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Shouta Aizawa yawned as the alarm blared off. He was used to late nights due to his job but it didn't make the lack of sleep he often got any less annoying. Though part of it could be because he was still not used to the new house.
Aizawa was used to the cheap, cramp apartment that he lived in for most of his early adulthood. It was messy, had way too many defects that the landlord should have covered, and was in the shitty part of town but it was still his home for a good chunk of his life.
Living in an actual well furnished house felt…weird. The fact that he was making enough money to afford a place like this was still something Aizawa could barely comprehend. It's been a few months since his friends, (most of whom were former roommates before they all got better jobs) threw him a housewarming party to celebrate the milestone. But now that the festivities were over, the new house felt empty.
Aizawa shook his head to dispel those thoughts. He knew that he was just longing for the simpler times when everyone was less busy. Not only was the new house really nice, it was also prime real estate. He lived close to the city where he could travel with friends and dine in hundreds of restaurants yet far enough that he didn't need to worry about the worst traffic.
Then there was the matter of neighbors.
Most of Aizawa's neighbors were pretty private. He really saw them outside of getting too and coming home from work. He didn't really mind that. Some people liked to keep to themselves and that's just fine. Hell, he wasn't exactly the most social person in the world either.
But still, it was pretty annoying that most of the other residents of his neighborhood were older, wealthier folk. It made Aizawa feel like he was going through a midlife crisis even though he was only thirty years old. There was one neighbor around his age and she conveniently lived next door. But if Aizawa were to be honest, he didn't know whether that was a blessing or curse
"Morning Aizawa!" a cheerful voiced rang in his ears as he stepped out to grab his mail
The voice belonged to Emi Fukukado. She was the one neighbor around his age. That was the only thing they had in common. While Aizawa described himself as introverted, Emi was the outgoing and always had a smile on her face. Despite their differences, Aizawa didn't really hate Emi (Okay, he was a bit annoyed by her). Beneath her bubbly surface was a responsible and diligent member of society. When he first moved in, Emi was glad to help him get acclimated to the new neighborhood. To his surprise, Emi also had a good rapport with their older neighbors who seemed to treat her like a favored niece. He honestly thought that she'd be a pariah to the older folks here.
"Good morning, Fukukado." Aizawa grunted in return
He expected, if anything, Emi would be at least a little grumpy in the morning. It was the start of a typical work week and even Hisashi's loud ass was a bit more subdued but here she was, still as bright and cheerful as ever.
Aizawa meant it both figuratively and literally. The first thing him, or anyone really, noticed about Emi was the fact that she decided to dye her hair a bright green. It was…distracting. Just about as distracting as her seemingly endless supply of garish colored outfits. All that didn't stop her from being pretty hot all things considered
Once Aizawa found out that Emi was an artist and professional photographer, the eccentricities made more sense. It also answered his longstanding question of how she could actually afford living in such a wealthy neighborhood.
"Check it out! One of my pieces is getting shown in the Whitestone in Tokyo!" Emi cooed while showing Aizawa the article on her phone "pretty cool, huh?"
Aizawa couldn't believe just how casual she was being at such an accomplishment "Cool? I'd say that's underselling things, don't you think?"
Emi shrugged "I don't see any point in bragging. The article is doing it for me! Besides, I get paid to do what I love, it's something to be grateful for! Don't you think?"
Aizawa took a moment to think about her words and concluded that Emi was right "Fair enough."
"You don't brag about working in Public Security either, so you can't toss stones, mister!" Emi lightly teased while poking his chest
Aizawa turned away in embarrassment "Tons of people work in Public Security. It's like bragging about being a cop…"
Emi rolled her eyes "But Public Security is where the top guys make their marks. I don't think a beat cop makes enough money to afford a house like this."
