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nasty-quillz · 2 years

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tags: dirty talk, cum play. daddy kink, spitting,

Summary: You just wanted to clean up after work, but then Kurogiri caught you. And Tomura walked in to an unexpected sight at the bar.

a/n: this is not beta'd and I'm so sorry. I was settling in to my writing so this might be bad

You writhed in his arms as he sunk his dick into you over and over. Kurogiri’s grip tightens on your thighs as you throw your head back on his shoulder and wail.

The sloppy sound of him plundering your already messy pussy drove you wild and distracted you from the sound of someone walking down the stairs.

“Really Kurogiri, behind the bar? We have meetings here.”

Your head snaps up to meet the red eyes of Tomura Shigaraki.

You whine in the back of your throat. “Shiggy~” You whine as try to bounce yourself on Kurogiri’s dick

Tomura watches as Kurogiri fucks you. He stares at your bare bottom half and the expanse of brown beautiful flesh that was on display.

He can clearly see cum being dragged out of you by the older villain’s dick.

“Damn Kurogiri, you’ve made such a mess”

The young man walked around the side of the bar to get a closer look at you.

You whimper as the man’s hand covered face gets closer to your pussy, where Kurogiri’s dick is hammering away at your walls.

“Oh no, Tomura Shigaraki. This was not my doing. Y/F/N Y/L/N let Shouta and Hizashi wreck he pussy at work today.” Smoky hands squeezed fat thighs tighter as he grunted. “She tried to hurry to her room, but i portalled her to me.”

You fought to keep your voice in check, as the two men talked as though you weren’t even there. The notion that you didn’t even warrant their acknowledgement as if one wasn’t deep in your guts at that very moment, made you clenched around the older man’s dick.

“Please, please let me come. I’ll be good, I promise I’ll be good, Daddy-!”

You’re cut off by a four fingered smack against your clit. The breathy gasping wail it draws from you is cut off by Tomura grasping your throat.

“Show some damn manners, we’re having a conversation.”

Kurogiri grunted in thanks, before continuing. “I warped Y/F/N Y/L/N to me and in her disorientation, she knocked over the tumblers. So I made her Pick. Them. Up.”

His stroke slowed, punctuating each word with a harsh roll of his hips. “She bent over and her skirt rode up and I could see her abused cunt dripping with come.”

The Mist Villain was going at a slow grind now, as he rutted into you.

You look down where you’re joined with the older man.

The Mist villain moves at a slow grind, as he ruts into you. You looked down at where your bodies are joined and felt your walls clench at the sight of the thick purple and black mass filling you over and over.

His dick was covered in the come Shouta and Hizashi had humped you full of, earlier that day, as well as your own viscous juices.

“Daddy, it’s n-not like that.” You pant out. You try and focus on your words as the man slowly fucks into and out of you, “They wanted to leave you a surprise present. S-Shouta asked me for help and I-I couldn’t say no, Daddy. So I let them...I let them...I.”

Your face grew increasingly embarrassed as you attempted to get the words out, looking anywhere, except Tomura and Kurogiri. You even try hiding your face by turning it into his shoulder.

That is until, rough fingers grasps your chin and turns your head, so deep brown eyes lock with crimson, through the fingers of a large disembodied hand.

“You let them breed that pussy, Baby?” Tomura cooed sweetly at you. “Let them hump your cunt sloppy, until they put hot sticky load after load in that nasty hole, and then sent you on your way to their husband?” His voice turned cruel and mocking now. “Mmph maybe they thought you might as well have the whole set? What do you think, Kurogiri?”

The Nomu hybrid hummed. “Sounds exactly like the filth that would spew from Hizashi’s mouth whilst he’s ball deep in Shouta, though I cannot say I find myself minding what they’ve done, Tomura Shigaraki.”

The fact that they talked about you as if you weren’t there, made the heat in the pit of your stomach.You were approaching the edge and the more the men around you, treated you as if you were just a ting for their perverse use, made that much closer to cresting over into blissful euphoria.

You focused on the fat press of the smoky dick splitting the wet lips of your pussy apart, and let yourself mindlessly enjoy it all.

Kurogir revelled in the feeling of your increasingly sloppy pussy. It was fever hot and so gushy, it sounded gooey as he fucked you. His lest misty hands hold, tighten on brown thighs as he spoke. “Is that what happened, Darling girl? My husbands convinced you to let them creampie this immaculate pussy, just so you could come home and I could see it. So I could find their spend pressed deep inside you and rut into their sloppy seconds? Is that what happened, Sweetheart?”

The sound you let out is almost sub vocal, clawing out your throat as a whine. The accuracy of his words made shame wash over you, exciting you more. The way he spoke was as if he knew you couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop yourself from letting two of your colleagues stuff you full during work hours, over and over again. Like you were a dumb useless whore, as soon as someone got you wet.

You groan at the memory, clenching around the hybrid's length. A thumb pressing passed your lips brought your attention back to the man in front of you.

Tomura pushed down on your tongue with his thumb, pressing your jaw open and staring into your eyes. You answered around his thumb. “Thes Addy.”

He snorted. “Tch. And just where did you let them breed that messy cunt, (Y/N)? It couldn’t have been in Eraser head’s classroom. He’d never taint the safe haven meant for his precious students, and Present Mic’s room is never empty. So where’d you let them breed you, (Y/N)?”

His fingers get tighter, pinky still sticking out. Kurogiri drags his name out of you. “Tomura, please!” The black clad young man sighs as he stands up straight. His left hand comes up to his face to remove Father and you watch as he’s placed on the bar, before you he steps back into your space.

He’s standing directly between where Kurogiri has your legs spread.. His face inched closer to yours as he stared into lust hazed brown eyes. “You keep begging, isn’t Kurogiri enough for you?” He glances down to where his caretaker is drilling in and out of you. “Wow, you’re really stretching her out, ‘Giri. You’d think she’d be grateful.”

Before you could process his words to respond, a hand swift came up in a four fingered spank, across your clit repeatedly. Tomura allows his thumb to gently graze up and down your sensitive bud. The contrast of pain and pleasure had you twitch violently in Kurogiri’s arms. “Aren’t you grateful for your Daddy, (Y/N)?”

The rough pad of his thumb is sending heat arcing through you. The pleasure of it mixed with Kurogiri still thrusting deep into your core and the residual pain from Tomura’s clit spanking causing you to clench around the villainous cock inside you. You moan breathily, trying to focus on speaking. “I-,I a-am-ugh! Grateful- oh Daddy. So grateful Daddy!”

The desperation seems to urge Kurogiri’s hips as his stroke becomes more aggressive. His deep voice resonates in your ear. “I’m not the one you need to convince.” You felt a tongue lick the shell of your ear. “Tomura Shigaraki is.”

You focused the best you could on his word, but the way the older man’s dick speared into you was entirely too good. You fought to not let your eyes roll to the back of your head, as you gathered your wits about you.

Meeting Tomura’s eyes, you reach out to grab his hand, as your other hand reaches up to grab the back of his neck and pull his lips to yours. The hot tangle your tongues created a pleasurable thrill. You pulled him tighter to you, soft plump lips pressing against chapped ones, drew a ragged moan from the former villain.

His hand in yours, squeezed, pinky up. Your eyes slipped open to see his brow pinched in concentration, as he focused on not hurting you. You let your eyes fall shut, while you squeeze his hand in turn, before guiding it to cup your breast.

You pull away from him panting, a single strand of saliva connecting your mouths. Your manicured acrylics play with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Tomura please.” You begged the young man. “I’m grateful, so fucking grateful to take Daddy’s dick.” His groaned, letting his forehead fall on your shoulder. You maneuver so your lips rest against the shell of his left ear. “So happy he’ll finish filling my cunt with his sticky hot come.” Kurogiri’ hips rotate causing him to drag across that spot inside you, making you groan. “So grateful , fucking love Daddy’s dick, Tomu. Pleas-fuck!” Your voice goes breathy in his ear.

Kurogiri was roughly bouncing you up and down his hard cock, getting off on you begging Tomura. He watched as Tomura’s head pulled back from your shoulder to look at you. “Fuck (Y/N) , you’re such a pretty slut.” His left hand, still resting on your titty, caresses your nipple through your shirt. His thumb nail drags across your nipple, causing your breath to hitch. He did it again loving how it made you that much more needy, and groaned.

He loved your tittes. Loved watching them bounce at his caretaker’s rough treatment, while he played away. Was barely able to wait to get his hands on them and now that he had, he had plans.

He wanted to know what you looked like with your tits in his mouth and Kurogiri’s dick inside your cunt.

And he would have it.

He moved his hand to lay all five fingers on your blouse, when Kurogiri spoke.

“Don’t even think about it, Tomura Shigaraki.” Red eyes looked into opaque yellow. “You need to get to her tits, do it the old fashioned way. I just bought her that blouse.”

Growling in irritation, he takes to unbuttoning your shirt. He pressed his right thumb, to your clit roughly, as he concentrated on not dusting your shirt.

Finally, supple brown skin was exposed to him. The full round swell of your breasts was hypnotizing. Tomura was about to tweak a nipple, when something occurred to him.

“Did...you go to work...without a bra on.” His voice was incredulous.

The heat of embarrassment spread through your body. “N-no!” You struggled out, fighting passed the pleasure coursing through you. “Shouta and H-hizashi took it when they took my-ah! Pannties! Kurogiri fuck yes!”

You watch Tomura’s eyes go hotter as he watches his caretaker make you speechless, misty hands squeezing your thick thighs.

You were pulled out of your haze by calloused rough hands,caressing your breasts. Tomura seemed entranced by the dark brown of your nipples. His fingers pinch and twist your hardened buds, laughing when your voice pitches high.

“Tomu more, please.” You pant out, writhing in Kurogiri’s arms.

The younger man laughed. “Mmmph, look at them bounce as he fucks you.” His deadly fingers viciously twists your nipples. “You have such pretty titties, (Y/N).” He teased as he brought his face closer to your chest. “So pretty here I could just. Eat. You. Up.” His words were punctuated with a kiss to your chest.

Pausing on your right breast, he sank his teeth into it, before laving his tongue over it. You moaned at the contrast of pain and pleasure, as he repeatedly licks at your chest. Your head falls back onto Kurogiri’s shoulder, letting yourself drown in the ecstasy washing over you. You rest there, nonsense falling from your lips, before the older man is urging you up and to attention.

“Oh no, (Y/F/N ) (Y/L/N), look at him. Look at what he’s doing to you.” you shakily look down, just as Tomura closes his mouth around your other peaked bud. He’s looking up at you with those entrancing lust blown eyes, red irises barely visible.

You watch hazily as he pulls his mouth away from you and his hands push your breasts together, until your areolas meet. He holds them there with the heels of his palms, while his mouth descends again to lick and bite and kiss at your nipples. Finally Tomura latches onto your abused buds and sucks with a determined fanaticism.

All the while looking into your eyes.

At that moment it’s all too much. Kurogiri’s plundering cock and Tomura’s wicked mouth. You can’t help the begging that falls from your lips.

“Shit, T-Tomura! Kurogir-aah! Harder, please! Fuck me harder, bite me! Please!” You’re so close, You just need a little bit more.

Tomura unlatches from your titties and you watch deliriously, as his left hand goes down to the fly of his pants. He undoes the fasten of his jeans and his dick falls heavily out of his pants. It’s thick and heavyand messy with precome.

Tomura wraps his hand firmly around himself, pinky outstretched.

“Kurogiri.” His voice is wrecked, barely able to get the words out. “Fuck her pussy until she creams all over your dick.” He pumps himself, watching the older man’s cock disappear into your cunt, his husbands’ come clinging to him.

The sight has him groaning, as he latches back on to your left tit, pumping his dick roughly.

You arched into his mouth, while simultaneously trying to fuck yourself on Kurogiri. The way they were using your body to get off, was degrading and that made you that much wetter.

Then Tomura switches to your right tit, unoccupied hand going to claim your left, harsh thumb nail dragging across a pebbled nipple. Your whine is met with a groan of his own, muffled by the suppleness of brown flesh. You could hear the slick sound of him jerking his cock below, only slightly out of synch with the wet sound of Kurogiri’s rutting.

The younger man’s actions did not go unnoticed either. A deep voice growls in your ear. “Do you like that (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)? Like knowing Tomura Shigaraki is touching himself to you? To the show of you getting split open on my dick?” His hips swivel in a cruel pleasurable grind. “From the feel of this nasty come slick pussy, I’d say you do.”

He goes faster, his stroke hastening as the twitching of his cock increases, with every few thrusts into the sweet hold of you.

You respond to his cruel words. “ Yeah, fuck yeah Daddy. So fucking hot.” You pant out, hands grabbing at Tomura blue locks, pressing him into your titties encouragingly.”

Kurogiri’s still talking. Panting filth into your ear. “Hmm I wonder if you can come like this?” Strong hips move brutally, dick seeming intent on testing his ponderings. “You think you can do that, Sweetheart? Can you come on Daddy’s dick, while you watch Tomura Shigaraki pleasure himself, with your tits in his mouth? Without a single touch to that pretty clit?”

You nodded frantically, wanting desperately for it to be true. Wishing for him to fuck you harder. For Tomura to thumb and twist you tits more cruely. Your fingers tighten in his shaggy mop of hair, while you ride Kurogiri as best you can. “ Yesyesyesyes.” Your words slur together as you get closer to the edge.

“Then come on Daddy’s dick, Sweetheart. Cream on me like a good girl.” The man croons deceptively sweetly in your ear, as if he isn’t simultaneously fucking into your guts like its going out of style. The man’s command coupled with the staccato sound of shclopshclopshclop your pussy was making as he beat it up, pushed you over that final hurdle.

The world shatters around you, vision going white. Your whole body tries to arch out of the man firm grasp on your thighs. The euphoria that had washed over you was all encompassing and you let yourself enjoy it.

Through you haze you head Tomura swearing, voice no longer dampened by your titties . “Fuck, oh fuck. ‘Giri she looks so pretty like this, I could- I’m gonna-oohhh.” Something hot and wet splashed across the backs of your thighs, dousing them.

Tomura practically fell forward into your titties, moaning into soft flesh, as he stroked himself through his orgasm. His eyes were cast down to where you were still creaming around Kurogiri’s thick length.

“Shit Kurogiri, does she feel good?’ He couldn’t drag his gaze away from where his caregiver was fucking you.

The hybrid grunted in response. “Magnificent.”

“Then come in her.” Tomura purred. “Pour all of Daddy’s come inside our precious little slut.”

Opaque yellow eyes narrowed in earnest as he fucked into your ruined pussy. “That’s what you want, Sweetheart? You want Daddy’s come deep inside this filthy used hole?” Mixing with ‘Zashi and Shou’s.You want all your Daddies’ come filling you today, nasty girl.”

You nod along frantically, stray locs falling into your face. The drag of his dick inside you was pushing you into another climax. The nasty sound of him thrusting into a mess off your juices and those of the man’s husband's was so hot you could feel that tight coils start to form in your belly again.

“Fuck Daddy, wanna drip with your come. C’mon, gimme.” You're practically panting for him.

Large smokey hands clutched full grown thighs harder as he slammed into you. Tomura was kissing up the side of your neck, with running sinful commentary.

“Hmmp Baby. You should see your pussy right now, it’s so sloppy (Y/N). His dick is covered in it and he’s just going to add more come to it. Be a good girl for us, and take it.”

As if he was spurred on by his charged words, his stroke became more hurried. Instead of pulling out all the way, he was rutting into you with short harsh strokes and it was absolutely blissful.

“That’s it, that’s it Sweetheart. Take Daddy’s come. Swallow it all with this hungry little pussy.” He cooed raggedly as he felt your wall fluttering around him. “That’s it, come while I fill your cunt Sweetheart.”

Once again the world shattered around you as you came harder than before. Only this time your walls twitched, as hot come was drilled into you. His muscles were rigid as he stilled, buried deep in your wetness, come, still being poured into you. The nomu hybrid came so much some was leaking out around his cock.

“Fuck Daddy, so good.” You fucked out little brain couldn’t help but articulate. Your pussy twitched and squeezed around him as you basked in the afterglow. So utterly content with the pounding you just took, you barely paid Tomura any mind when he spoke.

“Pill out of her, Kurogiri. And angle her so nothing can leak out.”

The older man complied as he dislodged himself from you and his hands moved to cradle your ass. He maneuvered you, so your upper body sank further down his torso and your lower half was pointed upward towards Tomura.

Dazedly you're aware of Tomura settling between your thighs. You look at him lazily, mind still sluggish from your orgasm. “Tomura what are yo-”

You’re cut off as you feel the long drag of Tomura’s tongue up your entrance, hot, wet and nasty.

“Fuck Tomura.” You look down and watch as he pulls back, mouth still agape. On his tongue you see, a mix of what you're sure is Kurogiri, Shouta, and Hizashi’s come. He’s making a show of holding it there as he stares into your eyes, heatedly.

Slowly he brings his left hand up and slides two fingers across the wet lips of your pussy, rubbing your clit as he caressed you. You watched as he spread your lips apart, come, still resting on his tongue.

He’s peering inside you, watching your wales flex and quiver, and attempt to push the mixed come out. He let his mouth fall shut and allowed saliva and come gather.

Then he looked back up at you, expression smug, as he spits it all into you. You shudder as you feel the thick fluid slide against your walls and your pussy flutters. The younger man tuts at you.

“Ah aht (Y/N), keep that nasty cunt under control.” He places a chest kiss to your core and as he pulls away you see a thick strand of come and saliva connected chapped lips to your pussy.

Tomura moves and situates himself so he is face to face with the back of your thighs. He stares at where he streaked your thighs in his come. The messy white of it contrasts prettily with your dark skin and he can’t help but lick his lips. He begins his task licking up a glob of come that was sliding towards your ass. He licked and kissed up your thigh, where you could feel cooling come. He makes a show of sloppily licking it up, before continuing in that vein across the rest of your thighs.

As you lay in Kurogiri’s arms you feel particularly tender, in the area where Kurogiri’s hands held you. Tomura follows each swipe of his tongue with biting kisses, over what you can only assume is bruising. You bask in the sensation, enjoying the pain and pleasure of his act of aftercare. A soft moan escapes you.

“Mmmph Tomura.”

Finally done, resurfaces and looks at you smugly. You look at him, still basking in your afterglow, confused. “Tomu, what the fac-”

You’re cut off as you feel Tomura’s hand return to the soft wet fold between your legs. Dangerous fingers spread you open for him again as he rears up to let his mouth rest just over your abused hole.

He lets his jaw drop open and his own spit and come pours out of it slowly, falling to your cunt. He holds you open wider, with both thumbs now, and watches avidly to make sure every last drop goes inside you.

He closes his mouth and you think he’s done, until he licks his lips and spits one last, into your pussy. He admires it for a while, before using his thumbs to spread your lips apart and push the back together, loving the way his spit and come look, clinging to the defiled was of your sloppy pussy.

“You have such a pretty pussy, (Y/N).” He says admiring his work before he gets up.

You whimper as he gets up from his position. He’s zipping his pants and daintily grabbing Father off of the bar as he turns around and begins walking away. “Make sure the bar’s cleaned before our meeting at 7.” He calls as he walks away and you're a little baffled at him, as you start to shift in Kurogiri’s hold.

As the older man helps you to your feet, Tomura calls back again.

“Oh and (Y/N), don’t forget about that raid you said you’d help me with tonight.” He looks back at you from over his shoulder. “And make sure you’re still full when you get to my room.”

And then he’s gone, through the door on the other end of the Lounge.

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Fifty Shades of EraserMic - Chapter One

"Please, Sho? Can we?"

Can they? The offer, the suggestion, that just came out of the blonde's mouth was so wild and absolutely like him to spit out that Shouta Aizawa had no clue whether to be disgusted by the boldness of his husband or proud of it. He stared at his husband, a squint to his eye as he stared at the blonde who was wiggling on the couch like an overgrown golden retriever waiting for their master to throw them a toy to play with.

