#aizawa mha

[russlanbf]

I'm sorry but is true 😭

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𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐇𝐂𝐬

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Izuku Midoriya, who has the meanest , nastiest death glare in the world. The minute the waiter even started looking at you for longer then he should’ve his mood was soured. I mean he stands and says you guys can find another , classier , place to dine. All while keeping those iridescent green eyed glued to the waiter in silent threat. Only to give you a sheepish grin when you ask what all that was about. “Oh I just didn’t want you to feel awkward”

Katsuki Bakugou, who just looms. Who festers and seethes very angrily. Coming up behind you in his tailored to perfection suit like a shadow while the side kick who thought it’s be a good idea to flirt with his partner , in his agency, at his gala, is now looking over your shoulder very nervously. And when you turn to see who’s there and it’s just your husband being well, your husband. You chuckle nervously and excuse yourselves. Scolding him in a whisper as you both walk away and he mutters about how you’re his and people should know better.

Shoto Todoroki who is ,semi surprisingly, the most normal behaved man here. A curt but ice cold “they’re taken” leaving his mouth the minute the person in front of you starts to look at you the way only he should. Arm sliding around your waist and holding you close to his side as he silently shoo’s whatever ‘nobody’ that was bothering you away. Eyebrow raised in challenge

Eijiro Kirishima, who tries to be normal!! Really tries. Because he knows he’s your husband you know you’re his, but this idiot in front of you hasn’t gotten the hint yet. And while he’s confident in himself and in the fact that you’d never have eyes for anyone but him…he really can’t help himself. “They’re gorgeous right? Oh I know” “oh yeah , trust me I get it” “stare all you want-“ he doesn’t mean this , he is ready to hurt someone. “-it’s all you’ll get before I take ‘em home”. It is a tad mean yes, but he can’t be a gentleman all the time, it’s not possible. And if the same loser happens to catch you guys making out like a pair of teenagers pressed against his car later that night. Oops.

Denki Kaminari, who continues to be very unserious unless it’s life or death and this certainly isn’t that. Who watches as this bartender flirts with you, in front of him. Lips pressed in a line before he simply laughs. And he shouldn’t, it’s rude and insulting, he should knock the guys teeth in really. But does he know how long he plotted on you. How hard he worked to get here? No one is taking you from him, you barely let him in! “Dude , just quit it for real” holding up his ring finger like it’s his middle with a loose but cocky smile still gracing his features. “Ya snooze ya loose”

Shouta Aizawa, who is now regretting coming to this function at all. A stupid work cocktail party. Except now someone’s flirting with you and he’d like to go home. So what does he do. He walks up, scoffs, and grabs your hand to pull you away and out of the party. He has no time to get worked up. Not when there’s a bed and your cat children waiting for you both at home, your home. “What was that about ?” “He was flirting and I’m tired .”

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𝐋𝐦𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤. 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❤︎︎

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧❤︎︎

[mayajadewrites]

deprivation

shota aizawa x reader

characters: shota aizawa, fem! reader

synopsis: the teachers of UA are out at a bar for their weekly happy hour. aizawa is (reluctantly) there, sipping on a beer after a long week of dealing with his students. reader has had a long week dealing with her own classes and other hero work, so she's letting loose tonight.

warnings: alcohol, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), smut!!!

IM BACK! this is the first thing i've written in months so pls be kind to me :) i've missed u guys!

"Another round, bartender!" Present Mic, Hizashi, slams down his shot glass and smiles at the bartender with his pearly white teeth as he lowers his glasses on his nose.

You feel the warm liquid go down your throat as you throw back yet another shot - courtesy of Hizashi and Nemuri. Your mouth curves into a pout as you feel the burning sensation down your esophagus, shaking your head.

"Fuck, what was that? Acid?" You take a sip of water, shaking your head as you look over at Shota Aizawa, who's leaning lazily on the wall next to the table, his gaze lazily on you.

"Tequila." He speaks up quietly before sipping on his beer. He has his hair half up, half down and his sleeves are rolled up slightly so you can see his forearms. His muscular, manly forearms.

The truth is, you've had feelings for Aizawa for awhile now. You're pretty good at masking them, however you can have to stop yourself from letting your feelings crawl up your throat and out of your mouth.

You've known Aizawa for about 3 years, been friendly and even had some lunches together in the faculty break room.

He's a friend. A coworker. A colleague. And he doesn't do relationships, according to... well, everyone.

Being a teacher and a hero means your schedule is always busy. Almost no time to relax, except the weekly happy hour.