Once again, Aizawa had to concede "Alright, you got me. But that also means that I can't brag about my job or else I risk leaking important confidential information." he teased back
Emi gasped in shock "You're right! Okay, I won't ask you to talk about your job from now on. Promise"
Sensing that Emi seemed genuinely afraid for his life, Aizawa felt like he needed to cool things off "Okay, my job isn't that dangerous. I was just exaggerating."
Emi shook her head "Nuh-uh! I'm not gonna risk it! I can't have the only cute guy near me dying in the line of duty!"
"Thanks for the compliment" Aizawa snorted "Though I don't think there's much competition since everyone else here is pretty damn old…"
"Are you saying that I'm only totally cute because there's no other women around our age, here?" Emi pouted
"I'm not going to answer that question." Aizawa deadpanned. He had enough experience with Nemuri to not fall for these obvious set-ups.
Emi stomped her foot and blew a raspberry "You're no fun, Aizawa!"
"Uh-huh, my friends tell me that all the time."
After another long day at work, Aizawa checked the one group chat he was in with his friends.
Present Mic: Man, some of the stories the callers I have on my radio show are crazy!
Midnight Bliss: Are you talking about the guy who found buried treasure in his backyard? That's quite the find.
Ingenium: Wow! Can you imagine that! Finding a pirate's treasure right at your door!
Head in the Clouds: I don't think it was pirate's treasure, Tensei
Aizawa: Did he pocket the gold or is everything in a museum now?
Present Mic: Dude, we got to talk about how boring you are. C'mon! You couldn't pick a better screen name?
Aizawa: What's wrong with my name.
Midnight Bliss: It's boring as hell
Aizawa: Not taking criticism from someone who chose "Midnight Bliss" as their screen name
Midnight Bliss: And why's that?
Aizawa: It sounds like a stripper name, Nemuri
Head in the Clouds: He's got you there, babe
Ingenium: hahaha How's everyone's day? Anything fun going on with you all?
Present Mic: If you wanna hear about my day, tune in to my morning show 😉
Head in the Clouds: Got a long flight to the US scheduled tomorrow, My copilot's a younger guy so he's nervous
Midnight Bliss: Maybe I can send you some nice pictures to make the journey a little more bearable ️♥️
Aizawa: Gross
Present Mic: 🤢
Ingenium: Very cute, you two!
Midnight: Anyway, I had some patients to schedule. Being a psychiatrist is a lot of work, but it's fulfilling
Ingenium: Gotta prepare for the Grand Prix coming soon!
Head in the Clouds: Hope you kill it, man! It's so crazy seeing our friend on TV
Midnight Bliss: I mean, if I had to pick any of us who'd be on television, it probably would be Tensei.
Present Mic: I'm more of a radio guy
Aizawa: I would rather die before being on TV.
Ingenium: Who knows? Maybe you'll break a huge new story since you're pretty damn important.
Present Mic: We'll see the rare sight of Shouta in a suit
Midnight Bliss: Any update on your cute neighbor? The artist?"
Aizawa: I didn't know you and Oboro were swingers…
Midnight Bliss: I MEANT FOR YOU DUMBASS!
Midnight Bliss: Seriously, you should take a chance and ask her out. I think she's your type.
Aizawa: What makes you say that?
Present Mic: We met her a couple of times. You guys just seem like real good friends
Aizawa: I'm good friends with all of you so do you think I want to fuck any of you?"
Ingenium: IDK, I think I'm pretty cute
Head in the Clouds: Whoa, none of us said anything about sex. We said we'd think you'd be cute together. You brought hat part up.
Midnight Bliss: A little psychological projection on your part, Shouta?
Aizawa: Can you prescribe anything to stop this conversation? I have to go to the gym.
Shouta Aizawa took a long, cold shower after hitting the gym to sooth his sore muscles. Even though he mostly works behind a desk, he knew it was good to keep in shape. He stepped out of the shower, ready to enjoy the rest of the evening when he noticed the small trashcan in his bathroom was nearly filled up.
Aizawa grimaced as the revelation hit him "Aw crap, almost forgot garbage collection is tomorrow morning."
