For anyone who doesn't know, skinny love means two people who love each other but are too shy or too scared to tell each other.
"F/N L/N, would you please come to the stage?" The booming voice announced over the large ballroom you were sitting in. Your mouth dropped open, and you did a small scream as you pinched your dress so you could stand and walk. You hurried up the steps of the stage and took to beautiful glass award. The emcee smiled at you and shook your hand, congratulating you warmly. "This woman has worked harder than anyone I've ever known. So the company has decided to present her with this award to honor her hard work. It's truly amazing how high of a standard she's set for her fellow employees. Congratulations to the employee of the decade."
You were beaming with confidence as you took your seat. You knew you would get the highly sought-after award, but it still felt good. The company you worked at had an annual banquet to announce awards for the best and brightest employees. You always got something, but this award was the highest honor. It was an untraditional thing for a company to do, but the CEO saw it as a morale booster. This honor also came with a promotion, but you didn't boast that as much as the glass award with gold linings on it. Everyone at your table, close friends and family, smiled and congratulated you. You thanked them and set the award down. Sitting next to you was your longtime friend, Shouta Aizawa. He was more proud than anyone.
He smiled at you and clapped your shoulder happily. "I knew you would get it," he laughed, admiring the way your face beamed with happiness.
"Shut up, no you didn't!" You giggled and hugged him tightly. He gasped at your sudden contact, and gingerly wrapped his arms around you.
"I'm really proud of you," he said into your ear quietly. You smiled and tried not to start crying all over his white shirt.
After that, the ceremony went on slowly. Many people gave long speeches about all the people who helped them get their awards. You were nodding off from boredom, when Shouta tapped on your shoulder, waking you up. "Let's get some fresh air," he said, standing up. He grabbed his suit jacket off the back of his chair and led you out of a side door.
The chilly air hit you like a ton of bricks, and you started shivering immediately. He wrapped his jacket around you, patting your shoulders lightly. "Thanks."
"Jeez, these people are acting like they're getting an Oscar. All those long speeches. Yours was the only one that was a big deal," he sighed, looking at the dark sky.
"Oh, I think it's sweet. At least no one's boasting or anything," you countered. He nodded slightly, considering your point of view. You stood close to him, and stared up at his face. You always knew he was handsome, and the way the light illuminated his face made it even more apparent. You smiled and looked at the ground, feeling lucky to have him by your side.
"I still think you should have given a speech," he said. You rolled your eyes and sighed.
"That again? You know how I feel about public speaking. Plus, there's not too many people to thank, besides..." you stopped before you said 'you.' He held his breath, waiting for you to finish. "Anyway, thank you for coming tonight. I know you're probably busy and all," you said. He shook his head and smirked a little.
"Nah, it's fine. It's good to be around adults for once. I'm worried I'm gonna turn into a teenager before soon," he chuckled.
"Shouta, that's not even possible. Even when you were a teenager, you still didn't act like one," you observed. He nodded and looked down at you.
"These kids really are getting to me. But again, don't worry about it." You both turned your faces back towards the street in front of you. The ground was wet from the rain earlier that day, and tiny puddles found their way to any low point. The whole ground shimmered.
"I see you even cleaned up a little for this," you observed. His hair was half up in a bun and his face was clean-shaven. He wore a white button-up shirt and black slacks. You smiled at him, taking in the moment. He would probably never clean up like this again.
"Yeah, yeah, well you look pretty good too," he said. You blushed slightly and looked down at your shoes. You were wearing a long, blue, shimmery dress with a slit up the leg. Your black heels shone in the streetlight. You even did your hair and makeup for this occasion, your eyeshadow matching your dress perfectly. Good? More like amazing, he thought. He didn't want to admit anything unless he was sure you felt the same way. He didn't want to ruin your friendship with him. You were his closest friend, and he couldn't bear to lose you over a few of his silly feelings. His work friends constantly pushed him to confess, but he was too scared to. He loved you as more than a friend, a result of years of time spend with you. If he had only known you felt the same way, he would have confessed long ago.