"Well, it's gross." You look up at Aizawa for a moment before turning your attention back to Hizashi and Nemuri.

Aizawa chuckles lightly before shaking his head, going back to being quiet and observing.

Another drink can't hurt.

It must've been a couple hours later, but you've lost most of the control of your limbs and mind. Shot after shot, drink after drink - your mind was hazy.

Your eyes are half lidded as you rest your cheek on your palm, shamelessly staring at Aizawa as you give him a warm, drunk smile.

"You're cut off." He says, putting his beer bottle on the table. You give him an uncharacteristic pout, leaning up slightly.

"You're no fun." You stand up, almost falling as you try to stand up straight. You feel large, warm hands on your hips, catching you before you fall.

When you look up, you're almost hypnotized by the dark eyes that are staring back at you.

"I'm taking you home." Aizawa says, grabbing his jacket, then helping you put yours on.

When you lift your arms, a pout is still on your face as he pulls the sleeves over your arms. He's treating you like a child. "I can put my jacket on myself."

Aizawa looks at you, giving you a knowing look before he rolls his eyes, pulling your sleeves up. He doesn't answer verbally, but you know he's saying some sarcastic remark in his head.

You pull your purse over your shoulder, running your fingers through your hair to try to gain some sort of control. To feel something.

You feel the strands of your hair, taking a breath as you look down. How did you get so drunk? Did the bartender put more liquor in the drinks than usual?

You feel Aizawa's large hand grip your arm, gently pulling you out of the bar. You hear a mess of drunk goodbyes, most of the other teachers probably won't even remember you left.

The cold air hits your skin when you walk outside, immediately crossing your arms over your chest. Aizawa looks down at you, giving you a soft smirk before taking his keys out of his pocket to unlock his car.

Like the gentleman he is, he ushers you into the passenger seat, closing the door softly. You lean your head on the window, closing your eyes as you try to breathe slowly.

"You okay for me to drive?" He looks at you, the keys already in the ignition.

You only nod, your hands on your thighs as your fingers fumble with the rips in your jeans.

"I'm sorry you have to drive me home." You say after a few minutes of silence.

"I'd rather me take you home then you get in some Uber drunk." His eyes are on the road, not looking at you for a second.

Your eyes fall down his arms to his hands, almost mesmerized by them. His hands are big, slightly rough from his years of teaching and hero work, the veins visible.

Fuck.

When he pulls up to your apartment, you sigh as you look at the front of your building. Aizawa looks at you, finally, and huffs softly. "Come on, before you throw up in my car."

Was the apartment clean enough? Did you leave your clothes out that you were picking out before work?

It's too late to give a shit now.

You unlock the front door to the apartment, sighing as you took your shoes off and looked around the room. It's not messy, thank goodness.

Your cat Salem (yes he's an all black cat, how cliche but cute), trots up to the door and rubs his body against your calves, stopping in front of Aizawa. You didn't look, but you could feel the glare Salem was giving him.

When you turn around to look at Aizawa in the doorway, your cheeks flush pink. He's leaning against the doorframe, his broad shoulders on full display as your eyes wander his body.

When you finally look in his eyes, he's already looking into yours.

"Are you okay if I go?" He clears his throat, standing up straight, looking away from you for a moment.

No. Fuck no, it's not okay. You wanted to say.

It might be the liquor talking, but - "N-no. I'm not okay for you to leave."

Aizawa blinks, looking rather confused as he stays leaning against the doorframe. "Why not? Are you gonna be sick or something?"

You close your eyes, pressing your palms to your face as you sigh, shaking your head.

"My quirk isn't mind reading, you know. You have to tell me what you're thinking." He steps into your apartment. Just one step, but a step none the less.

You remove your hands from your face, looking up at him as he steps closer to you. Damn, he's handsome. His hair is wavy, some pieces framing his face, a slight pink in his cheeks from the cold temperature outside.

"I want you to stay here with me." You slur your words slightly, wincing after hearing the way they came out. He gives you a sympathetic look, shaking his head slightly.

"I don't know if-"

"What, you have a girlfriend? A wife? A fuck buddy?" The liquor keeps talking. You're more confident now as you speak, but the liquor in your system has nearly taken over.

"No, I don't. But you're drunk, and -"

"And what!" Your voice is almost a whine when you look up at him. He's looking down at you, a slight - very slight smirk on his lips as he speaks slowly.

"You just need to sleep, okay? I'll help you -" He reaches his hand out to usher you to your bedroom, but you refuse to leave from the spot you stand.

He's still touching your arm, but you're closer to him now. You can smell his cologne, musk with a hint of vanilla. Your fingers gently press to his broad chest, gauging his reaction.

