Gentle noncon with Aizawa where he gives his darling a mild aphrodisiac to help them take his large cock in their small pussy
Helping hand
contents: Yandere!Aizawa x gn!afab!reader scenario in which he gives them an aphrodisiac to ease the pain of penetration.
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WARNINGS: DUB-CON/NON-CON, APHRODISIAC USAGE, DRUG USAGE(?), SIZE KINK, NO BODY TYPE NOR PRONOUNS SPECIFIED, PENETRATIVE SEX, AFAB INTIMATE PARTS (VAGINA, VULVA, CLITORIS, ETC.), YANDERE, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, OBSESSIVE AND POSSESIVE BEHAVIOR, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS.
It was hard having sex with you.
Not because you weren't attractive. That wasn't ever a problem. You had always been the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. The problem was that you were so fucking tiny.
It wasn't that troublesome at the beginning, he found it cute how he had to crouch down a little to kiss you on the lips, how he engulfed your body when you two cuddled, stuff that made your size difference something rather adorable and enjoyable. But this wasn't adorable. It was painful, both for you and him.
No matter how hard he tried, you were never relaxed enough to loosen up and let him in. You squeezed him so hard he felt like his dick was getting crushed in a hydraulic press, and you felt like you were being torn apart in half. So you resorted to frotting against each other most of the time, or fingering, or oral, or anything that didn't require him to attempt to spear you with his cock.
But he was sure there had to be a solution, it couldn't just be impossible to have sex with the love of his life. There had to be a way for you and him to be able to enjoy each other at the fullest. And then the solution came to him. He had work to do that day, a small arrest against a lower tier villain who was involved in the drug industry. Finding more about the drugs recovered, was an aphrodisiac. A mild one, but controlled because in the words of those who used it: "It helped me get the nastiest, kinkiest, filthiest sex I've ever had". How vulgar, yet how convenient.
Wouldn't hurt to grab some of it for himself, right?
But he knew you, you would never agree to use it. Partly because of shame and partly because it was a drug. He had a solution for that too, bringing your favorite take out and slipping just a bit of the powder in your food. He smiled as he watched you eat, without ever imagining what he did. He smiled when you cuddled him and watched a movie, noticing how you started to uncomfortably shift positions, rubbing your legs together. He smirked, pulling you closer.
— Everything okay, love? — he asks, playing dumb.
— Yeah, yeah. Just- Can we... You know... — you bite your lip and look him in the eye, and he doesn't need much more indications to do what he has been waiting for this whole time. He gets on top of you, spreading your legs and tearing apart your underwear, getting a flustered scream out of you. He laps at your cunt, playing with your clit with his tongue as his fingers rub your entrance. Fingering you with ease, slipping inside you without any resistance. You can only moan and pull his hair. Few minutes, or few hours pass, you don't know, everything feels so hot.
— Need more, need more. You know what I want, please, I can take it — you beg, he gets his fingers out, coated in your slick and licks them clean.
— So wet... — he groans and lines his cock with your entrance.
— W-Wait... The condoms were here somewhere-
— Not gonna use 'em, want to feel you raw. You okay with that, baby? Let me use you and enjoy you fully, 'kay? — You don't answer, but a gasp escapes your lips as he enters you. Your walls engulf him with ease and squeeze him just tightly enough. He bottoms out slowly, letting out a pleasured moan as he smiles. His thumb circles your clit and he starts to slowly move his hips, every thrust leaving you breathless. You cling to him, and he clings to you. Feels like you're melting against him. — Look at that, this tiny pussy swallows me completely... Aren't you happy 'bout it, love? Having me inside you like we always wanted. You're so wet, you're so warm, wanna cum inside you real bad.
He grips you harder, almost folding you in half as he becomes more aggressive. You squirt against his cock, making him hiss in pleasure. Finally, he cums inside you, his eyes shut and his teeth grit in an attempt to not scream your name out loud. With the last bit of his strength, he pulls out and holds you in his arms. Softly kissing your forehead and placing aside some stray hairs that stuck to the sweat of your forehead. His heart is beating so fast, his arms engulfing you. He kisses your cheek, then the other, then your nose and your lips finally. He grins, satisfied with finally making his desire come true.
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Expecting: Life with their Pregnant Partner
Featuring Aizawa, Fatgum and Hawks
Aizawa x pregnant GN! Reader; Fatgum x pregnant GN! Reader; Hawks x Pregnant GN! Reader
Warnings: fluff, reader being a little reckless
AN: I was reading through my google docs and found these 😄 absolutely zero clue when I wrote these. Honestly love that for me.
Aizawa
"YN what the hell are you doing?" Shota shouts as he walks in, seeing his heavily pregnant partner perched along the baseboards of class 1-A's dorm floors.
"Shota! Just in time, I need you to change my water bucket. Look how dirty these baseboards are! Can you believe that?" you say, smiling at your husband as you go back to dipping the cloth in the bucket and wiping the soaking cloth along the now sparking boards.
"YN, seriously? I can't leave you alone can I?” He says going to help you up from the ground, fussing over you as you stand.
"You know the doctor said to rest right? I mean you and I were both at the last appointment. I'm pretty sure I heard him say that about 15 times,” he says, looking at you with a scowl as you roll your eyes in response.
"I'll have you know I did rest sweetheart. But then Miydoria came in and asked if I wanted a snack. So I said 'yes let me help you' so then I got up. I walked to the kitchen and noticed some dirt on the floor. So I got the broom out. Then I swept the dirt and noticed a scuff on the baseboards and well we can't have a scuff so I went and got a bucket. Then one scuff turned into two and then three and then five,” you say gesturing to the floor boards.
“YN seriously,” your husband said, crossing his arms over his large chest.
"You really want our baby to be born with filthy floor boards Shota?" You say, crossing your arms and waiting for your husband's reply.
"YN the baby isn't going to be studying the floor boards when they arrive. Plus I think you should be worried about more important things like, and maybe I'm just being dramatic here, but oh I don't know labor perhaps?" Shota says escorting you to the nearest coach the rest. You scoff at your husband once more as Midoriya, Bakugo, Kirishima and Todoroki walk in.
"I'm going to need you all to watch YN for me,” Shota says standing up and walking towards his students
"Excuse me? I'm very capable!” you shout, shocked at your husband's words to his students.
"YN I have a patrol tonight. There is no way I'm leaving you to your own devices. You'll probably end up repainting the whole common area,”he says looking at you.
"Didn't you already by paint YN?” Todoroki says before you quickly interject
"Well would you look at the time! Come on boys, let's go start dinner,” you say waddling towards the teens
"YN you have got to be kidding me right now?!?” Shota says rubbing his temples
"Have a great night love!” you say pushing the boys towards the doors.
Fatgum
"YN I'm home my love",” Taishiro shouts. The apartment smells amazing and he is starving. After a long night fighting crimes and arresting villains, Taishiro only wants two things.
To have a good meal and to see his beautiful partner.
"In here my love! I'm just finishing supper,” you shout as you wipe your hands on your apron.
Taishiro stoped and looked at you. His beautiful partner, pregnant with his baby and making him his favorite meal.
"Honestly I could get use to seeing you pregnant for the rest of my life YN,” Taishiro says pulling you into a hug and kissing your forehead lightly.
You giggle and pat his stomach as you head back towards the stove to stir your vegetables.
"Lets get this one out first and then we will talk,” you say rubbing your belly as your stir the food and grab plates.
"Busy day my love?" He asks, washing his hands and sitting at the table.
"I went by the new fish market today and grabbed a huge variety! Then I went to the farmers market and got these and some fresh produce,” you say pointing to the freshly cut bouquet of sunflowers sitting on the table.
"YN I thought the doctor told you to stay away from fish,” he says worryingly.
"Love I can eat some cooked fish but I mostly got it for you! I've been watching this cooking show I wrote down some awesome recipes to try!” you say plating Taishiro's food and setting it in front of him
"Baby you should be resting during the day,” Taishiro says scolding you
You look at him, deadpan. "Babe I literally sit on the coach and write down recipes. I'm not running a marathon," you say rolling your eyes.
"I just worry about you YN. You do so much for me and I want you and the baby to be healthy,” Taishiro says, grabbing your hands and pulling you close.
You smile at your husband and give him a soft kiss. "Taishiro, you have Kirishima and Tamaki check on me at least twice a day when you are at work. Plus you text me every hour. Aizawa even came by last week to make sure I didn't need a snack. I'm well taken care of love!” you say smiling at your husband as he smiles back.
"Ok YN,” Taishiro says smiling as he grabs his fork and begins to eat.
"I did lug the groceries up the 5 flights of stairs today tho,” you say resting your hips against the back of the counter and smiling at your husband as he chokes on his food, quickly reaching for his water.
"YN seriously?!" Taishiro says clearing his throat as his eyes widen on you
"I'm joking babe," you say smiling. Taishiro breathes out a sigh of relief as he goes to take another bite.
"It was only four flights," you say laughing as you walk out of the room, leaving your husband hanging, fork halfway to his mouth.
Hawks
Hawks walks into his apartment to hear music coming from down the hallway. He smiles as he sets his keys down, removing his goggles, headset, boots and coat before heading to see you.
He knows you’re in the baby's room. That's where you've been for the past few days. Your nesting has kicked into full gear as you prepare for the arrival of your baby any day now.
What Hawks doesn't expect is to see you singing 5 feet above the ground, as you balance atop a ladder pounding a nail into the wall.
