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With exams, hero work, and general life getting in the way, Emi didn't have a lot of time to pursue a romance, but she sure had time to think about it. And no one consumed her thoughts the way Shouta Aizawa did.
Those tired eyes, that gorgeous dark hair that fell in his face, those lips that just couldn't seem to curl up in a smile for her... Everything about him was perfect. And the personality that went with it, though so different from her own, was so calm, and almost... Alluring, in a way. It drew her to him and made her feel butterflies in her stomach.
She would be lying if she said he didn't make her feel all sorts of other, more adult ways, too.
She felt kind of stupid, falling for a man so different from herself, and so unlikely to return those feelings, but after a while, she was unable to help herself. Shouta Aizawa wouldn't want to be in a relationship with anyone, much less her, with all her jokes and puns and giggles that seemed to annoy him to no end. But there was no reason she couldn't dream. Although, she desperately wished that she could see him outside of the professional setting she usually saw him in. It would be a treat, in her opinion, to see him doing normal things, like getting a coffee or buying something from a shop.
It had just begun to rain, and at the moment, Emi didn't have anything to protect herself from the weather. Though she was thankful that she was wearing something warmer than her hero costume. It was a day off from work, for once, so she could wear whatever she pleased. But she hadn't counted on it raining. A light jacket over a white t-shirt and a pair of leggings wasn't really cutting it.
"Fuck," she muttered, picking up the pace, looking for somewhere warm where she could drink something hot and wait for the oncoming storm to pass.
A cafe caught her eye, and she ducked inside, running her fingers through her seafoam hair. It wasn't soaked quite yet but it was wet enough to offer mild discomfort.
The place was surprisingly empty, save for a few people chatting away at their small table. Her eyes traveled around the room until they settled upon a familiar head of dark hair. What a coincidence, seeing just the person she was thinking about! Her heart fluttered, making her feel like a middle school girl asking her crush to a dance.
He looked different than normal in his more casual attire. All black, as usuall, but a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and dark jeans instead of his hero costume. And, of course, no capture weapon. He looked good. His hair was half tied back too, though it did little to keep it out of his face, so clearly it wasn't done very well, but it looked good.
Inviting herself to sit across from him at his table, she said in a sing-song voice, "Hi Eraser! Fancy meeting you here! You're looking pretty nice today!" She nodded in approval of his clothes. "Very handsome!"
"Hmm." His eyes were focused on a book, and he didn't look up from the pages. "Joke. What a surprise."
"You don't see very happy to see me," she teased. "What's the matter? Not in the mood to talk to the love of your life?"
"You're annoying," he replied bluntly. But he closed the book and looked at her. "And your jokes aren't funny."
"Not funny!" She pretended to be offended. "That's the worst thing you could say to me! What do you call a fake noodle, Eraser?"
"An 'impasta,'" he sighed. "You've used that one on me before. Try again." But his lips were turned up in the slightest smile. It was almost unnoticeable to anyone who wasn't her. She had a talent for detecting smiles.
She lightly tapped her fingers on the table, leaned in a little closer, and dropped her voice to a whisper. "Alright. Are you a hammer? Cuz I'd love to nail you."
Aizawa yawned. "Wasn't expecting lewd jokes from you. That's sort of new."
Not much of a reaction. That disappointed her. But no matter! She wouldn't let it phase her. Emi giggled. "You're no fun! That wasn't even me at my most lewd! Do you like CDs, Eraser?"
"CDs...? Why?"
"Because I'd like to see deez nuts of yours."
He groaned. "That was awful. Please, for the love of God, never say that again."
She burst out laughing, tossing her head back and shutting her eyes. Her laughter filled the small cafe, making the few other people turn their heads to see what was so funny. "HAH! You gotta admit, Eraser, it was funny! Come on, you can laugh!"
"You don't have to call me 'Eraser.' Shouta is fine."
He was looking her straight in the eyes now. Still tired, with hair falling in his face, but his annoyed expression was replaced by a much more neutral one. He could have been thinking anything.
That made her surprised. Her cheeks flushed pink. She wasn't used to calling him by his name, much less his first name. She had always longed to say it, though. She wanted to scream it. So why was he so suddenly asking her to use his name instead of a nickname?
She kept her composure. "Only if you call me Emi, then!"
"Fine, Emi." He glanced out the window. The rain was still falling heavily and didn't appear to be letting up too soon. "The rain doesn't look like it's going to stop. Maybe you should come with me to my place."
"Hmm! Don't you work tonight?" What? His place?
"Not tonight."
"That seems rare! You're always working. You work too hard Eras- I mean, Shouta." She bit her lip. "Why do you... Want me to come over?"
"To meet my cats, of course," he deadpanned. Emi stared at him blankly, before laughing again.
"You're being sarcastic! I can't believe Shouta Aizawa made a joke!"
Finally, he smiled at her, that rare, huge grin of his. He hardly ever smiled like that. It was almost unnatural looking. That was how infrequent his smiles were.