He doesn't move, his eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you. You toy with the button on his shirt, pressing it between your thumb and index finger.

When you look up into his eyes, he's staring into yours again. This time he doesn't look away.

This is it. This is your shot.

You lean in, pressing your palm flat onto his chest as you stand on your tippy toes, your lips hovering in front of his as you close your eyes.

"No." He whispers, his large hand moving to the back of your head to stop you from falling back. "You're drunk."

You huff, opening your eyes and looking at him through your lashes. "So what? I know what I'm doing, Shota."

The man's fingers lace in your hair, caressing your scalp gently as he looks in your eyes, the look on his face far softer than you've seen.

"If I kiss you, I want you to remember it." His tone is so... affectionate. Soft. As if he wants to make sure the words don't hurt.

"Please stay." You look in his eyes again, pleading. "Stay on the couch, please. Just don't leave. Don't leave me."

After a moment, he nods, moving his hand out of your hair and to the small of your back. "Let's get you ready for bed."

Once you had your pajamas on, brushed your teeth and did your skincare, you hand Aizawa a pillow and blanket for the couch, giving him a soft, still intoxicated smile.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me. Sleep well." He lays down on the couch, pulling his phone out to scroll as he lays the blanket on his body.

You don't remember going to bed, but you do remember the butterflies you felt in your stomach as you closed your door.

The next morning your head is pounding, but apparently your guardian angel left a glass of water on your nightstand along with Advil. You silently thank this angel, taking a sip of the water with the Advil, sitting up on your bed. Salem is curled up next to you in bed - his usually spot.

7AM.

Quietly, you open the door from your bedroom, peering into the living room, looking for Aizawa. The blanket was neatly folded on the couch along with the pillow.

No Aizawa.

You sigh, your hand pressed to the doorframe as you feel the sadness seep through your pores. He really left in the middle of the night?

Of course he did. He owes you nothing. He's just your colleague, coworker.

When you go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wake yourself up, you hear your front door open.

With your toothbrush in your mouth, you walk out to the living room, eyes widening when you see the figure at the door.

Aizawa. With a bag of bagels and coffees.

"Good morning to you too." He says flatly, putting the breakfast and coffees on the counter as he takes off his shoes.

When Salem heard Aizawa's voice, he hopped off the bed and walked over to him, rubbing along his legs. You raise an eyebrow, watching the interaction.

Coming out from the bathroom after finishing brushing your teeth, you raise an eyebrow. "I thought you left."

"You thought I would leave without saying goodbye?" He presses his palm to his chest, feigning pain. "I'm not that kind of man."

"Well what else was I supposed to think? You took me home, helped my drunk ass get ready for bed, and I even tried to kiss you. I wouldn't blame you for escaping." You look down, sighing as you feel the embarrassment from last night. "I'm so sorry, by the way."

Aizawa didn't respond, only getting plates and napkins from the cabinets, opening a few to see where everything is. "You're awfully organized."

"I know." Slowly, you walk up to the kitchen island, leaning on the counter as you smell the savory aroma of the bagels, grabbing your iced coffee from the drink tray. "You remembered my coffee order? We've only gotten coffee together once."

"Yeah." His back is to you, his reaction unseen as he puts the bagels on plates, your eyes wandering to his broad shoulders, cascading down to his waist.

Breakfast was spent together, talking about the past week of teaching and enjoying each others company. With Aizawa, you can be yourself. Effortlessly.

When you finish your bagel, you lean your palm onto your cheek, letting your eyes wander to his gaze, a soft smile on your lips.

"What?" He his tone is lighter than usual, not as stoic and flat.

"You have cream cheese on your lip." You smile softly, reaching your thumb out, hovering over his lips. "May I?"

He nods, leaning his head towards yours slightly, his dark eyes looking down into yours as your thumb gracefully presses to his bottom lip, wiping off the cream cheese.

Bravely, you bring your thumb to your lips, tongue darting out to taste before pushing it into your mouth, your lips wrapped around your thumb as you keep your eyes on his.

Aizawa's face turned slightly pink, but his expression was still solid.

You stare at him, speaking softer than before as your body leans in slightly closer to his.

His heartbeat slightly increased, his head tilting slightly to the side. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

Fuck, his voice is like velvet.

"The fact that I'm not drunk right now." You clear your throat, giving him a lazy smile. "And I still want to kiss you."

A noise came from his throat, it sounded almost like a purr. His eyes are hypnotizing, half-lidded as he leans in, bringing his large hand to your cheek.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, letting his thumb gently caress your cheek.