Doors opened behind you, and you were called back inside by another friend. "They're starting the closing ceremonies, y/n." She said. She looked at Aizawa suspiciously. "Shouta." He nodded at her and followed you inside to the warm building. "What did you go out there for?" She asked you quietly.
"We just went out there for some fresh air," you mumbled, sitting down. Aizawa took his seat next to you.
"Fresh air, eh? Why so long out there?" She asked. Your friend had a general distaste for any man in your life. You shrugged your shoulders as a response, trying to ignore how critical she was of him.
Before long, the ceremony was over and people were heading home. Your friends wanted to take you out drinking to celebrate, but you declined. "What's wrong?" A friend asked you. "You always come out with us."
"I just want to go home," you explained. You had much to think about. With this award, you were basically expected to stay at this company your whole life and progress through the corporate ladder. Even though you were young, you still were put in charge of many people. It was a huge stress and you had to consider your future. Just as you were thinking of this, your train of thought was interrupted.
"Are you alright?" Shouta asked. Most of your friends had already said goodbye and you were left with only him left. You were standing in a hallway in the ceremony building. He leaned against the wall next to you, hands in his pockets.
His voice made something fall into place in your head. Your future. Aizawa. Future. Aizawa. You looked up at him and laughed lightly. "Heh. Yeah, I'm okay." He nodded and started to walk towards the door, motioning for you to walk with him.
Once you got out onto the street, he said, "Do you need me to call you a cab?"
"Can you take me home?" You asked. He hesitated a moment, trying to figure out why you would need him to take you home.
"Sure," he finally said. He started to call a taxi, but you stopped him.
"I should have been more specific. Walk me home." He nodded and started walking along side you. You could feel his warmth emanating off of his body. He was close enough to touch, yet you couldn't gather the courage to tell him anything. There was so much you wanted to admit, things you needed to admit, but it all was too scary. You swallowed your pride and said, "I've been thinking a lot about my future, Shouta. Do you think you'll be in it?"
"Well it's not completely up to me whether I'm in your future or not. Do you want me in your future?" He asked. More than you know, you thought.
"I mean, yes. I do see you in my future. You've always been my friend. You're really important to me," you admitted. I love you, you thought.
"You're important to me too," he said, smiling slightly. Tell him, you thought.
"I want to be with you, Shouta." His brain broke for a second when he heard that.
"What?" He murmured. "Be with me?"
"I love you, Shouta." He stopped walking, trying to process what he just heard. Your heart pounded in your chest, waiting for his reply. Anyone with eyes could tell that this thing between you two was more than just platonic. But to the people in this relationship, you couldn't, or rather wouldn't see it. You were too scared of rejection to try anything.
"I-uh," he stuttered. His dreams had come true. But he didn't know what to say. He was left speechless.
"I'm sorry, you probably don't feel the way I do. I just can't go on another day without telling you," you apologized.
"I love you too." You smiled widely and looked up at him. He gazed into your eyes and his lips formed a smile. A genuine one this time. His hands wrapped around yours and squeezed them tightly. "I can't believe you love me."
"I can't believe you love me!" You laughed. He chuckled along with you, and pulled you into an embrace. His mind was still trying to figure this out. He finally realized why he met you. He never thought he could be with you, so seeing you with all these presumably unreciprocated feelings was painful for him. But all of his doubts were gone. He was loved by the person he idolized all of these years. To him, you were his hero.
"Let's go," you giggled.
"Go where?" He said, following behind you. You led him by the hand.
"Our first night out together. Not as friends. Just trust me," you explained giddily. You found a nearby hotel and bought yourself a room for one night. Aizawa's heart raced in his chest. A hotel? What is she thinking? You led him up the stairs, running up step by step.
You found your room and unlocked it with your card you pulled him in by his tie, and slammed the door shut behind you. You didn't even bother to turn on the lights, the moonlight illuminated the room enough for your liking. You held onto his tie and faced him, your bodies touching. You gazed into each other's eyes for a moment, before you crashed your lips into his for the very first time. His arms fell to the small of your back, pulling you into him. You parted for a moment, then went back to kissing him. His fingertips ran up and down your back delicately, sending shivers down your spine. You backed up for a moment, arms around his neck, and stared at his face. Your thumb trailed along his jagged scar and over his lips. He kissed your lips again, holding his breath anxiously. He kissed down to your jaw and lower to your neck, sucking on your sensitive spot. You moaned his name softly, whispering, "oh, Shouta," lovingly. The moment you had always wanted was here. It was more than you anticipated and more than you could handle.