His hands were locked together underneath his chin as he bounced on his knees, his green eyes wide and hopeful behind his glasses as they pleaded at Shouta as well. He felt a faint heat threatening to crawl up his neck to his face and he blinked at the blonde who wiggled with a smile on his lips that was just as hopeful as the rest of him when Shouta let out a breath. He reached up to rub at his forehead, taking the moment to look away from the man sitting just inches away from him, and he tried to piece his words together.

How did he say it without sounding like an absolute dick or like he was shooting down the idea before even allowing Hizashi to explain himself further? He dropped his hand to look at the blonde again who was wiggling again, his little bounces making the couch cushion under him move in time with the bounces, and he twisted slightly to drape his arm across the back of the couch, hand dangling off the edge as his finger began picking at the skin on the side of his thumb nail.

He held up one finger which made the blonde smile brightly as his brows raised hopefully with a hum leaving him when Shouta cleared his throat in an attempt to piece his sentence together without it sounding rude. The last thing he wanted to do was make Hizashi feel stupid or disgusting by the offer. "So, let me get this straight, you want us to do a challenge? A sex challenge?"

"Yes!"

"And it's this is something that you came up with today?"

"Yup!"

"With the main idea being that we explore fifty different kinks?"

"Uh huh!"

"Why?"

"Because it'd be fun! While our sex life is far from being stale, I want to explore other stuff that we can try! It's not like we can't afford to buy the things with kinks that we decide on!" Hizashi happily explained as his hands broke apart to bob with his words, like he was too hopeful not to move, and it made Shouta's brow raise at the blonde who then leaned forward planting his hands on the space between them with that bright smile still in place.

"Don't you think it sounds fun? We can look online or discuss things we've heard of and might be interested in! And then we'll make a list of the kinks and ideas, keep it in our dresser or somewhere that the kids won't see, then we check off each kink we do! A kinky check list! And that way we can say we tried something! Doesn't that sound at least a little interesting to you, Sho? You can't tell me that honestly, right now, there isn't some small part of you that's not interested in doing something like this!"

"I'm not going to waste my breath denying it but, Zashi, doesn't something like this take time? Where would we find the time to even do these things?" Shouta questioned as he lifted his hand up to press the tips of his fingers to his temple.

The blonde's hopeful look was almost painful to look at and it made Shouta look away instinctively when the look quite nearly had that heat in his neck crawling into his cheeks. However, the movements of his husband had his gaze flicking up then down rapidly. Back and forth between his lap and the sight of his husband. "We're both teachers, you have patrols on the weekends during the day most of the time, and the radio station while I have patrols at night. Plus, we have two kids that are constantly around, so tell me where in this little idea of yours does it work out that we have the time for it?"

"We always have time! Our sex life is active despite all of that, which is an accomplishment given our busy schedules! You'd think it'd have died a long time ago! But if we have too we can go to a hotel!"

Hizashi seemed to be rocking back and forth on his knees, his hands pressing on the cushions to push himself backwards much like his knees rocked him forward, and his lashes were fluttering at him in a way that made him pointedly look away again. "If you don't want to do it, though, you don't have to! Just because I have an idea doesn't mean you have to go along with it or humor me, Sho. If it makes you uncomfortable, then we absolutely do not have to do it but just know if we do do it then you have full control as well! Your opinions, your decisions, are just as important as mine! I'd never, ever, in a million years suggest something that would only benefit me."

Fuck. He swallowed as he kept his gaze down, his fingers digging into his temple, his lips pressing together as he kept them from trembling wordlessly and he watched his own hand grip a fistful of fabric tightly. He didn't know if he wanted to say yes or no. His choice was swaying uneasily in him because there were so many pros and cons to something like this, so many things that could or could not go right, and it was that uncertainty that made him wary on answer. He looked at his husband again who was staring at him with that same hopeful look but there was a warmth in his eyes now that he knew was from the blonde trying to comfort him.

"I-What did you want to start it off with if I did agree to consider it?"

"Oh easy! Easy stuff! Like, to start us off I'd say let's watch porn together!" Hizashi cheerfully replied as he looked down then at the tight grip Shouta had on his pants then smiled gently as he reached out pressing the backs of his fingers to his cheek softly. "Sho, I promise if you do agree that I wouldn't put you in something you don't want to be in or something that you're not comfortable with. So, if you say yes, I promise that you'll have all the control in the world about how we go about this."

"Oh, I will, will I? All the control in the world?"

"You will! We both will! Think of it like this; I came up with the plan but you're the director! You control what we do and how we go about it! That way you can have the same sense of control over the situation that I would! And if you at any time want to back out, want to stop, then we will! Does that sound okay to you, baby?"

Watch porn? Together? His face flared with heat at the thought as he looked down when the hand stroking his cheek flipped around to press its palm against it, swallowing while he released his tight hold on his pants to pluck them instead. Why did Hizashi always suggest the lewdest things in the most cheerful manner? It was disorienting. He knew that Hizashi was honest, that what he said he meant, and yet there was still a little trace of doubt in his mind as he looked up again with a breath.

Even with this doubt covering his thoughts like a light fog he knew that he was given an out; if he doubted this too much, if he thought it wasn't working, Hizashi wouldn't be mad at him if he backed out. He wouldn't be upset, that much he trusted. He took a breath as he continued plucking at his pant leg, a thumb stroking against his cheek gently, did he look up at his husband who was watching him with a hint of worry on his face.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay, we can do it. We'll try this at least and see how it goes before I give you a definite answer."

"Fuck yeah! Awesome! I promise you won't regret it, baby! If anything makes you uncomfortable while we’re watching, then feel free to stop it! I promise to make everything comfortable and fun for the both of us!" Hizashi cheered his words flying forward to throw his arms around Shouta's shoulders tugging the man to him, his mouth pressing to the blonde's clothed shoulder for a moment before he was being pushed back.

There was light, excitement, in those green eyes that seemed so wide and expressive behind his glasses. It was honestly one of the things he loved most about Hizashi and he had to fight down an awkward little smile as the blonde then began speaking a mile a minute at him. "Okay! Okay, okay! Let's get to the bedroom! I can pull up some stuff on my laptop for us to watch! Is there anything in mind that you want to watch?"

How he asked what porn he wanted to look at as casually as he would ask for what movie he wanted to watch on Netflix, Shouta would never know. He rubbed at the corner of his eye looking away feeling a fresh wave of heat to his face as he looked down mumbling a simple 'whatever is fine' and felt Hizashi leap off of the couch rushing around the coffee table then out of the room leaving Shouta on the couch.

He found a pair of blue and green eyes staring at him, Cosmo and Simba, and he tried not to feel a flash of guilt as he climbed to his feet as well only to find that they felt weak. Like his anxiousness, his shyness, was too much for his body to handle and he forced his legs to move around the coffee table in the direction his husband went in. He was grateful that Eri and Hitoshi were gone for the night, both having their respective sleepovers.

Well, not a sleepover for Hitoshi but a "boys' night" as he heard them babbling about as they left class that afternoon. He took a deep breath to steady himself as he entered the kitchen letting his gaze flick over to the cat bowls, half hoping they were empty only to find them definitely low with the bottoms showing but nothing that required a fresh scoop any time soon. After all he had just filled them when he got home.

He walked through the kitchen to the little hallway leading to their double doors, his fingers twisting into the sleeve of his shirt as he paused in front of them reaching out a hand. He wasn't scared. Far from it. He was nervous about this challenge, nervous to be watching porn not only for the first time in a while but in front of his husband was like something out of a nightmare. It should be the last thing he did with his partner but here they were about to sit down in front of a laptop and watch a video of two other men having sex.

He nearly groaned at the embarrassment that reared its head but he swallowed the noise down in favor of using his trembling hand to open the doors slipping in quickly shutting them behind him before a cat could even think of running in with him. He flipped the lock before taking one, final, breath before turning around to face his husband who was sitting cross legged on the bed with the laptop in his lap and he fidgeted before walking over to the bed.

He held his sleeves tightly against his palms causing the shirt to slid lower to reveal more of his shoulders, of his collar bones, and Hizashi smiled at him. He tried for a glower but it did little to sway the blonde's cheerful expression. The excitement he saw there. "You better be using the incognito browser."

"Of course, I am! I'm not stupid, Sho!" He couldn't help a little twitch of his own lips when the blonde scoffed at him before beckoning him to come onto the bed and he climbed on feeling a tremor of anxiety run up his back as he crawled over to his husband before settling against his side.

A position they would come together in when they were watching a movie on the TV or a show on Netflix and he curled his legs underneath him. He didn't know if he wanted to be this close to Hizashi when they started watching but he also didn't want to make the blonde worry about him being too far away. He looked at the screen only to feel the tips of his ears burn with his blush as he watched Hizashi's mouse fly across the screen to pull up the categories. He did this all while navigating Pornhub like an expert while humming before he leaned his head against Shouta's.

"So, I know you said whatever is fine but do you have anything you wanna watch? Anything catching your eye?"

God, this was embarrassing! He clenched his jaw for a second as Hizashi's fingers rested lightly on the mouse pad, the cursor holding still on the screen, and he took a shallow breath as his stomach gained that airy feeling one got when dropping from a large height or perhaps even anxious or worried. It made him feel sick. His hands curled into fists against his thighs as he looked away from the screen.

It was hard not to think about what they were about to do with the site up before then with millions of thumbnails all screaming to be watched and it did absolutely nothing to help the anxious embarrassment boiling away at him. God, he hadn't seen anything yet and here he was flustered beyond believe. He took a breath in an attempt to keep his voice firm when he cleared his throat lightly to speak.

"I don't care what we watch. Whatever you want, Zashi, I don't care. I just- Let's get it started so it can be over, okay?"

"Shouta, baby, you don't have to be so anxious or nervous! It's just me here, no one else, and it's alright! It's just porn, baby! We fuck all the time so it's not that weird to watch two guys online fucking! No one will know you even looked at it but me and I won't tell a soul! "

Then he felt a kiss against the top of his head as breath brushed over his hair softly. It sent a gush of warmth through his veins but it did little to help the embarrassment that was still flooding every part of him. From the head down to his toes did he feel the embarrassment but the little affection from his husband was a welcoming sensation. Even the gentle breath against his hair was comforting in just the right way but it did little to relax the tension in his back and shoulders.

"Remember what I just said in the living room? If you're uncomfortable with this or want to stop you can, baby, I won't be mad. I want your opinion and I want you to enjoy yourself too so don't be scared of being vocal, okay?" He squirmed against his husband's side as he felt his lips tremble when they parted for another shallow breath, and he began plucking at the fabric of his pants again.

"I, um, I really don't mind that one?"

He lifted a trembling hand up to point at a category making Hizashi hum softly before feeling the blonde's cheek lift against his head after he had pressed it against his hair again and he nearly groaned at the mischievous little laugh he got. If Hizashi was trying to help him relax it really wasn't working. He watched as Hizashi clicked on the category and he tried not to let his overwhelming embarrassment crush what little courage he had as he stared at the screen. He let the blonde slowly scroll through the videos, as if letting Shouta read the titles, and God were they embarrassing for him to even read in his head let alone to ever say them out loud but Hizashi beat him to it.

"'Blonde Bimbo's Outdoor Party' sounds like a good one! Ooooh, what about 'Blonde Slut Gets Brains Fucked Out'? Oh! Oh! How about 'Blonde Babe Eats Out Best Friend's Brother'?" Oh, come on! Shouta felt his cheeks throbbing from the heat as he glared at the screen while his husband happily chirped out titles that had embarrassment bursting through every little inch of him. "Oh, oh, oh! 'Blonde Bitch Goes For A Ride' sounds promising!"

He was going to go away from homicide. He was going to actually do harm to himself if he had to it here a moment longer listening to his husband cheerfully list off porno names right next to him like they were settling in to watch Netflix together. It made his face painfully, unbearably hot as he tried his best not to shrink in his spot when his husband squeezed his arm lightly around him as he reached up to rub his right eyebrow. This man was going to be the death of him.

"So, what do you think, Sho? Any of these sound interesting to you? I personally am interested in the blonde slut one! Judging from the thumbnail alone I think it'd be a good one!" He watched the cursor make circles around the video in question as if debating it before speaking again and he could hear the smirk in his husband's voice. "So, you like watching blondes?"

"N-No! I just-We're watching it together, so I mean-!"

Words, words! He needed better words! He was stumbling, falling, and stuttering over these damn words of his that choked off before he could stop them or make them come out strong and confident as he wanted. Then he jumped when Hizashi leaned away just enough to look into his face, an amused glimmer to those green eyes of his, and a raised brow that made his hands fidget against his thighs.

"I don't watch this kind of stuff often, you know that! I just-!" He raised his hands up to rub at his face, his blush scalding beneath his fingers, and he then blew out a breath before dragging his fingers down his cheeks before leaving them to cover his mouth as he looked at Hizashi as he spoke from behind his hands. "Just- Do that one. The one you're interested in."

Hizashi chuckled at the muffled quality to his voice as he leaned in and kissed the tip of Shouta's nose lightly making the black-haired man flinch in response before he could control himself properly. Then his husband was turning to the screen with a hum as he shifted himself in his spot to get comfortable. "Alright! We'll watch this one then you choose the next one, okay? We could switch off! You chose the category first and I chose the first video! Now you choose the second video and I choose the second category!"

Shouta felt a stab of horror as he stared at the blonde. They were going to watch more than one? Hizashi smiled at the horrified look on his husband's face and chuckled softly as he fought the urge to kiss his nose again. "That is if we make it through this one without being hard that is!"

Was he an idiot? It was porn! And as cheesy, eyeroll worthy and unrealistic as porn was there was still one goal for it when being made and it was to get the viewers aroused. He kept his fingers against his lips as he then looked to the screen as Hizashi leaned back against his side, the laptop going on the little stand on the bed, settling it in so they could both see it clearly. He was doing this. He was really fucking doing this? Jesus Christ, this was nearly too much to deal with.

He was feeling strangely overwhelmed, the feeling swelling inside of him, and he took a deep breath. He flexed his fingers out against his thighs, feeling them tremble lightly as he kept himself from gripping the fabric again when Hizashi clicked on the video then full screened it. It remained on a black screen for a moment, a spinning gray circle in the middle of the screen as it loaded, and then the all too familiar intro to Pornhub ran out quietly from the laptop speakers.

Shit, shit, shit, shit! He rubbed his palms against his thighs now when the video started up, his back straightening a bit when Hizashi wrapped an arm around his waist, his breaths nearly rasping out of him. It was fine at first. A little conversation that was lulling Shouta into a false sense of security as he tried not to cringe at the god-awful dialogue but that didn't stop Hizashi from snickering at the lines being delivered. All seemed okay.

The video itself was only twenty or so minutes long, nothing too bad. But then he was tensing up as it changed. It was the rather slick, nearly disgusting sound of lips smacking together as the actors began to kiss one another so ferociously that he felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him when the lips parted and he could see their tongues. God, is that what it looked like when he and Hizashi were making out? He was stiff against his husband's side, whose fingers were kneading at his waist, as he struggled to push down his embarrassment.

It was gripping him so viciously, he feared he'd never be able to unlock his body after this. Then Hizashi was snickering again under his breath again as his fingers continued massaging him, making Shouta want to peek at his husband's face but given that his head was on his shoulder that wasn't really possible without it being noticeable. Then, as if to prove the dialogue and kissing was tame, the moans started.

Whimpering moans that were high, clearly put on theatrically, but they sent a strange feeling through Shouta as he remained tense despite Hizashi trying to coax him into a relaxed state like he was. They were still kissing, perhaps far more eagerly than before, and hands were reaching to pull at the clothing of the man who was clearly supposed to be the top in the situation. Meanwhile the man playing the bottom had on the scantiest pair of underwear and stockings he'd ever seen in his life.

He hated the burn to his cheeks especially when he could practically sense how Hizashi's eyes were locked on the screen watching every little thing taking place. It was a complete difference to the urge to look away for him. Fuck, he wanted to look away but the noises would no doubt draw his attention back so it was a lost cause. He twitched at how quick things jumped from what he could only imagine as a five to a ten in the seconds it took him to get his focus back on the laptop and he squeezed his hands into tight fists against his thighs again.

It was embarrassing. It should be embarrassing but shouldn't it also be okay? To be alright in watching something like this with his husband? He heard of other people doing things like this, heard of it but balked at it. He gawked now at the screen at the sight of the actors in the video twisting, the blonde in the video having his face pressed down into a couch with hips raising up as the underwear being pulled down.

He was...fascinated? He was still embarrassed, but he was strangely enraptured by the sight before him because it was going fast, so fast, and he knew if a video had a time limit it did have to go fast after all. He wanted to shift, to adjust himself, when he pressed his lips together to keep any sort of sound whether it be a breath or a hum of embarrassment from leaving his throat as he stared at the screen.

Was this really how fast things went down in porn? He hadn't watched a video since he was a teen, but this seemed so much different to what he had watched back then. He felt a wave of heat ripple under his skin, goosebumps raising on top of it at the moans that now rang out from the laptop, and he swallowed as his fingers twitched despite their tight curl. He didn't know what to do with himself, pull away or stay close, but his heart was beating uncomfortably hard against his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

How that only made the tinny moans so much louder, he had not a damn clue. Then he felt the hand on his waist sliding up his side then back down to his hip gently prompting him to open his eyes again to stare at the screen only to feel his jaw drop as air rushed out of him at the sight. He knew they got more well-endowed men to do porn now a days, men specifically searched out, but that had to be one of the biggest dicks he'd ever seen in his life.

While he thought himself average at six inches, Hizashi at a good seven and a half inches this actor's dick had to be closer to eight or nine. Huge. Positively huge. And the fact that the blonde actor was taking it so easily was absolutely gawk worthy as he stared at the screen feeling Hizashi chuckle softly beside him as that hand continued its path up and down his side. "Mans got a big dick, don't he? Like, goddamn! I dunno if I'd be able to take anything like that so easily."

He blinked when Hizashi spoke, moving his head to rub against his shoulder when he twitched to look at the blonde only to stop at the last moment, and he took a deep breath before he felt confident he could speak without stuttering. "Yeah. I mean, don't they prepare actors before shoots anyway?" He questioned when Hizashi hummed softly, his hand bunching the fabric of his shirt sometimes from the movements and he fought a shiver at the thought of Hizashi's hand on his skin.

Especially while watching something like this. Then the moans on the laptop crested to a cry that both men twitched at, and he looked up instinctively to the source. It would be hard not to look up at it and once he did, he was gawking shamelessly at the screen. The slick sounds of the absolute horrendous amount of lubricant they used was a... unique sound. Almost like macaroni. And he blushed hotly at the comparison because he had heard Hizashi say countless times that stupid phrase 'that's what good pussy sounds like!' in his ear anytime pasta was being made.

Almost always when he was making mac and cheese for dinner if it was a lazy night. He always elbowed him in the stomach making him wheeze out his laughs but now that he was sitting here watching this, listening to the sounds, he couldn't help but agree no matter how shameful that was. The moans were so high, strung out and clearly fake like any Porn stars would be but it was nearly overwhelming to listen too.

And then he felt his dick twitch making him look down in horror at himself. What? Even though he knew porn was made to get men aroused it was shocking that he anything about this slightly hard-on worthy. He fought the urge to shift his hands to casually cover his curiously twitching dick because he’d never hear the end of it if Hizashi saw. If he knew his body was reacting so strongly to the stupid video.

He swallowed as he shifted slightly, pulling his knees up slightly closer to himself instead and he let out a little breath as quietly as he could. He watched the sight of the blonde on screen getting exactly what the title had promised; his brains fucked out. He knew if he had been watching it on his own the time jump from zero to six minutes would have spooked him. Watching it progress naturally was strange.

