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He chuckled darkly while smirking down at you. He leaned into you, but you stood tall and expressionless, seemingly unaffected by the yellow glow of his eyes. Aizawa fought to keep his face nonchalant. Why did nothing about him bother you? Usually everything about him bothered everyone. From his cat like movements, to always pouncing from the shadows, to his aloof and cunning personality combined with his wide grins.

You, however, never lost that blank scowl no matter how many times he terrorized the town during your patrols, captured you on more than one occasion, or even did something as mildly irritating as steal whatever you held in your hands while walking down the street. 

He fixated on you a few years ago primarily because you foiled his plans to capture one of All Might's pupils and deliver him to the League. After how unmoved you were by the torture All for One put you through for being Quirkless and overpowering his best people, Eraserhead might have had a feeling that he thought died long ago reawaken in him.

He might have snuck food and water to you and cleaned you up as best he could every day. He might have made a call to U.A. giving your whereabouts. He might have helped you escape undetected due to all the commotion the Pros caused busting in. Then he might have stayed every night you were in the hospital. 

You were discharged during the day, so he didn't get to say goodbye. Not that he wanted to; it's why he did petty, ridiculous crimes around you. He couldn't be with you since you were a hero and he had too big a bounty on his head to be anything but a villain, but he just couldn't let you go either.

"Hey, wake up," you grunted while shaking him, "I didn't give you that much sedative."

"Drugging an innocent civilian?" he sneered, "That's not very fitting for a hero."

"Shut up, you're nowhere near innocent, Eraserhead."

"Oh and you are? I was minding my own business, sitting on my roof and next thing I know, I'm chained to a ceiling pipe in your basement."

He pulled at his handcuffs to highlight his point. You rolled your eyes and tightened his restraints. Aizawa gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to push against you when your chest brushed against him. He'd been resisting a lot of urges around you for a while. 

"I saw you eyeing the pet store and I know about the cat shelter you run out of your apartment," you sighed, "Don't play dumb; it doesn't become you."

You glared at him while pulling up a chair in front of him. Aizawa blushed and scowled. How many times had he dreamt of looking down at like this? Of course, it was always under different circumstances. Neither of you being fully clothed for instance. He shook his head willing the bottom half of his body to not make whatever small connection he had with you on a daily basis awkward. 

"Why did you kidnap me, (Y/H/N)?" he smirked, "Was it to get information? Because it's going to take a lot more than this."

"I don't need you to know what's going on with the League, Aizawa."

Eraserhead's grin faded a bit. Your smile grew. Wait. When did you start emoting? He blinked and really looked at you. You weren't dressed in your hero outfit. In fact, he noticed you were barely dressed at all. You looked like you just woke up and threw an oversized shirt on. If he got out of these cuffs, which he could have by now if he wanted to, you didn't appear ready to put up a fight. What confused him the most, however, was your face. Just a moment ago, he could barely get a read on you, now you smiled at him like he put the stars in the sky.

"This obviously isn't how I wanted to propose this, but you know we have people watching us ever since you helped me escape," you explained, "But I never got to properly thank you for that."

You glanced at his crotch to make your point. Aizawa felt his blood rush down. 

"I handcuffed you because I did plan on questioning you, but not about the League. I wanted to know why me? There were countless people tortured to death by Douche for One, why did you save me?"

Aizawa felt a punch to his conscience and looked at the floor. All for One took him in when he gave up on becoming a Pro through U.A.. All for One helped him hone his skills and learn to use his Erasure in combat. All for One sheltered him and clothed him after he ran away from his former life. He really didn't want to bite the hand that fed him, especially when that hand could take his Quirk and snap his neck in one move.

But then you came along. A foreigner, Quirkless, relatively young Pro Hero. You were skilled and intelligent, there was no denying that. The only reason you allowed yourself to be caught was the save the angsty blond boy he was charged with kidnapping. 

You showed him the life he could've had, if he hadn't given up on himself. He couldn't let that light be snuffed out by someone like All for One.

"You don't have to answer. It doesn't matter now. I'm going to let you loose, but tell me, was I reading you wrong? 

I thought from the way you always look at me you wanted me, but if this isn't what you want-."

"Shota," he blurted out, "My name is Shota."

"(Y/N)," you smiled hopefully.

Aizawa felt the warm feeling in his chest he always had around you grow as he repeated your name. Maybe there was a chance with you…

"Wait, don't take them off," he smirked and blushed as your face became only an inch away from his, "I am flattered that you wanted me to yourself so badly and I do want to give the bugs I'm sure the League has in your bedroom a rough fight…"

He ground his hips against yours and you let out gasp. Aizawa clenched his fists to keep himself from ripping your pipe down to free up his hands and continued his statement of consent.

"But you haven't thanked me for saving you. Shouldn't such an act of selfless heroism be rewarded?"

All at once, your shy expression disappeared and your usual coldness made a reappearance. You got off your toes and pulled him down to your level by his shirt collar before starting to unbutton it. He wished he could say he wasn't turned on right now.

"Don't misunderstand, Eraserhead, I'll still kick your ass if it means saving actual innocents.

But every once in a while we could have a sleepover…"

Your lips met his and any regrets he had about his life decisions vanished. His only wish is that this could've happened sooner. 

He slipped his tongue between your lips and felt a sharp shot of arousal to his crotch when one of your hands dug into the back of his head to push him closer and the other ran down his chest to unbutton his pants. 

He wasn't ashamed to admit that his knees buckled a bit when your soft hand wrapped around his base and up his shaft to his head with your thumb. Or that you could make him do whatever you wanted with one look of your sharp dark eyes.

"Already so hard," you smiled against his lips, "What do you want, Shota?"

"You, (Y/N), damnit," he growled, "It's been a while, so just fuck me. We have plenty of time to take slow later."

A curious look came over your face and you searched his eyes before nodding. 

"Fuck, (Y/N)...you're even better than I imagined," he sighed as you wrapped your legs around his hips and sunk down on him.

You were so tight and warm; he couldn't wait until he didn't have to imagine how much better it would feel to have you properly aroused before fucking you into everything in your house. 

"Mmmm...Shota...you feel so good...so damn good…" you gasped between grinds. 

Aizawa chuckled and brushed his lips against yours again. The feeling was mutual, of course, but watching you fall apart while clinging to him was something else entirely.

"I don't want every once in a while, kitty, I want whenever we feel like it."

You buried your face in his shoulder at the nickname he usually teased you with.

"Shota if they find us out, they'll lock us both up."

"(Y/N)...after all the time I've spent harassing just you and all the times you claimed to have been overpowered by me, don't you think someone would have arrested me and buried you by now if they wanted to?"

You held him tighter and, Aizawa, laid his head on yours in thought. 

"You're not the only Pro I trust enough to know my name, (Y/N)," he admitted, "I can't say that it's entirely risk free, but could we at leastmmm...oh yes, kitty...fuck me just like that…."

You started bouncing on his cock again and he quietly used the Bobby pin he keeps in hair for situations a little less sexier than this to unlock his cuffs. If you were surprised when his hands wrapped around your thighs you didn't show it. You just rolled your eyes and let him take over.

Even after coming down from your respective highs, he didn't let go of you. He'd waited too long to have you like this to end the moment this soon.

"Shota I thought you said we have plenty of time?" you teased when you realized why he didn't pull out yet. 

"So I did."

You pecked his lips and he let you down only to slap your cuffs around your wrists. He smirked while pulling up his pants and grabbing you by the arm. 

"Eraserhead what the fuck-!"

"Time for later, kitty."