"Holy crap YN!" He yells as he goes to steady you and you smile down at him.
"Hey baby! So glad your home safe! How was your night?" You say smiling down at your husband
"YN what in the hell are you doing? Get down from there!" Hawks growls as your roll your eyes, setting the hammer on top of the ladder and climbing down.
"Ok I'm down here now what?" you say looking percuriously at your husband.
"Well for one, no more ladder,” Hawks says grabbing the ladder and folding it up, hauling it out of the babies room.
You sigh and follow your husband as he puts the ladder away.
"Keigo I have things to do!” you say your hands now on your hips as your husband glares at you.
"Do I need to put a lock on this door YN? Because I absolutely will!” he says narrowing his eyes at you.
"Keigo the baby is coming and their room isn't finished!" You say pouting and stomping your feet.
You husband sighs and rolls his eyes, walking up to you and pulling you into a hug. He knows how stressed you've been about your babies arrival.
"YN the baby isn't even going to be sleeping in their room remember? You have time love," Hawks says nuzzling your nose.
"Keigo first impressions are everything! And I want to give the baby a tour when we bring them home. And that includes their FINISHED room!" you say with emphasis, throwing your hands in the air.
Keigo looks at your, trying not to laugh at your pure ridiculousness.
"I'll tell you what YN. How about this weekend we do the finishing touches together?" He says as he notices your mood perk up at the suggestion.
"Babe that would be so awesome!" You answer gleefully.
"I mean I have to put the crib, swing and rocker together anyways. Might as well do it all,” he says as he notices your eyes widen and you look away from him.
"YN-"
“Ok so I may have accidently out the swing together,” you say, grinning at your husband.
Hawks sighs, his hand doing to his head, "what in the world am I going to do with you?"
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𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Aizawa wasn't really the one to keep you tied up like one of his captives, his scarf only delicately wrapping your wrists every now and then– but when you just wouldn't keep still...
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, tired!aizawa, bondage (aizawa's scarf), positions: missionary & riding, p in v intercourse, slight dirty talk & praising, mentions of cunnilingus, creampie, bit of frustration (reader squirms and he slips out), aizawa fucks reader after a mission basically (he's v blunt).
a/n: haven't thought about him for a minute so i took the liberty of watching a couple scenes of him in action and- yeah i'm still obsessed haha. wc: 600ish.
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Aizawa had you pinned– binded up in his scarf with his cock driving you up a wall. He was still in his pro hero get up, his goggles pushed up into his hair so he could see you properly and his hands tightened their grip on the scarf as he picked up his thrusts. You had your legs wide for him, trying desperately to keep up with his stamina, but the idea of his scarf wrapped around you made you squirm.
You felt like you were one of the villains he’s captured, completely immobilized in a way that made you so fucking wet. Your pussy squelched every time he fucked into you, your legs shaking around him as you tried to wrap them around his waist– but you just couldn’t and ended up arching your back a little too much, causing him to slip out.
A sharp groan escaped him, his grip falling away from the restraints and you fell back onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. You wanted to be closer to him, but he made it difficult with his scarf. “Sho–”
“I won’t say it again, Y/N.” You heard Aizawa say above you before flipping you both over, forcing you to straddle his waist. “Stay still this time.”
Sometimes you needed to fuck the tiredness out of him– not this time though, his body was reeling for more of your dripping cunt and you were making it nearly impossible for him to get anywhere with you. Not with the way you squirmed at every little thing he did, your pussy so incredibly sensitive tonight that it made him huff in frustration.
Maybe if you were in this position– hoisted on top of him, he could actually get somewhere.
His cock slipped back inside you with ease, your walls fluttering around him as you took him deep once more and a guttural moan was drawn from him as you sat down fully. “Good girl– stay like this for me... Let me do all the work.”
He drew the scarf around you, binding your chest, waist, and arms together in order to lift you up more steadily. You pouted at him once he resituated himself, the cloth holding you hostage as he aimed to bounce you on his cock.
And he sure fucking did, the first thrust sending you spiraling with ecstasy as he rammed into your sweet spot. God, he felt so much bigger this way– he was sooo deep in you, kissing your cervix everytime he fucked up into you with harsh pants falling from his lips.
Looking down at him past the hazy pleasure, his hair splayed out against the pillow and his eyes were lidded with desperate aching. He looked so tired– but with the way he had you rocking your hips down onto him, you wouldn’t be able to tell otherwise. The stubble on his face had grown out considerably, plaguing you with thoughts of him between your legs; lapping at your entrance afterwards. Maybe you should ask him– your impending orgasm rushing up your spine as his scarf got tighter around you.
You watched his wrists curve around the scarf, pulling it taut and his muscles flexed as he held it in place. “S-Sho–”
“Yeah?”
“Clean me up afterwards?” You whined innocently before spasming around his cock, your eyes rolling back as you were pushed over the edge by the stutter of his hips. Aizawa groaned out as you clenched his cock harshly, his movements stilling as he came inside you from your dirty question.
“Cum on my tongue quickly now– I’m tired.” You knew it wasn’t going to be quick, his tongue had to caress every inch before he’s ever satisfied.
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like a princess
Shouta Aizawa x afab!reader
Warnings: dirty talk, afab!reader, PIV sex, fluffy smut, bondage, like two spanks, begging, pleading, crying, name calling (Sir and baby),
Aizawa is a respectful man. He's never treated you poorly, raised a hand at you (even jokingly), and has always treated you like a princess. He's all gentle touch.. calm, tired voice.. and warm, soft skin..
But sometimes, you want more. Don't get it twisted, Aizawa fills the role of husband better than any man ever could and you're not thinking about cheating! All you want is for him to get a little… rough in bed. You were both virgins when you met and you've explored sex together as partners ever since. You've both discovered the things you like, the things you don't like, together.
All of it changed with a book. A stupid, erotic romance novel involving a dominant man and a submissive woman. It was a throw-away, there was barely any plot, but the sex scenes were graphic, detailed, and you were engrossed in the book because of them. You’d never really thought about.. anything like that. Shouta had read the book over your shoulder one night, plucked it out of your hands, and pulled you right along to the bedroom.
He made you tell him everything that you read, everything that you liked, and when you were done he bent you over the edge of the bed and made you scream. It was the only time he was ever rough with you since you’ve been together and you’re addicted.
That's how you ended up where you are now, the end of Aizawa's scarf in his hand, the remaining length of it wrapped around your arms behind your back. You're kneeling on the bed, naked, chest pushed forward, skin prickling with desire. You'd give anything to have his hands, his mouth, any party of him, on you right now.
"T-Touch me?" You ask, eyes flicking from his hand gripping the scarf to his face. His eyes are sharp, dark, and the lust in them makes you squirm.
"When you earn it." He's got this horribly smug smirk on his face that makes you wetter. Your husband is so hot, you don't have to be reminded of that, but this scenario, giving him control of your body like this, has made him impossibly hotter.
"Please," you beg, thighs squirming, "Sh-Shouta, I need you."
"Do you?" He asks. He flicks his wrist and you spin, thrown off balance and falling. Your chest hits the bed and you throw your head to the side to avoid breaking your nose at the last second with a gasp.
The control he has over that scarf is impressive. You struggle, hands and arms pushing against the fabric. You're turned around and when you shuffle up on your knees you realize you've given him the best view of your pussy you could ever imagine. Shouta groans, his free hand reaching out to grope your ass and thighs.
"This is so much hotter than I thought it would be," he admits, voice low with arousal. You nod and agree in a whimper consumed by the sheets.
The soft, silk sheets of the bed you share with him. You're gonna have to replace them, you'll never be able to look at them the same. Shouta's hand leaves your skin and then comes back down with a crack of skin on skin. You gasp, body shaking forward, and then press your hips back again. He brings his hand down again and the sting makes your head spin. You whimper please, please, into the sheets when he brings down the third. The fourth has you moaning and attempting to grind your hips back.
“Please what, sweetheart? Hmm?” he soothes his handprints with soft, kneading fingers. You feel the mattress dip and it’s only when you feel the skin of his thighs against yours that you realize he’s behind you. He twists his wrist, the slack of the scarf tightened.
“W-Want you,” you beg, “need you, baby,”
You push your hips back and the tension leaves your skin when you grind against his bulge in his boxers. You keep going, thinking that if he wanted you to stop he’d tell you, and you think that you could cum like this. You’ve been thinking about this for so long, had this little fantasy tucked away for so long, and now you’re about to cum like a horny teenager by humping him like a fucking dog.
It feels dirty, especially when his hand finds your hips and pulls you back against him. You try to spread your legs wider, arch your back deeper, but the hold the scarf has on your arms is misleadingly tight. It gives you barely any room to move. You might be getting yourself off on him but he’s got all the control.
“That feel good, baby?” Shouta asks. You whimper, nodding, hips moving faster.
“P-Please, I just, I c-can’t take it-” you feel like you’re going to explode, like your heart is going to give out.
“You’ll take what I give you,” he commands it of you, he stops your rutting hips with one hand. You sob, clenching around nothing, losing all thought process fast.
“Please!” you cry out, “Sh-Shouta-”
“Sir.” he corrects and oh, oh my god, how are you going to survive this? He wants you to call him Sir.
“Sir,” you beg, “Please fuck me, please, I need it, sir, I can’t-” Shouta’s thumb touches your clit and you moan, eyes rolling back, shaking all over. He’s got you so pent up you can barely breath, can barely think.
