised – it’s a dosage he was supposed to take before his shift but when he’d showed up at the agency and opened his drawer only to find it empty, there really wasn’t much else to do but hold out.
Your voice cuts through the silence suddenly and sharply, “do orgasms work as pain relief for you?”
Aizawa freezes, eyes trained to the ceiling. After a moment’s silence he opens his mouth hesitantly, “...excuse me?”
You sigh out dramatically as you turn to lie on your back, eyes mirroring where he’s looking, “you don’t have to answer obviously but,” you hesitate for a second before you continue into a nervous ramble, “I read up on it a few days ago. Apparently some people with nerve pain get some measure of relief from orgasms but oftentimes the strain from achieving one costs too much, you know? And then I read that some partners just have oral sex and that helps. Some people though!” you accidentally raise your voice in your nervousness, “get more pain from orgasms so it seems to be entirely personal! I was just wondering if that’s something you’ve tried…”
Huh?
Before he can even reply though, your mouth is moving at rapid speeds again with your palms raised in defeat, “you really don’t have to answer! You can just forget that I asked and this whole conversation!”
You hurry to turn back on your side and it’s not until then that he gains the confidence to let his eyes roam to you. Your shoulders are tensely scrunched up all the way to your ears but otherwise he can’t deduce much from your back, the lower half of your body obscured by the duvet.
He actually considers what you say for a moment now that he’s gathered himself from the original surprise. It seems logical enough, doesn’t it? An orgasm can, in theory, calm down the nervous system he supposes, but he’s never tried it, given that pain makes masturbation a bother.
He’s also not often aroused in a pained state.
He hums out silently before he opens his mouth.
And promptly closes it again. This is too much, he thinks as he tries to talk again, “I haven’t uh... experimented with that, I guess.”
Does it sound casual? He hopes it does. You seem to inhale sharply from your nose, “...okay.” you reply, pulling your duvet further over you.
The silence returns and Aizawa’s straining his ears. Was this it? Are you going back to sleep? The pooling in his gut seem to gather with a soft buzz in his veins that he decidedly ignores. He should sleep. Tomorrow is Sunday so he doesn’t have to go to the school, but he does need to travel home from here.
As much as he doesn’t wish for you to have the same type of chronic pain as him, he’s been happy to have a friend whom he knew understood explicitly what he was going through. You’ve both learned new things together and taught each other how to manage both the good and the bad days.
You more so than him. He hasn’t had the time (or did he choose not to make the time?) to properly research beyond what has been on a need-to-know basis.
But you’re always willingly researching and talking about it. He’s always been impressed with your perseverance, even when the pain took your dream away from you.
He struggles to fight the urge of reaching a hand out toward you; to touch your nape and drag his nails softly up your scalp to see you fight a shiver. Would you ever enjoy his touch? He drags his eyes back to the ceiling to convince himself to sleep.
“Would you like to try? Oral sex, I mean.”
His breath hitches. He must’ve misheard – maybe you’re talking in your sleep. He stays quiet, muscles frozen in place as to not make you aware that he’s awake in case it was a mistake. His tongue feels like it’s growing in his mouth and turning to sand at the same time. He can’t stop himself from smacking his lips once, twice. And then he can’t stop himself;
“Huh?”
You sigh and turn to face him but your eyes don’t catch his. Your finger trace a mindless pattern into the sheet in front of you. Aizawa’s head is turned to you and he’s glaring daggers into your face.
You’re actually awake and lucid.
“I get it if it’s not your thing but I could… you know, suck you off? See if it helps on the pain?”
fucking huh, indeed.
When he doesn’t say anything you seem to shrink again, “it’s okay if I’m not your type or… yeah, I just wanted to offer something that might help…”
You chance a look at his face and he chokes on his own spit the moment you catch his gaze. He tries to cough to gain time to process whatever is going on.
You’re not just awake, you’re also dead serious about this offer.
You smile gently at him and his heart skips several beats. Fuck, he really wants to take you up on this offer. The heat that’s been pooling in the pit of his stomach grows hotter and hotter with every second he’s thinking about this and he gulps loudly as he fights to keep his eyes trained on you.