His perfect plan of spending the rest of the evening being lazy was now ruined. Aizawa quickly threw on a plain shirt and tank top and went to throw his trash out and bring the garbage cans to the side of his house out to the front.
But when he walked outside, he noticed something peculiar.
"Huh…Fukukado left her curtains open." he wondered aloud "Must have forgotten to close them in the evening. I remember her saying something about natural light being important for the creative process or something…"
Aizawa's Public Security instincts kicked in at that moment. Some would be burglar could see all the high-end stuff in Emi's and break in while she was asleep.
"I'll just tap on the window and tell her to close the blinds…" Aizawa mumbled as he marched towards her house. He stopped dead in his tracks once he could finally make out what was happening inside her house.
It was Emi, naked and sprawled out on her couch. One hand was working on her pussy while another was gently massaging her breast. Emi was in the throes of ecstasy and it was as if the rest of the world didn't matter to her.
Aizawa could only gawk as his neighbor spread herself on the couch, luxuriating in her own pleasure. She was attractive before but she looked positively radiant now. The look of joy on her face brought a sense of envy that creeped up his spine.
Time stopped for Aizawa as the goddess before him continued to revel in her own bliss. He felt his sweatpants tighten around his now turgid cock as he continued watching her. A buzz on his phone snapped him out of his voyeuristic intrusion and it dawned on him how much of an absolute fucking creep he was being.
Aizawa ran back home as quiet as possible as to not alert Emi. She was a good neighbor and he knew that there would be no way to salvage their cordial relationship if she caught him spying on her during her most intimate moments.
He shook his head in disgust as he slammed the door shut. What the fuck was wrong with him? His life's work was dedicated to upholding the law and here he was acting like a disgusting criminal. It was pathetic…He was a disgrace.
Even as his disgust bubbled inside him, Shouta couldn't get the image of Emi out of his head. It was like the sight of her…so beautiful was implanted in his brain. He opted to skip dinner entirely, take some ibuprofen and try to sleep off the things that would not leave his mind.
"Shouta…Shouta!" A soft voice giggled in his ear.
"E-Emi?" Aizawa couldn't believe it. He was naked in his bed, joined by an equally nude Emi
"What's the matter? Never seen a naked woman before?" she gasped in mock surprise "Don't tell me I'm your first?"
"W-What are you doing here?"
Emi rolled her eyes "Gee, I wonder what a naked woman wants to do when she's sharing a bed with a naked man. Maybe to practice my standup routine?"
"No I mean what are-" Emi cut his confused ramblings with a deep kiss. Aizawa groaned in surprise before he gave in to the impossibly amazing feeling of her perfect body pressed against his own.
He was a weak man
Emi broke the kiss and smiled at how easily he crumbled.
"You're too easy babe!" she cooed as she ran her fingers down his chest and abs
Whatever that was happening to him, Shouta knew that he couldn't back out now. He craned his neck forward to softly kiss her neck as she crawled on top of him to continue their-
Shouta nearly jumped out of his bed when his alarm went off. He looked around for any signs of Emi but there was nobody else in the bed. It was at that moment that he realized that he was merely having an absolutely filthy dream that involved his neighbor. The pang of disappointment that he felt set some alarms in his head
"Why the hell am I disappointed?" he grumbled
Aizawa tried his best to rationalize the messy feelings that were swirling through his head.
"I haven't been in a relationship for a long time and Emi is…objectively hot." he mumbled to himself.
Aizawa shook his head to calm down "Alright, gotta get ready for work. Work will distract me from…all this."
When Aizawa left his building, he had hoped that Emi wouldn't be outside too. She made it a habit to check her mail around the same time he left for work so they could engage in some pleasant small talk before their started. While he was never much for small talk, it was nice to actually talk to someone first thing in the morning.
