Akari was a decently confident hero. She could use her quirk with precision and take down most criminals. She was able to face interviews in the past with minimal embarrassment, despite her terrible people skills. However, when it came to romance, she was less than sure of herself.
This might have been a problem with anyone else, but not Aizawa. He paid very little attention to the horribly awkward way that she tried to help him undress. The woman's red-painted nails trailed up his chest as she attempted to take off his shirt, forcing him to inhale sharply at the sensation.
Did I scratch him? Preparing to apologize, she found his fingers threading into her hair and pulling her down swiftly. His mouth covered hers as Akari's pulse quickened and she realized that he had liked the feeling of her nails dragging lightly over his skin.
She decided to try it again, delicately letting the edge of her nails skim over the man's chest. His free hand went to her hip, fingers digging into the waist of her shorts and pulling. Akari carefully drew away from the kiss, face flushed a vibrant shade of pink. He flipped their position so she was on her back on the bed with him on top.
The dark-haired hero began to tug at her shorts again, but paused to lift his gaze to hers. The man's eyes were only half-open, clearly fatigued despite his eagerness for what he was about to do. "Akahana, you want this?" he inquired, making sure that she did indeed feel the same way about him.
Fearful that she might chicken out if she spoke, Akari simply bit her lower lip and gave him a nod. The dark fabric slid down her legs, dragging her panties along with them. Akari sat up, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him to her again. This time, she decided to be bold. Her lips crashed against his and she closed her eyes, reveling in the warmth of his body.
Aizawa let her have control for a moment before gripping her shoulder to push her back down. The redhead was panting, staring up at him with cerulean eyes that were clouded with lust. His hands dipped beneath the hem of her tank top and traced up her sides, dragging the fabric of her shirt with him. Akari's pale chest was exposed to him now, her head turning to the side as she bit her lip.
He was about to lean down to her again when he felt warm, slender fingers dig into the waist of his pants. A light pull made him smirk and he fulfilled her silent request, slipping out of them and settling beneath her plush black blanket with her beneath him.
Akari wanted to tell him how she really felt. How she had liked him in high school and how her feelings for him were even greater now. Unfortunately, she was not given the opportunity. A soft moan was drawn from her as lips latched onto the side of her neck and her hips lifted off of the mattress. "Sh-Shouta!"
A hand went to her chest, the man's thumb skimming over a rosy bud as he felt her buck against him. His facial hair scraped gently over the side of her neck as he moved up to her ear. Warm breath fanned over her pale skin and he heard her whimper his name. "You want this?" he asked again, a hand settling on her hip. His fingertips gently kneaded at her flesh, causing her to bit her lip harder.
"I-I want this!" she replied, desperation in her voice. Akari felt the heat of his fingers glide over her skin, tracing from her hip to her inner thigh. His hand inched higher at an agonizing rate until she finally felt his fingertips against her warm, sensitive skin. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling his chest tightly to hers. The feeling of his toned, well-built body caging hers against the bed made her heart beat faster than she could ever remember it beating before.
"Relax," he murmured, burying his face in her crimson hair. Aizawa felt the tension in her body decrease gradually and finally eased a knee between her legs. His fingers carefully moved along her warmth, drawing quiet sounds of pleasure from her. When two fingers slipped in, he felt her arms tighten around him and he again told her to relax. "You want it to hurt?" he growled in her ear.
"No, but…I'm nervous."
"Just relax." He could feel the warmth of her breath against the side of his neck as he slid the digits in deeper, down to the last knuckle. The man held still, letting her adjust. She was panting again, but managed to keep her body lax beneath his. He pumped his fingers in and out a few times, feeling them quickly become slick and warm with her essence. When he was satisfied that she was ready, he drew his hand away and gripped both of her wrists.
Akari stared up at him, embarrassed and nervous. It had been a while since she had done something like this. Just relax, she reminded herself. A hand went beneath her left knee and her leg was lifted around his waist. His mouth was half-curved into a smirk, his dark, messy hair falling around his face as he leaned in close to her. As their lips met, she felt his hips thrust forward and the sensation of fullness made her tightly close her eyes.
Aizawa remained this way for a moment, feeling her struggle to try to free her hands from his grip. He tightened his hold and made a move to distract her from freeing her arms. His tongue ran along her lower lip, coaxing her to allow him entrance to her mouth. When she finally conceded, he winced. The kiss tasted strongly of mint tea now. Not unpleasant, but unexpected.