“Can’t what?” your reply is muffled by the sheets. Shouta’s thumb leaves your clit to allow him to wind back and give you another handprint. You cry out, the sudden pain unexpected.
“What can’t you do, baby? Answer me.”
“I can’t take this," your voice shakes, "Please, sir,"
He leans over you and releases your hip with a warning of stay still growled into your ear. You nod, whimpering, and Aizawa lets go of the fabric to get off the bed. You try to take deep breaths, try to calm your heartbeat and your racing mind. It doesn’t work. You’re aching for him, no amount of deep breathing is going to change that.
You shiver when you feel his hands touch your shoulders. There's barely a tug on the scarf before it comes undone. You feel it slide over your skin, off of your wrists and arms. Confused, you shift your weight to look up at him. God, what a sight. He’s holding the scarf, his boxers are gone, and you have the urge to put your mouth on his cock.
"Wh-What-" you stutter as his hands trail over your skin.
"I want to see you while I fuck you," he cuts you off quickly, already knowing what your about to ask, and a shock of arousal strikes through you at the image your brain conjures up.
"M-kay," you mumble as you turn over. He leans down to kiss you when you get to your back. You’re lost in him in seconds, his lips are soft, his hands are rough, and his hair is falling over your cheek.
Those rough hands wander over your cheeks, your shoulders, and they play with your nipples, twisting and tugging. You jolt, back arching, whimpering into his mouth. He pulls back, breathing hard and smirking. He loves this, loves every second of having you under his control.
"Hands above your head, baby." You blink stupidly at him for a second before you do as he says.
"Y-Yes, sir," you lift your arms above your head and shuffle your shoulders to get comfortable. He secures your wrists to the headboard, tied together, and then he’s back between your legs. He adjusts you, big hands moving your thighs and your hips around.
You can feel him, hard and heavy and pressing against your thigh. He puts one leg on his shoulder and you squirm, body thumping with your heartbeat. His eyes are heavy lidded, clouded, and you have to look away to save yourself from the fire it ignites in you. He takes himself in hand and guides himself until his head is pushed up against your hole. You shiver and gasp.
“S-Sir,” you sob, whining, “Please, puh-”
You’re cut off by your own moans when he pushes his hips forward and slides himself in. He takes it slow, so slow, savoring the way you feel around him with his head tilted back. You struggle against the fabric, wanting to touch him, grab him, pull him down over you and rake your nails down his back. His eyes open, looking down at you, devastatingly handsome.
“Struggling already, sweetheart?” he asks, hands curving up your sides to tug and pinch your nipples. You cry out, clenching around him.
He grips the bottoms of your ribcage for leverage as he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward. You can’t stop the sounds that come out of your mouth as he fucks you, you never could. Shouta knows how to make you scream for him, how to fuck you so good you forget your own name.
“That’s it, baby, fucking take it,” he growls, one hand leaving your side to grip your thigh, “it’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?”
You nod frantically, trying desperately to fuck yourself down on him. You want to cum like this, tied down and pinned under your husband, being used by him.
“Sh-Shouta-” you’re cut off when he goes still inside you, confusion taking hold of you for a second as he leans over you and reaches for your bedside table. Did the condom break? Your head is spinning.
“Close your eyes,” he commands, you follow his order quickly and feel him start to fuck you again, one hand gripping your hip to pin you down. Something cold, hard, plastic presses against your hip and you whine.
“W-What are you- Sir!” you sob out his name among a string of incoherent syllables as he turns your vibrator on and presses it right to your clit. Shouta moans too, fucking you harder.
“F-Fuck, sweetheart, I can feel you twitching,” he moans. His fingers dig into your thighs, his hips rough. You tug on the binds, struggling, wanting more or wanting to stop you aren’t sure.
“I-I-” you want to tell him it’s too much, you can’t take it, you’re gonna shatter into a million pieces if he keeps fucking you like this. Shouta fucks you right into your orgasm, watching you shake and fall apart beneath him with that smirk still on his face.
“Fuuuck, baby,” he groans, pulling you down onto his cock roughly and burying himself inside of you. He pants, the same as you, as he comes down. You take deep breaths, trying to calm your beating heart.
He pulls out, discards the condom, and then he comes back to you. He pulls the scarf free, throws it to the floor, and lays down with you to rub your wrists and kiss your hands. You’re sore, boneless, and you let yourself fall to a calm in his arms. He runs a hand over your hair, whispers praise, and you can’t help the way your eyes drift close. He takes such good care of you all the time, respects you and loves you, how did you get so lucky?
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ೃ⁀➷ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑 * ੈ✩‧₊˚
➼ 𝙗𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣
✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿!𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗮 𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝘅 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
✦ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿, 𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮, 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 “𝘁𝘂𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴” 𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁.
✦ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝗯𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁-𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿, 𝗺𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗲𝘅𝗰 (𝗹𝗺𝗸)
✦ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟭.𝟮𝗸
✦ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗸𝗲𝘆, 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝗳. 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗼𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝟰 𝗺𝗲!!
The lecture hall was empty aside from Professor Aizawa and you, who was sitting on his lap. You grinded your damp, pink panties across the print poking at you through the fabric of your professor’s dress pants. You knew in your head this was wrong, but whenever you saw someone good-looking, no matter who it was, you’d automatically turn into a horny mess.
“You listening, y/n?” he asked smoothly, pretending his dick wasn’t hardened up waiting to feel the warmth of your walls around it. “Sorry, guess I’m distracted” you mumbled, batting your false eyelashes, pretending to be some innocent girl despite your mini skirt riding up your legs.
There was an open book plopped on his desk, along with a few pieces of paper, and some writing utensils too. This “study session” was going well, but as time went on, you became more eager to learn more about what was in your professor’s pants rather than the actual lesson.
“We can’t have that can we?” he whispered into your ear, lifting up your skirt, leaving it sitting loose around your waist. “Needa get your mind off of work for a while?”
You nodded, gently closing the book, scooting it over to the side incase you two went a little crazy and needed more room. “Can you take these off for me, sweetie?” he said, using his index finger to tug on the elastic of your panties before reaching to pull your tight little crop top over your head. “Mhm” you purred, slipping your panties to your ankles leaving them hanging next to your heels.
You felt a a slender hand pushing you against the desk, arching your back into a good position. Biting your lip, you prepared yourself for the feeling of Professer Aizawa’s cock rubbing against your entrance the way you imagined all those days in class before.
As you heard a pants zipper unzip from behind you, your face heated up and your heart began to race. His cold hand gripped your left tit, squeezing your pierced nipple in between his index finger and his middle finger. It took a moment for your body temperature to adjust to his, but right as you thought things had leveled out, you felt the tip of his veiny dick split between your folds and penetrate your pussy.
“Fuck!~” you moaned, vocalizing your pleasure a little too loud, forgetting this was taking place in a classroom. “Quiet, baby” Aizawa soothed, slowly inching the rest of his girthy cock into your wet cunt.
You instinctively nodded, trying ever so hard to hold back any sort of whimper or wail as your pussy loosened to adjust to the girth and length of his dick rubbing against your walls.
You closed your eyes, enjoying his initial slow thrusts. They were languid and affectionate, only leaving a slut like you desperate for more. You bucked your hips and attempted to inch yourself further down onto his cock.
“You want more, sweetie? Think you can take it?”
Whether you thought your cunt could swallow all of his length or not, a quick “Yes-” rolled off your tongue, followed by “Just fuck me please~”.
Aizawa quickly rammed the rest of his cock inside you, unknowingly slamming against your g-spot, leaving you disheveled, aching for the tip of his dick to strike your sweet spot again, at a more frenzied pace.
You stopped leaning on the desk and decided to brace yourself on your professor’s thighs, giving you a good balance. As Professor Aizawa pumped his cock in and out of your pussy, grunting as he played with your nipples, you began to bounce on his dick, using one of your hands to stretch yourself open even wider.
“If you keep wearing slutty clothes like this, you wont be the only one distracted in my class you know” he teased, gripping your waist and slamming every inch of him into you all at once.
“Mhm-“ you stammered unable to find words to appropriately reply to his banter. Your head jerked as the force of a hand tugging your hair pulled you backwards. “Are you listening, Ms. l/n?”
Your cunt tightened on his cock as if it we’re trying to influence his body to continue moving. His tip applied pressure to your g-spot as he sat there, waiting for you to reply.
“Yes, sir- Listening-“ you cooed, lying through your teeth, simply trying get him to fuck you unapologetically rough, leaving you out of breath. “Promise if I fuck you good, you’ll do better in my class?” he taunted, slowly moving himself within your body.
A needy “Promise~” fell from your lips on impulse, bringing tears to your eyes knowing you couldn’t yell as loud as you wanted to. A sense of hopelessness washed over you, as you could feel every part of your body begging to touched. However, it was then your professor stood up from his chair and bent you over, now pinning you to the desk in the exact same spot you cleared room for earlier.
A gasp tried to come out of your mouth due to the sudden movement, but Aizawa had already placed his hand over your mouth and began brutally pounding your cunt. “This what it take for girls like you to pass my class? Getting used like a cumslut?”
A set of muffled moans filled the room, as the will power you had to hold any noises back had disappeared the moment his pace had picked up. Tears began to roll down your face as your pleasure reached it’s peak and your body attempted run from the cock you’d been begging for all this time.
Your hand grasped at the air and you pleaded into the hand of your professor, as his length caused you to paint his dick white and drip cum onto the pants hanging around his ankles.