Unfortunately for him, Emi was outside like always clad in Hello Kitty pajamas. She looked like a grown up kid, a far cry from the picture of sexuality he saw last night. All he could do was hope that she didn't spot him spying on her during an…intimate moment
"Hey neighbor!" she chirped with a wave
"Morning Fukukado" he greeted back, trying his hardest to keep his cool
"Man, I got the best sleep I've had in years last night!" Emi beamed "What about you, any good dreams?"
Aizawa blinked. Was she taunting him? He quickly shook off that conspiracy theory since there was no way Emi could find out that he had dreamt of having sex with her.
"All I have is nightmares about missing work cause I overslept" he snarked
"Need any help getting sleep?" She offered helpfully
Aizawa snapped his head her direction "What?"
Emi flinched at his tone of voice "I…was gonna give say that you should drink some chamomile tea at night. Dude, I really think you should try it since you're acting really weird."
Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose "Sorry for snapping at you. I really need to fix my sleeping habits."
"Well the weather is starting to cool off. That should help, right? Nothing's cozier than wrapping yourself in a warm blanket!"
Aizawa grunted in agreement "The leaves are starting to fall too. That means more work."
Emi softly punched him on the shoulder "C'mon Aizawa! Once you finish raking the leaves, you can jump into the pile!"
That statement actually earned a chuckle from him. Mostly because he found it impossible to reconcile that the fact that this was the same woman he came across last night "I'll leave you to that…"
"Don't worry, I'll jump on your pile of leave for you." Emi jokingly threatened "Just kidding! I wouldn't do that! I will probably use your place as reference for a painting."
Shouta tilted his head in confusion "Why not use your own house as a reference. The autumn leaves look just as nice."
Emi rubbed the back of her head "It's hard to explain, but I'm just too used to my own house and my own yard. Sometimes you need a fresh perspective, you know?" When you get used to something, drawing it becomes second nature, and you end up making some sloppy mistakes that you don't catch."
"I didn't know you were so keen on the technical aspects of art." Aizawa mumbled
"Art comes from the heart and the brain. All the passion in the world won't matter if you don't have the skills to back it up." Emi explained in a blunt manner
"Damn, it feels weird hearing that from you." Aizawa admitted
"What? You thought I was just gifted or something?" Emi accused "I put in the work!"
Aizawa shook his head "No, no! It's just that um…You're so positive and cheerful that I sometimes forget that you're around my age. You don't have the misery of adulthood hanging off you."
Emi let out an impressed whistle "I met some of your friends and a lot of them are pretty lively."
"I grew up with them. Been friends since high school. I know that even loud radio man Hizashi gets exhausted sometimes. It's the best time to mess with him" Aizawa smirked
"Hey I get stressed out a lot too! I just know how to deal with my stress so everyone else gets to see the cute, friendly me." Emi stated "I can be just as grumpy as you but it's harder to try and make you smile."
"Keep trying, and you'll eventually get it." Aizawa snarked
Days turned into weeks and the memory of Emi almost completely disappeared from Shouta Aizawa's mind. His days consisted of a comfortable routine of hard work, spending time with friends, sleeping, and indulging in his hobbies.
Right now, he was at the Whitestone Gallery in Tokyo, checking out one of Emi's latest piece.
Aizawa: I'm surprised you're not here in person to brag about your art especially now that I'm actually here. He whipped out his phone to text her
Fukukado : I wish I was but I've been making appearances in so many art galleries lately and I feel like I'm gonna explode if I do one more 😤
Aizawa: It's alright. Must be hell having to explain your work to art sobs
Fukukado: Hey! These are snobs are signing my paychecks 😂
Aizawa: That's good to hear. Get some rest, alright. You want me to pick up some takeout for you when I head back?
Fukukado: You're so sweet! 😭
Aizawa: It's nothing. I was gonna get food for myself anyway.
Fukukado: But I'm fine. I already ordered some food. Like I said, I'm really lazy today.
Aizawa: Too lazy to cook? I've rubbed off on you 👍
Fukukado: Using emojis? I've rubbed off on you 👏
Fukukado: But seriously, thanks for taking the time to check my paintings out. Especially since you did it after clocking out of work.