As a teen he would always get impatient, wanting to skip to the good parts, and while it mortified him to think that he just couldn't deny it. He squeezed his thighs together. His feet then twitched only to wiggle against the sheets as he tried to keep his breaths from being the tingles that already raced down his legs. Begging to be stretched out again. He instead flexed his cramping fingers out. Fuck, it was getting to him more than he initially thought it would.

He thought he'd be too embarrassed, too horrified, to even think of getting aroused but here he was struggling to keep still because Hizashi surely wasn't that affected yet, was he? It was embarrassing what a simple video was doing to him. The whimpers, the groans, and the cries were painfully loud as he blinked quickly while closing his mouth to swallow in order to soothe his dry throat.

Jesus, he needed some water. Did this mean he was thirsty in two senses of the word? Oh, Hizashi would find that fucking hilarious. The sharp sound of skin slapping on the computer was tinny, just like the other sounds so far, and yet it was making him feel hot. His skin was burning underneath his clothes, he was sure Hizashi could feel it beneath his hand and against his side, and he wanted to peek at his husband so badly just to see his face.

What expression was he wearing? Was it his concentrated one that he got when reading or watching something? Brows tugged together, eyes stormy, lips being bit at lightly? A sharp moan from the laptop brought him out of his thoughts as his nails lightly dragged against the fabric of his pants bunching the fabric into his palms as he struggled to keep his body from moving. It was difficult when his previously twitching dick was hardening and he knew the fabric of his sweats wouldn't hide it as well as it should.

It wouldn't be obvious if he were wearing his regular pants but if Hizashi looked- He nearly whimpered in time with the actor in the video as he squeezed the fabric in his hands. How much longer? How much? He wanted to squirm, to whine, and twist against his husband's side but he held himself tight. He hoped Hizashi would mistake it as the stiffness he'd had earlier and that he would just assume Shouta's embarrassment was still prevalent.

He hated this! Hated it! He was getting aroused watching porn with his husband sitting right fucking there! What did that say about him as a person? He clenched his jaw as some part of his mind marveled at the video, at the sight of skin jiggling with each harsh thrust. He marveled at the blush to the blonde actor's skin, a gentle red and he wondered was it from the heat or perhaps was it blush?

He didn't know but the urge to rub his eyes was strong, yet he knew if he moved even an inch, he'd lose the tight control he had over every muscle in his body right now and the embarrassment would swoop in. That just wasn't worth it. He then felt Hizashi shift next to him. He twitched with a renewed tightness to his shoulder as that hand paused on his hip to rub and knead at it gently through his clothing but there was something different about it.

Was it because he was actually aroused now? Was that what was different about it? Then his brain, his disgustingly traitorous brain, whispered to him as he watched the blonde on screen twist and writhe as he shouted out only for it to end on one of those famous, long drawn out Porn star moans.

What if that was Hizashi? What if I was making him feel so good that he moved and sounded like that?

He couldn't stop the little shiver that ran down his spine at the thought, his face and neck felt uncomfortably hot much like the tips of his ears when he felt the hand rubbing at his hip comfortingly rub at his side again while trying to coax him closer. He wanted to resist it. But Hizashi felt nice against him now, much more comfortable than he had moments ago, and so he let himself wiggle to readjust his position against his side.

He blinked then looked over at the sound of Hizashi's hand rubbing at his thigh that was followed by a low breath leaving the man. He couldn't see his face but God did he want too. His hands were trembling lightly from how tightly he gripped his pant legs, and he wondered if Hizashi could see that, if he had been watching Shouta in between. He fought another shiver that wanted to streak down his spine.

Then that signature Porn star moan had him looking at the screen with that same thought whispered through his mind only now was he willing to build on it. He wasn't big like the other actor on screen but that never seemed to matter to Hizashi so maybe he would still squirm and shout like that? If he ever agreed to bottom someday then would he? But he could make Hizashi sound like that even if he wasn't ever going to top the blonde and he could make Hizashi writhe and scream with just a movement of his own hips.

He then felt Hizashi shift as his hand lifted from his thigh to the mousepad swirling over the video and he noticed the little tremble to his hand before it moved away after confirming the time. Twelve minutes in. God, there was another thirteen minutes? He bit his lip when the whimpering moans seemed to lightly crackle on the speakers, and he swallowed down a noise of his own as he fought the squirm that made his legs twitch. The hand on his side was sliding up and down, then it paused to grip a fistful of the fabric making him blink when he heard Hizashi clear his throat.

"D-Do you care if we choose another one now? Not that I'm not enjoying it, far from that, but I just don't think we should watch whole videos like they're shows to binge on Netflix! Would that be okay with you, baby?"

Oh god, his voice! It was pitched low, gritty almost despite him clearing his throat and he loved the sound of it as the sharp slaps of skin on skin, the wild moans and low grunts from the actors had him sinking his teeth harder into his lip as he wondered if he could speak without stuttering again. He did pretty good last time so surely it would be firm this time, right? And yet his lips refused to move even when he dragged his teeth over his lip as he released it.

He felt Hizashi squirm then against his side, a twitch moving over the hand on the mousepad, and he released his grip on his pant legs as he curled his legs tightly to his stomach now. "Sho?"

"It's f-fine with me. You said I picked the next one, r-right?"

Ah, shit! It wasn't as bad as it could be but the wobble to his own low, rough voice was unmistakable, and he felt the hand gripping his shirt tighten for just a moment as Hizashi took a breath before letting it out. He could only imagine the nod the blonde possibly gave when the hand released his shirt and he straightened up slightly. Shouta then used his hand that that would have been between them to press to the mattress to keep him upright.

He watched the video exit from full screen and then he hit the back button on the web page twice to bring them back to the categories page once again cutting off the moaning and the resulting silence felt too loud. Like the room was bigger without the sharp, crisp smacking of skin on skin and the high staccato moans that made him want to shiver. He watched Hizashi scroll through the categories for a moment before he settled on a strangely obvious and perhaps hilarious selection. Brunettes.

While Shouta had just been choosing blindly at the blonde's category he couldn't shake the feeling that Hizashi's choice was intentional, and he had to pick on him just a little bit. "Brunettes, huh?"

"Shut up, you! It's better to keep it easy! I don't want to spook you with anything." He mumbled the words as he began scrolling through the videos slowly letting Shouta gaze at the names feeling his ears burn hotly from his blush and he wondered if they were as red as he imagined them being.

Hizashi always said his ears were brighter than anything when he blushed. This time, strangely enough, Hizashi didn't happily read the titles out loud and his fingers trembled against the mouse as Shouta let his eyes scan over the videos feeling strangely locked up. Like he couldn't force his lips to move much less think of saying them. He then shifting making Hizashi's finger stop, swallowing, and pointed to a thumbnail listening to the blonde swallow himself.

"Th-This one? You sure?"

He couldn't trust himself to speak so he nodded when he felt Hizashi's eyes on him, his knees still bunched up to his stomach, his hands scratching his knees through the fabric. He dug his nails into them when Hizashi clicked on the video, once again full screening it, before he settled in with his hand reaching out for Shouta and he squirmed closer again pinching his lips together as it took a few seconds for it to start.

The Pornhub logo, the iconic music, and then the video was starting much like the one had before. There was the playful, cringey dialogue that bordered on flirtatiousness between the two actors when he shifted his legs slightly. They were cramped, aching with the desire to stretch them out but he refused. He couldn't. This time he was hyper focused on the video in front of him as once again that familiar, slick sound of the two actors making out with everything they had rang out and he couldn't find it in him to be disgusted this time.

He was absolutely, one hundred percent, fascinated by the video. He barely reacted to the hand rubbing his waist again but he didn't need that reassurance, he didn't need the comfort, because his embarrassment was far gone by this point. It was lost beneath the lust, the arousal, that was burning through him faster than even Endeavor's flames. He watched with every little bit of his brain power on the tongues that flashed in the kiss, the hands that pushed at pants on the actors, the way the bottom moaned gratuitously into the kiss.

He was enraptured by the sight as he pressed his trembling hands firmly to his knees that twitched, and he couldn't control the breaths that came unevenly but he did try to keep them quiet. He almost felt like a teen again. So goddamn horny that he was nearly squirming with impatience for them to just do it already. He bit down at his lip as if he could bite down the impatience boiling in his chest as he stared at the screen.

The moans were kicking up, like before only this time he watched as the dark-haired man was plucked up and plopped onto what he could only assume was supposed to be a kitchen table and he felt a tingle of excitement as his breath froze for a second. Hizashi did that all the time when they were younger. Fucked him on the kitchen table back when they were living in an apartment and he'd loved every second of it.

The way the wood didn't give beneath his nails like skin would, the quiet creaking as it wobbled back and forth in time with their frenzied movements, how cool it was beneath his back when Hizashi pushed him down. How he then thrusted so hard the table jumped from merely creaking to squeaking loudly beneath him and he had wondered if it would break. God, they really couldn't keep their hands off each other even then, could they?

He jumped from his thoughts when Hizashi's hand discreetly pulled at his shirt lifting it up and then he shivered when his palm pressed against his skin, his wedding ring cool against his hot flesh. Surely, he knew now, right? Could he feel how hot he was and how he was nearly burning up with his arousal? But Hizashi didn't say a word as he began moving his hand slowly, up and down, on his skin making it quiver beneath his touch and Shouta almost whined.

Almost. The sound of the actor on screen moaning loudly covered his tiny sound he made as he tried to strangle the whine in his throat, but he felt confident Hizashi heard it. He then felt Hizashi squirm next to him again only it wasn't the tiny little movement but a larger one this time and Shouta heard the blonde take a breath that shuddered both in and out. The sound made his stomach squeeze in excitement and eagerness, and he hated how it made him want to throw up.

The airy sensation, the butterflies in the stomach idea, was almost too much for him when he could already feel his heart flying against his chest only to stumble over its beats. The sensations were too much paired together. He bit at his lip again as he watched the dark-haired actor on the screen spread his legs, wider than he thought possible and he wondered briefly if the man was flexible, when the slick sound of the other actor pushing into him had him shivering.

He blinked slowly when he heard Hizashi's palm brushing against his thigh again only this time it was faster, firmer perhaps, against the fabric of the jeans he had changed into when they got home in order to go out to the store together. It nearly made him look away from the screen but then the thrusts, the way the actors moved against each other, was gobbling up his focus as he saw the table began to rock with the pace that was chosen.

He could hear that shitty table of theirs squeaking in their apartment. Could feel it beneath him. He shivered again as Hizashi's hand swept upwards on his side before dipping low to his hip again to lightly scratch the flesh there for a second before rubbing it away. He was breathing unevenly, quietly as he could but he was sure Hizashi heard them. Sure that he felt them from the movement in his shoulders as his chest fluttered up and down with his breaths.

The loud moans were loud, that absolutely abhorrent squelching of the lube as the other man thrusted in was loud in the room and he could hear Hizashi's breaths next to him. They were also uneven, nearly panting, and he could only imagine the look on his face. His neglected erection throbbed against his thighs, thighs that he rubbed together now making him twitch, and he choked off another whine in his throat as he stared at the video unable to stop a squirm of his own.

The hand on his skin was hypnotic in the way it would shift from rubbing and caressing his feverish skin to scratching it was absolutely putting him into a trance as it went hand-in-hand with the lewd sounds coming from the laptop. Then Hizashi did something that threw everything off. He heard that palm brushing over his thigh again, nails dragging against the fabric of the jeans, as if to claw at it with that shaking hand as a louder, shaking breath left his husband again.

That's when Hizashi moved slightly next to him making him twitch himself as he moved instinctively to keep himself pressed to his side, his eyes still on the screen as he watched the table wiggle viciously beneath the actors. He about jumped out of his skin when Hizashi moaned. He jerked himself upright while pulling away from his side only for his gaze to fly down to see Hizashi's hand rubbing at himself, fingers shaking and thighs twitching as the whisper of his hand against the fabric had him twitching.

Then he was looking up at his husband who wasn't looking at the video anymore. Had he been looking at it all? His pupils were huge, his iris's mere rings of green, his face was just as red as he imagined his own to be, his lips parted with his uneven breaths and his lashes were lowered, giving him that bedroom look he adored. The hand that had been on his waist slid against his lower back with his movement and he looked down again at the hand that rubbed at the bulge of his erection before swallowing as he looked up.

A moan from the laptop had them both looking at the screen instinctively and then Shouta forced his gaze away as he found himself rolling onto his knees lunging forward. Hizashi threw his hands up to catch the black-haired man with a happy sound leaving his throat, low and rough to Shouta, but then his lips were on the blonde's and it didn't matter. He pushed the blonde onto his back from the force of his lunge, his hands planting on either side of his shoulders while trying not to pin his hair against the bed or pull at it on accident to cause genuine pain.

He swung his left leg over Hizashi's waist, knees digging into the mattress firmly, and his whimper was covered by Hizashi's enthusiastic moan as he ground his erection to the blonde's. Hands gripped at his waist as their lips moved against each other in a fast, perhaps even desperate, type of kiss that screamed its own lustful intentions. He couldn't stop himself from grinding against the blonde now that he had started and the pleasure that rushed through him was too addicting to even consider stopping his movements.

He then made a little noise as Hizashi moved to flip him onto his back, the blonde reaching up to tug his hair down all the way and he then pulled from the kiss as Shouta's hands flew down to fumble with the button of his jeans before ripping it open and pulling the zipper down while Hizashi tugged his shirt above his head throwing it behind him as his nipple piercings flashed at Shouta happily.

He then turned his attention from trying to get the jeans down, the action near impossible given their position, but he could try dammit and he finally gave up with an annoyed grunt as he reached down to pull his own shirt up over his head with a little difficulty. It was hard to get a shirt up when it kept bunching up because of the blanket beneath you. Then he was throwing the fabric as hard as he could, not caring where it flew off too because Hizashi was coming down pressing their chests together as his lips found his again and he was humming as his toes curled.

He could understand his embarrassment at the start of this but now? Now he was grateful he had agreed to it. So goddamn grateful. He moaned into the kiss as Hizashi's lips pressed firmly to his own, almost crushing their mouths together, as he kissed him back with that same starving and frenzied quality that had him squirming. He hissed in a breath felt Hizashi's nipple piercings rub against his chest when the blonde moved causing such a unique feeling that it made him whine.

He felt Hizashi lick at his lip, and he parted his lips quickly only to hear the answering moan from Hizashi as his tongue met his own with that same frenzied movement. He panted unevenly through his nose as he twisted, licked and caressed Hizashi's tongue with his own when he began playing with the tongue piercing happily as Hizashi moaned into the kiss this time. The image of the make outs in the videos made him feel a stab of embarrassment.

At the mere thought of himself and Hizashi kissing that sloppily but then Hizashi's thumb was rubbing circles into his jaw as if to soothe him.As if he knew that he'd felt embarrassed for a moment and wanted to quell it. He squirmed when the blonde slid the hand from his jaw down along his side and he was moaning loudly when the hand slipped between them to grasp at Shouta's erection through the fabric of his pants.

He could still hear the video playing at the edge of the bed, but he couldn't focus on it now, not when Hizashi was rubbing his piercing against his tongue making him twitch against the blonde. He could feel drool gathering in the corner of his mouth as he swallowed the best he could when Hizashi was sliding his hand from his erection to pull at the waistline of his pants insistently before pulling back. He almost whined at the loss of his lips, staring up at the blonde who was panting quickly as he sat back on his knees and slid his right hand up his chest making his back arch into the touch.

"Take'em off right fucking now!"

He got the words out on a breath that sounded choked to Shouta and he nodded eagerly as the blonde moved from between his legs to move into a sitting position as he began pushing at his boxers and jeans as fast as he could. He did the same. His clothing was flying over the edge of the bed with Hizashi's following afterwards and he shivered at the sight of Hizashi's erection, the sight of his happy trail that gave way to the thick patch of blonde pubic hair that he trimmed religiously. He always had.

He had revealed to Shouta when they were teens that he did it and ever since then he sometimes did it in front of Shouta only to offer to do the same for him, but he always brushed it off. He didn't care about his own appearance down there and Hizashi seemed to love it anyways. He was then rolling onto his knees again, the black-haired man shivering in anticipation when a moan flew from the laptop, and he looked over instinctively like he had before then back to his husband.

"Turn it off!"

He pointed to the laptop watching as Hizashi then leaned forward on his left hand reaching out to slam the laptop's screen down cutting off the sounds when he was turning back to Shouta. He then squirmed against the bed reaching for the bedside table, his hands shaking, and he yanked the drawer open to dig for the box of condoms and lube he had there when Hizashi was pushing his legs apart making him whimper. He felt them slide up his thighs making them tremble beneath his touch and Shouta scrounged desperately for the items he knew were there.

He bought them just the other day! Where is it? Where the fuck were they? He moaned when fingers caressed the underside of his erection, his fingers frantically moving around the drawer looking for the shape of the condom box and the tube. "Wait! Wait, wait, wait, Zashi!"

"Don't want to, baby, I don't want to! Look at you squirm! How long have you been hard, Sho? How long into these videos did we get into before you got turned on?" Hizashi questioned through a moan as he wrapped his fingers around his husband's erection giving a few strokes that had hips jumping up and a loud moan flying from the man.

Shouta couldn't think to answer as he forced himself to keep looking for what he knew was in there. He gasped when his fingers finally brushed the edge of a box, grabbing it quickly then finding the tube next to it rolling slightly from his movement and he snatched it up as well before turning back to Hizashi. He then cried out when Hizashi's thumb rubbed at his tip sending such an intense wave of pleasure through him that it about ripped through him as easily as the lust and arousal had making his hips jump up frantically.

"Answer me, baby! Tell me!"

"Ah! Ah, ma-maybe ten minutes in? Tw-Twelve? Mmmm, I don't kn-know! I-I didn't c-care enough to really think 'bout it!" His own words were a lustful, slurring moan as he looked down at his hips jumping up making Hizashi's hand move with him, and he whined softly when the thumb pressed against his slit rubbing firmly in small, tight circles.

He twitched when the hand then slid down again to resume the stroking past from tip to base that had him whimpering as he pressed the backs of his hands to his forehead as he grit his teeth. Fine, if Hizashi wasn't going to listen to him and wait then he could play dirty too. He would play dirty! He took a few breaths when his eyes threatened to roll up at the pleasure that burned in his very veins when Hizashi squeezed his erection with just enough pressure to make his hips jerk up in that same frenzy they had before.

"Za-Zashi, do you 'member the t-table?"

Hizashi squinted at him as Shouta fought the urge to shut his eyes, his hands shaking against his forehead, and he watched confusion roll over his husband's face as his glasses slipped down his nose before being nudged back up. He felt a laugh crawling up his throat at the sight, the brows that came together tightly on his forehead as he blinked rapidly a few times before squinting at him again as if his confusion deepened and then tilted his head as he paused his hand.

It made him whine loudly before he could stop himself, his hips jerking desperately to recreate the strokes when Hizashi finally spoke, beginning to move his hand again though it was slower and not at all what Shouta wanted. He wanted fast. He wanted to be squeezed so firmly it bordered on pain. "What table?"

"T-The one at our old apartment?"

He knew he hit the spot directly when Hizashi's eyes lost their squint, flying open giving him a wide-eyed look instead as he stared down at Shouta who bit back the smirk that quivered at the corners of his lips. Not yet. Not yet. It was hard to keep it off his lips when he felt a smug satisfaction run through him when he felt the fingers beginning to move again slowly this time, as if to see what he would say next.

"Yeah, you know what I'm talkin' 'bout! That table that -Ah, shit! Mmm!- th-that we bought at the y-yard sale because we co-couldn't afford a brand new one yet? A-And it was all scratched up and ne-needed a book under one of the legs to keep it stable?"