When you nod, he doesn't waste another second.. He presses his plush lips to yours in a soft, slow kiss. His hand slides down to the side of your neck, letting his fingers gently wrap around. His thumb grazed the front column of your neck, earning a soft noise from you.

When he heard the noise, he needed more. You let your hands press to his chest, gripping his shirt between your fingers as you part your lips slightly as your lips move in time with his.

You felt his fingers press gently against your throat, his tongue sliding into your mouth as he takes a sharp breath through his nose, deepening the kiss.

"Sh-Shota." You mumble against his lips, pulling his shirt to get him closer to you.

"Mm?"

"Bed. Please."

Aizawa's hands must have been crafted by the Greek Gods themselves, they fit perfectly on your body as he slid his palms from your neck to your ass, lifting you up as he stands, one of his hands grabbing your thigh to wrap around him. His lips stayed on your skin, kissing your neck, chest, the valley between your breasts - like he was addicted.

Once he opened the door to your bedroom, to your bed that was left unmade, he gently laid you down on your back, his eyes wandering over your figure before crawling on top of you.

You both hear a soft meow - Salem at the door looking for attention.

"Sorry kid, I have to give your mommy some special attention." Aizawa gently shoos him from the door, closing the door gently before turning his gaze back to you. "Where were we?"

Aizawa's lips tasted like black coffee, his natural scent invading your senses. You couldn't keep your hands off of him - from his jawline, across his stubble, his chest, biceps, no part of him was off limits.

Contrary to his stoic appearance, he's a very attentive, caring lover. His hands cascaded down your body, occasionally bringing them to your thick thighs, squeezing the skin as his tongue slips into your mouth.

Your fingers run through his wavy black hair, moaning into his mouth as you grip on the inky strands. You could feel him hardening above you, pressing his pelvis against your thigh.

"Sh-Shota." You let out a soft moan as you wrap your leg arond his waist, his hand instinctively moving to your thigh to assist you.

"Yes, kitten?" He fucking purred, moving slightly back as he looked in your eyes.

You couldn't speak, your mouth just hangs open slightly as you watch him take a hair tie from his pocket and pull his hair back. His front pieces of hair fall around his face before he leans down again, kissing your lips softly before moving his lips to your neck.

"You've always been so shy, kitten." Aizawa mumbles into your neck, biting it after his new nickname for you. "I've been waiting for you to make a move."

You furrow your eyebrows, closing your eyes as you tilt your head to the side slightly to give him more space to assault your neck.

"Why didn't you make a move first then, Eraser?"

"I didn't know if that's what you wanted." He pressed a kiss to your jawline, then your ear, then your lips as he smirked.

"You're the worst." You close your eyes to stop yourself from staring at him, biting at your lower lip to stop a moan from escaping.

"I'm the worst? I don't think you mean that." Aizawa smirks, a dirty smirk - one that you'll never forget. He lowers his body, moving down to your stomach as he pushes your oversized tshirt up, kissing your bare stomach gently as his hands pull your sweatpants down. "Is this okay?"

You nod, not able to get words out as you watch him pull your sweatpants all the way down, throwing them on the floor before his fingers hook on the side of your panties - black lace.

"These are cute." You could hear the smirk on his lips as he kisses the lace.

"The worst." You whine, your fingers pressing into your palms as your eyes roll back.

"Look at me." His voice is muffled against your thigh as he looks up at you. You look down into his beautiful dark eyes and nod, a sharp breath escaping your nostrils. "I want to see your pretty face when you come on my mouth."

He wasted no time pulling down your underwear, discarding them to the side as he pulls one of your legs over his shoulder, nestling between your thighs.

Your hand found it's way to his hair, your fingers digging into his scalp as you feel his lips get closer and closer to where you need him the most. Your hips bucked as you squirmed, his lips planting wet kisses on the inside of your thighs before his nose grazed your slit - a smirk on his lips. The slick covered the tip of his nose, causing you to shudder.

"She's excited to finally meet me."

Fuck you, Shota Aizawa.

He plants a soft kiss near your clit before pressing his tongue flat along your slit, dragging it down before devouring you.

Your fingers gripped his hair as you felt his magical tongue inside you, like you're his last meal. Your hips bucked slightly, causing him to hold onto your hips, keeping you still.

"Eyes on me, baby." He mumbles against you, the vibrations making your toes curl. This man knows how to use his tongue and you envy any other woman that's gotten to experience this.

He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking gently as he plunges two fingers inside you, curling them as he starts pushing them deeper.

"Shota, fuck, please -"

"Please what, kitten. Use your words."