Aizawa: The gym I go to is closed because of a faulty heating system anyway.
Fukukado: Heard we're getting some snow today. Isn't that cool?!
Aizawa: Gonna have to wear a jacket to take my garbage to the front
Fukukado: Or you can just do that before the snow settles?
Aizawa: Nah
Fukukado: 🙄
After going somewhere to eat, Shouta returned home, yawning as soon as he entered the door. He had a long day between work and interacting with the most annoying people at the art gallery.
It was almost worth it to tell those snooty art connoisseurs that he was actually friends with the artist who created the paintings they were gushing over. Well, they were merely acquaintances, but that didn't make for a good thing to brag about.
"I wonder if Fukuado puts on a front when she's showing off her artwork?" he wondered aloud "They really look like they're into the pretentious "miserable artist" type."
Aizawa had half a mind to call Emi and ask her directly but he thought better of it.
"Thank God Fukukado wasn't miserable. It'll probably be like talking to a mirror." he chuckles to himself
A buzz from his phone shook him out of his thought. It was Emi. Speak of the devil…
"Hey, Fukukado. Do you need anything?"
"So the guys who work at the Whitestone called me to tell me that my boyfriend was arguing with a bunch of art critics. That's pretty weird because A. I don't remember dating anyone currently and B. You're the only person I know that went to the the gallery today. Any thought about that?"
It was clear from Emi's tone that she was fighting the urge not to laugh. That didn't stop Aizawa from being totally embarrassed
"Boyfriend? Who said that?"
"Okay, I might have exaggerated that bit for comedic effect." Emi sheepishly admitted
Aizawa let out a sigh "What did they really say?"
"They said my "close friend" was causing a commotion and they specified said friend was a male. So "close male friend" is basically "boyfriend" if you want to break it down, right? I mean, you're a boy and according to you, we're close friends. I never implied "boyfriend" in a romantic sense. That is simply your subconscious thoughts influencing you!" Emi jokingly ranted
"...You tried too hard on the bit. Six out of ten." Aizawa snarked. He could hear Emi giggled over the phone
"I thought it was funny and that's what matters" Emi quipped "But seriously, I expected you to just walk in, look at my works, maybe take a picture to prove that you actually went and then leave. I didn't think you'd actually get into a debate about my art."
"It's not my fault. I was reading the inscription next to your painting and a bunch of assholes kept telling me to move so they could see the "masterpiece." and that someone like me wouldn't appreciate it."
"Oh my God! That's so funny!"
"Now do you understand why I told those guys that I know you? I needed to see the look on their faces" Aizawa explained
"Okay, I get it. I didn't know we were such good friends though!"
"It sounded better than saying "We occasionally talk" doesn't it?"
"True…Besides, we talk every morning. That's good enough to be considered friends, right?"
"I guess it is."
"You know what else friends do?" Emi asked
"What?"
"They help each other shovel snow! C'mon Aizawa! Put those muscles to good use!"
Aizawa chuckled on the line "Muscles mean nothing if you can't put them to practical use. I'll be happy to if the snow piles high enough."
"Good. I don't want to blow my back out shoveling. I have enough problems with my boobs." Emi complained
"Have you been spending time with Nemuri?" Aizawa snarked "Back injuries are a silent killer when it comes to snow shoveling. That and heart attacks over a certain age…"
"Okay now you're just trying to scare me!" Emi scolded
"Everything I'm saying is true though. Anyway, I'll stop over tomorrow morning if it snows a lot."
"Thanks bud"
"Huh…looks like the snow is piling up" Shouta mused as he looked out the window. He always admired a good snowfall…Mostly because it meant that things would be a bit quieter. Granted, if he hadn't scheduled a day off from work tomorrow, he would have been a lot more annoyed at the weather.
But he didn't have to worry about any of that today. Aizawa could relax and enjoy the rest of the evening.