"I suppose I did. But surely you can guess why I want you over?" He leaned forward. For one wild second, Emi thought he was leaning in to kiss her, but instead he moved to the side a bit, and whispered in her ear. "I'm hoping that mouth of yours is good for something other than making bad jokes."
Now she was REALLY pink. No hiding her blush. It was shocking to hear, and uncharacteristically bold of him, but she would be lying is she said she didn't enjoy it, since as long as she had known him, she'd wanted him. It was a strange mixture of love and lust at first sight. She wanted to care for him, and make him laugh, breaking through the cold exterior he so often displayed. Oh, how she longed to be the one to make him smile. But also, she found herself imagining very adult things about him while she was alone, things that left her giggling like a little girl.
"I... You..." Emi stuttured. For once, the poor girl was at a loss for words. She couldn't think of a single joke to make. Truthfully, she thought about using her quirk to make Shouta laugh, if only to break up some of the tension. But she couldn't. Whether it was because he was using his erasure quirk on her, or because she felt like she had an entire hoard of butterflies in her stomach, she wasn't sure.
He sat back in his seat. "If you would like to, of course," he added, his voice taking on a softer tone than before. "I can only assume your declarations of love and interest in marriage towards me were more than just mere jokes. Am I wrong?"
"You..." She cleared her throat. "You aren't wrong."
"Good." He stood up, grabbing his book and pushing the chair he was sitting in back under the table. Even though it was still pouring heavily, he motioned to the door. "Looks like the rain won't be letting up anytime soon. We might as well get going now."
"R-right." Dammit Emi! She cursed at herself inwardly. Quit being so nervous! You've wanted him between your legs for months! This is no time to be a shy little girl!
Emi followed him out the door, pulling her light jacket tighter around her. The rain made the chilly air feel even colder. Shouta walked a little bit ahead of her, eyes down with his hands in his pockets. He didn't talk to her much as they walked, but that was to be expected. The apartment he was staying at wasn't very far away, but the walk seemed to last a million years to Emi. She'd sneak glances at him, and every time she did, she was reminded of what was certainly to come, and she grew impatient for them to get to his home. Every once in a while she would crack a joke, but he wouldn't laugh, so she stopped and finished the walk in silence.
When they finally, finally arrived, after walking a couple flights of stairs, the door shut behind them with a click. Despite Aizawa's tired and bored personality, the apartment wasn't as dreary and bare as Emi had expected. It wasn't exactly well decorated, but it didn't feel like a bare cell either. She half expected to see a few cats roaming the place, but so far, there wasn't any signs of there being any.
"I wouldn't have guessed that you would be such a decorator," Emi teased. "Maybe I should hire you to do my place too." She shrugged off her jacket, ran her fingers though her damp hair, and sat on the couch, giving a little bounce. Admittedly, it was probably a little childish, especially considering that this wasn't hers, but she didn't really care.
"Already making yourself at home, I see," Aizawa said, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. He didn't look too happy, but then, he never did.
"You invited me here, didn't you?" Emi grinned and bounced a little bit again. She pretended to yawn. "That makes me your guest, doesn't it? Come on Shouta, have some hospitality!"
"You really have quite the mouth on you, Joke. And it isn't really that funny." He sounded bored.
"I'm not trying to be funny," she said, widening her eyes to give a look of false innocence. "I sure can be, though! Ever have sex while camping? It's fucking in tents."
He rolled his eyes, but she could tell he was suppressing a smile.
"And," she added, "I told you to call me Emi. Come on, we're friends now, aren't we? Friends don't have to use each other's hero names!"
"Is that what we are, Emi?"
"Sure!" She said cheerfully. "But we could be more if you wanted! I think we should get married."
"Hmm." Shouta uncrossed his arms and made his way to the couch where Emi sat, but didn't sit down. Instead, he looked down at her, his expression impossible to read. "Was that a joke, or a genuine proposition? Because with you, I can never tell."
"Who knows?" She teased. "Maybe I am joking. Wanna find out how I'm feeling about you, Shouta?"
That, apparently, was the right thing to say. He pulled her up from the couch, bringing her face close to his. He was so tall, but normally because of his posture, you couldn't tell. Emi was practically on her toes to be this close to him. Their noses were almost touching, and she could see every detail in his dark eyes.
"I would love to find out just how you feel about me," he said softly. "Fuck, Emi, I want to know how much you want me."
"Maybe you need to find out for yourself, then." In truth, she could hardly wait another second for something, anything, to happen. But teasing Shouta like this almost made the wait worth it. Almost.
He laughed, and then his eyes narrowed. "Unfair. You can't use your quirk on me at a time like this."
"And who says I couldn't?" She grinned. It was short, but he had been distracted enough that she was able to finally hear him laugh. A genuine laugh would have been better, but she would take what she can get. "You have a great laugh. I'd love to hear it more often."
"You don't know how to shut up, do you?"
"Sometimes I so," she said innocently. "I can't talk with my mouth full, now can I?"