"Don't stop, y-you're perfect." Your eyes roll to the back of your head while Aizawa drinks in every moment.

Your thighs start to shake in a way that makes him squeeze your skin, not breaking eye contact as he sucks on your clit while plunging two digits in and out of you.

He can feel your spongy walls tighten around his fingers, signaling your orgasm approaching.

"That's right, baby. Come for me. Make a mess." He mumbles against you, his fingers moving faster and faster.

You start to see splotches of white in your vision, trying your best to keep your eyes on him as you come, but you're overcome by the pleasure he's giving you.

He never stops sucking, licking, and finger fucking you through your high. "Thats it kitten. You taste so good." His low, sultry voice vibrates through your entire body.

When you finally open your eyes, Aizawa rises up, your slick glistening on his plump, pink lips. You suck in a sharp breath as your chest rises and falls, your eyes never leaving his as he crawls on top of you, his hand moving to his own pants as he palms himself through the fabric.

"Let me-" You reach your hand out to touch him, but he shakes his head.

"Baby, I can't not be inside you any longer." In one swift movement, he slides his pants off, along with his boxer briefs. He takes his length in his hand, letting the tip graze your still sensitive post orgasm pussy. "My girl is still so sensitive, hm?"

You let out a whimper, your hands pressing to his shirt as you pull on the fabric, pulling it over his head. His hair is in a now messy ponytail, thanks to your fingers, and you swear you've never seen anything more beautiful.

"I'm gonna go slow, okay?"

You look down at his length in his hand, and fuck, he's big and girthy. You nod, swallowing some spit that gathered in your mouth.

Shota Aizawa is an attentive, communicative lover. He doesn't speak much outside of the bedroom, but inside - god damn.

He slowly guides himself inside of you, his eyes rolling back as he feels your spongy walls grip him, swallowing him.

"That's it, kitten. You're taking me so well." He used his free hand to run his fingers through your hair, caressing your cheek as he pushes his hips into you, filling you entirely to the hilt.

"Sh-Shota, -" You gasp as you feel him in his entirety as he plants a soft kiss on your parted lips.

"I'm gonna start moving, baby." He grunts, moving his hips to create momentum, his hand still caressing your cheek. "You're fucking perfect."

As he picks up his pace, you get lost in the pleasure. You feel like you're one with him, unlike any other parter you've had.

Aizawa keeps kissing you through this, mumbling affirmations as his own eyes roll back.

"So tight. So perfect."

"She takes me so well, like she was made for me."

"I've dreamt about this pussy."

Next thing you know, he has you in a mating press. Your legs at your head, his thick cock sheathing into you, watching him disappear inside of you.

His pupils are blown as his his jaw hangs open, completely in a trance as his hands wrap around your ankles, pushing them down.

"Sh-Shota -" You're breathless at this point, struggling to make a cohearant thought.

"I know, baby. I-I'm close." His dark eyes roll back as he thrusts become more messy, his hips almost stuttering as he empties himself inside of you.

As he climaxes, his dark brows furrow and his eyes roll back, a truly beautiful sight.

As your insides become coated in white, Aizawa finally slows down, with one last slow, deep thrust inside of you before he pulls out, rolling onto his back. He brings his palm to his forehead, breathing heavily.

"I can't believe I deprived myself for so long." He finally spoke, his red dusted cheeks fading slightly.

When you turn to look at him, he has a love struck, dumb ass look on his face. An uncharacteristic smile on his face as he pulls you closer to him, kissing your temple. "You're perfect."

Your insides truly feel rearranged. After some time, both of you falling asleep but waking back up soon after, he pecks your lips gently.

"I won't be depriving myself anymore." His voice is soft as he nuzzles his face into your neck. Your hand find its way to his hair, letting his ponytail down as a soft hum leaves your lips.

"You better not."

About 15 minutes later, you both hear a soft meow at the door, followed by sounds of claws on the door. You're laid on Aizawa's bare chest as he traces random shapes on your skin.

"Sorry kid, daddy had to take care of mommy." Aizawa smirks, kissing your temple before pulling his underwear on, padding to the door and opening it, letting Salem into the bedroom.

[barbies1shots]

give me 5 minutes with him and he will be pregnant and limping, sobbing and pleading

@aizawasbarb

[caorannn]

AIZAWA IN THE NEW VIGILANTES TRAILER AIZAWA IN THE NEW VIGIILNATES TRAILER AIZAWA IN THE NWE VIGILANTES TRAILER AIZAWA IN THE NEW VIGILANTES TRIALER

AIZAWA IN YHE NEW--

[sandiaarts]

You want to draw Aizawa ? 😻

Yes, Aizawa 🥰

Thank you for the request

I guess they are chatting in the teacher's lounge

Reblogs and comments are appreciated

[venturesofficialgf]

A Virgin?!?!