She felt him draw back a little before pressing forward again. The man groaned in response to her tight muscles, the sound muffled against her mouth. He repeated the movement again, slowly working to help her adjust. When he released her wrists in favor of holding her hips, Akari immediately put her arms around him. The man started to go a little faster, falling into a rhythm that made her see stars. The euphoria from his actions was like tiny bubbles forming in her veins, making her pulse pound and her nails sink shallowly into his back.
A ball of tension was starting to form in her lower abdomen as his hips thrust into hers a bit rougher. The grip on her waist tightened as he broke the kiss and buried his face in the side of her neck. Akari's eyes snapped open wide as she felt teeth scrape over her skin. When he bit down, gently, she gasped and arched her back. "Shouta~"
"Quiet; you don't want your neighbors to hear, do you?" he taunted, licking along the bite he had left.
"Nn~" She closed her eyes again as he leaned back slightly so he could look down at her. Akari turned her head to the side, crossing an arm over her face to try to hide the red flush of her cheeks. Why does he have to look at me like that? When he looks at me like that…with that sexy smirk…The tension in her abdomen was growing quickly now, feeling him hit deeper into her core.
Without a word, he gripped her wrist and pinned it against the pillow so it was over her head. "Don't hide from me," he growled in warning.
Her back arched when he hit a particular spot and she saw his smirk grow. Aizawa leaned down, releasing her wrist in favor of wrapping both arms around her. Keeping her pressed against his chest, he was glad that she kept her leg around his waist. In this position, he could push in deep with minimal effort.
Small moans and whimpers escaped her as he hammered into her, arms wrapped around the man and sinking her nails into his back again. Each movement caused her chest to rub against his, heightening the pleasure that was building in her core. As she felt his teeth on her neck, delivering a careful bite, she reached her peak and her muscles tightened around him. Nails dragged down his back, leaving deep red lines in their wake, and her back arched to meet his hips.
The dark-haired hero smirked against her skin and pressed a kiss over his bite. Quickening his pace, he was now determined to reach his own peak. He had been on the verge of it for a little while, but had fought it so he could try to bring her to hers first. As it approached, he leaned back so he look at her.
The woman's face was still a bright shade of pink, her eyes half-closed and lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. When her gaze met his and he heard his name leave her, he felt the climax hit. His hips drew back from hers, spilling himself onto the black pair of shorts that had been tangled in the sheets earlier.
Akari disliked the abrupt feeling of emptiness, but when she saw his expression as he found his peak, she felt that emptiness replaced with something else. A different kind of euphoria than before. He collapsed next to her on the bed, catching his breath and watching her from the corner of his eye.
She moved close against his side and was glad when his arm wrapped around her. A hand lifted and Akari trailed her fingers through his long, dark hair. Aizawa's eyes closed and his breathing gradually evened out. "Thanks for your help," she teased, unable to stop a grin from growing on her face.
One eye opened and he growled. The man pinned her onto her back again, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You want to go again?"
The woman stared up at him for a moment and blinked, her grin spreading. "I'm…actually pretty tired," she confessed.
"Good." He turned her onto her side so she faced away from him and wrapped his arms around her so she was pressed against his chest. "Go to sleep."
Akari closed her eyes and tried to enjoy the warmth of his body. It should have been easy, but a thought was bothering her. So are we together now or was this just to help me sleep?
That night, Akari slept better than she had since becoming a hero. When she woke up, however, she found that she was alone in the bed. She frowned to herself and ran a hand through her thick, crimson hair. "Shouta?" she called softly. There was no answer. She decided to just forget about it and get ready for work.
Waking alone in the apartment was disheartening, but she was glad that she had at least gotten a very good night's sleep. She grabbed a can of her energy drink, just in case fatigue hit later, and set off for the school. It probably didn't mean anything to him anyway, she told herself. Why should it? We're not dating. I said that I like him, but I was sleep-deprived so I doubt that he believed me. And it's not like he said that he likes me back.
"Good morning, Akari, baby! Huh?!" Yamada greeted her with puzzlement when she got to her desk in the teachers' room. Leaning in really close, he lowered his sunglasses and peered at her face. "Wow, babe! You look like you actually slept last night!"
Her face turned pink and she turned her head to the side. "I just…found a good sleep aid," she mumbled. Setting the energy drink on her desk, she sat down to begin going over her schedule for the day. Akari was unable to help glancing over at Aizawa's desk, only to be disappointed to find him gone. She began to slouch and reached for the energy drink out of habit.
Before her fingers could close around the can, it was lifted from her desk and tossed into the trash by Aizawa. "We're cleaning out your fridge after work."