"It was a p-piece of shit! A shitty ass table!" Hizashi got his words out with a breathless laugh accompanying them as Shouta moaned when the hand began moving faster, his legs squirming on either side of the blonde restlessly. His breath rushed out over his lips making them feel dry when he pressed them together to swallow.

Though, he honestly didn't care right then because those fingers were then rubbing at the tip, and he was crying out jerking his hips upwards as his legs shook. He gasped as the fingers of his left hand curled tightly over the box and tube in his hand so tightly he feared that he'd burst open the lube and get it all over his hair. It happened once before and it wasn't pleasant at all to get it out. He sucked in a breath when Hizashi leaned down to kiss his throat only to begin moving lower.

Kissing his chest softly as he made his way down his stomach which quivered at the soft press of his lips and his thighs twitched to open themselves as wide as they could while his hips arched up. A silent plea. "What about that table's got your attention, baby? Why are you bringing it up now?"

"B-Because of the video! The one I-I chose! It made me 'memeber it!" He breathed out when he felt Hizashi's breath against his hip before a kiss was pressed there then a nip of teeth that made him shiver and he whimpered when he felt Hizashi kiss the underside of his erection.

He knew exactly what he wanted to say, to spur Hizashi on, but the words clogged in his throat for a moment as the blonde began kissing down to the base, his lashes fluttering as he looked up from under them at him before moving up towards the leaking tip when he held out a hand curling his fingers. It took his brain a moment to piece it together because it was fizzed with the jolt of lust that zapped him when lips pressed again his tip making his whole body jerk and he bit his lip though it did nothing to quiet the moan that tore out of him.

He then moved his hand from his forehead and all but threw both items at the blonde's hand which got him a hum when he took a breath to speak. "Ju-Just somethin' made me think of when w-we had it and sometimes you wo- Nnnngh!"

He thrust his hips up eagerly when Hizashi licked at the tip, rubbing the piercing against the slit his eyes smoldering up at him and his hands came up to cover his eyes which he also squeezed shut. It should be illegal the way the blonde licked at him, rubbing that sinful barbell against the head as if he were eager to lap up the droplets of pre-come that welled up. As if he was eager to taste it. He didn't have to see to know how his husband was looking at him, didn't need too because he could see it so clearly behind his eyelids.

He wanted to watch his husband, but he couldn't; strange how he could sit through half of a porn video and the first five minutes of another one but he couldn't will himself to look down. He whimpered when Hizashi then began kissing down the side of his erection making him gasp in a breath that made his chest heave when the blonde spoke again, this time his voice pitched dangerously low. Using his quirk this time, the wicked bastard.

"What would I do, Sho? Did I do something to you that involved the table?"

He could do it. He could say it. God, he wanted to say it! He just needed a second to catch his breath as he felt his erection twitch as he ground the backs of his hands against his eyes as he swallowed and then licked his lips taking a little breath. "So-Sometimes I'd be making d-dinner or washing the d-dishes and you'd walk in acting all in-innocent and bother me!"

How embarrassed he should be as gasped out those words. Yet he couldn't think of it when it got him rewarded by lips pressing to his thighs now, fluttering kisses that would be placed on his face, and the muscles in his thighs jumped at the lips caressing the sensitive inner flesh. Go on. He didn't have to hear the words from Hizashi to know it was what he was thinking. "An-And then you'd start t-touching me! Touching my ssstomach and hips u-until I couldn't focus!"

"Mmmm, what does that have to do with the t-table, baby?" Hizashi's voice was still pitched low, dangerously and deliciously low, making him tremble when his voice vibrated across his skin from how close his lips were. He could only imagine those smoldering eyes looking up at him, pupils blown wide.

He whimpered when he heard the cap of the lube popping open followed quickly by the quiet, slick little noises as it was spread over the blonde's fingers, and he couldn't control the way his breath raced. How it came out jaggedly, heaving and rushing out too fast, and he squirmed when he felt the fingers moving between his cheeks to rub over his entrance. It made his hips twitch against the fingers rubbing at him, the eagerness overpowering for just a moment, and he felt lips against his inner thigh again.

"Tell me, baby, what did I do after that?"

Jesus. Already the images from the videos felt farther away but still flashed behind his eyelids as he struggled to keep from moving in time with the fingers rubbing at him slickly. "Th-Then you'd touch me d-down there! Touching m-my thighs, my ass and my hi-hips then you'd rub m-me!"

He sounded utterly, completely breathless when Hizashi began pushing his finger into him making him twitch as he bit at his sore lip to compose himself as his breath hitched and shuddered down then out before he could speak again. And even when he did his voice was strangely thick, raspy and not at all like Hizashi's deeper pitch but the shudder he felt from the hands on him told him it affected Hizashi about as much as the blonde's voice affected him. "And-And when I g-got hard you wouldn't ta-take me to the bedroom!"

"Where'd I take you?"

God, his voice was a shot straight to his groin making his erection throb at the sound of it and Shouta squirmed as he twitched his hips as Hizashi began thrusting his finger slowly. Like he was testing the waters. He nearly yelled at him to hurry up the preparation, that he was impatient and wanted more right now and if he didn't get it then he'd lose his mind. And to think this was all because of two little videos on Pornhub. People really knew what they were doing in getting people aroused and fired up, didn't they?

He jumped when he felt that second finger nudging at him before pushing in, making him hiss out a breath through clenched teeth and his hips jumped up desperately in search of something, anything, to give him what he wanted. "Wh-Where did I take you, baby?"

"To the table! The ta-table!" His throat felt dry from how he gasped his words, but they were flying out of him in each breath he used leaving his lungs hungry for another breath and he was desperate to get the words out of him.

He planted his feet on the mattress, doing his best to move his hips in time with the fingers thrusting into him, and he could feel those eyes burning into his feverish skin making his very blood flame with lust. He wanted it, he needed it, and he was going to get it, goddammit! God, he hadn't known the effect porn would have on him at this age. The last time he watched it actively was when he was a teenager, his hormones being in overdrive and his sex drive through the roof once he realized his feelings for Hizashi.

It had driven him out of his mind the way he was always so close but untouchable had killed him. So naturally he turned to porn. But since he and Hizashi have been together he didn't have a need for it, not as often as he would have in the past, because he had the object of his desire and lust with him. He hissed in a breath when the fingers spread outwards pushing at his muscles spurring him to speak.

"You'd pu-put me on the table! And-And-!"

"And what, baby?" Hizashi's spoke with that low tone, but it came slower now, like he was close to falling asleep but the fast movements of his fingers spoke nothing of it and he whimpered when the tips of his fingers just barely touched his prostate.

His hips jerked down to get them to touch, to press against it but the fingers pulled back right as he moved down and he cried out at the indignation, the unfairness, that ripped through him at being denied it. He heard the low, vibrating chuckle against his thigh as lips pressed against them again but began crawling back up, making him gasp hopefully as they kissed at the juncture between his thigh and groin.

"Move your hands, Sho, look at me."

He moved his tightly fisted, trembling hands from his eyes and peeled them open looking down at his husband who was smiling up at him sweetly which was such a contrast to his tone that it made him blink at him in confusion. Then he was shuddering, his hands flying downwards to grab the long blonde locks as Hizashi delivered a lick from the base all the way up to the tip rubbing his piercing against it before he covered it with his mouth.

He shouted when Hizashi suckled, his tongue lapping at the slit before dipping his head down making his hips arch up only for hands to come up pressing his hips down as he gasped for a breath. Fuck, fuck! He could feel his thighs shaking as his toes curled tightly before twitching as he cried out breathlessly as his husband kept moving down. It was only when he was down to the base, the tip of his nose pressing against him, did he gasp.

In fact, he swore he gasped so deeply and so violently, that he heard the rasping quality to it as it scraped down his throat. Heaved a lungful of air down, feeling his chest heave with the motion as he paused to swallow. Then he used his air, his air that he wanted to save, to form words. He had to continue, anyhow, because what he saw in his mind was blending the memories with the videos they had just sat through, and he knew his memories were so much better, but it was- He just needed-!

"And-And then you'd fuck me so hard that it would creak and wo-wobble! So hard, so fast! And it'd be s-so gooood! So good, Zashi! Better than any fu-fucking video could ever m-make me feel!"

He screamed, howled, his words as he stared at the ceiling as he gripped and twisted those blonde locks around his fingers tightly when he was grinding his hips upwards when Hizashi swallowed. The movement was almost too much paired with the fingers that had bumped up to three, thrusting in and out of him while fanning out until he was writhing against the sheets gasping when Hizashi began to bob his head.

He loved when Hizashi went down on him whether it was for a blowjob or to eat him out, the man had a magical mouth no matter what he did and Shouta loved every damn second of it! He could hear the quiet sounds of Hizashi sucking at him, swallowing when he went down to the base, as he moved his fingers in time to the movements of his head making Shouta moan so loudly, so violently, that he felt his vocal cords straining.

His hands coaxed Hizashi downwards each time he went up and his hips were shamelessly rocking against his mouth each time he went to the base. He was sure he was going to lose his mind. All because of two videos they didn't even watch all the way through. He jerked when Hizashi pulled his fingers out, a whine that sounded closer to a keening sound, only to wail when the blonde pushed against his hands as he began sliding upwards giving a suck to the tip before popping off.

He was gulping air down, unsure if it was sobs flying out of him, but he was making some kind of strangled sound in between each lungful of air he took as Hizashi pulled his hands from his hair to sit up. He choked the sounds down the best he could which wasn't great, but he could hear Hizashi fussing with something for a moment, his head lifting as his chest heaved. He whimpered when he watched Hizashi rip open the condom in his hand viciously, like he couldn't get it open fast enough, his hands shaking as he rolled the condom on.

His movements were fast, jerking movements that trembled as he picked up the lube perhaps a bit too hard if the way he squirted a decent amount out onto the blankets but that didn't matter. It didn't matter because he was pressing a dollop onto his fingers then moving back between Shouta's legs, the black-haired man spreading them open with a whimper as the fingers dove down smearing the lube against the hole that twitched beneath his fingers.

He then reached out for Shouta's waist, lifting his lower half up and the man used his feet to push himself up just enough to help out the blonde who let his lips quirk into a little smile. He was reaching out for Hizashi, his hands shaking much like the rest of him, and then he was crying out so loudly in such a high tone that his right hand flew up to cover his mouth as Hizashi nudged at him before diving in.

He didn't know what to do with his left hand, didn't know if he was still reaching, but it quickly clapped over his right hand as he released another noise that was so lewd, so lustful, that even muffled it made embarrassment prickle. Hizashi's hands squeezed tightly at his waist when he bottomed out and he closed his eyes for a moment. He just needed a moment. Were his lashes wet?

He could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead, sliding down his temples, but did he have tears? Why? He didn't know, he couldn't understand why his eyes were watering but here they were. Was it the embarrassment? Or the euphoria of Hizashi’s erection twitching inside of him? He truly didn't know at this point but what he did know was he couldn't really believe he released anything like that! It was so-!

"Do-Don't do that, Sho!"

The blonde's hands then lifted from his waist to grab at his wrists gently but he shook his head as he opened his eyes to stare at his husband who was staring down at him with such hunger, such absolute lust, that it sent chills down his spine. The fingers lightly squeezed his wrists before tugging at them and he knew he could fight them, he could resist the tugging, but he didn't. Was it because he also wanted to hear himself?

Or because he knew it was a fruitless struggle? He let Hizashi pull his hands away from his mouth only for them to be pinned by his head, hands sliding up to interlock with his own tightly, and he whined softly as he looked up at his husband. God, he looked like he was going to devour him. And maybe he would let him. He was burning hot - he was on fire- and he would do anything Hizashi said. If he said to jump into a pile of broken glass, if he told him to break his own arms, or throw himself out the window he would do it.

He would do anything just for him to keep looking at him like that. "Let me hear you, baby! You sound more erotic, more fucking h-hot, than any Porn star could ever hope to be an-and I want to hear it! Please let me hear it, baby, please, please! Please!"

He clutched at Hizashi's hands fiercely, tight as he dared, when he felt the blonde grinding his hips slightly before pulling back just a bit before thrusting forward making a gasp fly out of him. He used the leverage of his feet and moved his own hips, pulling backwards before pushing forward to thump against the blonde's pelvis drawing a moan from the blonde as his hands squeezed his own.

He moved his hips again confidently, excitedly, drawing another sound from Hizashi only for it to melt into another moan that sounded far more throaty than the first and he shivered at the sound as he let his eyes shut. Concentrate, he needed to concentrate. He knew this position wasn't the best for moving as hard or fast as he could on his knees but he could still do both. He could still move as fast as he could, and he could still move as hard as he dared before his legs even thought of giving out.

He began moving his hips faster, his back sliding just a bit as he moved, and he loved the sound it was rewarded with as the blonde's hips began moving in time with Shouta. He shouted out wordlessly when Hizashi angled his hips just enough for his prostate to be hit, the pleasure that ripped up his spine was burning and left him feeling so hot that he wondered how the bed wasn't aflame yet.

He jerked his hips faster, aiming for a harder force that made Hizashi rock back just a bit before the blonde was growling at him thrusting just as hard into him and it had his legs shaking as he squeezed the hands in his. He whimpered softly at that look on his husband's face coupled with the growling, incohesive little words that slipped out and he could feel the muscles straining his legs to keep pushing, to keep moving as he began meeting his husband's thrusts.

He was spinning, flying through the emotions and sensations raking beneath his feverish skin and Hizashi's hands in his own were the only thing keeping him grounded as he clung onto them. Clung and dug his nails lightly into the backs of them as Hizashi's thrusts began adopting a pounding rhythm that he responded to eagerly, meeting them just a harshly as they were delivered until he was crying out.

The sound was high, reedy and it made another rush of embarrassment burst through him at the sound until he heard Hizashi moaning out in the same high manner, a keening sound. If he knew, at any point, that watching porn with his husband would make the sex following it this fucking hot he would have done it a long time ago. He whined when Hizashi wiggled his hands away from his making fingers curl tightly to his palms in the absence and he then yelped when Hizashi was moving his hands down dragging his nails against his thighs making the muscles jump.

He trailed his hand upwards making the skin quiver under his touch, Shouta squirming as his panting breaths seemed to hitch and shudder in anticipation and he watched the hand traveling past his hip. His hips paused in their thrusting to jump up eagerly when Hizashi lifted his hand to drag the back of his fingers against his stomach before smirking at him. The sound it pulled out of Shouta when his fingers finally, finally wrapped around his erection again was something he couldn't even place.

It was so much more than a cry but not quite a yell, nor a scream but maybe something in between? He wasn't sure but it was again high and louder before it deepened as Hizashi began stroking quickly in time with his thrusts making both men shudder at the sound as it choked off. It was hard to focus on anything, anything at all, outside of his husband's body moving desperately against his own and it was hard to hear anything besides the moans flying out of the blonde.

It was as if the moment he crawled on that bed, the moment he became fascinated with the pornos, the world had ceased to exist outside of their bedroom. He gasped for a breath, one that would help the strange spinning in his head, and it quickly came out as a loud moan leaving his lungs hungry for another proper breath, but he just couldn't manage it. His hips moved desperately, lustfully, in time with Hizashi's and it was all he could think about, all he could focus on.

In the moment it was all that mattered to him. He winced when Hizashi's moans began rising higher in pitch, his low groans sending shudders down his spine, and God if they weren't doing something to him. He hadn't been lying when he said Hizashi could make him feel better than any video could and the absolute smoldering, burning heat beneath his skin was testament to his words.

He whined when he felt his legs trembling lightly, as if growing tired, from the movements and he could feel his orgasm creeping up on him. As if every throb his erection gave dragged him closer to the edge. Did he say something about it? Should he say something? He hated the embarrassment that flooded him in bursts each time an overly lewd sound left his lips but loved the shuddering gasps it earned him from the blonde and the way he would get a few thrusts that were harder than the rest.

So hard that the sound of their skin meeting, slick and loud would become thunderous cracks from these thrusts and he wailed each time they were delivered. Now that his mind was aware, hyper focused in fact, on the orgasm that was building with an increasing pressure in his groin he was squirming against the sheets desperately as his hips worked to move faster, harder. Chasing the heat that he knew would rip through him, cresting and then making him shudder as it crashed around him.

He didn't want to hold it off, for once, and he didn't want to ignore it. He wanted to hunt down the orgasm building, desperate to jump off the edge, just because he knew he was too riled up. To desperate for his own good and he gritted his teeth for a moment before taking a breath that hissed down. He had to- He wanted to say- Where were his words to let Hizashi know that-! "Ah! Ah, ah, ah! Zashi, I ca-can't! I can't, can't, can't! It's too-! Everything is-! Yo-You're too much! Nnngh, I-I need-!"

"I know! I know, b-baby! God, I fucking kn-know!" Hizashi was howling as his nails dug into Shouta's thigh as his other squeezed just enough to make Shouta wail out just as loud as his husband, his legs trembling as his knees shifted to press against Hizashi making his movements stutter.

He planted his feet again as he resumed his frantic, frenzied movements as Hizashi clawed at him when he jerked his hips forward, grinding roughly against Shouta dragging another loud sound from his throat as his hips instinctively ground back against him. "Ohhh my fucking god! Shouta! Wh-Why didn't we do this before? It's- Fuck! Fucking hell! Sho, Sho, I love you! Goddamn, you're so r-riled up from two little videos? Mmmm! Ahh, yessss! Yes! Hell fucking yes, baby! Keep doing that! Nnngh! Like that, like that! Shit! I- Fuck me! Fuck me you're so fu-fucking good! I'm gonna-!"

He heard the click of teeth as Hizashi tried to control his howls by shutting his mouth, his hips slamming against his own with such intensity he wondered if the blonde would be sore tomorrow and if that meant they wouldn't be doing something new. Well, no, not necessarily. Hip soreness never really stopped Hizashi before. He was writhing, his hands pressing against his eyes again as lashes trembled from how tightly they clenched shut.

Then he felt his foot slip making his hands slide up to press the heels of his palms to his forehead. He quickly tried to put his foot down again only for it to slide against the sheets again before he could get it to stay in place. He was close, dangerously close, and he was trembling at the thought. "Do it! Do it, please! Pl-Please! Please, please, Zashi! Nnngh, yes! Ha-Harder, harder, harder! Harder, Zashi! Fas-Faster! Ah! Mmmmnn, I love you to-too! Motherfu- Ohhhh ssshit! Shit! Shit! ! Zashi, I'm-!"

He was howling just as loud as his husband when he felt the hand leave his throbbing erection making him wail loudly only to feel the hand slide down to his thigh and he was gasping as his legs were shoved upwards to his chest. It rendered him motionless and he moaned loudly, with that same Porn star lewdness to it, as Hizashi began delivering those pounding thrusts that he had come to love in the few times Hizashi had delivered them.

He was jerking his hips backwards harshly then slamming forward just as hard, the slapping of their skin ringing like shots as his thrusts had Shouta sliding just a bit with each one delivered. He could hear grunts leaving Hizashi each time his hips slammed forward, groans that rang out with such intensity he was sure it would vibrate even the heaviest object. Each slamming thrust hit and stimulated his prostate head on making his moan crest into a keening sound as his toes curled tightly, legs shaking in Hizashi's grasp.

He would have laughed at the sight of Hizashi's glasses flying off of his face any other time, any other day, but at the moment he couldn't, not when he didn't have the air for it. And even if he could laugh the air he did suck in was feeding into his moans and whimpers. He was on that edge, wavering and wobbling, his chest aching from the heaving movements and then-then-! He couldn't believe the scream that left his lips, shocked at the sound leaving him as it rang in the rooms rather thick and heady atmosphere making Hizashi whimper wildly.