Aizawa Shouta x Afab Reader!

Sumarry: you and Shouta had been married for a while and you decided to proposition an idea: your husband roleplaying your virgin boyfriend. what an idea right?

Warnings: PiV, reader has female anatomy. Aizawa is being guided by reader (not heavily but just a little bit)

Your husband, Shouta, couldn't help but be intrigued by the proposition you made earlier that week.

You and your pretty eyelashes fluttering at him after a day with his problem children, his usual scowl shifted into one of curious confusion with a small huff.

your lips smiled sweetly behind the naughty words you spoke out to him that night.

Your husband had been brewing in the idea for a while and eventually had opened up to the idea of pretending to be a 30-year-old virgin. 

I mean the man was not a virgin by any means, your marriage having been officialized 5 years ago, your nightly escapades even before your rings confirmed that statement alone.

the teacher also knew this was your way of slowly easing him into newer ideas, him being pretty vanilla was comforting and loving but you'd like to test his buttons eventually, so starting off strong, after his duty as a teacher he was to act as if he hasn't been fucking you nasty for years.

You talked about this yesterday evening, the idea of "setting the mood" (you had emphasized by pointing a finger at his face) interrupting his routine nap in class. he wasn't certain he could "roleplay" this to a T as you wanted but he was interested enough to try, the idea of you taking the ropes strangely left a lingering flame in his chest.

So, after the bell rung, indicating the schools end Shouta couldn't help but have a high anticipation for this, he understood his role, a virgin, and yours, experienced. everything else was for you to decide.

Once at his apartment door he took a solid breath in before trying to get into "character", a huffed out laugh leaving him at the thought as his keys jingled, unlocking the knob before entering.

Aizawa set his keys down on the key holder before your voice echoed down the hall, a giggle then "in here!" can be heard.

He took his heavy boots off, that hot fire igniting inside him as he cleared his throat before making his way to your shared bedroom.

there you sat on the bed, Pj shorts secure around your hips as they scrunched at the top of your thighs, obviously being showy as he all but swallowed hard.

your shirt was off the shoulder and loose as you patted the spot next to you, giggling in mischief as he did as told.

"Welcome to my home~" you were supposed to be dating, the ring on your fingers still there but wholly ignored as you leaned into his shoulder, he himself couldn't help the enthrall behind this made-up world the two of you once had, the excitement being evident in his voice as he finally spoke "it's nice, Y/N" 

you hummed as you turned to him, face doe eyed and prettied up, your favorite makeup products blended into your skin, defining your favorite features, a noticeable difference but hands down beautiful in his eyes.

"You look wonderful baby" the pet name rolls off his tongue, a small hue dusting his cheeks as he tries to dote on you, being your "boyfriend" making him feel all nervous.

you gave a gentle nod, your own face heating up at the compliment with a smile, something deep hiding behind your eyes.

you decided to "watch" a movie, cliche` but none the less special, your favorite being picked out as you settled into your blankets.

Shouta was all around stiff and on edge, trying to anticipate your every move while still trying to keep up this "character" as he's put. you ended up looking towards him, your eyes vexed in the dimmed light as you started to make your move.

you started off simple, easing your "virgin boyfriend" into your touch. light traces of your fingertips circled his arm first, your nails grazing his sensitive skin as he gave a slight shiver.

you smirked. the feeling exciting as the movie continued to play. 

as he eased into your touch you moved further over, your hands inching to Shouta's chest.

your touch was soft and faint, light strokes with your fingers over his shirt, the feeling leaving him to inhale deeply.

you decided to turn your torso into him, purposely resting your chest against Shouta's arm with a daring look.

Aizawa held his desires down, glancing quickly at the action as your hand went lower, his breath hitching in his throat as his stomach twitched.

devious minx he'd typically call you in this moment, but it's not a typical night, is it?

you then began to kiss his neck, fleeting kisses warming under his jaw as his breath became more noticeable, adams apple bobbing against your lips.