His eyes seemed to lighten as he looked at her, and his grip tightened, but not uncomfortably so. It was sort of nice, protective even.
"In that case..." He pulled away from her and gently pushed her down, onto her knees, which she gladly accepted. Her heart started to beat a little quicker, as she noticed the bulge in his pants. It wasn't like Emi hadn't been with other men before, but this was different. This was Shouta Aizawa, the man she had been in love with for months. This was someone she had spent hours daydreaming about and fantasizing about this very situation. Her desires to pleasure this man were coming true, and she loved it. A fire sparked between her legs, and she knew that very soon, she would probably be soaked.
"Not a single joke from you, Emi? I guess this really is how to shut you up," he said in that low, tired voice of his. God, that voice did things to her. "I wonder if you can suck cock as well as you can crack jokes. Because if you can, it's going to be a good night for me."
She bit her lip, hearing him say her name in this situation. Eagerly, she slid his pants down to his mid thigh, desperate to see what he had to offer.
Her eyes widened, surprised. He was big, bigger than she thought he would be. Fuck. Of course he was big; did she expect otherwise? Still, the size caught her a little off guard.
He noticed her surprised expression, and chuckled. "You're staring, Emi. I didn't know I was so much to look at."
She blushed. She had forgotten to get started, since all she could think about was riding his cock, his hands on her hips guiding her up and down. Or feeling him in her while he left marks all over her neck and chest, a reminder of their time together. Fuck.
But she managed to collect herself, and without hesitation, grabbed the base of his cock and licked the tip, eliciting a satisfied sigh from Shouta. He wove his fingers through her hair, encouraging her but not wanting to be too rough. The feeling was, in fact, encouraging, but she decided not to speed up just yet. Instead, she circled the tip, going slowly. She wanted him to savor every second of this, to know that, when she wanted, she could put her mouth to good use. She ran her tongue along the underside of the shaft, which earned her a small moan and a relaxed grip on her hair. The fire between her legs grew stronger as she repeated this action, making Aizawa's reaction grow stronger as well. Once she was sure he was really enjoying himself, she finally started to really suck him off, her lips stretching around his cock as she took him as much as she could.
This got the real reaction out of him. Shouta's fingers twisted around a few locks of Emi's hair, pushing her down further. It was a little more than she could take, but she managed to find her rhythm and keep going, stroking with her hand what she couldn't fit in her mouth.
"F-fuck, Emi, so good," he muttered, eyes closed in bliss. "Fuck, you're so good, just like that Emi, keep going baby..."
She pulled away from him momentarily and looked up at him. "I like when you say my name like that."
"I like having a reason to say it. Fuck, I wish we were doing this a long time ago."
"And I wish I could hear you laugh more." She smiled sweetly, lips glistening with saliva. "Wanna hear a joke, Shouta? I bet I could make you laugh this time."
He narrowed his eyes, and pushed her back down onto him. "No, I don't think so."
Again, it was more than Emi could really handle, and she nearly gagged, but she went slowly for a little while, and so was able to recover fairly quickly. Building herself up to the fast motions was what seemed to really get Shouta going, and the closer he got, the more noise he made. Now he was the one who couldn't shut up.
"Emi, oh fuck, you're so good, taking my cock like this, sucking me so good, fuck, never felt anything this good, that's it Emi, oh fuck-" His moans grew louder and louder as he lost himself, his quiet demeanor slipping away fast. His hips started to move involuntarily and Emi gladly took it. It practically set her body on fire, hearing him lose himself for her. She wanted him so bad then, more than she had ever wanted him before. No, more than wanted him. She NEEDED him, desperate to feel him inside her, desperate for him to cry out her name as he came.
His grip on her hair tightened as he came, forcing her down as deep as she would allow him to go. He didn't let her go right away, but eventually, he pulled back, cum running down the side of her mouth. She swallowed what she could, but wasn't able get it all. Hopefully he would lend her a towel or something to clean her face off with.
He stood there for a few seconds, basking in the post orgasm bliss, before moving to collapse on the couch. She pulled herself up from her knees and sat next to him. His eyes were closed. Emi brushed a lock of hair away from his face.
"You're good at that, Joke," he sighed, after a while. "You've got a talented mouth."
"Call me Emi," she teased. "Do you have a towel?"
"Of course." He stood up, pulling his pants up and zipping them for the time being. "If I get you a towel," he said, heading to the bathroom down the hall, "then you can head into the bedroom. I'll gladly return the favor for you."
Ooh. Return the favor? Now that was exciting. "Don't take too long, darling," she called in an overly affectionate voice. "Say, Shouta, does this mean we're dating now?"
Finally, finally, that earned her a laugh, a genuine one, not the product of her using her quirk. "Alright Emi, I think we are."
She smiled widely. That laugh was something special. Underneath the tired eyes, and the look of disinterest he always seemed to wear, and his apparent "annoyance" with her jokes, he had a laugh that could brighten up the darkest of rooms. It was a shame he didn't do it more often.