His hands clawed and gripped at the sheets as his orgasm positively ripped through him, his body writhing as each throbbing twitch his erection gave rewarded it with a spurt of come that landed onto his stomach. His scream morphed into a scratchy, raspy moan as he trembled at the own loud shout that left his husband as his hips slammed forward once, twice and three more times before he was trembling against Shouta.

His moan, which he thought had been ending, ripped out of him anew at each throb his husband's erection gave as he held himself tightly against Shouta. His gasping breaths had his head spinning and he feared for just one second that he might faint. It was too much, too much, too much! Everything was unbearably hot, steaming against his feverish skin, and he was shaking as his gasps sounded scratchy, sounded like they were scraping his throat raw, and he could hear similar sounds leaving his husband.

And then it was over. The erection inside of him was stilling, softening slightly as Hizashi's fingers dug into his thighs, his head bowing forward making a few sweat droplets fall onto Shouta's own sweaty skin as the stillness seemed to make itself known. As if it wouldn't be ignored now that all movement had stopped. He whimpered quietly feeling the strain in his throat, the ringing in his throbbing ears that his mind called into focus now that he was burning up, when Hizashi pulled his hips back slowly.

He shivered when he slid out then flopped down onto the bed next to Shouta making it bounce under his weight as they panted quickly, the black-haired man turning his head to look at Hizashi who seemed to have the same idea. His face was red, a deep crimson, sweaty and absolutely euphoric as a droplet of the sweat ran down his cheek and Shouta knew he wasn't any better. He then watched the smile, wide and so completely smugly satisfied, curl over Hizashi's lips making his mustache twitch with the movement.

"S-So, thinking about that shitty table back in our shitty apartment really did it for you? Because of some dude getting fucked on a table in a porno?" Hizashi breathed out as he rolled onto his side reaching out to wrap his arm around Shouta's chest pulling him closer and he allowed himself to be tugged towards the blonde.

He wiggled closer as the amusement in Hizashi's voice made itself known and he shut his eyes as lips pressed to his sweaty forehead, feeling Hizashi wiggle before jerking a little grunt. Then a hand was pushing at the strands of hair clinging to his sweaty face softly, reverently, and stroking down the side of his face before the soft sound of fingers brushing over Shouta's stubble came audibly to both of them. Was Hizashi's voice always so muffled? So faint? Shit, did he do more damage to his ears than he thought?

"Mmmm, not exactly. I-I guess the first video kind of fueled it though." Shouta whispered feeling a small stab of embarrassment in his chest but the euphoric satisfaction weaving inside of him blocked out the chance of it being felt intensely.

Then he turned his head to kiss Hizashi's throat, feeling the vibration of the hum he got in response beneath his lips, and he then pulled back feeling the corners of his lips twitch when Hizashi looked at him with wide eyes. He could actually see one hearing aid sticking out more than the other and it nearly made him cackle at the sight, but he held it down as he allowed a small smile to curl at the corners of his lips making those lashes flutter as his eyes opened as wide as they could possibly go.

"But I decided. On this stupid little challenge of yours."

"And what's the verdict?" Hizashi asked with a breathless, hopeful tone as his eyes sparkled at him making him chuckle quietly, under his uneven breathing, and the blonde then blinked before cringing with curse as he rolled onto his back. "Give me a second, keep talking though!"

He then sat up, the bed bouncing lightly as he moved, and his legs spread awkwardly as he began pulling at the condom, grimacing a bit as he pulled it off carefully and tied it off making Shouta raise his brows at the tip of the condom. He never actually looked at a filled condom before and it had his cheeks flushing with a fresh blush, but he knew it would go unnoticed as his face was already so red without a doubt and he looked away when Hizashi's gaze flicked back to him.

"Well? I said keep talking, baby! I wanna hear what's going on in that coconut head of yours! Are you gonna tell me you wanna do it? Do you want to? Or do you not want to?"

Shouta smiled at the blonde's babbling when Hizashi began to pat the sheets for his glasses, blinking again once he realized they weren't on his face, and he cursed under his breath again as he found them where they'd fallen next to Shouta's side. Well, technically they fell on his stomach first and then fell to the side but he hadn't been concentrating enough on that in the moment.

Hizashi lifted the frames up then slid them into place, reached up to nudge his hearing aid back into place and turned to look at him with such excitement that he looked just like a child at Christmas time eyeing a pile of presents. He felt his own stomach flutter with that airy sensation, or butterflies as Hizashi liked saying, and cleared his throat before speaking as he let his smile widen up at the hopeful blonde.

"I'll do it."

#erasermic #eraserhead #present mic #fanfiction #smut #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

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lovelyrots · 1 year

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Tightly Bound

A request from @princeasimdiya12 featuring our favorite MHA teacher Aizawa!

Content Warnings - restraints + gag, aphrodisiac use, drowning, an attempt at gag speak was made

“Please man! You’ve gotta come! Let the new heroes handle the wild night and come party with us!” Shouta groans and pulls his phone away from his ear as Hizashi yells and whines.

“I said no-“ “BUT WHY NOT?!” Shouta can feel his eye twitching before he takes a deep calming breath. “If I wanted to dress up and stay up all night, then I’d just work.” He calmly explains while a headache begins pounding in the back of his head.

“You don’t have to be here all night. Just show up for an hour or two and then you can go home, please man?” Shouta leaves the other man to wait in silence for a few seconds before heaving out a sigh. “Fine. Just leave me alone next year.” Wisely, he quickly moves his phone away from his ear as his (best) friend yells his appreciation and promises of how much fun tonight will be.

“OH! You have to wear a costume, and before you say no- you already agreed to come so no backing out now.” With a fully formed headache now, Shouta hangs up and groans before getting up and trudging to his closet to look for the costume Joke had given him the other day-likely part of Hizashi’s plan.

“I swear, if either of them dressed like Jasmine, I’m leaving.” He mutters to himself as he pulls out the Aladdin costume and begins to change so he could just nap until he has to leave.

He grunts and strains against the material, the prince costume feeling a size too small and rubbing against him in all the worst ways. “It’s just one night and if anything rips then I can leave earlier than planned.” He tells himself as he ties his hair up and puts on the hat that came with the costume.

“Done, now I can go nap until I have to leave.” Sluggishly, he trods down the hall and falls face first onto his couch and not too soon after, one of his cats makes themselves comfortable on his back.

“Look who made it!” Shouta moves his hat to cover more of his face as everyone looks to the newcomer Hizashi all but announced. “I knew you’d make it! Though you worried me for a moment there, all that begging I did would have been for nothing!” Hizashi comes around and slings a blue painted arm around him.

“I’m going out for a smoke.” Shouta moves towards the vacant patio, a hand scrambling for his smokes tucked in the pocket of his costume as he breathes out a sigh of relief from the stares of the other partygoers.

“I should just leave after this, since I never told him how long I’d be here.” He murmurs as he brings his lighter out. “Or ya could leave now, Eraser.” A voice from behind says, but before he could turn around something smacks into his head and the world turns dark. The last thing Shouta sees are a pair of shiny black dress shoes.

When next Shouta comes to, it’s to the smell of sea water and something akin to berries and vanilla. “Alright, that’s enough. He’s already doused in the stuff, and that shot of it should start working soon.”

Shouta groans and blinks an eye open as he struggles to move, tight bindings keeping his body wrapped up and bound. “Hm? Well, well, well, look who’s up? It’s the bastard that put my brother behind bars. How ya feelin’? A little tied up?” Shouta attempts to glare at the man taunting him before going to talk and finding his mouth also tightly gagged and bound.

“Ya know, my little brother was almost killed by his cell mate. An attempted drowning in the toilet. Ain’t that one of the worst ways to go? What do you think?” A twisted grin warps its way onto the smartly dressed man’s face as he stares down at Shouta.

“Ah fink yiff fucke vhen ah fet freh.” Shouta manages through his gag, while the unnamed man laughs down at him. “Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Ah well, couldn’t have been important. Toss him in, boys.” It’s then that Shouta notices the other men surrounding him as they move forward and grab him and heave him over the pier into the cold water below.

Shouta struggles against his bindings as he’s dragged down by an iron ball chained around his ankles, with the icy water biting at his bare feet and soaking through to his clothes.

That’s not what worries him though, it’s the way his skin starts feeling hotter with each passing second while his lungs start to burn. His mind flashes back to what he heard as he was waking up, something about a shot and being doused in something. His thrashing increases as he grows more desperate for air, but the way his costume and bindings run against his skin increases the heat building under his skin and sends blood rushing down his body.

Against all rational thought, his cock starts aching and the need for release starts to make itself known. The unknown drug running through his body probably isn’t helping either. While his cock is straining against his clothing and wrappings, his heart is hammering away with each second his skin flares.

His body soon stops mindlessly thrashing and his hips start involuntarily jerking back and forth, creating friction on his cock. Maybe it was the loss of air or the drug running through his body, but at some point his mind’s priorities started to switch to getting as much friction as possible.

He shudders, lets out a garbled moan and feels his body relax as he’s unexpectedly pushed over the edge. His vision starts to fade to black while a yellow light shines down on him in the slightly murky water, thanks to his forced orgasm.

His eyes slide shut just as something wraps around him, the world being tuned out as his body finally grows as cold as the water surrounding him.

#mha #bnha #shoto aizawa #tw restraints #tw gagging #tw aphrodisiacs #tw attempted drowning

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quirkwizard · 2 years

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Of UA teachers, which would you change the aliases of? Personally, I would change Midnight to Knockout (references both Quirk and appearance), change Eraserhead to Drain (referencing both Quirk (in a way) and his constant sleepiness) and I would've given Nezu the name Lab Rat.

I’m not sure how good a name like Lab Rat is for someone like Nezu, the guy who was tortured by humans as a lab rat. It feels like trying to rename Tensei to Wheelie Bro.

Ken Isiyama aka Cementoss: Not entirely bad, just boring. I guess there is only so much you can do with concrete without it sounding uninteresting. Maybe something like the Hardtop Hero, Roadworker?

Sorahiko Torino aka Gran Torino: I get this name and how it conveys his character, but it is a little weird to have your hero name be a movie title in universe. I would suggest the Breathtaking Hero, Shear Wind. Wind shear is a term for wind moving over a short distance, referencing his quick, powerful style.

Hizashi Yamada aka Present Mic: I’m sure there’s some Japanese word play about it, but I don’t get Present Mic as a hero name, especially someone like Yamada. You think it’d be something with more flare. Things like the Howling Hero, Uproar, for his passion or The MC Hero, DJ Supersonic for his DJ skills.

Snipe: Another boring name, something that is especially disappointing considering that he has with a lot to work with with his Quirk and looks. Something like the Marshall Hero, Peacemaker. That incorporates both his guns skills and his wild west look. Thar or maybe the Quickdraw Hero, Sureshot.

Ectoplasm: This is probably one of the most confusing names in the setting. Is it about the goo he makes? That seems like a bizarre thing to base your hero name around. Why not something that works more with his Quirk like the Cloning Hero, Everyman. If you want to incorporate his mathematical skills, you could always go with the Dividing Hero, Multiplier.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Hizashi Yamada #Present Mic #Ken Ishiyama #Cementoss #Sorahiko Torino #Gran Torino #Snipe #Ectoplasm #MHA Meta #MHA Theory

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silvfyre-writings · 1 year

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Aizawa Cares Pt. 22 (MHA Fanfic)

Hello, it's me, once again, slowly crumbling underneath the workload I placed on myself. But that's okay because I've gotten ahead a little on this fic (thank god) and hopefully I'll finish my other fic soon so I can focus on smashing out the remaining chapters I have planned!

So enjoy the chapter!

Also I want to bring your attention to the following: I am not a mental health expert. I am not a therapist, therefore there may be inaccuracies in how things are handled within the fic. Thank you.

Aizawa’s students seemed to attract all the trouble the universe had to offer, going through traumatic event after traumatic event. Not only that, but many of his students had come to him with unchecked trauma because of neglectful parents, or said student being too scared or prideful to accept their own shortcomings or ask for help when they clearly needed it. Lucky for them, Aizawa had no plans to let their trauma’s run wild, and that was why, more than three-quarters into the school year, most of his class was in therapy for one reason or another. Some of his kids had therapy with him, while others had sessions with Hound Dog; some even met up with Nemuri, but that was mostly his female students. One student that surprised him was Kaminari, the boy choosing to go to Hizashi, but Aizawa figured that was because the two were similar in a way. He would never judge his student’s choice of counsellor; just glad that they were getting the help they needed.

It was coming up towards the end of the school term, meaning his students—and his colleagues—would get two weeks off to rest and prepare for the next term. It also meant that it was time for Aizawa to check in on his students’ progress in their counselling sessions, which would determine whether or not they had to continue them once school resumed. Since the last check-in, more of his students—and some of the Class B kids—had ended up having sessions with Hound Dog. Aizawa felt a little guilty for giving the man so much work, but Hound Dog never complained. The counsellor enjoyed helping others, and was always ready to help a student—or teacher—no matter what time it was. It was what Aizawa liked about the dog-quirked teacher the most. He had a theory that it was Hound Dog’s quirk that gave him those feelings; after all, dogs were a mans best friend, or so they said. Aizawa was more of a cat person—not that that meant he’d start to confide in Shishido. That man was a menace to the very earth he walked upon.\

Thud!

Aizawa flinched back, having been so lost in his thoughts that he’d managed to run into a door. He quickly glanced around, glad that there was no one around to see what happened. That’ll teach me to not be distracted. Aizawa thought, although he partially blamed the shut door in front of him. Hound Dog usually left his office door open so that anyone could come in; only shutting it if he wasn’t inside. Just in case, he raised a hand and knocked, listening as footsteps came up to the door.

It wasn’t Hound Dog that opened it though.

Ah. Vlad King stood in front of him, an amused look on his face, and Aizawa knew immediately that his fellow teacher had put two and two together about what had happened. “What would your students say, Eraser, knowing you just ran into a door?”

“Shut up.” Aizawa huffed. “Is Hound Dog here?”

Vlad stepped to the side, opening the door more to let Aizawa step into the room. “He is, he’s just in a session with one of my kids. Can I ask why?”

Aizawa looked around the room, appreciating how warm and cosy Hound Dog had made it; the room was split into two parts, a waiting room, and then the actual room where the guidance counsellor would talk with those that needed him. “I can wait. I’m just checking in on how my own students are doing.”

“Ah, that time of year already, is it?” Vlad asked, giving him a knowing look. There was no fooling the other man about how much he cared about his student’s wellbeing, not when Vlad was just as guilty of doing the same. “Don’t most of your students come to you for counselling, though?”

Aizawa shook his head, making his way over to the couch and collapsing into it. “Only Bakugo actually. The rest of them talk to Hound Dog.”

Vlad nodded, coming over and sitting beside him. They didn’t share anymore words, not needing to. Besides, the office was best enjoyed when there was quiet; it just seemed wrong to talk in such a peaceful room.

After several minutes had passed, the door opened, Hound Dog stepping through with Monoma following behind him. The boy looked downcast, eyes puffy and rimmed with red; something had clearly upset the boy recently, but whether it was the session he’d just had or whatever had brought him to Hound Dog’s office in the first place, Aizawa didn’t know. He just watched as Vlad stood, Monoma going straight to his teacher and burying his face into his chest. Aizawa suddenly felt like he was intruding.

Thank goodness for Hound Dog understanding the situation. “Eraser, if you want to head through, I’ll be with you in just a moment. I just need to talk to Vlad for a sec.”

“There’s no rush.” Aizawa said, quickly escaping to the other room and closing the door behind him. He sat in one of the many chairs in the office and just fiddled with his capture scarf, waiting for Hound Dog to walk through the door. The office was set up much like the other room, but was filled with plenty of comfort items that those visiting might use; mostly plush toys and cushions, but there were also plenty of toys that one would fidget with.

Aizawa had one of those toys in hand when Hound Dog finally walked back through the door. He stared at the dog-quirked man, who just stared back at him with a non-judgemental look. “They are there for everyone, Eraser, even the teachers.” Hound Dog said, coming to sit in the chair next to him. “You’re here to check on your kids, yes?”

“That’s right.” Aizawa put the toy back to where he’d grabbed it from. “Some of the kids seeing you want to go home for the break, but I want to make sure they’re in the right mental space for it first.”

“I see.” Hound Dog moved around to his desk, reaching into a draw and pulling out a small stack of folders; the files of his students currently in counselling. Honestly, Aizawa was glad that the stack was relatively small, even though he had expected it to be a little bigger. “Well, I think most of them would be alright to go home. But let’s take a look.”

Aizawa reached across the desk and grabbed the file that was on top of the pile, Yaoyorozu’s name on the front of it. It was the thinnest of the files, a testament to how quickly the girl had fought to overcome her trauma. “Yaoyorozu should be fine, shouldn’t she?”

Hound Dog nodded. “She’s a strong girl. I only had a few sessions with her, but she responded really well. She’s fine to go home, but I’d like to check in with her when she comes back. Same with Uraraka. She’s doing very well so I’m confident that she’ll be okay to go home.”

“You’re sure?” Aizawa frowned, recalling to an incident a few weeks ago where Uraraka had fallen back into bad habits with how much food she ate. Strangely enough, it had been Bakugo that had tracked him down and told him it was happening, although he shouldn’t have been surprised; the boy probably didn’t want a repeat of the time Uraraka had screamed at him over using too much food. Since then, he’d gently forced Uraraka into more sessions with Hound Dog, and he wasn’t quite sure the girl was ready to go home yet.

“I’m sure. Our last session together showed great progress, and I think being able to see her parents will help in her recovery even more.” Hound Dog explained. The man was flipping through a different file now. “I am unwilling to send Kirishima home, however.”

Aizawa put Yaoyorozu’s file back on the desk. “I assume he’s still not ready to come back to school then?”

“I’m afraid not. I worry that my counselling may not be enough for the boy.” Hound Dog sighed. “We’ve made progress, but it’s been slow progress. What happened during his work study shattered him, and it’s up to us to pick up the pieces. But we can’t rush it, we can only go at Kirishima’s pace.”

“I understand.” Aizawa said. He recalled Kirishima was one of the students that had requested to go home. He only hoped that the boy would understand why they couldn’t send him home. But maybe, just maybe, they’d be able to arrange for his family to come and visit him on campus. “I’ll talk to him about it.

“Okay. That just leaves… Jiro and Todoroki. Jiro can go home; I have no issue with that. We had our final session just yesterday.”

Aizawa nodded, relieved that one of his kids no longer required Hound Dog’s services. He’d been worried when Jiro had come to him asking about Hound Dog, but the girl had reassured him that she was doing alright, she just wanted to talk to someone about what had happened at the radio station. So he’d escorted his student up to Hound Dog’s office and the counsellor had happily agreed to work through the incident with Jiro. The result had been a much more at ease Jiro; a relief for Aizawa to see.

“Eraser?” Hound Dog’s voice interrupted his thoughts. He blinked, giving his colleague an apologetic look.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked how Todoroki was doing?”

Aizawa frowned. “He’s doing counselling with you, isn’t he?”

“No, we haven’t had a session in weeks. He told me he decided to do counselling with you.”

“I’ve only had sessions with Bakugo, and the occasional one with Kaminari.” Aizawa said, a frown on his face. Todoroki wasn’t the type of student to lie about what he was doing; Aizawa didn’t even think the boy was capable of doing so in the first place. He was far too blunt about whatever was going through his mind. Aizawa sighed. “Leave Todoroki with me. There might be something going on.”

“Alright. Do let me know if he wants to continue working with me, I’m happy to restart whenever he’s ready.” Hound Dog said. “Will you let him go home?”

“He’s the one student that hasn’t requested to go home.” Aizawa answered. “Same with Bakugo, but I’m going to talk to him about that when I go check on everyone.”

“Well, that looks like everyone. From the way you made it sound in your email, I thought this was going to take all day.”

Aizawa rolled his eyes, standing from the chair. “That’s because I thought more of my students were in long-term counselling. But clearly, I was wrong.”