"mm~ baby~ do you want this? ~" you whispered, teeth lightly nibbling on his ear sending heat all throughout his body.

fuck you really did make him feel like a virgin.

the smallest, barely audible whimper left the man's throat at a particularly sensitive nibble as he gave a nod.

god was this fun for you.

you gave a sultry giggle as your hands openly wandered his body, feeling your "boyfriend" up, hands worming their ways under his shirt to feel the heat of his skin, his breathing getting deeper as his chin lifted.

you were having the time of your life, gently grabbing his wrist after freeing one of your hands and bringing it to your chest. you wrapped your fingers over his and squeezed, your braless but clothed chest molding into his calloused hand.

and you? well, you put on a *show* for him. a pitchy moan coming from your lips at the contact causing the poor man to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself grounded.

you rubbed up against his hand letting him feel you up before kissing him, your lips tasting like that sweet Chapstick you always buy.

the groan bubbling within his chest was guttural when it finally slipped, your hands working both him and you up in almost a Porn star level of experience while he was left a mess.

you eventually between kisses and gropes pulled him down on top of you, legs intwined as the kiss became sloppy and full of tongue, small moans slipping past your lips into his own.

this was exciting.

you pulled back after a moment, your eyes now focused on Shouta. "You ever done this before baby?~" your voice was lust heavy, your grin kiss swollen as he gave a hesitant shake of his head, your smile widening.

"wan' me to teach you?~" your finger trailed up his chest and danced around his prominent collar bone, the touch feverish and hot as he nodded "yes...wanna..fuck you baby" his words were almost slurred with how foggy his brain was, the words slipping out as you grabbed his face

you lifted his shirt, promptly removing it as Shouta hurriedly did the same to you, the discarded items thrown to the floor as his hands got rather impatient, going straight for your now exposed chest and fondling them.

his hands were rough, squeezing at your boobs. you told him to use his mouth, his eyes shining at the idea before hastily nodding and licking an experimental taste. your chest was always Shouta's favorite, the fatty tissue always a great stress reliver to his nerves and the same was now, his tongue began circling one of your nipples, hot saliva dripping down your boob as Shouta licked and sucked with vigor.

whimpers and tiny moans escaped you at his attention, your fingers slipping into his hair as you arched your back, bringing him as close to your chest as you could. With a guiding hand your fingers interlocked with the back of his hair, almost suffocating him with your chest as soft exhales and sweet sighs honeyed his ears, your fingers rubbing nice encouraging circles on his head as words of affirmation added to the mix

"yeah~ Thats it Shouta~mm yeah you're doing so good~" your voice rung out, the man's heart pounding in his chest at how surprisingly nice being couched into this actually was. His dick was reacting quickly, the thick and heavy appendage twitching in his pants as you spoke again "mm next one baby, gotta give them both some love yeah?~" he simply nodded as your hand guided him to your other nipple, his mouth quickly attaching itself to your boob and giving it the same attention as the other one.

Aizawa couldn't help the small rutting he did, his poor dick throbbing in his pants as he gave all his attention to your boobs. his hips had subconsciously started humping against your leg, the heat building up and causing a deep moan to leave him at a particular thrust.

the action didn't go unnoticed by you as you coaxed him off your chest, hands feeling down his front to his confined cock and giving it a light palming, a coo coming from you at his lust.

"someone's happy~" You giggled, his cock twitching in your hand as you unbuckled his pants, before unzipping them and pulling them down slightly, just enough to free his dick.

A low gasp escaped the man above you as you felt his cock up, thick and already leaking pre.

Shoutas long hair framed his face as he watched your hands work him, the feeling causing him to shudder at how well you knew his body before your hand pulled away, a frustrated twitch of his brow caused you to give a small laugh

"dont worry baby~ your about to get the real deal~" 

Shouta groaned, loud and throaty at the thought. 

You wiggled your shorts and underwear off and god was his face a sight to see.

he looked almost starved at the way he stared at your pussy, eyes dialated and blown wide as his fingers caressed your soft muscle. His thick fingers gently prodding your hole as the slick that had built up got smeared around the outside.

Your breath was hot as your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing his attention back to your face as you whispered in his ear. "Are you ready?~"

And all the stoic man could do was breath in and nod, lining himself up with your hole. He tried to keep a straight hold on himself as his dick poked your entrance, he didnt want to hurt you...

"dont worry baby~ i prepped before you came over~" 

oh.

oh fuck.

"ahhh!~ Shouta!~"

he slid into you in one swift thrust, a grunt coming from him as his cock rested fully inside you, hips connecting with yours.