"Dammit, I really should bring the shovels and salt from the back." he grumbled to himself
With that, Aizawa put on a jacket and some heavy-duty boots to make the short trek to his yard. Thankfully, the snow was light and powdery for now so the short walk wasn't annoying. It should have taken him a few minutes to bring three shovels and a 10 kilogram bag of salt in one or two trips.
Unfortunately for Aizawa, he noticed that once again, the curtains for Emi's windows weren't closed this late at night. Glimpses of Emi pleasuring herself filled his mind, the memories pouring into his brain like honey.
It would the easy thing to leave it alone and go home. He could spend the entire night relaxing and catching up on TV shows his friends begged him to watch.
But alas, Shouta Aizawa was a weak man and the stirring in his loins made the choice for him.
As he trudged forward towards Emi's house, Shouta did his best to justify his second bout of voyeurism. The first he spied on his beautiful neighbor pleasuring herself, he could have justified it with ignorance. He was just trying to inform Emi that her windows were open.
Now though? There was no way to rationalize his actions. The only thing he could do was lie to himself
"The windows could get iced over, and he needed to tell her"
"The cold air would make her heating bills more expensive"
"The snow would cover the sound of his footsteps"
Okay that last one benefited him.
Sure enough, Emi was pleasuring herself on the couch again. This time, her legs were spread wide, and she was pumping a dildo in and out of her cunt. The sight of her did things to Shouta. He was an esteemed member of the law but Emi completely broke through any barrier he put around herself. She was his weakness
As Emi brought herself closer to a climax, her incoherent moans slowly became more and more audible until she yelled out something that would shock him
"Please…I need this…Shouta!"
Hearing Emi call out his name…the fact that he was the center of her fantasies made Aizawa lose his cool. He panicked and stumbled backwards, inadvertently breaking a twig which sent a loud crack which was even more audible because of the silence.
Emi heard the nose and quickly turned her head towards the source of the disturbance…and was now face to face with the man who was spying on her. As soon as they locked eyes, Aizawa lost his cool and scurried back into his house, slamming the door in panic
He couldn't believe how stupid he was! Spying on his neighbor who trusted him! Whatever that was going to happen to him, he deserved it. He didn't even know how he could look Emi in the face after what he did.
Aizawa's phone buzzed, snapping him out of his fear induced stupor. He turned the screen on and there was a notification…a text from Emi
His fingers trembled as he opened the notification and to his surprise, it was a seemingly mundane text
Fukukado: Look out the window. It's a new art piece I'm working on.
Aizawa couldn't parse what the hell she was trying to do. Did Emi not realize what he just did? Or was this some elaborate scheme to expose him?
Reluctantly, Shouta stepped outside to see what Emi was talking about and once he got close enough see through her living room window again, he couldn't believe his eyes
Emi was standing in front of her window, her naked body silhouetted by the translucent condensation. She slowly and deliberately drew a large heart on the window. Aizawa could begin to parse her wide smile as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light
Before he could react to the crude drawing, Emi pressed her breasts against the window, filling the space inside the heart that she drew with her hands squeezing the sides of them. Shouta's jaw dropped in shock and arousal.
That sight was now burned in his memories but Emi herself left her view and with that came another text from her
Fukukado: Once you work up the nerve come over ️
This woman had truly thrown Shouta for a loop, and now he was falling for her brazen (if completely effective) seduction. He hesitantly went up to Emi's door to confront her.
After a few light knocks, Emi opened the door for him. Judging by how quickly she appeared, it was clear that Emi was waiting for him. Of course, he didn't have enough time to think about how deep she planned this entire thing because he was now laser focused on something else.
Namely the fact that Emi was now clad in a loose, light blue robe that she didn't bother to fully put on; showcasing her generous cleavage and gorgeous legs.
"Sup neighbor? Enjoyed my new art?" Emi leered as she looked down to see Shouta's boner poke through his pants "What am I saying? Course you did."