“That’s a good thing, Eraser. It means your students are learning to cope with what happens to them. Many of them still come by, even if we don’t have regular sessions anymore.” Hound Dog smiled at him, somehow soothing despite how terrifying it looked. “Is that all you need me for?”

Aizawa went to nod when a particular third-year crossed his mind. “Actually, just one more person. Amajiki Tamaki.”

“The third year? He’s not one of your students.”

“I know. But I helped him through an anxiety attack a couple of months ago, so I just wanted to know how he’s doing.” Aizawa explained.

Hound Dog looked thoughtful, and after a minute, began to speak. “Amajiki’s alright. I’ve been seeing him since he was a first-year so I’m well acquainted with his mental state. He tends to bounce up and down, but he always comes to me before it gets worse.”

“Thank you. I won’t keep you from your work any longer.” Aizawa gave a polite bow to the counsellor, who simply waved at him, before leaving the room, making sure to shut the office door behind him. As he entered the hallway though, he made sure that that door remained open.

Now began the fun part; tracking down his students to check in on them.

Aizawa found he’d rather eat his scarf than do that.

Aizawa decided to start with Todoroki, since there were only a few places that the boy could actually be; although he did send emails out to the other student’s he wanted to talk to let them know to keep a lookout for him. Once the emails were sent, he put his phone away and began to hunt Todoroki down. He was going to get to the bottom of why the boy had stopped going to his counselling sessions and then lied about it.

It didn’t take him long to find Todoroki, for the boy was in the common room of the dorms, quietly studying with Midoriya and Iida at the coffee table, while Tokoyami and Ojiro watching some sort of show together. It was hard to tell with the television muted, but there wasn’t much else that his students watched other than documentaries, and whatever this was, it wasn’t a documentary.

“Todoroki.” He called out, watching as the entire common room descended into silence, several heads swivelling to stare at the boy in question. Todoroki met his eyes with his usual blank expression, although Aizawa could see through the blankness straight to the uneasiness the boy was hiding. “Come with me, please.”

He waited for the boy to climb to his feet before making his way out of the dorms where they’d be able to get some privacy. Normally, he’d meet with the students in their own rooms, but he recalled that Todoroki’s room was styled traditionally, meaning the kid didn’t have a chair and bed they could hold a conversation from. It was for this reason, that he led Todoroki towards one of the benches outside the dorms. He gestured for Todoroki to sit, watching as the kid did so. It appeared that Todoroki had realized this was going to be a serious conversation, for the boy sat ramrod straight, fists clenched and just looking rather stiff in general.

Aizawa crouched in front of his student so that Todoroki was above him. “You aren’t in trouble, Todoroki.”

“If I’m not in trouble, then why did you want to speak with me?” Todoroki retorted, looking very uncomfortable with the situation.

“Because I’ve just spoken with Hound Dog, and he tells me you’ve stopped seeing him.” Aizawa said, doing his best to maintain a calm expression, even though he wanted nothing more than to frown. It wouldn’t have been a frown for Todoroki to worry about, but the boy already struggled with emotions, he didn’t want to make it worse by making Todoroki think he was mad; especially since the moment the words had left his mouth, Todoroki had paled. “Not only that, but Hound Dog told me that you’d told him you were going to do sessions with me. And that isn’t something we’ve discussed.”

Todoroki dropped his gaze, moving his hands to sit between his knees. Todoroki shrugged.

“That’s not an answer kid.” Aizawa sighed. “I sent you to Hound Dog because it was something you needed. So why did you stop?”

“I don’t know.” Todoroki’s voice was so quiet, Aizawa had to strain to hear it. “I just didn’t need them anymore.”

“That’s for Hound Dog and myself to decide, not you.” Aizawa said. “If you thought the sessions weren’t helping, then you should’ve come to me about it and we could’ve worked through it. It’s not good to just stop suddenly without warning.”

Todoroki huffed, the first display of actual emotion that wasn’t discomfort. “I’m fine. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“The problem is, Todoroki, that you are not fine—”

“I am.”

“Don’t interrupt me.” Aizawa allowed a small frown to adorn his face. Todoroki flinched away from him, and the guilt rose within him. “Todoroki. Someone told me about what you said at the sports festival. About your home life.”

The reaction was instant. Flames flickered to life on Todoroki’s left side, and frost coated his right just as quick, as panic flitted across Todoroki’s face. Aizawa, just as quick, activated his quirk to prevent an accident, and reached out to rest his hands against Todoroki’s knees, gently coaxing the boy to release the white-knuckling grip he had on them. “Breathe kid, I’ve suspected your home life wasn’t great since I first met you. Just because someone told me it was true doesn’t mean I see you any differently.”

Todoroki took a shaky breath, eyes wide and slightly glazed over. It was a worrying look to witness on his student, that further confirmed Todoroki needed the counselling sessions that he’d stopped going to. “It’s fine.”

“It’s not. What happened to you and your family was wrong, Todoroki, and anyone who ever ignored what was happening behind closed doors is just as bad as the villains you apprehend.” Aizawa soothed.

Todoroki was silent, pondering over Aizawa’s words carefully. After several minutes of prolonged silence, Todoroki spoke. “You’re the first person to actually care.”

Aizawa’s heart clenched. He truly wished that time travel existed in that moment so he could go back in time and beat the absolute shit out of Endeavour for putting his family through what he’d heard. But he knew it wouldn’t do any good. He’d watched as Todoroki supported his father in the High End battle, and watched him come to accept the fire side of himself. The Todoroki family was starting to heal in its own way, and even though he wanted nothing more than to keep Todoroki away from his father, it was ultimately Todoroki’s decision in the end. So if Todoroki wanted to try and have a better relationship with his father, he would quietly support his student in his endeavour. “You should’ve had more than one person care about your situation, Todoroki, and I’m sorry no one took the time to help you and your siblings when you needed it most.”

Todoroki hummed, but didn’t say anything more.

That was okay, Aizawa had more to say. “And that is why I got you to start meeting with Hound Dog, so that you could try and get yourself the help you needed.”

“Hound Dog-sensei doesn’t understand.” Todoroki tried to argue.

“Then meet with me instead. You wouldn’t be the first of your classmates to do so.” Aizawa countered.

“Can I think on it?”

I’d rather get an answer now. Aizawa thought, but he kept the words to himself. They would just make Todoroki less inclined to seek him out. “Alright. But it’s either Hound Dog or myself, Todoroki. Okay?”

Todoroki sighed, sounding rather unhappy with his options. “Okay, Sensei.”

“Good, kid. You can go back to your classmates now.” Aizawa stood, shoving his hands into his pockets and tilting his head towards the dorm, watching as Todoroki stared at him, slowly climbing to his feet before rushing back into the dorm, the door closing quietly behind him.

One student down, a few more to go.

The next student he was going to track down was Kirishima. Ideally, he had wanted to talk to Kirishima first, but since he’d managed to find Todoroki first, it had made sense to do the dual-quirked boy first. But now he could track Kirishima down. Which shouldn’t be too hard since the boy was still out of school because of the traumatic incident he’d been through only a month ago. An incident that had pretty much left Kirishima a broken shell of his former self.

Aizawa had an idea of where Kirishima might be; since the boy was out of school for the time being, Kirishima hadn’t really been up to leaving the dorms, spending most of his time in his room with at least one of his friends with him. Aizawa was really proud of how Kirishima’s friends had stepped up to become a crutch for their friend; working together to make sure that Kirishima hadn’t been alone in the early days of the incident. And while Aizawa wished they didn’t miss school, but he wasn’t going to stop them when they were doing the very things they’d been taught to do.

So, Aizawa trekked up the stairs to the fourth floor, walking the familiar path to the redhead’s room, and gently knocking on the door. He could hear what sounded like Bakugo in the room—which honestly, wasn’t hard to do considering just how loud the boy was—and he could also hear some other voices that immediately silenced once he’d knocked. The door squeaked open just a crack, a red eye peering at him through it. Aizawa wasn’t surprised; Bakugo could deny all he wanted that he wasn’t friends with his classmates, but it was actions like these that proved just how much he cared for them.

“What do you want?” Bakugo snapped, opening the door a little wider.

“I’m here to talk to Kirishima. And you as well, but Kirishima first.”

“Ugh, fuck, it’s check in already?” Bakugo sighed, not giving Aizawa the chance to respond before shouting over his shoulder. “Oi, you dumb fucks, we gotta leave for a bit.”

“Watch it, you sound like you actually like us.” Kaminari joked, squeezing past the angry blonde and skedaddling off down the hallway, waving at Aizawa over his shoulder.

“Shut up!” Bakugo screeched, throwing the door open entirely in his anger.

Jiro merely rolled her eyes as she left the room, although she paused to talk to Aizawa. “What’s check in time, Sensei?”

Just as soon as Aizawa had the words ready to go, Bakugo beat him to it. “It’s when Sensei fucking checks in with all the therapy kids. It’s annoying as hell.”

“Bakugo is correct.” Aizawa sighed. “School holidays are coming up and many of you wish to go home. Hound Dog and I work through it all to see if that’s a possibility for everyone.”

“Oh.” Jiro frowned. “Will you need to speak with me then?”

“No, you’ll be fine, Jiro. It’s more for the students who’ve been in counselling for some time now.” Aizawa reassured the girl, who gave him a nod and continued on down the hall, Sero following a moment later. “Ashido, out.”

The pink girl puffed her cheeks out at him. “Sorry, Kiri!” The girl apologized to her redheaded friend, patting him on the shoulder before leaving the room. Aizawa turned his eyes onto Bakugo, staring at the boy until Bakugo huffed and stormed back to his room, the door slamming behind him. Now it was just him and Kirishima.

Kirishima, who was staring at him like he was a court judge about to hand down a life sentence. And honestly, Aizawa couldn’t see how this conversation could go well at all. Kirishima’s eyes drifted down to stare at his bed. “I’m not going home, am I?”

“I’m afraid not.” Aizawa crossed the room and perched himself on the bed beside his student. “Hound Dog and I discussed it and we don’t believe sending you home is the best option right now. He was concerned with how you were progressing in your counselling sessions.”

Tears welled up in Kirishima’s eyes. “I’m trying! I want to get better, Sensei, but it’s hard!”

“I know, kid. No one said recovery was easy, and any progress is good progress.” Aizawa soothed. “And just because we can’t safely let you go home, doesn’t mean you can’t see your parents. If you’d like, I can reach out to them and arrange for them to come to UA and visit you here at the dorms.”

Kirishima perked up a little at his words, a little bit of hope adorning his face. “Really? You’d do that?”

“Of course. And you won’t be alone at the dorms either. Some of your classmates are staying on campus for the school break.”

Kirishima nodded, and a silence descended upon the room. Aizawa was surprised at how well Kirishima had taken his request being denied, but that was just what Kirishima was like. It had just been so long since he’d seen that side of his student, he’s forgotten what it was like. It was proof that Kirishima truly was recovering from his ordeal, even if it didn’t look like it at first.

Aizawa couldn’t help but ask. “Has Hound Dog spoken to you about speaking to someone else other than him?”

“Yeah…” Kirishima dropped his head again. “He asked me last time we spoke if I’d like to speak with an actual therapist.”

“And?”

“I told him I’d think about it. I’m supposed to give him an answer at my next session.” Kirishima shrugged. “I don’t know how to feel about it.”

“Why’s that?” Aizawa asked.

“I… dunno. I guess I’m just scared? Talking to Hound Dog about what happened is one thing, but a stranger I don’t know? What if they don’t think I can be a hero?”

“That’s not up to them to decide, Kirishima. They can certainly advise against it if it’ll be beneficial to your health, but they can’t make you not be a hero. That’s still your decision.”

Kirishima let out a breath, looking relieved. Aizawa had a feeling that his student had been feeling like he couldn’t become a hero for some time, and he mentally kicked himself for not noticing it until now. “Thanks, Aizawa-sensei. I’ll think on it, but I might accept Hound Dog’s offer.”

Aizawa sent Kirishima a small smile. “Whatever you decide Kirishima, know that I’m proud of you. And if you need anything, just let me know, okay?”

“Okay.”

Aizawa had stayed with Kirishima for a little longer after their conversation, just making sure that the boy wasn’t too upset about not going home. Kirishima had reassured him that while he hated not being able to go, he also understood why. Which was why, once he’d checked in with everyone, he was going to call Kirishima’s parents and arrange for them to come out, safety protocols be damned.

Thankfully, the next student he had to talk to was only next door to Kirishima, so once Aizawa had left Kirishima’s room, he walked the few steps to Bakugo’s room and knocked, listening as feet stomped up to the door, said door thrown open wildly. Aizawa didn’t even get a chance to speak before Bakugo growled at him. “I’m not going home, and we don’t need to fucking discuss it.”

“You can’t avoid this, Bakugo.” Aizawa sighed. This was what happened last time he’d come to check in with the explosive boy, and it had taken far too long to get Bakugo to even talk to him about how he was feeling. He only hoped this time was a little easier. “You’ve done these enough to know it’s more than determining if you can go home.”

“I’m fine. Less angry or whatever shit you want me to say. I apologized to fucking Deku as well, so you can get off my back about that.” Bakugo wasn’t shouting, but he certainly wasn’t whispering either; a feat Aizawa had never actually witnessed before.

“Bakugo. Can we please talk inside?” Aizawa insisted. “Cooperate and this talk will only be five minutes instead of the hour we took last time.”

“Ugh! Fucking fine!” Bakugo stepped aside, letting Aizawa into his room before slamming the door shut. “What do you need to know that you don’t already?”

Aizawa stayed where he was just by the entrance, not moving to sit like he had in Kirishima’s room. He had a feeling if he tried to do so, Bakugo would try to blast him—not that he’d let that happen of course. But it was best to avoid causing problems where they didn’t have to exist in the first place. “Well for starters, do your parents know you aren’t coming home this break?”

“Yes.”

“And how did they react to that?”

“The Hag got mad, what else did you expect her to do?” Bakugo huffed. “I told her I wouldn’t come home until she got her shit sorted out ‘cause I was tired of being screamed at. She got real quiet then and hung up on me.”

Well, that was progress. Anytime Aizawa had tried to talk to Bakugo about his homelife—especially after he’d had to collect his student from his home that one time—the boy only redirected to something else. And if Aizawa tried to press the issue, Bakugo would just get mad and refuse to cooperate for the rest of the session. This was the first time he was willingly talking about it.

“That’s good. I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself.” Aizawa said. “Do I need to expect a phone call from your mother then at some point?”

“Maybe, I dunno. You’ll probably get one from Auntie Inko first.”

Aizawa nodded. He always forgot how close Bakugo and Midoriya used to be; only being reminded whenever Bakugo mentioned his relationship to the latter’s mother. “Alright, I’ll keep a lookout. You said you apologized to Midoriya? When was this?”

“After our last session, idiot, when else? Deku fucking cried a lot and said he forgave me, the stupid idiot.” Bakugo refused to meet his eyes, but Aizawa had been a teacher for far too long to not notice the wet sheen of unshed tears on Bakugo’s own eyes. He had a feeling that there was more to the apology than Bakugo was telling him, but he wasn’t going to press. That could wait until their next actual session.

“Good. You’ve made a lot of progress over the year, Bakugo, and I’m very proud of you for it.” Aizawa was proud of Bakugo; the boy had come to him an angry young man with a lot of hidden problems, but he’d responded well to Aizawa trying to work through them with him—even if they ended up hitting a brick wall more often than not.

“Great, thanks. Are we done now?” The usual faint blush that came whenever Bakugo received praise that he didn’t know what to do with, appeared on the boy’s cheeks and he kicked at the flooring of his room.

Aizawa couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Yes, we’re done now. Enjoy the rest of your day, Bakugo.”

“Yeah, yeah, get the fuck out of my room already, old man!”

The final student that Aizawa had to talk to was Uraraka, so that he could let the girl know that she’d be able to go home, but also to check on how she was doing. The only problem was finding Uraraka. He hadn’t seen her in the dorm with the rest of her usual friend group, which probably meant that she wasn’t in the dorm. Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen the other girls minus Jiro, so he wagered that Uraraka must be with them. Aizawa walked back down to the ground floor, glancing around the room once more to see if his missing student was there; which she was not. He turned his attention towards the small group he’d interrupted earlier. “Have any of you seen Uraraka?”

Midoriya looked up at him with wide eyes, a thoughtful expression on the boy’s face. “I think she mentioned something about going to Gamma, Sensei.”

Gamma? Whatever for? Aizawa frowned. “Is she with anyone else?”

“I believe that Yaoyorozu and Hagakure went with her, Sensei!” Iida exclaimed, looking very much like steam was about to come out his ears from thinking too hard. Aizawa was surprised that it hadn’t yet happened.

“Thank you, Iida, Midoriya.” Aizawa quickly let his students be, making the trek over towards Gym Gamma. He had no idea what his students were even doing at the gym, especially since they hadn’t asked him for permission to be there; something he’d insisted on since the incident a few weeks ago. But as the building appeared in his line of sight, he found he needn’t have worried in the first place, because the girls were simply outside the building, doing what looked like yoga. Or some weird form of it at least. For his own sanity, Aizawa decided to just think of them stretching.

“Uraraka.” He called upon approach. Aizawa spotted Jiro with them; the girl must’ve told Uraraka what he was doing, for Uraraka just called back to him.

“Just a second, Aizawa-sensei!”

Aizawa waited while the girls finished up their stretches, leaning against a tree and studying the ground. He looked up as he heard footsteps approach, Uraraka coming to a stop with a smile on her face. “Is this about my sessions with Hound Dog?”

“Partly.” Aizawa said. “You made a request to go home for a week during the break, and to do that, Hound Dog and I had to discuss whether or not it would be beneficial or harmful for you to do so.”

“Oh.” Uraraka’s expression dropped. “I can’t go home then?”

Aizawa raised an eyebrow, but not before throwing a quick glance at Jiro. He’d have to have a word with his students about saying things to specific people before he’d even had a chance to talk to the person about it. “Actually, Hound Dog thinks you going home would be helpful in your recovery, so yes, Uraraka, you will be allowed to return home for the break.”

“Really?” Uraraka’s smile was like the sun had been placed right in front of him; it was that bright. “Oh my god, thank you, Sensei! Even after my breakdown I can still go?”

“Yes. Hound Dog will probably want to talk to you about it before you do go home, but he gave you the all clear.” Aizawa said. “I do want to express, however, that if being at home is hurting you more than helping, then please come back to the dorm.”

“I understand, Sensei.” Uraraka nodded, hesitating for a moment before throwing her arms around his waist. Aizawa blinked at the unexpected hug, but allowed his student to continue until she finally pulled away, running back towards her classmates without a word, shouting excitedly about what she was going to do at home. Aizawa couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It sucked that some of his best students were in counselling so early in their lives, but he was also proud of them for taking the measures necessary to help themselves from falling into a pit of darkness. Too many heroes at been lost to such an ailment, and he would do everything he could to prevent any of his kids from following suit. It may not work for them all in the end, but for now, it was working, and that was the main thing.

#mha fanfic #bnha fanfic #aizawa shouta #dadzawa #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #therapy #hurt/comfort #mha #bnha #fanfic #writing

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primeraser · 2 years

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HERE’S A wild headcanon for you all ; shouta actually does not hate ms . joke at all , no matter what people say . if anything , he cares for her , as she is not only one of the few people that try and interact with him each time , but that seem to care for him as well . people forget they canonly worked together for MONTHS on a few missions , and that right away means you have to build trust with whoever you’re working with , as well as some sort of chemistry . not only that , but we also saw that they can talk and do talk well when more in private ( aka when they were watching their classes fight ) .

he doesn’t mind her jokes ; are they annoying sometimes ? yes , yes . but people also like to ignore the fact that shouta has been dealing with both hizashi’s and nemuri’s jokes for years before that . if anything , of all heroes beside those two , eraserhead definitely has the experience in dealing with emi’s jokes . and he also understands that the jokes are part of her personality : honestly , had it been hizashi the one to say marry me , eraserhead ! people wouldn’t find it annoying ? but because it’s her , they don’t like it ? i personally see it as her openly annoying shouta because emi knows that will annoy him , and he just sighs because why me - but not because he hates her !

therefore , you can’t tell me that whenever one of them is on each other’s cities that they don’t go for a drink to catch up .