The euphoric feeling of your walls clenching down on his dick, lead to your mascara running down your cheek. A few grunts and groans came out his mouth before he quickly removed himself from your cunt, leaving you feeling relieved, but empty and ready for more.
Professor Aizawa gave himself a few pumps before releasing his nut onto your back, leaving some residue on the mini skirt he had pulled upon your waist. You layed there catching your breath as he reached down and pulled your panties up for you, redressing you with your shirt and cum covered skirt as well.
Eventually, you sat up and Professor Aizawa pulled you close to his face. Taking his thumb, he wiped away your running mascara, before moving his hand to your chin, placing a small kiss on your forehead. “When you go home make sure you study, baby. Mkay?” he whispered gently, as if he were a completely different person than the one that was corrupting you, making you cry tears of pleasure just moments before.
You replied with a small, sinless “kay~” before grabbing your purse that was set aside and limping your way towards the exit of the building. However, little did your professor know, instead of studying when you got home, you simply began planning out an even sluttier outfit for tomorrow in hopes that maybe he’d see you again and you two could start a nightly routine of hooking up together for the rest of that term.
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So, Aizawa's neck is extremely sensitive. Yup I called it.
There is a reason why he conveniently keeps it wrapped in his capture weapon most of the time.
Finding out about it was purely coincidental, it was never your intention to brush your fingers along the pale skin when you reached out to tuck a loose strand behind his ear, you couldn't help it either, he looked breathtaking in a simple black tank top and similar colored sweatpants as he emerged after his evening shower.
What was meant to be an innocent gesture, soon turned into something else entirely when his breath suddenly hitched and goosebumps appeared where your fingers had touched.
It was a new and unexpected sight that triggered something within you, and you needed more of the sensation it had evoked..
_ "So even the incredible Mr Aizawa has a weakness like the rest of us huh?" you teased for the nth time as you tightened your grip on his wrists and pressed down on his throbbing bulge before diving in to suck another bright red spot on his once flawless neck, "you've kept it well hidden this far, I'm impressed."
It's no wonder to be frank, he has always been dominant and well guarded even with you, and it is unusual of him to show any sign of vulnerability, which is why you held on to this rare instant with all your might.
_ "Alright that's enough, you've had your fun haven't you?" he huffed in apparent annoyance but did nothing to stop you, and how easy would it have been for him to free himself of your clutches, had he truly wished to.
_ "Just a little more, please." you whined a plea and kissed his delicate skin again, relishing the strangled groans he so desperately sought to muffle.
_ "Whatever.." but his feigned indifference couldn't fool you.
How could it, when his restless hips unveiled his growing impatience for something more?
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❦ KITTEN
cw: mature, mdni!, reader is a stripper, gentleman!aizawa that’s about to snap (yummy), also there’s a collar lol
PART 2 | MASTERLIST
“eraser head!” you call as you sit at your vanity. the dressing room wasn’t very crowded at the moment, and that’s probably why aizawa chose this time to walk in.
“y/n.” he nods. you pout.
“if i have to call you by your stage name, you have to call me mine.”
“not a stage name—hero name.” he corrects you.
you push your hair back, ready to go now that you’ve changed and taken off your makeup. effectively, you jokingly ignore aizawa, standing up with your bag as you hear him sigh and say, “kitten.”
you smile. close enough.
initially, he called you kitty, that was your stage name for the sole fact that you loved hello kitty. but shota decided on ‘kitten’ along the way, and because you liked him, you accepted it.
“will you be walking me home today, shota?”
he ignores your use of his first name and nods.
you two first met after a stalker incident. the emergence of quirks in society gave certain men the idea that they were above the morals of society. unfortunately, you were the target of one (being a stripper is not a safe job), and eraser head was who you turned to. over time, he came as a customer a couple times, but really, he would walk you home at the end of your shift.
it became obvious that he started walking you home because he wanted to. he told you himself that the stalker was not a threat anymore a few months ago, yet he continued to see you at the ungodly hours of the day despite his tired eyes.
you wanted him. you made that clear. he was apprehensive. the first excuse was that you were too young. you reminded him you were barely four years younger. the second was that he was protecting you. its been nearly half a year since there was any semblance of a threat towards you.
you were chipping away and he was breaking.
upon reaching the front door of your apartment, you say, “chamomile with honey.”
it was how he took his tea, and it was a slight command for him to come inside.
he didn’t argue.
you fix the drinks and bring it to him as he sat on the couch.
“oh! i have something i need your opinion on.”
you quickly left the room to change.
aizawa barely showed emotions. you danced and flirted and wore your skimpy outfits, but nothing. his eyes stayed on yours, arms crossed like always, and calm expression on his face. you wanted to see his face break, blush, you wanted to see his head thrown back.
so you come back to the living room.
he takes a quick study of your outfit. not as long a look as you wanted, and no physical reaction.
“it’s cute.” he says.
you huff and step closer.
“really? that’s it?”
“i like the collar, its good for work.”
you had no intention of wearing this to work. even for your profession, this was out of your comfort zone. it was definitely a kitty—ears, collar, accompanied by your nails—but the skirt was a belt to show your panties and it dug into plush of your thighs with garters that you just wanted to take off.
you sigh in defeat. you wore this for him and only him.
“you don’t look happy.” he comments.
you admit, “i was hoping for more.”
he holds your eye contact for a second before he lifts his finger to spin—asking you for a twirl.
you smile and obey, giving a nice mini fashion show.
he doesn’t say anything, but his finger makes a beckoning motion and you walk towards him.
“give me a lap dance.” his voice sends vibrations up you spine.
“what?”
“i can pay you.” he assumes that’s the problem. “your costume’s cute, but doesn’t look too comfortable. wouldn’t be good if you can’t dance in it.”
“i’m not on the clock.” you mumble.
his hands reach out to your hips, grabbing you and turning you around before pulling you onto his lap; your back to his chest as the breath gets knocked out of you.
“neither am i.”
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YOUR FIRST TIME WITH BNHA BOYS PT.4!
Hitoshi Shinso, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Shota Aizawa
(Aged-up, Graduated Characters! MDNI AND BLOGS WITH NO AGES DNI!)
PART1, PART2, PART3
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Hitoshi Shinso
he knew it was going to happen.
i was read a ff that mentioned shinso only wears jeans when he’s “laying pipe” and i stand by it🫡
he rolls up to your place in black, jeans and a black t-shirt AND black shoes
ALL BLACK IS SO HOT😫
you placed your hand on his thigh and it was O.V.E.R!
he was slow with it. he wanted to make sure you were comfortable.
LAWD THATS A BIG DICK!
bros like 📏😳
he’s pretty though.
tanned shaft to match his tanned chest and a thick flushed pink tip.
he doesn’t moan. he’s not very vocal.
he kinda just grunts and groans sometimes.
LOTS OF HEAVY BREATHING.
after he’ll take you to the shower to clean you up.
and fuck again
he spent the night.
Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu
you guys definitely were not dating or even talking
just friends
tetsu came over for the weekly game night you had and then boom.
a little too much alcohol and the fact tetsu spilled that he was a virgin.
you fucked him right on your couch
he’s a pretty big guy and begged wanted you on top.
tetsu was quite the adventurer
he didn’t want to stop on one round. he didn’t stop till he was tired (5)
he was large, thick, and had a smooth curve upward. VEINY
no aftercare because bro was KNOCKED.
definitely wasn’t the last time y’all fucked.
he came back for seconds (technically 6th)
Shota Aizawa
domestic life wasn’t for shota.
until he met you, duh.
a pretty little thing 10 years younger then him. (31-10=21)
you were a new teacher at U.A.
(after all might became small might you took his spot:D)
with the encouragement from mic and midnight, he asked you to dinner
after dinner��you went back to his place.
just for dick a movie of course. nothing else.
yeeeaaah no.
you don’t really know how it happened.
one moment you were cuddling watching a movie the next you were bouncing on his dick🤷🏻♀️
he was incredibly gentle after finding out it was your first time.
though he wasn’t surprised. the innocence radiated off of you.
shota wanted you in control since he didn’t want to hurt you
but you were definitely sore in the morning
AFTERCARE KING!
a warm bath, a massage was essential oils
“HEYYYYYY, ERASURE HOW WAS DINNER WITH THE LADY, EH?!”
“fine.”
you moved in a month later
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SOFTSPOT — aizawa shouta x male reader
w.c: 3.3k
a/n: alternatively titled: sonny projects onto a reader insert for 3k+ words straight i’ll never get used to writing dirty talk. got carried away.. whoops..
genitalia terms: cock, dick, hole, boypussy, cunt
WARNING: amab reader, praise, degradation, spitting, dirty talk, crybaby!reader, himbo!reader, fingering, anal, nipple play, chest mentions, use of the words ‘tits’ in a mocking manner, dumbification, mutual masterbation, sadism, humiliation, creampie
“Shooo!” You whine, purely instinctual as you shove impulsively purchased gym-mats, equipment, and protein powder into the trunk of your car. Your pro-hero boyfriend isn’t even there, probably off on patrol somewhere, but you can’t help but call for him when you need help…. Even if it’s with a simple task. He’d offered you some exclusive time to workout at U.A’s gym, even after hours, but you preferred the public ones. More motivation that way, you’d put it. Your bottom lip quivers, plump and pouty as you open a jar of discolored powder. You inhale strongly, handsome face distorting in disgust. Ah, well, at least someone else got some good money off it.