Would it be so wrong to try this out? To say yes? Would that be so selfish of him? He clears his throat and looks down onto the bed, your gaze making his cheeks heat up, “I mean…” he starts before he licks his lips and locks eyes with you again, this time a determination unrivaled from his expression, “I’d like that.”
Your eyes widen, letting out a silent “oh” as it looks like there’s sparkles shining in your eyes. He inhales sharply before he repeats his admission, “I’d really like that.”
“Yeah?” you say breathlessly. He almost wants to move just from that sound. You excitedly sit up on your haunches and look down at him with a smile. “Yeah.” he replies just as breathless, slowly removing the duvet from his body. There’s so much tension in the air between you right now that seems to be extremely palatable, electricity buzzing. Aizawa wants to reach out for you but when he lifts his arm you put your hand on it and tuts before reminding him that he’s in pain.
He doesn’t really care about that anymore, but all he can do is obey, put under a spell held by the loving gaze you’re sending his way. When your fingertips lightly traces over his crotch – so feather light that he sucks in a breath – you bite your underlip as you watch him fill out. Your palm touches him in earnest as you open your mouth, “okay, we gotta get a few things straight.”
There it is, the rational part of the brain thinks, the moment you’re about to tell him this won’t change your friendship at all or how it’s going to have to stay between the two of you that you do this.
He gets this, there’re more handsome people out there who isn’t as scruffy and disabled as him. Maybe he’s not really one you want people to know you’ve been intimate with.
He nods, ready for the hit and you speak, “you’re not allowed to move while I suck you off and also,” you start and ignore the confusion on his face before you continue, “as much as I’d like to tease and take my time, this blowjob is meant to be pain relief, so it’s right down to business. So uh,” you seem to hesitate, bashful and embarrassed. “will you please not judge my skills based on this one time?”
You’re playing with the waistband of his compression shorts when you continue hastily, “obviously you can move a bit. You’re not supposed to lie completely stiff, but keep potential thrusting and other straining movements down, alright? I read that it can have the reserve effect if you get too… move-y.”
“Move-y?” is all he can choke out to your statements, his tongue dry. You give him a sharp look, “don’t tease me! You know exactly what I mean!”
He lets out a nervous chuckle, dry and short before he nods, “fine by me.”
You smile, grabbing onto the waistband in earnest to pull them off of him. He helps what he can and with little struggle, you manage to pull them off completely. When you look back at his crotch, you lick your lips in excitement and he suddenly feels put on display.
“Are you ready?” you ask, palming his cock with pressure that makes him want to whine. He nods and tenses his shoulders. You lean down and kiss him through the fabric before you look up at him, “relax, this is supposed to be a relief thing.”
That doesn’t help the slightest. The person he’s been in love with almost his entire life has their face at eye level with his dick, this is no place to relax.
He exhales sharply and you take off his underwear, humming to yourself as you grab him by the base – he’s not able to stop that whine from slipping past his lips. You look up in a mix of surprise and excitement, “...sensitive.” you observe with a sly smile before you kiss his tip. You’re about to lick up a stripe from base to head when he suddenly exclaims, “wait!” and sit up slightly in urgency. “yeah?” you whisper, pupils blown wide. He realizes that you might want this as bad as he does – he’s not sure he trusts that observation.
“What is this going to make us?” he forces himself to ask and you hum again and kiss the vein that travels up the side of his cock, enjoying the way you feel it pulse under your ministrations, “is this a conversation you want right now?”
Aizawa nods as he lies back down slowly. You nod back as you shake your shoulders slightly. With the best of your ability you try to sound as casual as you’ve ever been, “I wouldn’t mind whatever came to happen, Shouta. I’ve always liked you, so…” you try to trail off like the endgame really won’t bother you. If this is simply a physical thing for him, you’ll happily take it. But you still hope…
His dick twitches in your hand at the confession and he slowly inhales deeply with a palm hiding his expression. Did you mess up?
“Fuck…” he mutters and blink quickly. He then says your name in a way that makes your own heart skip a beat. He rarely ever says your first name so hearing it now makes your palm sweat. “I love you.” he manages to get out and your face breaks into the biggest smile he’s ever seen on you.