Aizawa paid no mind to the teasing, however "Fukukado…Emi. I'm sorry for what I did and I know that no apology is worth the betrayal of trust-"
Emi responded by softly grabbing his hand "Hey! Do you really think that a girl who showed you her naked tits would be mad at you for being curious? I figured that was a good enough message that I'm into you too…"
Aizawa turned away from her "I know but I just…felt like I needed to apologize. I wouldn't deserve a woman like you if I didn't."
"I'm trying to be sexy and seductive here!" Emi whined "Stop making yourself look so cute!" She reached up to caress Aizawa's cheek "Just follow me to my bedroom, alright."
He reluctantly nodded and followed Emi to her bed. She gracefully sat down while also trying (and failing) to discreetly pull down more of her robe to expose more cleavage. Emi nearly let out an annoyed sigh when she saw Shouta stiffly stand next to the bed.
Emi pat the space next to her and Shouta quickly complied and sat on the bed
"Bruh, are you like a virgin or something?" Emi laughed "I'm trying to get you to fuck me here!"
"I'm not a virgin!" Shouta barked "Look, I'm still just conflicted about all this. I know you're into me and I feel the same way but-"
Emi silenced her by putting a finger to his lips "Shouta, you're part of Public Security and you still can't see an obvious trap when you see one?" she whispered
Shouta was taken aback by her casual admission "What do you mean?"
"Don't you think it's a little sus that when I was talking about inviting you over to shovel snow that I mentioned my huge tits and blowing my back out? And when you were "spying" on me, don't you think it was a coincidence that I screamed out your name?"
Aizawa scrunched his face as all the evidence piled up "You…planned this? Since when?"
"The first time you spied on me fucking myself. After I was…finished, I saw a notification on my phone about my security cameras picking something up. You couldn't believe how excited I was when I saw it was you!" Emi beamed "So excited that I might have continued my "me time" If you know what I mean…"
Shouta shut his eyes to keep the (wonderful) mental image out of his head "Unfortunately for me, I always know what you mean. But that doesn't explain why you left your curtains open the first time I…uh, observed you. Were you planning that long?"
"Oh the first time? Nah, I just like the thrill of being exposed. It turns me on." Emi casually admitted
"But that means the first time I spied on you, it was really me doing that!-" Aizawa couldn't finish his statement before Emi pushed him on the bed and crawled on top of him
"Listen, I know you're super serious about your morals but we both know that we want each other! The way you're agonizing about this even after I tell you, repeatedly that I want you is starting to make me feel like shit…" Emi mewled
"No, wait!" Shouta yelped "The one thing I didn't want to do is hurt you in any way. That's why I was torn up about this entire situation…I only have a few real friends that I trust and I didn't want to lose one of them. Especially when she's so beautiful…."
"So we're on the same page here?" Emi smiled
Shouta nodded "I guess we are…"
"Good, now take the shirt off" Emi ordered before looking down "And the pants too. Poor guy looks like he's gonna rip through those jeans"
Aizawa chuckled "Alright, but I gonna run to my place to get some condoms before we go any further."
"Already taken care of, babe. I'm on the pill!" Emi chirped
"Wow you really planned this out."
"Duh! What kind of artist would I be if I didn't let you paint my insides?"
Aizawa raised a hand up "Okay, that's dangerously teetering the line between "Sexy as hell" and "extremely lame" I don't to kill my boner her, Emi. So let's just get to the good part."
Emi gave him a mock salute "Aye aye captain!" but before she could undo her robe, Aizawa stopped here "Uh…Any problem here?"
"You already put in so much work so let me unwrap this present." Shouta said coolly
Emi couldn't believe how flushed she became because of that lame line. She really must be down bad for her cute neighbor. But she allowed him to take charge and enjoy the spoils of her successful seduction.
Now it was Shouta's turn to gently push Emi onto the bed so he could slowly take off her robe, leaving her absolutely wonderful body for him to stare in adulation.