Sweat clings to your forehead, sticky on your skin and clinging embarrassingly to your chest, your sleeveless hoodie soaked. It’s a bit uncomfortable, nothing you can’t manage, just a little colder in the winter air.
The trunk of your car slams, loud as you childishly stomp over to the driver’s seat, despite already forgetting what you were so upset about. You don’t pull out of the gym parking lot just yet, instead opening your phone to see if your boyfriend had found the time to respond to your post-gym selfies. The messages remain on read, and you know Shouta would never ignore you, but your eyes can’t help but water from the neglect. You miss him.
So, like any sensible boyfriend, you call him.
Shouta is a capable man; capable of many things. He can swing through the streets of Japan in the blink of an eye— in his sleep, even. He can knock out a villain in record time, with nothing but his fists and maybe an afternoon nap. He can pick you up right where you stand, lift your legs over your head and fuck you like you weigh nothing. But a simple text back is too much?
It rings once, twice…..a few more times, before you finally hear the gruff voice you’ve been yearning for. Instantly, your mood changes, glassy eyes dry within seconds and a large, genuine smile spilling down your face as you glance at yourself in the rearview mirror. “Hello?”
“Sho-Chan!” You beam, loud enough for anyone within a ten mile radius to hear your excitement. Wiggling in your seat, you squeeze your cellphone between your shoulder and ear, starting the car and setting off to go home. Aizawa makes a sound at that, low in his throat and it rumbles in your ear. Damn, if only you kept your earbuds in! “I missed you… a lot!”
“An old man like me?” You frown in response, Shouta isn’t even old. You shake your head profusely, even if he can’t see you, completely missing the rustling sounds in the background of the call. “…Surely you’ve found someone your old age good enough for you at that gym you like so much.”
“Wha— Don’t even joke like that!” You huff, body lurching forward at the red light you almost forgot to stop at. So mean, always pushing your buttons. Your seatbelt is snug against your chest, dipping between the pillowy skin of your pecs. He’d never admit it aloud, but it was most definitely Shouta’s favorite body part of yours, squishy and soft and thick. He’s always touching you there, his large, pale hands digging into the skin until it hurts. He chuckles, hearty but breathless, like he’s preoccupied. You bite your lip, worried. “Uh, Sho?”
As capable as he is, Shouta is also a very weak man. He’s weak for puppy eyes, big and blown out and teary. He’s weak for warm hands, with nails that scratch his back and massage it the following morning after. He’s weak for pictures of you, all smiles and teeth. He’s weak for crying, the sound of hiccups and sobs leaving his pretty boys’ mouth while he tries to fit a cock in his needy holes.
He can see it now, your eyes widening with worry and concern, tears threatening to fall down your face, your eyebrows knitted as you stare at the road ahead of you. With a dragged out sigh, Aizawa groans, mocking as he says: “Sho-Chan’s gonna need your help, baby.”
“Oh!” You’re good at that— very good, even. You’re always eager to help, especially if you’re helping Shouta. It’s the least he deserves, after all. You straighten up in your seat, though you’re already nearing the reserved parking space in front of his house. Seriously, you add, “Anything, I promise. M’almost home.”
There’s a groan on the other side, a spark traveling down your spine and straight to your cock in response. You know that groan, reserved for handjobs and particularly sloppy blowjobs— like when Shouta holds your head in his hands and uses your throat, burying his cock down to the hilt, until all you can taste is him, your nose buried in his dark happy trail and and curly pubes. He’s always been a bit too big for your mouth, instead opting to slap his cock on your tongue or across your cheek when your jaw started aching too much.
“Mhm, bet you are… Waitin’ for Sho to tell you what to do, sweetheart?” You hum in affirmation almost immediately, unbuckling your seatbelt and hopping out the car with a much hastier pace. The cold, outside air makes the hair on your neck stand, your nipples hardening. “Such a good boy. Why don’t you play with your nipples while you tell him how your day was.”
You pause where you stand, eyes widening as your cock twitches in your sweatpants, straining against the fabric. In public, no less, making a distinct print in your pants as you try to cover your erection with one hand. You let out an incredulous laugh, frantically surveying the area as Shouta huffs in your ear. His request isn’t exactly that, more like a command— because you just can’t tell him no.
“I- I worked out a lot,” Switching hands between covering your dickprint and holding your phone, you swallow hard and nod to yourself. Your hand trails up your side, then to your chest, where you gently massage the plush skin of your pecs. Your middle finger gently— slightly, swirls around the sensitive bud of your nipple, a small whimper forming in the back of your throat. “Bought some, um… Um.. Protein powder.”
But you can’t just sit there, not when Shouta is almost right in front of you, his hands on your skin, his fingers inside you, his cock down his throat— he’s right there, just a few steps and a single lock away. And, God, how you hope he takes care of you when you get there. There’s a guttural noise in your ear before it’s briefly cut off. your phone vibrating in your hand as Shouta hangs up, the front door swinging open before you can even knock.
“These tits,” Is the first thing Sho’ says, slamming the door behind you until you’re trapped between it and his tall body. You want to protest, to whine and stomp your feet because they’re certainly not tits, but your need to please is much stronger. Instead, you whine, your head falling forward as you melt in his hands. His hands roam your chest, calloused palms pushing them together obscenely. You squirm, pouting. “Could play with them all day. Would you like that, hm?”
He knows you would.
“Hear how wet my dick is? Fuck, you don’t even know what you do to me,” He’s overwhelming your senses, his stubble brushing against your chest as he takes a perky bud into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth. Shouta’s no stranger to using his mouth— in fact, you might just share an oral fixation in common. Your eyes flutter closed, your knees buckling as he licks a flat, long stripe over your sensitive nipple. “Going stupid on me already?”
You shake your head, your cheeks puffed out as he looks up at you through his dark lashes, his equally dark bangs obstructing his vision. You’re so cute, huffing and puffing quietly as a wet patch grows on your pants, right where your tip leaks through your boxers. Your natural smell is stronger, and your chest is still glowing with sweat from your workout.
“Sho, listen I–”
Shouta’s eyebrows furrow, his jaw setting as his other hand rolls your unoccupied nipple between his fingers. Your mouth snaps shut. Staring back at him is too much for you, his eyes darkening the more you make contact. You feel like prey, and Aizawa is the unrelenting predator.
You blink away, a startled gasp leaving your lips when his strong hand grips your jaw and sets your gaze back on him. His smile is devious, his canines sharp and glinting under the ceiling lights. You can’t hold onto anything around you, not the doorknob or the doorframe, so you settle for Shouta’s sleeve, ballling your hand into a fist as he flicks your nipples to watch your tits jiggle in response. So embarrassing!
“Look at that, sweet boy, letting me use you how I want, letting me take what I want. Good boy.”
Your body feels warm as you keen— scorching hot, even— while Shouta chuckles at the sight, purring low in his chest. You love making Shouta happy- you live for it, love blooming in your chest as you nod along. You’re a good boy! Shouta’s good boy! He said it himself! You could feel the rumble of his voice in your sternum, where he was hunched over before lowering himself to remove your shoes, your pants, your hoodie.
Your boxers are ruined, almost like you had cum in your pants before he even thought of touching your cock. He swats your shy hands away from your crotch, cooing as flustered tears well in your eyes. Even with the fat crystals threatening to spill he can see your cock jump, especially when it lands right atop your belly button, a trail of sticky precum correcting you to your underwear. Such a crybaby.
“Spit on it.”
“I— Spit?” You blink once, twice, three more times as you try to process the demand. Your cock throbs, unbearably needy, as you look down at it. When you glance back up Shouta looks expectant, but patient as he watches you connect the dots. He does it first, untucking himself from his pants to spit down on his palm, then rubbing said spit into his big, veiny cock.
Ah.
It’s more pathetic than anything, your lips parting as you spit down on your cock. It’s more akin to drool, a long trail of spit slowly trailing down your lips and chin until it pools at your head. Wet and slick, your fingers twitch as you wrap your hand around your dick, toying with the slit just like Sho’ does. It feels better with his hands though, and you sigh impatiently. No one does it like he does,
“Need…need your hand.”
You need a lot of Shouta’s things these days. You need his fingers, deep inside your hole while he toys with your chest. You need his hand, warm and right and too good when he fists your cock. You need his dick, thick and barely able to pass the rim of your hole. It hits every spot just right, so big and so deep, sometimes accompanied by Shouta’s thumb if you’re feeling extra greedy. You need him to make decisions for you, when you’re too cockdrunk to remember your words. When you’re too stupid to decide anything for yourself.
You’re sure you’re crying by now— it feels like it, you can feel wet streaks on your face as Shouta takes his cock in his hand and rubs it against his own, heads squelching together and precum mixing together as you keen into his touch. His other hand, less dominant, reaches your neck, holding you steady against the door as you rut into his hand like a puppy. You hear yourself choke on a moan, a strangled and pathetic sound that has Aizawa’s dick twitching against yours. Loud and wet, your head falls back against the door with a quiet thump, much to your hero’s amusement.
There’s too much warmth; his hands, his fingers, his cock. You’re nodding along to nothing, eyes darting everywhere and nowhere all at once. Your body pulses, long strokes to your cock making you whine pitifully. Aizawa’s pupils are blown wide, his pink tongue darting over his equally pink lips as he watches you crumble in his hands, leaning into the hand around your throat. It snakes down your chest, lower against your belly button, and around your waist.
At this rate you’re going to explode.
