writeiolite the writer
Being around Aizawa Shouta may have been getting to you. You were always the type to coin yourself as upbeat to some degree — you didn't necessarily hate the world and you never got tired of your daily adventures to and from work or the grocery store or the gym or... anywhere. Popping out of bed early to start off your day was probably your signature and all your friends confirmed it.
But now? You're stuck in bed not just because of the arm around your waist but also because of the bags under your eyes, the weight on your pelvis, and the heavy feeling of your limbs. As if the whole world is against you, his bed feels especially comfortable today. A few minutes more wouldn't hurt if you push your schedule forward by 14 minutes or so.
The arm on your waist shifts with a groan and a petal-soft sigh, the quiet moment ending with your back being pulled flushed against a familiar bare chest. One that you shamelessly spent a lot of time memorizing the night before, and you don't regret it one bit.
Yes, you do! It's because you two got carried away that you're so tired today and every other day and-
"Awake?"
"Yeah."
"Go back to sleep."
You don't say anything in response, your body already feeling tempted to listen to his instructions like the countless times before. But then you know there would be no getting up. He may not have to work on the weekends, but that doesn't mean you're free to do whatever you want.
Rather than speak, you attempt to slide out of the sheets without rousing your partner and the achy feeling between your legs and up your thighs and oof... No.
Unreliable, your legs are, when you wobble to the side and plop back onto the plush bed with a huff. Even then, you have to lift your feet to alleviate the soreness! You may not remember all of the previous night, but you thought you'd at least remember exactly what part caused the deterioration of your body.
"Where are you going?" he asks through a groan, and you watch over your shoulder with a twitching eyebrow as he makes no move to get up with you. You can't tell if you're irritated he isn't joining you or jealous of him. There's a good chance it's both, especially because you almost want to have round two in the shower.
"I have to get ready for the day," you huff, looking at him expectantly.
Again, he doesn't move. "Good luck then."
"Dick."
"Is that the best you've got?"
You can see the regret flash in his eyes during his last few moments hidden beneath the sheets. Of everyone you know, he should've at least known better than to challenge you. Before he can react, you've ripped the sheets away from his nude body, letting the cold air in the room do the rest of your dirty work while curses spill from his lips. Even as he tugs on the blankets, you tug right back, your cheery laughter the polar opposite of the scowl on his face.
"Now you've done it, princess," he grits out, tugging one last time just so you can tug back. And when you do, he lets go, causing you to fall back onto the mattress with the blankets and him over you.
You don't even remember your world shifting, but when your laughter dies down and your eyes open all the way, your wrists are pinned down and your friend is on top of you with his bun a little bit frazzled. A tiny struggle from your end but he only tightens his grip, his arms tensing just enough to make more than one part of you submit. And when he leans down, his breath against your ear raises goosebumps across your bare chest.
"Why don't you just sit there and look pretty," he whispers lowly, his length grinding against your stomach.
You gulp.
"But-"
"Shh..." His lips, just as soft as they were last night, trace down the shell of your ear, your jaw, and pause only to leave faint kisses across his favorite spots. "That wasn't a suggestion."
That does it for you. Work, your sore muscles, and tired eyes will have to wait. This is the one thing you both love to wake up early for.