"Fuck…I almost don't want to lay my hands on you. You're too perfect"
"That's cute Shouta but I really need you to fuck me." Emi said sweetly, but it was clear that she was getting a little antsy
Aizawa let out a soft laughter before capturing Emi with a deep kiss, before slowly moving to pepper her neck with tender kisses, before moving down to nip at her stiff areolas. Each move earning a soft gasp from his lover
"God you're beautiful…" Aizawa whispered as he continued to worship her body. He slowly spread her legs and glanced at her, a silent request for permission fro his lover. Emi caught on quick and smiled softly before nodding
Knowing that he and his lover were on the same page, Shouta gripped her thick thighs before plowing into her, his thick member slid past her clit and cleaved into the warm, swollen folds of her pussy.
Emi screamed in pure ecstasy as the rapturous feeling enveloped her soul in pure pleasure. The way her lover filled her made her feel like she was in heaven.
Shouta was feeling it too, but he couldn't lose control when he had a job to do. But he still had to take a moment to take a deep breath and focus with the way Emi's velveteen walls engulfed his cock. He slowly pulled himself out of his lover before slowly and deliberately plunging himself back into her warmth, earning a long, low moan from Emi.
His hands move up to cup her breasts adding to the impossible sensations Emi was feeling. The feeling of her breasts being fondled by his rough, calloused hands combined with the way his cock was slamming into her made Emi see stars. She wondered if this was the reasons why people lived their lives and if she was worthy enough to receive such euphoria.
Of course, all those feelings melted away as her primal feelings take over all rational. Emi's legs wrap around Shouta's body as if she's afraid of losing him. Just when she felt an orgasm rock her body, she realizes that her lover was losing just as much control as she was.
Shouta grunted in exertion as he lost control of his loins but it was Emi that bore the brunt of his orgasm. The way she felt him paint her walls with his essence made her vision go blank. All her neurons were out of control and, peeling away any sense of civility. She was merely a creature of pleasure at this moment that felt stretched for an eternity.
Once Emi came crashing down to earth, her face was locked in a dopey smile. She never experimented with drugs (despite the stereotype that artists suffered) but she knew this was the greatest high she could ever receive. One that she was doomed to chase for eternity.
Shouta softly kissed her cheek after he flopped down on the bed next to her, before pulling her close to luxuriate in the shared body heat on this freezing night
"So…we're totally doing this again, right?" Emi panted
"Fuck yeah."
Shouta couldn't believe just how energetic he felt in the morning. He woke up even earlier than he used to a couple of weeks ago but he felt none of the usual morning lethargy. Perhaps it was the new yoga routine he was trying out?
Well, there was that other thing that made him smile a lot more.
Now normally, him and Emi would have a little chat before he went to the office and she was grabbing her mail. But today was an especially cold winter day and Shouta didn't want to see Emi walk out into the freezing cold wearing just her robe. That's a big reason why he woke up earlier today.
He grabbed her nail and knocked on the door and was greeted by the sight of Emi holding a large cup of coffee. It was kind of weird seeing her with less energy than normal but it was still early in the morning.
Emi seemed to perk up when she saw him (something that made Shouta's heart swell) "Hey neighbor! A little early today, isn't it?"
Shouta handled her a stack of envelopes and a package "I believe these belong to you."
Emi raised an eyebrow "Trying to steal mail, huh? That's illegal you know?" she quipped
"I didn't want you to go outside in the cold." Shouta clarified
Emi placed a chaste kiss upon his lips in gratitude "You're too sweet! Don't let Yamada call you a grump ever again."
"Eh, let's not go too far." Aizawa snarked "You just bring out the best in me."
"You should stop by after work. I want to make you something. You know to show my gratitude." Emi suggested
Shouta waved off that idea "Look, I know you're really into baking after watching those youtube videos but you don't need to do bake something for me."
Emi let out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment "What a shame…And I bought all that whipped cream for nothing…
Aizawa instantly caught on to what sort of "reward" Emi was talking about "On second thought, I just might stop by."