His big, long fingers reach your ass, kneading the plush skin between fingers. You can feel him pulling your cheeks apart, his hands greedy and strong and harsh, when he lets go to place a hard smack to the exposed skin. Shouta laughs when you whine in return, squirming when he grabs your hip so hard it hurts.
You try so hard, proud of yourself as you try to warn Shouta of what’s coming next, of the cum about to shoot straight across your stomach, it takes every ounce of self control you have to scrape together the words you want to say— you have to say. His tight, wet grip has your toes curling, your balled fists reaching up for the dark bundles of hair draped along Aizawa’s shoulders. His middle finger, inching closer and closer to your rim.
“Oh, fuckfuckfuck, m’gonna cum, waitwait, Shooo.”
“Mmm, hold on, sugar. Gonna get one out of you with my fingers in this cunt,” There’s something cold and sleek pressed against your taint, gradually warming up the more it circles your rim. There’s nowhere for you to go— forward is into Shouta’s arms, your cocks bumping together lewdly, backward are his fingers; long, thick, calloused and deep. You let out another hiccup, going with the latter of the two as his finger disappears inside you. Grunting along. Shouta’s fingers reach impossibly deep inside you first try, your hole swallowing him up with little resistance. “Did you fuck yourself before you got home? Shoved those needy fingers in your hole because you missed Sho-chan’s big dick pulsing inside your hole? T’aww.”
“Uh-huh, mhm, yeah,” Another mindless, breathless nod while in the back of your head you find yourself pouting. It’s not a cunt and you certainly don’t find that phrase hot at all! You move to nuzzle your forehead against his stubble, moaning out tiny sounds with each brush to your prostate. Shouta lets you drool on his shoulder, eyes squeezed right as you buck your hips into his. You’re sobbing into his ear, thighs trembling against the door as he spreads your cheeks apart, and cool air meets your hole. “Hmmph..”
“Turn around for me, show me where Daddy fucks you. Where his dick goes.” That’s a new one. But he’s right, it’s a perfect fit— even if it needs some prep. He fills you up just right, keeps you stuffed on his cock till all you can do is whine and cry, bounces you up and down until you’re both satisfied. You’re in love.
So you turn, dizzy and wobbly on your legs and unabashedly eager to be good for your lover. He keeps you upright if anything, basically manhandling you until you’re where he wants you, back arched against the door and your cheek squished below the peep-hole. Your hands travel down your chest, down to your hips where they swerve back, palms resting on the swell of your ass. A hungry, animalistic grin graces Shouta’s lips as he watches you spread your cheeks apart once more, the puffy hole winking back at him. You try to smile at him, messy-faced and dopey.
Cute.
There’s more spit now than you remember, warm and sloppy as Shouta rubs it into your hole. Your cock strains painfully, desperate for release, but somehow your overwhelming need to feel full is stronger. And full you’ll be, as Aizawa’s balls tighten, his cock sliding across the crack of your ass, then around your hole. There’s an obscene smack of the head against your rim, then the sound of Shouta sucking in a deep breath through his teeth.
“Shh. Let me in, let me in, baby.” His dick enters slowly, making you sniffle in response. You try your hardest to relax, to sit still and let Sho’ take you how he wants, but you can’t help it. He presses into your hole like he owns it, deep and heavy as his thighs meet the bottom of your backside.
“Take it like you were made for me.”
His balls slap against your own slow, at first, then quickly and sporadically increasing in speed at the expense of your throat. It’s almost like he’s fucking you there too, deep enough that you can taste his precum at the very back of your tongue. His strong arms wrap around your body, hands squeezing your large chest while you bat your wet eyelashes.
“Fuuck, you take it so well. Love watching that greedy fuckin’ hole suck me in. So fuckin’ wet n’ sloppy, ugh, such a good pocketpussy.”
Your rut against the door, pounding against it with each forward thrust, your cock threatening to spurt any second. Shouta’s grumbling something in your ear, something you can’t make out through the foggy haze, but you feel yourself tighten up in response anyway. You babble through your tears, wailing loud and incoherent and something along the lines of ‘I’m Sho’s good boy,’ but who’s keeping track.
“Too— hmm.. I can't.” Shouta’s hand caresses your cheek, curling into a lazily formed fist as he gently knocks a knuckle (though it’s more like the fat of his hand) against your forehead. He makes a sly comment about how hollow and empty your head sounds, a dark and rich laugh erupting from his mouth.
“S’it too much, honey? My dick’s just too much for that tiny little hole,” Your cock jumps against your tummy, twitching until it can’t anymore, cum shooting straight out your tip until you’re drooling on the door, eyes rolled behind your head as Shouta continues using you— you’d only gotten tighter, after all. “That’s too bad. Come on— you can take it, let me stuff it full. Bet you’re so proud of yourself too. Proud of that slutty fuckin’ boypussy.”
Your toes curl, thigh muscles clenching tight as Aizawa keeps you upright, lifting your boneless body up and down, his cock disappearing inside you. Even as he pulls out, your body pulls him right back in. But he’s clearly reaching his limit, his dick pulsating inside you with vigor as he spurts a thick, sticky load inside you around your rim.
He pulls out completely with a hiss, watching his cum slowly trickle out, thick globs collecting at the back of your thighs. He’s the only thing holding you up, your strong legs suddenly jello in his grasp. You make no effort to move, letting him manhandle you onto the couch. His hands are warm in contrast to the wet cloth you don’t remember him grabbing, but it feels good and cool against your skin.
“Sho-Chan..” You whine, not nearly as high in your throat as your moans. “Kiss me.”
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I want your tongue twister!! ★
Featuring; Aizawa x Reader (Female)
TW; Nicknames like; Doll, Baby, pretty girl. Degradation, Praise, overstimulation, Publix sex, slight humiliation, Eating out, mirror sex, sugar daddy Aizawa. ★
Summary; Aizawa can’t stand shopping, but he likes the way you run his pockets ★
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You were shopping with Shouta looking for something to wear for your little vacation with him next week. And he was tired of holding bags, Picking out lipstick shades, picking out eyeshadow shades. He was bored and just wanted to get home and have dinner. “Doll, I love you, but please, hurry so we could get home.” He said with a sigh watching you pick from two outfits that looked the same. “I’m almost done Baby, be a-little patient for me pretty please..?” You asked batting your long lashes at him with a pout. “20 more minutes, that’s it.” He said making you squeal happily. “Thank you, baby!!” You said before quickly giving him a peck on the lips.
“Which one?” You asked showing him a blue swimsuit and a green one. “I’ll buy you both I don’t mind,” Shouta said and you grinned widely looking for your size. “I’m gonna try it on, give me a second! Kay?” You asked looking at him as he rolled his eyes. “Mk.” He said taking a seat on a chair and placing the bags down next to him. He waited a couple of minutes, hoping you would walk out anytime soon to show him. As if on cue you walked out smiling cutely at him, you had on a two-piece Blue bikini set, and the top was strapless and had a gold circular ring in the middle of it showing off a little of your cleavage. On top of the bottoms was a pink beach skirt that was clear.
He looked up from his phone and his cock went hard instantly, he got up from his chair combing his hair back with his fingers taking a deep breath calming himself down, literally. “Do a spin for me, baby..” He said and you giggled before doing a slow spin showing off the swimsuit. He groaned eyeing all your curves. “Fuck.” he muttered, he loved the way it barely covered up your ass he could easily rip it off of you and fuck you right there, and he wanted to. He walked up to you pulling you towards him eyeing you down like you were his meal. “Do you know... what you do to me pretty girl?” he asked and you smiled. “Get you excited?” you asked batting your eyelashes at him and that was his last straw.
He grabbed the bags and tossed them in the changing room before pushing you in there himself. “Fuck, you keep me here for hours... Then decide to try on this.” He groaned pushing you up against the wall and kissing you roughly. “Your such a fucking slut.” he whispered in your ear making you whine while grinding up against him. “Sho... Your gonna make me dirty the swimsuit..” You muttered feeling him kiss up your neck. “Don't worry about it, it's coming off of you in a minute anyways.” He said while rubbing his hands up and down your sides before pulling down the panties and tossing them somewhere on the bench behind you two.
He then turned you around pressing you up against the mirror. “Look how much of a slut you are baby, you look so sexy don't you?” he asked with a smile before gripping your neck. “Stay quiet alright? You wouldn't want anyone else to hear how much of a slut you are... Getting fucked by a prohero.” he scoffed before placing his middle finger and ring finger in your mouth and grinning wide watching you suck them almost like it's an instinct. He pressed his fingers down on your tongue before taking them out and then slipping them into your wet cunt.
You let out an abrupt moan which he quickly cut off by squeezing your throat harder. He set a slow pace for a couple of seconds, pulling you closer to him to get a kiss, then pushing you back against the mirror and finger fucking you at what someone would say is an inhuman pace. “F-fuck..” you muttered quietly with tears sliding down your face. “What are you cryin’ for? We only just started,” he asked, not expecting an answer.
He smiled watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body shake. “S...Shouta! F-fuck!! I'm gonna cum! Let me cum please!“ you asked babbling out curses, and shaking. “Cum doll, cum all over my fingers…make a mess.” He said watching as you finally let go of your orgasm, your legs shaking uncontrollably as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your back arched. “Good girl….” Shouta said kissing your back. Yet, Shouta didn’t even let up still fucking his fingers into your tight, wet cunt. “W-wait! S’too much!” You squealed trying to move away from his fingers that were buried deep inside you.