He backed up to take off his tie and shirt. You followed suit, removing his jacket and your dress. You were left wearing black panties and a matching bra. He admired your body for a moment, touching your silhouette and calling you beautiful. You kissed his jaw gently, hungry for more of his touch. You pulled down your hair so he could run his fingers through it.
He brushed your cheek with his hand softly, cherishing the feeling of your soft skin. He was beyond happy. His hand trailed down to your breast, cupping it gently. His other hand rested on your butt, somewhat hovering because he was still too frightened to touch you. He wanted to respect you and tear all of your clothes off at the same time. His hand trailed down your waist with a feather-like touch, and you practically shuddered out loud. Both of his hands were on your ass now, and he pulled you into him aggressively, kissing you once more. Your hands ran up and down his back, tracing all of his muscles and scars.
His hand reached under your panties and teased your clit, kissing your jaw while doing so. You moaned softly, accepting this outcome of the evening. Never in a million years would you think that you would be here right now, but here you were. You fell backwards onto the bed with him on top of you. He crept back so his face was between your legs, and he slowly pulled off your panties. He kissed your inner thigh several times, teasing you and sending you wild. He kissed your pussy lightly, then licked the whole thing. He rubbed circles around your clit with his middle finger lightly, causing you to gasp in pleasure. He put his mouth on you, sucking and licking slowly. He pushed a finger into your hole and curled it upwards. You lurched upwards, barely being able to contain yourself, but he pushed you back down with his free arm. He held you down while he continued to pleasure you. All you could do was lay there and moan.
He sped up his pace a little, knowing you would come soon. "Ahh-fuck Shouta, don't stop," you whispered breathlessly. You were already so close to coming, and he wouldn't relent. You felt your brain and body go numb; you came intensely. You moaned loudly and your legs trembled. You eventually came down for your high as he crawled up on top of you, kissing your neck.
"I love you," he whispered in your ear, tucking your hair behind your ear. You rolled over on top of him and sat on his pelvis, taking off your bra. His hands ran up and down your skin before landing on your breast, rolling his thumb over your nipple lightly. He sat up so his face was close to yours and sucked gently on your nipple. You cradled his head in your arms, his raven-colored hair tickling your skin. You felt a prod underneath you, sticking up from his pants. You ground you pussy down on the front of his pants, eliciting a low moan from him. You sat up and pulled off his pants, revealing his hard cock.
You took him in your hand and stroked him a few times before sitting on his cock, taking him in you fully. You moaned softly, in unison with him. You kissed his lips hungrily as you started bouncing up and down on his member. His big hands held your back and guided you up and down. His hair was starting to fall loose from his bun and his face was sweating. You sucked on his neck in several different places, feeling the vibration of his moans beneath your lips. He hugged you closer, the feeling of you in his arms almost more stimulating than the sex itself. He whispered sweet nothings into the air, feeling himself coming close.
He flipped you onto your back and started thrusting faster. One of his hands played with your breast and the other held your leg in place so he could get a better angle. "God, I'm close, y/n," he grunted while he still had the ability to speak. His thrusts grew sloppy and his face contorted as you started to feel yourself coming close too. You rubbed your clit as he pushed himself to hold on as long as possible. He bit his bottom lip and thrusted hard as he came. He moaned your name and shuddered as he gave a few more hard thrusts, finalizing the process. He rubbed your clit, helping you to finish for the second time that night. Once you came again, he fell down next to you on the perfect white bedding and sighed happily. He pulled you into his arms and kissed your lips. He looked into your eyes and smiled, causing you to smile as well.
"You should have told me long ago," you said.
"I know," he admitted.
Before long, you were both asleep, dreaming about each other innocently.
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Hey y'all, thank you so much for reading. That one was suuuper long, sorry about that.
Please leave suggestions for future stories!
-Liv💙