#here's my wild thoughts for y'all #* HEADCANONS // in the end ; as you fade into the night - who will tell the story of your life ?

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black-and-yellow · 3 years

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CAN’T stop sketching Mic

This is a cry for help.

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violetlunette · 2 years

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So I've asked about character your meh on like Shinsou, but who are some of your faves?

Well, since you asked!

My favorites are All Might, Aizawa, and Present Mic.

These three are tied for #1. I love them all differently but the same.

All Might: First off, All Might is adorable. He may be conventionally attractive, but he’s still a sweet sunflower man that I adore. I don’t care that he looks like a skeleton or a nutcracker in his Small Might form, and looks a bit weird in his Big Might form, he’s cute! And that cuteness all comes from his personality.

He’s sweet, kind, gentle, loving, and genuine in all that he does. All Might treats everyone he meets with kindness and respect—minus a select few—while showing honest appreciation. Despite all his wonderful qualities though, he’s not perfect. He’s too self-sacrificing, he can’t always read people properly, and as a teacher, he made more than a few mistakes. But he doesn’t give up; he admits when he screwed up and takes steps to get better. This brings me to his arc;

For all the crap I give the story about Bakagou’s arc, I adore the detail and attention to All Might’s. He started out as nobody and became the most notable and powerful hero in the world—now he’s losing his power and going back to being a “nobody.” Instead of killing All Might—like most mentors—the story gives All Might a new chapter with new challenges to overcome. His time as a hero is over, and he can’t do what he did before, but All Might still has a purpose, and he can still help. He can pass along his knowledge, he can support others, he can use his All Might brain to help.

That’s another thing I love, All Might isn’t just a dumb “himbo.” He’s got muscles, but he’s got brains too. Big brains that he puts to use helping people. He’s not kind because he’s naive or ignorant, he’s kind because he chooses to be. And uses his brains to find value in all his fellow heroes, like Present Mic; Mic is a hero who gets zero respect despite being great at what he does. All Might sees the effort in what he does as an entertainment hero and genuinely admires Mic for it.

He’s also very funny. Despite having the weight of the world on his back like Atlas, he’s not all gloom and doom, in fact, he’s a very cheerful person with a good sense of humor. I also like how he’s not “innocent.” He’s nice, but he swears, he’s mischievous, he’ll tease people, and if pushed too far, he’ll kick ass.

I could go on, but I got two other characters to talk about. All Might is someone who could have been ruined so badly, but the story put the work needed into him, and I appreciate it.

Aizawa: I’ve talked about Zawa here;

Hizashi Yamada: Hizashi is someone who surprised me with how much I relate to him. At first, he was just someone everyone paired with Aizawa, but then I looked into his character and saw a lot of things I relate to. At first, we see that he has a wild and eccentric personality that’s extremely flamboyant. However, throughout the story, we see that while Mic is energetic, and a bit loud, a lot is going on in his head. He has deep emotions, but they’re pushed under a mask. He’s also the one more willing to confront hard truths such as there being a traitor in their mitts (not that anyone was willing to listen to him). He’s a loyal friend, and I wish we had more moments where someone—anyone at this point—would return the favor. I think there was only one moment in the entire series where someone asked if he was okay and only two—maybe three moments where anyone showed concern for him.

He’s a bit of a mystery with the real Hizashi hiding so well under Present Mic. I like watching his character trying to figure out who he is. In a way, he’s a puzzle, and there are things that pull me towards him that even I don’t know.

#my thoughts #all might #bnha #mha #present mic #yamada hizashi #hizashi yamada #aizawa shouta #eraserhead #toshinori yagi #yagi toshinori #thanks for the ask!

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novasdarling · 3 years

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hihi! Can I have some present mic yandere headcanons?

Yes, I feel like he'd be a yandere that tries to be gentle, he really just wants you to love him.

Headcanons

TW: Noncon, Sexual acts, kidnapping, yandere themes, stalking.

SFW

You were his everything. Hizashi he adored you, worshipped the ground you walked on. From the way you talked, your interests, your looks, even the way you furrowed your brows at him when you were confused. You were a being of perfection to him.

Chatting it up with you was easy for him, he’s a social butterfly. He knows how to get a conversation going. Getting your number is easy too, you seemed to be docile and willing. Hizashi just wanted to smother you in affection right away, but he couldn’t. Not yet.

He was a gentleman, don’t get it twisted. Even if Hizashi was stalking you and watching you change without your permission. He still didn’t try anything in person unless he thinks you were trying as well. Watching to see how you respond to touches. Always opened doors for you. Paying for dates. Getting you little gifts that you refused to get yourself. The smile you got on your face was everything to him. Not to mention how flustered you get. So cute.

However, soon the gifts become things that you’re certain you never told Hizashi about. Only maybe some friends, or wrote about in your diary. It takes him a while to pick up on you becoming hesitant with his gifts. Worry was setting in for him. Maybe he can cool down, sticking to just stick to flowers now.

Although Hizashi might be loud and very outspoken, he just can’t find the right words to express how much he loves you, and how much he needs you.

Him asking you out on a date is oddly tough for him. Trying his best to remain cool and collective.

Now if you accept his emotions and agree to start a relationship with him, things will go dandy for a while. Almost like the two of you are just your average lovesick couples and not a stalker and his victim. He’ll probably resort to kidnapping eventually, though most likely his controlling nature will slowly build up. Giving you time to get used to it. Until you get married, then it’ll all drop at once. Now you’re not allowed to leave the house without him. And work, you don’t need that. He defiantly makes more than enough for the two of you.

If you resist him, at first he’ll accept it. Thinking he just needs to try harder, get to know you more. But if you reject him again and again. Even stopping your friendship. His heart will just break. Why must you be so cruel? Can't, you see he’s the best thing for you. His plan of “taking you home” will just need to be sped up.

A relationship with him will go fast, you’ll probably be married before the year is up. He just sees the long wait for everything as unnecessary. He knows he loves you and you love him. So why wait? He’ll pop the question after a few months and how can you say no to him. Or better yet, don’t say no if you still want a few months of freedom.

Even though he's a fast-paced man, everything he does is very calculated. Knowing if he gets too tough or strict with you, you'll run.

If he ever caught you listening to his show, it would drive him wild. Since he’s your biggest fan, it would mean the world to him that you like his work. Don't be surprised when he just tackles you.

NSFW

Being loud was Hizashi’s speciality, which was only amplified in the bedroom. He’ll let the whole neighbourhood know how good you feel. If you tell him to keep quiet, he’ll try but will fail. Can you blame him? He just loves you so much.

Sex to him is about proving himself to you. Especially if this is after he kidnapped you or just started to cut off your freedoms. He needs to show you how good he is for you, how he can help you in any way. That it's worth staying with him and listening to his rules.

If he kidnapped you, he’ll wait a bit. Give you some time to adjust to your new home. But sometimes he can’t stop the lingering touches. His hands just always find their way to your hip or waist. He’s the only interaction you now have. Once he realizes how you begin to lean into his touch, or at least don’t run away from it. He’ll take that as a sign you want more.

Now if this is after you guys get married, when he has you right where he wants you. Sex with him is like he’s trying to prove something. Prove he was the right pick.

Your moans and whimpers are everything to him. Oh, please say his name again while he shoves his face between your legs.

Hizashi can’t lie, something about you drives him mad, he just needs you at all times. Once he comes home from a long day of hero work and working with his students. He just needs you on your knees to relax him. Even if you need some convincing to please him.

Hizashi may seem like he's the most confident man alive, but a part of him worries. Worries he isn't enough. This applies to both in the bedroom and out of it.

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ao3feed-dadzawa · 2 years

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Name Your Courage Now

name your courage now by iidolomantis

At first, it looks standard. Toilet, counter, sink, bathtub. Then Shouta takes another step, and he sees the small form huddled in the small space between the counter and the wall.

It's a young child, a toddler, he thinks, staring at him with impossibly wide viridian eyes that peek out from beneath wild curls. Shouta gently places the flashlight down so that it lights up the room more generally, and hopes that the wide shadows cast on the walls won't frighten the kid too badly. He raises his hands, palms up, and crouches down to their level. He'll be the first to admit he's not the best with kids, especially small ones, but even he can tell from the slight trembling and rapid breathing that this kid is scared out of their mind.

“Hey there, kid,” he says, keeping his voice as soft as possible and ignoring the immediate questions that flood the comms. “I'm here to help, ok? I'm not going to hurt you, I promise.”

Or: Aizawa Shouta discovers a small child on what's supposed to be a routine villain raid. Things only get more complicated from there.

Words: 15116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of barbed wire and moth wings

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Izuku, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Nedzu, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight

Additional Tags: Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Protective Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead and Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Adopt Midoriya Izuku, Hospitals, Medical Inaccuracies, probably lmao, Aftermath of Torture, Aftermath of Violence, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Dead Midoriya Inko, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Midoriya Hisashi's Bad Parenting, Abusive Midoriya Hisashi, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, and gets one!!!!, several actually!!, Midoriya Izuku is a Ray of Sunshine, Kid Midoriya Izuku, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, this wasn't meant to get this long y'all.... this was just supposed to be a short prologue omg, Midoriya Izuku Has PTSD, Midoriya Izuku Has ADHD, it's not rly relevant to this fic but it's important to me that everyone knows this., light all might bashing?? but also not really??, mostly just like. he's sus and aizawa is sus of him being sus. does that make sense?

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36409705

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Dadzawa #♥#Erasermic #Izuku Midoriya #R:T #W:V #A:Iidolo #Dadzawa #Dad Mic #Medical AU #Mental Illness #Abuse #Hurt Comfort #Fluff #Angst

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MHA boys on take your kid to work day

Hello! New post with 3 of my loves! Just them reacting to your kids visting them at work Bakugou and Aizawa are fluff and just a hint sad while Izuku’s is fluff and crack! Reader is neutral.

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader, Aizawa Shouta x Reader, Midoriya Izuku x Reader

They react to their kids coming to visit them on bring your kid to work day

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI

When little Kaori said she wanted to go with Bakugou to bring your kid to work day, who she called Papa, you were a little hurt but decided hey you could use this as an excuse to hang out with him as well. A sort of family day at Bakugou's agency. Bakugou on the other hand was less than thrilled he did not want his baby girl anywhere near the dangerous agency or on the field with him. He also couldn't say no so, here you were with your daughter all dressed in his official costume merch, bouncing on your hip with joy.

“We at daddy work now?” She said as she glanced around.

“Little girl even if you ask every two minutes it won't make us get there faster.” You said with a smile.

“Otay!” She said with her cute slur. She didn't get the chance to ask the question again as you entered the building.

“Oh look who it is!” A voice boomed out to you both. You recognize it as Kirishima, Kaori's partner in crime. Next to him was Bakugou who was giving you a goofy smile.

“Uncle Eiji! Uncle Eiji!” The little girl roared as she ran to meet him, slipping from your arms. She dashed into his rams and giggled as he threw her into the air.

“Oi you little brat! What about papa, just forgot all about me? Im wounded.” Bakugou said in a playful tone. The little girl gasped and grabbed bakugou's leg when she was back on the ground.

“No papa don't be wounded! I didn't forgot you!” She said into his leg, bakugou picked her up with a chuckle and came to your side.

“Yeah don't worry she didn’t forget about her precious papa. You all she could talk about I didn’t think I would find someone who talks about you more than you do but then again she is your kid.” You said making yourself and Kirishima laugh.

“OUR kid! You talk about me just as much, i'm the best husband and dad and hero, of course she’s gonna brag about me to anyone with ears.” He said ruffling her hair as he placed her down next to him.

“Papa, c’mon we gotta do papa works!” The little girl said, bouncing around the lobby.

“Oh yeah! You wanna see papa and me kick some ass?! You gotta take all in so you can be a great hero too someday!” Kiri said, further riling the girl up.

“Yay! Gonna watch you and papa kick ass and take names!!” The girl said not watching how her parents' faces paled. Kirishima only laughed and told you he was gonna take Kaori on a tour of his office real quick.

“Stop being such a bad influence on my daughter shitty hair!” Your husband roared after the pair of giggling retreating figures.

“Him? Puppy eyed, soft, and cuddly Kirishima Eijirou, badly influencing Kaori? It's all you babe, the little girl is so in love with you she does everything you do, just a bit cuter.” You said as you pecked his check.

“She isn't like me, stop saying that.” He said seriously with a grunt.

“She is, you are her hero. She wants to be just like you, what's the problem with that? You’ve been pushing her away every since she said she wanted to come here.” You said glaring at him.’

“I have not.” He said looking away from you.

“Yes you have, Katsuki, just talk to me cause you're gonna break your daughters heart. Every night you used to tell her stories of your patrols. Buy her you and Eijirou’s hero merch, hell even deku’s. Kids arent dumb shes is going to notice you stopped doing those things.” You said grabbing his chin and making him meet your eyes.

“She shouldn't want to be like me, okay!! I never want her to be a Pro-hero! I never want her to have scars on every inch of her body’s and be insecure about how she looks! I never want her to have nightmares of screams or the people she couldn’t save. I don’t want to worry that one day she might not come home, okay. And all the shit I went through at UA!? No way.” He whisper shouted at you.

“You're getting way ahead of yourself baby. Kaori isn’t even in school yet and barely has bloomed into her quirk. She isn’t getting any battle scars just bumps and bruises. It’s easy to worry about the what if’s but it’s even easier to just focus on her laugh or her smile when she talks about you. Love your also forgetting you are more than a pro hero, your a good man who’s funny, brave, and little wild. That’s who Kaori wants to be like not Dynamight, she wants to be like her papa, Bakugou Katsuki.” You said caressing his cheeks. He considered your words with flushed cheeks, before he let out a sigh but before he could respond Kaori came crashing to him.

“Papa! Papa! Papa!” The girl said jumping up and down with her hands up. Bakugou laughed but picked her up nonetheless.

“C’mon papa! We gots to go do paperworks! Uncle kiri said we do that then we go kickass!” She said wigging with happiness in his arms, you laughed as he paled again.

“Sure baby girl but please don’t say that bad word, papa doesn’t like it.” He said as he walked towards his office.

“To bads! I wanna be just like you papa and you say it so I’m gonna say it too!” She said, pulling at his cheeks.

“You damn brat just listen to me! If you’re gonna try to be like me at least be a better version not a copy pasted person which means no cussing!” He yelled gently at her.

“Okay papa! Does this mean you’ll teach me how to be as great as papa! Wanna be just like you ‘member” she said with determination.

“Don’t say anymore no no words today and hell yeah I will! I’ll teach you how to be even better than Papa.” Bakugou said not looking at Kaori but looking at you. His look was saying what his mouth couldn’t, he was done thinking of what could happen years from now. Right now he just wanted to do whatever made his little girl smile whatever that means.

AIZAWA SHOUTA

“Tell me you did not.” Aizawa said to his blonde friend.

“I did, you can't be mad!” Hizashi said with a chuckle.

“I can be and I am. I told you I didn't want them here.” he said lowly.

“There are a bunch of pros here, security is super tight and they know not to call you or me by our government names or to say their full names and besides Y/n is gonna be here the whole time.” The blonde said, trying to calm down his friend.

“No matter how tight our security is, stuff seems to slip through the cracks and put the students in danger. I don't need any villains learning I have not one not two but three huge and very exploitable weaknesses.” He said as they neared his rooms where his students were waiting.

“They are wearing face masks and hoods. Any part of them that is distinguishable is being hidden, its gonna be fine. Don't act like you aren't excited to see them, its been 4 days i know you're itching to see them.” Hizashi said as his friend went into his classroom. He had only gotten about halfway through the class when the door opened and you were seen in the doorway.

“Dada!!” The little one year old said in your arms skirming for her dad. The whole class craned their necks to see you, your one year old, and your 4 year old.

“Hello Eraserhead!” You laughed as you went to sit at an open desk placing both of the kids on your lap. The class glanced from the kids to their teacher and back again.

“Sensei! You have kids! And you're married!” A blonde one yelled.

“Denki stop yelling you're gonna give me a headache. Yes I do, which I hope you can all keep them a secret.” He said with a sigh.

“You're such a grump I don't know how they tolerate you. Hello, I am Y/n, this little one is Kumiko, and this one is Shira.” You said as you waved at them, Kumiko copied you and gave the kids a lazy wave to which all the kids cooed at. Aizawa smiled and went back to explaining what the class would be doing for the rest of class period which was just some research on a few different kinds of hero agency.

“Hello my pretty girls.” Aizawa said taking the bouncing girl from you.

“Hi daddy! Can I help you with your work!” Shira said with a toothy smile, she had a sort of fascination with quirks.

“To be honest sweet thing they are learning big words right now, words too big for you but im sure they would love to talk to you and tell you about their quirks.” He said ruffling her hair. Then his quirk activated as he looked at his class.

“Say anything inappropriate, lose control of your quirk and hurt her and I'll expel you.” He said menacingly to which all the kids nodded in fear. That's all Shira needed to hear before she walked over to a group of students.

“She was so excited when I told her we were going to see you, I think she's going to be a teacher someday.” You said gazing up at Aizawa who was playing with Kumiko.

“Uh uh sweet talk like that isn't gonna work. I told you it is too dangerous for them to be here.” He said with a pout.

“I remember saying there isn't a safer place than with you!” You said with a small smile.

“Well have it your way as usual when Shira or Kumiko start acting like one of these brats you and Mic will be to blame.” He said with a sigh.

“Well Mr. Easerhead, I'll be prepared for punishment! I think i have nothing to fear though the smile on your face says everything you can't.” You said as he played with your daughter. The day went like this. You and Aizawa playing with Kumiko and Shira floating about the classroom, The day had almost went by without any event when Shira louds cries were heard. Aizawa handed Kumiko to you and was at her side in a second. She rushed into his torso and cried even more. The class all had their fingers pointed to 3 of the boys.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” He spoke to her softly. Her little fist rubbed at her eyes.

“I told then that you were the best hero and then green one was like ‘thats All might’ and then the blonde one was like ‘yeah he really great person’ then the red and white one was like ‘yeah he is number 1’ they dumb assholes anyway cus he not 1 anymore dats ‘devor! You're the best hero, aren't you daddy?” The girl said as she looked at her dad with stars in her eyes. You were just laughing as quietly as you could.

“Im anything you want me to be sweetheart but don't say asshole it's a naughty word for adults.” He said, wiping the drying tears from her cheeks.

“But the blonde one said it alot.” She said with a pout.

“Did he now? Well in that case I forgot you have a 3 mile run today, and it's a test. Be back before class is over which is roughly 30 no 27 minutes or you'll be put on cleaning duty for the whole school including the dorms.” He said and the class was off just like that. Your small family watched from the window as the students ran with Shira sometimes yelling out the window.

“And don't stop until you finished you lazy wannabe heroes!” She shouted with a happy smile.

“Did I say it right daddy?” She said wiggling in his arms.

“Yes you did sweetheart.” He said with a proud smile.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

You and the twins had been at Izuku’s agency for a while and he was going insane. The boys were 3 and nothing like their father. They were wild, loud and adventurous. They didn't and wouldn't stay still. The office loved it but Izuku was about to have a heart attack, Tatsuo was missing. He was only 3 and couldn't really open the door or operate an elevator so you, Bakugou, and Uraraka were not all that worried but poor Izuku was.