“Stop trying to run away, could I run when you made me hold your bags?” He asked glaring at you through the mirror forcing you to look at him from there as well. You shook your head quickly, making him slap give a harsh slap to your ass, making you yelp. “Use you fucking words, you knew how to use em’ earlier.” He said harshly. “N-no! No! you couldn’t run! m’sorry!” You replied quickly as his fingers started to move faster than before, and you thought that was Impossible. “Exactly so stay fucking still, and take it.” He said before getting back to work.
He fingered you roughly and not even a minute later you were shaking again. “Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!” You yelled out multiple times in his hand that was covering your mouth. And he was quick to remove his fingers from your cunt, you were confused until you saw him kneel your the mirror and start eating you out. You let out a loud moan, before slamming your hand over your mouth. But Shouta didn’t even care, he continued to enjoy his meal, which was you.
You then heard a quiet knock on your door and you shook from the shock quickly trying to move Shoutas head from your sopping pussy. “Everything ok in there? We heard a noise.” The worker asked worried for your safety. “M-yes! m’fine!! I just let out a squeal c-cause.. the dress is so c-cute!” You were stuttering over your words, your face red as day. Yet, Your husband was still nose deep Inside your cunt. “Oh ok! I’m glad you like it, let us know if you need any more help!” The worker said as you both heard her footsteps fade away.
You were about to scold him until you felt yourself come undone. You quickly slammed your hand over your mouth as your body shook again and your eyes went crossed. “T-thank you! Thank you so much!” you muttered shaking so much Shouta was worried you would fall.
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“Thank you for shopping here! Come again soon!”
“We surely will, thanks.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“By the way, when we get in the car you gotta help me fix my problem.”
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s. aizawa + "nobody likes a secret."
— suggestive themes, gn!reader, alcohol consumption, reader is a pro hero + UA teacher
— requested by @artemis32 for my five seconds flat event <3
"Y'know what?" you prompt, cheek smushed into the tabletop as you eye the man sitting next to you. "I think you like me." It comes out matter-of-factly, because obviously you're right. You pop back up to take another sip of your drink, frowning at the watered-down alcohol as you near the end of it.
Aizawa tries not to stare at your wet lips wrapped around your plastic straw, but thankfully you're too engrossed in sipping up every last drop to notice him failing miserably.
"Well, you should stop thinking," he suggests, pulling the glass away from your lips before you spill ice down your shirt.
"God," you groan, "'M trying to!"
The UA faculty appreciation party was in full-swing and downright boring. The only thing keeping you going was the open bar and a suited-up Aizawa Shouta sitting at your lonesome table.
He hums, watching you snatch up his own drink with a raised brow.
You take a sip before pushing it back over to him, wincing at the harsh burn sliding down your throat. You contemplate the small chuckle at your expression, analyzing the sharpness of his jaw, his heavy-lidded eyes, and the pink of his lips. “I think you should come to my place.”
“What did I just tell you to stop doing?”
“Exactly. I stopped thinking— so you should finish that drink, admit you do like me, and then you should come home with me.” You flash a toothy smile like you didn’t just ask him to sleep with you, and nudge his glass further into his hand.
He meets your eye, hardly blinking while trying to process if you’re screwing with him or not. Because you were always one to leave things professional, drawing clear lines in the sand with flashing lights and blaring sirens warning DO NOT CROSS.
Casual sex amongst the pros was far from uncommon, but you were far from casual. He knows this.
So when you look up at him all pretty, with a tipsy smile and a foot not-so-innocently trailing up his calf, Aizawa listens like a smart man, and downs the rest of his bourbon. He ushers you out the side door with a large hand splayed across the small of your back, "Maybe you're right," he whispers, the low vibrations of his voice rumbling against your ear as he flags down a cab.
. . .
Warm sheets drape over your shoulders as the morning sunlight peeks in from behind the curtains. You're roused from slumber by a grating trill sounding from your bedside table. Your phone rings ceaselessly, and you will it in your mind to silence it as you bury your cheek into your pillow, hoping that whoever is calling you will stop.
They don't.
Huffing, you shove the blanket down, allowing the morning chill to litter your skin with goosebumps as you blindly reach for your phone. Not bothering to check the caller ID, you answer the call, knowing it's just your friend checking up on you.
"Hey, did I wake you?"
You reply with nothing more than an affirmative groan.
Her hearty laugh echoes through the speaker, "Sorry, sorry! Just calling to make sure you're still alive. You are still alive, right? I didn't see you leave last night."
"Yeah, I'm alive," you offer, a sleepy smile making its way to your face. "Sorry I didn't tell you I was leaving. Had some company."
"Oh? Well, you can't leave me hanging! Who was it? Wait, wait, wait— are they still there?!" she whisper-yells, as if anyone else could hear her in your bedroom.
Well— behind you, a deep, low grumble grabs your attention. Chapped lips kiss along your jaw, "'Mornin'," Aizawa whispers, too low for your friend to hear clearly.
"Oh my God, they so are! Who is that?!"
"Can I call you back?" you evade, leaning into the sweet, heady kisses Aizawa starts pressing into your skin.
"What—? No! C'monnn, spill already. Nobody likes a secret," she pleads, desperate for any clues.
You're about to insist on calling her later, but his impatience rears its very horny head. He slings a thick, muscled thigh over your waist, pulling your hips flush against his as he rolls on top of your figure.
"Shouta—!" you yelp, desire sparking hot and low in your tummy. Aizawa's teeth teasingly nip at the soft skin of your chest, and his tongue laves at the dips and divots along the column of your neck. His stubble scratches at your skin in the loveliest of ways, and you almost forget you're still on the phone.
"Hang up," he mumbles, his nose and lips now grazing dangerously close to the mic on your cell, burying his face into your neck as his rapidly stiffening cock begins to rut against your thigh.
"No fucking way."
A surprised giggle slips from your mouth, "You heard the man. Gotta go!"
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softly loving you
warnings: mha spoilers regarding aizawa
aizawa is asleep on your couch.
that fact in itself isn’t a big deal- he sleeps everywhere. it isn’t rare to see him curled up in his sleeping bag on the floor of his classroom. his students have long gotten used to it, stepping over him if need be. it’s very endearing to those who know and love him. but you know better.
aizawa is constantly tired because he never truly rests.
he never fully lets himself sink into a true slumber, one ear always listening in case something happens, in case someone needs him. (there have too many times where he wasn’t with his students when they needed him-and he’s determined to never fail them again.)
so there’s few times that aizawa actually sleeps. this is one of those times. he’s slumped over on your couch, mouth hanging open and snoring. his eye patch has half fallen off because he’s buried his head into the cute throw pillow with a black cat on it that you got because it reminded you of him. (he acted like he didn’t think that was funny, but he pulled you into a kiss just after you held it up and showed it to him.)
you hate to do it, but you know his back is going to kill him the next morning if you let him sleep like that any longer. so you walk over and perch on the edge of the couch by his waist and begin to gently run your fingers through his hair, twisting it lightly when you get to the ends of the inky strands. over the years you’ve learned how to wake him up without startling him. he is a hero after all, and when he’s startled his first thought is defense, which ended up with your arms in a strong hold before he realized it was you. (you’ll never forget the look on his face whenever he realized that it was you.)
it shows how deep in sleep he is by how it take you calling his name a couple of times to get him to stir. one dark eye slowly blinks open to look at you, and a small smile appears on his face when he sees that’s it you.
“hi.” you whisper, a grin of your own showing on your face.
“hi.” his voice is deeper than normal, a gravely quality to it that only appears whenever he first wakes up. “what time is is?”
“almost midnight. c’mon hero, let’s go to bed.”
he lets you pull him up, not helping and making you do all the work, smiling at you in a sleepy, goofy way whenever you huff at him. the click of his prosthetic hitting your hardwood floors is jarring in the otherwise silent apartment, but you both ignore it. when you get to your bedroom, he sits on the edge of the bed to start taking his leg off but pauses whenever you get on your knees before him.
“let me do it.” is what you murmur, but you don’t get to before he cups your face in one large, calloused hand, engulfing the side of your face. his eyes are deep as they stare at you nuzzling into his palm and kissing the center. he swipes his thumb over your bottom lip before letting go and leaning back, leaving you to it.
after you take it off, you place it gently beside the nightstand and crawl onto your own side of the bed, beside aizawa who was already under the covers and waiting for you. he pulls you close with one arm, so that you’re facing each other and holding hands in the middle by your chests. he had taken his eye patch off while waiting for you, and you gaze at him, quietly marveling at the rough, gorgeousness he posses so quietly.
he leans forward to press a solid kiss to your forehead, then your lips. it’s a slow, lazy kiss, both of you tired from the day yet still wanting to show each other your love. the two of you fall asleep like that, foreheads pressed together, hands held between your hearts that have long since matched beats.
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STARBOY
-> Pairing: shōta aizawa / sub! (trans) male reader
-> Request: yes / no
-> Word Count: 1K (roughly)
➷...Summary: shō offers a helping hand (more like mouth) when you're in need.
-> Notes: not the fic that was meant to be posted this week but seeing as that one is yet to be completed i thought i would post this request in the meantime!
➷...Content Warnings: vaginal descriptions, use of the word cunt, mentions of testosterone, exhibition, age gap (though not specified, both are adults), coach/athlete trope(?), oral (reader receiving), squirting, being caught masturbating, biting, at some point it is implied that shō may have a negative reaction to the reader being trans but he does not. if i miss anything let me know.