You giggle then before you hurry to take his cock in your mouth, sucking in earnest. The change of pace and action shocks him and he moans loudly and unabashed, making you feel pride in your chest. Sloppy and wet sounds leaves you and whenever he looks down at you, his dick twitches. He moans out a few more profanities before his hand reaches your head to touch you, “fuck, look at you…” he says, trailing his hand down to caress your ear and then your jaw, “this is like a dream come true, I…” he trails off into a moan with his head thrown back and you pull off of him with a small laugh, “yeah?” you whine, hand and mouth working in unison to make him feel as good as possible.
You should pace this, you know. If it goes too fast he’ll just strain himself unnecessarily, and too slow will also be painful in the long run. But you’ve wanted him since you became aware of sexual urges and it’s been a fighting battle for several years.
Your mouth go down to lick his balls too, heavy and round with seed. You suck one of them into your mouth and Aizawa lifts his knee in pleasure as he mindlessly pulls gently at your hair. When you go back up and moan into his cock, he loses it and rut his hips up against you. You put a hand on his hip and pull off of him, “nuh-uh, Shouta,” you scold and he groans before relaxing his body again. “Good boy,” you praise and lick around the head of his cock, whining whenever you get to taste his precum. With your eyes closed and focus entirely on pleasuring him, your hand goes to his balls as you try to take him as far down your throat as you’re able before you choke. Aizawa bites his lip before he starts talking, “you’re taking me so well… Feels so good…” if there’s any drool sliding down his chin, you don’t mention it as you give kitten licks to the base, preening at the praise that he’s letting out with a breathless sigh.
You’ve never appreciated his late night visits more.
Aizawa’s already close and when he informs you of this, you double down and suck him harder. His groans turn into moans and he desperately grasps at your head, trying not to be too forceful as you asked him to be as still as possible before beginning. “Shit, you’re doing so well, making me feel so good...”
But it proves almost impossible for him to stay still in front of an impending orgasm brought by you, the person he loves – the person who loves him back.
He feels his lash line turn moist with tears as he moans your name on repeat, mixed in with a repeat of his desperate confession. You pull away for a second and whine out, “I love you, Shouta.”
That does it. He groans and arch his back with his nails digging into both your scalp and the sheet underneath him. He sees white in front of him as his mouth opens up wide, unable to control any muscles in his body. Your tongue is sticking out to catch his cum, whining and breathing heavily as it lands on your tongue. Aizawa falls flat on the bed as he tries to level his breathing, his cock still twitching and pathetically spurting out small drops of cum. His hips occasionally twitch too as you clean him up.
You rest your head on his hip and look up at him with a loving smile, “how was it?” you ask innocently, as if you didn’t just give him the most blinding orgasm he’s ever had. This compares to nothing he’s ever tried before. He thinks the feelings may have a part to play.
“Please kiss me.” he begs desperately, pawing at your face and hair. You giggle and move up slowly, careful not to put too much pressure on his body. When you’re face to face with him, you rub your nose against his, “I just had your cock in my mouth, you know? You sure you want a- hmph!”
You’re interrupted by him kissing you, nose still heaving in desperate breaths, but he keeps kissing you like the world’s about to end. Whenever you try to lean back, he follows you, licking at your lip and whining into your mouth. When you finally push back in earnest, he seems to loosen up instantly, his hands falling to the bed to relax. You hope he can feel the love you’re pouring into him. You do feel his love.
When you pull away he smiles, goofy and relaxed. It almost doesn’t look like your Aizawa, but you smile back and let your hand trace his cheek and gently move his bangs away from his face, “I take it that it worked as a pain relief?”
He hums, pushing air out through his nose as he looks to the ceiling, “honestly everything in me is buzzing right now from all the emotions. I can’t judge whether or not it was good for the pain.”
“Your emotions?” you ask, wanting to hear him confess again just one more time. You’re being greedy, but you can’t help it. He sighs and shakes his head at you, “you heard me the first time.” he argues and you hide your face in his neck, without putting too much weight there, “mhm. But I like hearing it, I think I want it as my ringtone. Especially the one where you came.”
Aizawa groans, “no.” is all he says and you pull back, “honestly I never imagined you’d be so loud. You’re usually so quiet, y’know?” you say and he pushes your face away with his palm, “shut up.”
You laugh and kiss his palm, “not a chance. You’re stuck with me now.”