“Deku calm the fuck down. He’s been gone for like 2 minutes maybe he couldn't have got far.” Bakugou said to his stressing friend who was putting Toshi back into his leash backpack thing.

“It only takes 1 second to get hurt or die, Kacchan. I’ve failed as a parent.” He said, sounding too serious. You couldn't stop your laughter now.

“Honey, our kids are too predictable. Just get a bag of C-A-N-D-Y from their bag and shake, Tatsuo will come running.” You said with a small smile taking Toshi from him.

“Oh good thinking!” He said getting a bag and shaking like crazy. Soon little footsteps were heard and Tatsuo emerged from behind Izuku smiling like crazy.

“Daddy, can I have a candy, pretty please!” He said with his cute smile almost making his father forget he ran from then.

“Only if you promise to never wander off like that again!” Izuku said as sternly as he could, but it wasn't very stern at all. The boy nodded at him and stuck out his hand but when he did Izuku noticed blood all over his hand and fainted within seconds. You and Bakugou went to find bandages and a first aid-kit for Tatsou while Uraraka got water to wake up Izuku.

“Oh my gosh! Does he need stitches or something! We should take him to the hospital.” Izuku said as he shot awake. The people around all laughed at the green haired boy.

“No babe, he was just playing with a stapler and staple his hands…. A few times but he’s fine.” You said pointing to the two boys who were watching Bakugou make very small explosions.

“Tatsuo! Toshi! Don't get too close you could get hurt! We should go home babe, hey Uravity take over for me I’m going home!!” He yelled shakily. You weren't sure what you were gonna do with your worrywart husband, especially when the boys do or don't get quirks. He couldn't handle them now without needing an inhaler. He damn sure couldn't if they got quirks, you could picture it now. A funeral caused by your rambunctious kids for your husband. ‘Here lies a lovely but overbearing and worrywart father.’

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My Man - Shouta Aizawa X Reader (~2~)

This hot man again. This is a part 2.

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It had been two days since Hizashi had told you the truth, and you couldn't help but miss Shirakumo more . Moreover, Aizawa had not even looked you straight in the eye since then which pissed you off. Even though you understood and respected his actions, you were hurt. You just wished that he'd come to talk to you himself. A part of you was also touched by his actions but the other part wanted him to atleast say sorry.

You sighed, laying down on your bed. 'If you were here Shirakumo, things would've been so smooth.'

There was a knock on your door. You got up to open it, hoping it would be Aizawa but a part of you knew that it wouldn't be him. You opened the door, to find Hizashi and Shinsou standing outside.

"Morning." you greeted them. "Woah." Shinsou said, making a weird face, "You look...dead." You inhaled deeply. Your eyes had been so puffy and you had got heavy bags under them, which actually did gave you a dead look.

"Atleast I don't look ugly while looking dead." you said, patting his head harshly, "Might suck." Shinsou stared at you with an impressed expression. "(Name)." Hizashi said, "Uh, we need to talk." You nodded at them, and allowed the two males inside.

"Yes?" you asked, sitting on a chair, opposite to Hizashi.

"Dad died." Shinsou said shrugging. You stared at him with the most disapproving look. "No wonder Shouta's always so tired," you said, sighing, "it's still hard to believe he's not throwing you away."

"Uh...(Name)." Hizashi said, drawing your attention, "Shouta told us to tell you tha-" but you cut him off, "He does know the way to my room, right? Tell him to bring his ass here himself." You stared at Hizashi with an intense gaze, and Hizashi nodded.

"What were you doing?" he asked, turning to look around at the room, which was now full of bags and clothes and stuff spread all across. "Setting up my stuff." you said, shrugging.

"That's some way to do stuff." Shinsou said. You stared at him with a fake sweet smile, "Don't you think you talk alot?" you asked him.

"Shinsou doesn't usually talk to alot of peopl-" Hizashi said but Shinsou cut him off, "What's wrong with talking much with my future mom?"

You felt sudden heat rise to your cheeks, and felt a wild blush settle all across your face. "You're a brat." you said. "I am." Shinsou replied, with a wide smirk. You smirked back. "Start counting your mistakes, I think your future mom needs to discipline you."

"Shinsou," Hizashi said and Shinsou nodded at him. "We'll go now, (Name). I'll tell Shouta to come up here." You nodded at him and the males left. You looked around the room and sighed. 'Fucking cleaning.' you thought, 'I could ask Shouta to do it when he comes. He's good at this stuff.'

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You sat on your bed, having cleaned a large portion of the room. It was dark already but Aizawa hadn't come and this pissed you off even more. 'It's not like I'll kill him.' you thought, lying down to rest. You remembered Shinsou calling you his future mom. 'Will Shouta even want something like that?' you thought, rubbing your head. You sighed and got up to do something more productive.

You checked your phone for any updates from your agency for work but there were none yet. You plopped back on bed. 'It's boring here.' you thought, 'Should I go out for a walk?'

You got up, wore your shoes and moved towards the door right before there was a knock on your door. You grunted and flung open the door silently, revealing Aizawa standing there, staring at his feet, his hair tied back. He was dressed in a a tux, with a dark blue tie handing down his neck.

He sighed and looked up slowly, eyes widening his eyes when he realized that the door was open. You both stared at each other for some times, not saying anything, before you exhaled deeply and moved aside to let him in, to use the moment as a chance to compose yourself. 'Why the fuck does this brat look so good in formals!?' you screamed internally, breathing in and out to calm your burning cheeks.

Aizawa walked in slowly and closed the door behind him. Aizawa stared at you while you stared back at him quietly. After a moment, Aizawa's mouth opened, then closed immediately, as he continued to stare at you. You bit your lip nervously, hoping Aizawa would say something before you lost your control and pounced on him.

Aizawa sighed.

"(Name)." Aizawa said, making you jolt and turn to him. "About yesterday...I-" he said, softly, but you cut him off, "It's fine, I understand." He turned to look down at his feet and nodded.

"I'm still sorry." he said. You exhaled deeply, feeling a fire in your chest being put out. There was some silence. "I miss him." Aizawa whispered out, after a few moment, drawing his hand to rub the corner of his eye.

"Me too." you whispered out, sitting on your bed and patting it, indicating Aizawa to sit down. "But if we think about it, Shirakumo would have been so disappointed to know we're sulking so much after his death and for one, I don't want to disappoint him." Aizawa sighed and nodded, taking a seat beside you.

There was some deep silence.

"Are you supposed to go somewhere?" you asked him, "Another interview or something? Did some other kid get kidnapped?"

"No." Aizawa said, "Why, uh...d-do you want me to go?" You hurriedly shook your head. "No..I just..You don't normally, uh, dress up like this."

Aizawa nodded and turned to look at his body. "Do I look good?" he asked softly. You felt heat rise to your cheeks. "Mm..Yeah..n-nice." you mumbled, nervously.

"Just...nice?" Aizawa asked, softly. You felt your cheeks get redder. 'We might have grown up, Shouta,' you thought, 'but I'm still the one who'll get you blushing..'

"What do you want me to say?" you asked him, turning to him and placing one leg over the other. Aizawa turned to look at you while biting his lips. "A-Anything that comes to your mind." he said. You sighed and laid back down on the bed, and Aizawa followed.

"What comes to my mind?" you said, a small grin making it's way to your face, "You look hot." Aizawa looked away, a deep blush spreading across his face.

"Aye, Shouta," you said, rolling over to face him, "You embarrassed that quick?"

"I'm not." he said, hurriedly and turned back with a straight face, but his red cheeks told otherwise. "Little tsundere." you mumbled while chuckling. Aizawa groaned and looked away.

"Are you free?" he asked, getting up to sit and you got up after him. You nodded your head, glancing around to check out your less messier room. "Will you...go out..with me?" Aizawa's nervous voice said from behind you making you freeze, while an weird feeling bubbled up in your body along with the heat which was turning your skin red.

"G-Go out?" you squeaked, "A-As in-" but Aizawa spoke before you could finish, "A date." You felt your heart leap out of your chest while you turned back to look at Aizawa, who was still maintaining a straight face while his cheeks were deep red.

"I-I'll go change." you said, standing up. "No," Aizawa said, as you turned around to get your clothes, "Y-You're fine."

You stared at him and then turned down to check what you were wearing. It was a black crop-top, shamelessly exposing your well-built waist and some short shorts. You bit your lower lip. As much embarrassed you were, you couldn't stop your habit of teasing him whenever you got the chance, you just didn't want to.

"Relax Shouta," you said, "I'll give you a clearer view." Aizawa's cheeks went blotch red as he turned around and mumbled a quick, "No thanks."

"Oh come one," you said grinning through your deep blush, "You know you want me to."

"Th-That's not what I want." he said, sighing, his face still turned away. You smirked. "I know what you want~" you cooed, stepping closer to him and pulling his face closer by pulling his tie, "But you can't get that so quick, can you~" Aizawa's eyes shot wide as he turned to you with a red face.

"I-I d-don't know..w-what you're talking about." he mumbled, biting his lips. You chuckled, "But you're stuttering Shouta, you do know, don't you?" Aizawa pulled away and turned around, his hand moving towards his face, as his hitched breaths were clearly audible. You grinned widely.

"You'll love it." you said, hurrying off to one of your bags and taking out a dress one of your friends in America had bought you. You walked over to the bathroom and changed into the dress, which consisted of a blouse which shamelessly exposed your stomach and the upper part of your chest, hugging your body. The tight body hugging skirt along with it was short and overall, the dress gave a fancy and hot look.

You walked out of the bathroom, seeing Aizawa sitting on your bed scrolling through his phone.

"I'm back." you said, with a wide smile. "You took your time." Aizawa said, looking up at you only to freeze. You grinned widely, while your blush deepened. Aizawa's mouth was hanging as he stared at your body, his eyes travelling up and down, occasionally resting on specific areas.

"Get up, let's go." you said, ignoring the looks he gave you and walking over to get your hair set. You smiled widely, happy that your little show had worked and Aizawa sat frozen, looking at you. You fixed your hair, did some light make up and wore some heels. You grabbed a purse which matched your outfit and turned towards Aizawa, who was now standing up, facing you with a gaze focused into yours and his hands left loosely on his sides.

You walked over upto him. "Let's go, it's getting late." Aizawa groaned as you stepped ahead of him, embarrassed but pleased that it was more embarrassing for him.

"You know what," Aizawa said, right before you were pulled harshly on the bed, with him holding your hands and legs in position by his own while his body hovered above yours.

"Fuck the date." Aizawa breathed out. You froze like a deer in front of headlights, unable to understand what to say or do. "We could have our own little date here." Aizawa said, a wide grin growing on his face.

You felt as if your skin was boiling and realized how much of a bad idea wearing what you were was, because right now, you felt completely powerless and completely exposed to him.

"And you thought you'd win this." Aizawa mumbled, before getting off of you. You felt something knock your brain awake. "What!?" you cried, "Of course I won this!?"

"I'm not the one who's shaking while blushing." Aizawa said, flashing you a big sadist grin. You looked down at your body trembling with embarrassment, while your face felt beetroot red. You bit your lip to calm down.

"What do I do you're so sexy!?" you said, burying your face in your palms. "Won't work." Aizawa called out, while his voice seemed to be walking towards the door. "But I meant that." you mumbled. There was some silence. You peeked up to see Aizawa frozen on his spot, staring at you with wide eyes. "I've always meant what I said about you." you mumbled. Aizawa's face went blood-red.

He walked out of the room leaving you alone. "Did...did I go too far?" you mumbled as your heart clenched in it's spot, "Is he angry with me?"

The door flung open and Aizawa walked in, with a coat in his hands, which he put around you. "No way in hell," he said, "am I going to let other see you in this....shit."

You exhaled deeply, wrapping the jacket around you, enjoying Aizawa's fragrance coming from it. "You love this shit." you said, winking at him, your cheeks still red. Aizawa stared at you for a few moments before grinning widely and saying, "I do." which only flustered you more.

He asked you to hurry up as he walked out of the room and led you outside the U.A. building, into a black car parked outside. He drove you over to some fancy restaurant and took you over to an isolated table in one corner. You both sat down, blushing, looking anywhere but at each other. This was new, and embarrassing. You had never imagined this, yeah yeah okay, you had, you had imagined it so much that you couldn't help the bubbly feeling in your heart. You wanted to hold him and tell him that he was yours, and only yours, but brushed away the thoughts as Aizawa ordered for the both of you.

You unbuttoned his coat and opened it wide, so that only Aizawa could see your dress from inside. "Dammit, not here, (Name)." Aizawa said through gritted teeth. You smirked widely, placing one leg over the other and shifting into a seductive posture. You put your finger on your lips and winked at him seductively. Aizawa relaxed back into his seat and sighed.

"Shouta~" you cooed. "No." Aizawa groaned. You grinned at him, pushing the large coat a little further back, exposing your shoulders and top chest completely. Aizawa at once seemed to get alert and looked around with narrowed eyes. "Put. it. back. on." he ordered. You childishly stuck out your tongue towards him. Aizawa stared a you with twitching eyes while you grinned widely, successfully getting him annoyed and flustered at the same time.

"Just you wait till we get home." Aizawa said, "I'll give you a taste of your own medicine." You chuckled.

Aizawa sighed again, rubbing his temples. "(Name)." he said, angrilily, "Not. Now." You puffed your cheeks and pouted at him angrily. "Great." you said, flipping him off, "I'm angry now."

Aizawa inhaled deeply, as a smile formed on his lips, you hadn't changed at all.

"I'll get you desert." Aizawa said. You snapped your head towards him with a childish excitement. Aizawa had never particularly liked having deserts out in the open. As weird as it sounded, he found it embarrassing, probably since you guys always ordered something sweet and he secretly loved it, but again, he was a tsundere.

"Hows that?" Aizawa asked with a soft smile. "Ice cream." you said, "(Fav. flavor) and, oh..and also (Fav. desset besides ice cream)."

"Needy." Aizawa said, before getting up. "I'll just go place the orders right now. You nodded while blushing and observed his figure go over to the counter to order. You let out a lovesick sigh. This all was finally and actually happening. You saw Aizawa turn back and walk towards you with his hands in his pocket, his attention seeming to be lost somewhere.

"Eraser!" a cheery voice said from somewhere, and suddenly, Aizawa's expressions changed to those of utmost disgust. You watched as a green haired, extra-cheery woman, whom you recognized as pro-hero Ms.Joke hopped over to Aizawa, who tried to hurry towards you. You felt a question mark popping on your head.

"Lets get married!" Ms.Joke said. You felt your expressions match Aizawa's withing a second, only they were worse. Your eyes were narrowed and twitching as nerves in your head throbbed in annoyance. "No." Aizawa growled. Ms.Joke began laughing and began saying that Aizawa was still as funny as he always was.

"C'mon! Let's date! We're at the right place!" Ms. Joke said. Aizawa glanced at you with a pleading gaze, but you had something else on your mind. This woman was pissing you off as hell and you were gonna give her hell.

You turned around, your back facing the both of them and wrapped Aizawa's coat around your shoulders, blocking the view, and then, clutched your purse at your stomach.

Aizawa stiffened as you turned around, hoping that Ms.Joke wasn't making you feel uncomfortable to hurt, because if she was, he was personally going to murder her. He'd had enough of her already.

"Shouta~ Honey~" you called out, loud enough to draw the attention of both, Aizawa and Ms.Joke. Ms.Joke's face grew blank, as she turned to glance at Aizawa with a questioning glare, while Aizawa was busy trying to figure out what you had in mind.

"The baby's kicking again~" you cooed, with a smile, knowing this was enough to piss her off and fluster Aizawa.

Ms.Joke let out a large gasp as she snapped her head towards Aizawa. "No you didn't!" she said, glaring at the man who was looking at you, completely frozen. You glanced at Aizawa, who was staring at you with his hands loosely left at his sides as and his mouth was hanging open.

'Yes.' you thought, sighing, 'I did go too far.' You turned back to glance at Aizawa again but something happened.

The next moment you realized what was going on was when you were pushed against a the wall next to your table, with Aizawa gripping on your body, while he sucked the hell out of your mouth. You stood frozen in shock for a few moments, before joining in for the hungry kiss. You both kissed long, not caring about the ache in your chest due to lack of oxygen.

When you broke apart, you both were panting loudly, staring at each other's beetroot-red faces with pure longingness pouring out of your eyes.

"U-Um...I-I'm sorry to interrupt...but...your order has arrived." the waitress' voice snapped you both out of each other's daze and with quick throat clears, you both composed yourself for dinner. You didn't talk at all during dinner. You just couldn't, but the way Aizawa's hungry eyes bore into yours the entire time made you understand what was coming up when you reached home.

After you were done with the dinner and desert, the both of you walked out, and instead of U.A., Aizawa drove you over to his own house. You stepped inside and looked around at the way he had everything kept clean and organized. Aizawa picked you up bridal style, still not saying a word and took you over to his own room, then threw you on bed.

You composed yourself on bed and took off his coat, exposing your very revealed body and looked back at Aizawa who was half-way through taking off his shirt. You blushed wildly, seeing his hot muscular chest peering out from inside. You let out a hitched breath as Aizawa threw his shirt off and climbed on to bed, on top of you as his face hovered above yours. Your hands subconsciously moved over to his chest and began tracing out his muscles and abs.

"Nice show out there." he growled in your ear, making you blush wildly. "One may think you're bold, but you're such a submissive pussy~"

Your blushed widened as Aizawa pushed his body against your and broke into a deep, hungry, but passionate kiss. You both broke away, panting for air, while you snuggled into each other.

"Go change." Aizawa said, walking over to the closet and throwing a long shirt your way. You grinned widely, taking the shirt and disappearing into the bathroom to change into it. You came back, breathing out in relief to have something comfortable on finally. You laid down beside Aizawa, who was now staring into space, lying shirtless on his bed, with his hair open.

Aizawa pulled you into his lap, and snuggled into the crook of your neck. "I love it." he said, "You, sitting in my house, in my room, in my shirt, in my lap, I love it." You blushed and put your hands into his hair, playing with it.

"Take off your pant, Shouta." you whispered out, into his ear. "You wanna do stuff this quick?" Aizawa asked, with the same tenderness. "No!" you replied, almost immediately, your cheeks getting redder, "Y-You'll probably look hot, that's why."

Aizawa grinned as he moved his hand to his belt and you got up slightly from his lap, but he pulled you back, this time, your face facing his. "I...I've got...something else..to do." he said, with his eyes flickering with an eerie hesitance.

Your heart sank. Until now, everything was going great, so what was the sudden work Aizawa had gotten. Aizawa picked you up bridal style and placed you softly on the bed. He inhaled deeply and bent down in front of you, on one knee, taking out a small box from his pocket. He opened it, revealing a beautiful and sparkling diamond ring.

Your eyes widened and mouth hung open, as tears began forming in your eyes.

"(Name)," Aizawa said, slowly, "Will you marry me?"

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Meanwhile outside in the lobby-

Hizashi: God...Being their best friend, it's hard to see all this, and so I came here but looks like they had other intentions

Shinsou: *sighs* Looks like home's not gonna be as pure as it was from now on

Next morning -

Aizawa picks you up and places you on the lobby couch, and leaned in for a morning kiss right before:

Hizashi standing at the kitchen door: God, I can't see this.

Shinsou: Geez, dad, go get a room.

You and Aizawa get alert and blush wildly.

"You know what," Hizashi says, "I'll just go." and he leaves.

Aizawa: Shinsou, into your room.

Shinsou: *keeps on staring while sipping his coffee*

You: Shinsou, into your room

Shinsou: Sure mom

Aizawa: What the fuck!?

You: I'm literally his mom now, what's wrong with that?

Aizawa: No that! Why did he listen to you and not me

You and Shinsou: Please choose something better to be jealous of.

Aizawa: I'm not jealous

You and Shinsou and Hizashi's voice from outside: Liar

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