“You've got to be—holy shit, this can’t be real.” He grunts, his voice a gravelly whisper amongst the sound of sneakers frantically shuffling across the court. Jesus. His free hand immediately goes to his mess of black hair, strumming his calloused fingers through the stray strands clinging to his sweaty forehead.
It’s a lost cause — it’s all a fucking lost cause. This team is the last nail in the coffin that was Shōta Aizawa’s career as an athlete.
The corners of his lips can’t help but curl upwards at that thought. An athlete? Maybe some ridiculously delusional part of himself still had a shred of his youthful shamelessness. He is, and has been, a disgrace for quite some time now.
His days of being a household name are long gone. You’ve taken his place now, haven’t you? You’re a good player, a team player, and not too hard on the eyes either.
Shō’s had his eyes on you for a while now. You’ve come a long way since he first saw you handing out water bottles to the members of your team. Now you’re destroying his team on the court. It takes every ounce of self-control in him to not laugh. Funny how the world works, right?
Shōta Aizawa prides himself on how mature he is. He’s not going to pick a fight with you. You’re half his age for crying out loud. He’s above that because he’s incredibly mature; As most people his age would be.
So, it’s purely coincidental that he’s in the same locker room as you. He just happened to take a wrong turn when attempting to find his team. As their coach, it’s his duty to comfort them after such a…horrific loss. But accidents happen and he couldn’t just waltz in here without conversing with you. What if you misunderstood and painted him out to be some kind of pervert? It’s only right that he makes small talk.
But the words that were at the tip of his tongue disappeared in an instant. Perhaps his critical thinking skills have gone along with it. Well, this is quite the turn of events, isn’t it?
“…In all my years of playing this damn game,” He cocks his head sideways, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “I’ve never found it remotely arousing.” He says pointedly, clicking his tongue. Your skin warms.
You open and close your mouth once, twice, and then a third time but no words slide past those ridiculously beautiful lips of yours. Shō doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s staring. “Each to their own,” He shrugs and you want nothing more than the floor to swallow you whole.
“I…” You start, scrambling to find the right words to say. But in a situation like this, what could you say? The coach of the opposing team just walked in on you with your hands down your pants. Not a good look.
“Wh–What are you even doing in here, first of all?” You counter, fighting a heated blush as you not-so-discreetly pull your hand out of your shorts. Fingers coated in your arousal fluid.
Silence, then a moment later he deadpans, “Got lost, and then walked in on you…doing whatever it is that you were doing.” And before you can stop yourself, “It’s the testosterone, I can’t help it, alright?” you dig yourself into a deeper hole.
Shō blinks at you, once, twice, and then a third time. It’s like you’re taking turns leaving one another speechless. Before his mouth forms something of an ‘O’ shape. You grimace, bracing yourself for this embarrassing situation to take an even worse turn. But it doesn’t.
“Jesus,” He curses, more so to himself, and then takes a deep breath. “I can leave so you can finish—” He stops himself, sounding embarrassed, “…or I can help you with that problem of yours.”
“Go—You can go ahead,” you say, swallowing hard. Everyone has their needs, you remind yourself.
Shō’s gaze meets yours momentarily, silently requesting your approval once more. You nod, turning your head to the side as you lay on one of the benches, your legs spread. Dripping cunt on full display.
He lowers his face in between your legs without hesitation, warm breath tickling your sensitive thighs. As his teeth gently graze the fat of your thighs. He takes his time, gently nipping at your thighs before trailing light kisses up either one. Stopping just short of your drooling hole.
It’s torture, really. The way he alternates between light kisses, gentle nips, and then full-on sucking hickeys onto your inner thighs. Always stopping short of your cunt.
The rough pads of his fingers dig into the skin of your hips as he holds you in place. He’s a lot stronger than he looks. His tongue lapped at your thighs covered in arousal fluid. It’s like he’s never tasted anything sweeter and you squirm, utterly embarrassed. Embarrassed by how wet it makes you; Embarrassed by the sounds you’re both making.
After what felt like hours—You don’t know, you’ve lost track of time. His mouth moves from your thighs to your glistening labia. He presses a kiss to your outer lips, taking his time to spread them, before licking a fat stripe over your labia. You feel yourself tremble, biting down on your lower lip to stifle your moans. There are still people outside. But you’d be lying if you said that didn’t make it all the more exciting.
And then it happens without warning — his tongue breaches your entrance. Your eyes flutter closed, and you knit your brows together when you feel him squeezing your clit in between the rough pads of his fingers. It’s all so perfect. He’s dragged this out for far too long.
He’s so good to you. Your legs are shaking but he holds you in place with one hand as he laps at your sopping-wet cunt like it’s his last meal. You can feel your orgasm creep up on you and oh when it does, you’re squirting. Spraying your juices all over his face, and he doesn’t protest in the slightest. He pulls away, lips quirking, and licks what’s left on his face contently.
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“Babe, babe.” He calls to you, grabbing your face to look at his. His eyes glaring into yours as he soft whispers. “look.”
he says, slighting raising his eyebrow as he stares at you with love and lust in his eyes.
He swiftly thrusts harder, going faster and deeper as you roll your head back, shutting your eyes as you let out a moan.
His eyes glare you down as you squeeze his arm, softening like putty as you melt into him . ༯
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SMITTEN (Yandere Aizawa HCS (w/ a abused reader
CWS - platonic aizawa, platonic, abuse, angst, controlling parents, slight yandere aizawa, sleep deprivation,
NOTE - uh, goodnight lol. Please give me recommendations.
I - It didn't take him long to realize what was going on in your household.
II - You'd either come to school all tired, dull eyes with visible eyebags or you'd come to school with new bruises.
III - Either way, you'd start distancing yourself from the other students.
IV - He'd find out when your classmates were talking about the fact you weren't as energetic and acting unusual.
V - He didn't think so much of this, until you completely stopped coming to school some days.
VI - And the worst is, when you did attend, you'd look more tired and beat than usual.
VII - When they'd having parent and teacher conferences, the only thing he'd see is the fact that your parents might have been a little strict and controlling. They didn't seem satisfied with your grades, even when they were pretty high for your age.
VIII - But suddenly, they stopped showing up at the meetings completely.
IX - That's how Aizawa got suspicious.
X - Of course he'd have to alert other teachers about this, he couldn't keep it a secret.
XI - After a while, him seeing you down would get him on the nerves to the point he'd have you sit aside and explain what's going on at home.
XII - You'd lie, which he'd obviously realize you were. He isn't dumb.
XIII - Since you'd skipped so many lessons, the homework had stockpiled and he was willing to help you with that.
XIV - By that I mean keep you in his office while you finish your homework and he grades papers.
XV - After you two had finished he'd insist on driving you home. He'd want to see how things were looking at your home after all.
XVI - He'd stop at the small apartment. You'd fumble with the keys and open the door. Much to his surprise everything was strangely empty.
XVII - There was barely any food in the fridge and counters, drawers etc was completely stripped of its contents.
XVIII - You'd tell your teacher that it was simply because your parents had full time jobs and were barely home.
XIX - And while it was true, when they did return from home, they'd just be abusive and throw mean comments at you.
XX - The only food in the fridge was groceries you had bought from the store yourself. And the spare change they'd left you was barely keeping you on thin ice.
XXI - They'd pay rent, come back once in a while and then leave.
XXII - But you couldn't tell Aizawa that.
XXIII - He'd open the fridge asking why there was barely anything in it. "Oh that's because they haven't stocked up.." or when he'd see the empty drawers and shelves. "That's because we were cleaning up."
XXIV - It was obvious you were lying. The hidden blood stain on your sofa had already made that obvious.
XXV - He'd decide to keep his frustration low and simply just order takeout for the two of you.
XXVI - You couldn't really refuse such an offer, he was your teacher after all.
XXVII - He'd agree to stay with you until your parents returned, but it as time flew by, he grew more concerned on why your parents weren't returning.
XXVIII - It was only past midnight a harsh and rough knocking could be heard on the hardwood of the apartment door.
XXIX - You'd open the door and then be met with a scowl from your parents as they pushed you aside.
XXX - They'd quickly stop in their tracks as they saw who was sitting on the sofa, holding a phone in their hand, ready to click call on a certain number they'd least expect to be called.
XXXI - "So, you wanna explain why and what you've been doing to your child these past months, or should I say years?" He'd ask sternly.
XXXII - Not long after your parents had returned, a heated argument was happening between your teacher Aizawa and your parents.
XXXIII - "I know my child better than you do!" You'd hear your parents exclaim outside the door as you hid in the bathroom.
XXXIV - "You mean the one you've neglected?" He'd reply. And the argument would continue.
XXXV - You'd step out of the bathroom and try to step in but Aizawa would glare and point to the front door. "Get out in the car right now F/N." He'd say.
XXXVI - "But-" You'd say, but then be cut off right after by Aizawa. "Car. Now." He'd say more loudly and you'd rush outside and hide in Mr. Aizawa's car.
XXXVII - Not long after he'd call child protective services and your parents would be arrested. He'd watch as your parents get taken away and he'd walk back to his car.
XXXVIII - "I'm sorry for yelling kid." He'd apologize. He'd try to comfort you after such an incident.
XXXIX - After this incident he'd agree to take full custody of you.
XXXX - He'll do anything to help you recover. Let you get rest, help you with homework and etc.
XXXXI - He'd never let anyone hurt you like that again.
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