The sudden intrusion left you breathless as you tried to adjust around him, virgins sure do get worked up huh?~

the two of you cought your breaths as you wrapped your legs around his waist, your feet digging lightly into his lower back before you spoke again

"you can move now baby~ just start off slow okay?" 

your guidance wasnt truly nessesary but it still caused him to nod as he pulled almost fully out, his hips stuttering as he slowly sheathed himself back inside, slow and almost steady.

soft moans left your mouth as he continued the pace, your arms wrapped around him as he panted, hot breath fanning your face.

you pulled him in for another kiss, hot and hearty as your tongues sloppily clung to each other, causing Shouta's hips to twitch, he began to pound into you more, still slow but more powerful thrusts as a loud moan escaped you.

his pace was nice and his thrusts even better as you clung to him.

he couldn't help the smirk that graced his spit covered lips as he watched you melt under him.

You reached one of your hands down to your clit as Shouta pounded you from within, soft circled massaging at your bundle of nerves helping the coil in your stomach build up at his sweet thrusts.

fuck was this hot to Shouta.

he began a faster pace, his own orgasm reaching him as you moaned relentlessly under him, his knees digging into the mattress 

You kissed him, well I'm not sure you could call it a kiss with how it was more teeth than lips as you clenched around Shouta's dick, the tightening coil beginning to thread away and snap as he pounded mercilessly into you.

You couldn't take it anymore, one more circle of your clit and your body twitched, cumming around his cock as a ring of cream squelched between you two, his eyes rolling back at the sight as he bent over you, moaning deeply into your own ear as his cum spurted into you, white ropes of milky cum filling you up as a softer moan leaves you at the feeling.

Your husband eventually calmed down enough to pull out, his softening cock dripping with a mix of your fluids, you blush and look away, a small smile reaching you.

"your quite the virgin"

A/N: hello! im starting to show my writing on here! im kind of new to posting especially on here so please be nice! if you have any writing suggestions ill be glad to hear you out! i can also take requests! i will not be writing about minors! im apart of many fandoms so feel free to ask away! you can call me Panda on here but i hope you enjoyes my aizawa one shot! (the idea was a prompt so bear with me if its out of character lol)

[gg-is-a-loser]

is this anything

[ottwayking]

New Aizawa Art! mmmmmmmm

[momomallowart]

That over-under wrap that guys do to gather extension cords but it's Aizawa with his binding cloth ʕ⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴥ⁠ꈍ⁠ʔ

[call-me-copycat]

I hope I'm not bothering but I saw you're taking emergency requests so I thought why not send you one too.

I recently lost my grandpa and he was like my best friend. Since his death I feel totally out of it. Could you maybe write some Dadzawa comfort where the reader lost a loved one? It's okay if you don't want to but I love your writing.

Take care and have a great day!

You're certainly not a bother! I'm so sorry you're going through that, I know exactly how it feels so for this one I did my best to convey the comfort (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

I hope you have a lovely day, you definitely deserve it (◍´͈ ᵕ `͈ ◍)

Listen to The Tears

➤ Welcome - Introduction and request rules (requests are open + some info about me)

▶ Characters: Aizawa & Reader [Platonic]

▶ Genre: Comfort

▶ Summary: Aizawa consoles you through your loss

▶ Word Count: 1416

▶ Warnings:

Grief/Mourning

Mentions of Death

Sometimes it felt as if the world was listening to you, since it had been doing nothing but raining for the last few weeks.

The downpour constantly flooded the area with water, covered the sky in clouds which kept the sun's warmth from reaching anyone down below.

You quickly fell into routine. You'd do everything as usual, waking up and going to school. Doing your work and filling in answers that had no real thought behind them. It was all muscle memory. You didn't have the energy to do much else.

To lose such an important person in your life... You felt so, so alone. Where were they? Were they happy? And most importantly, what would your life look like going on now?

Treading through the muddied sidewalks that lead to UA, your mind was in such a frenzy that you hadn't realized you bumped into someone until they turned around.

Looking up you went to apologize, but you came face to face with your teacher, Aizawa, who was guiding the mass of arriving students through the storm into the doors of the school.

Before you could say a word he squeezed your shoulder reassuringly before ushering you into the doors with the other students and continuing on with his duty.

He had a soft spot for his class. Every single student there mattered to him, and it was this care that he held that gave him the ability to notice the slightest of differences in his students.

Such as you.

He was being gentler with you, as he got word of your loss. Goodness, did he know how it felt.

You were showing all the signs of grief. It was clear. Still, he had no clue as to why you insisted on going to school still. You were an enigma.

He watched you. Observed you throughout the day. He couldn't help but notice the far-off look that graced your face as you gazed out the windows into the stormy sky. Aizawa couldn't help but feel that you needed some sunlight at this time.

The day progressed, and just like that... It was over. Just as it had been for every single day before. Your routine was the only thing keeping you together.

Keeping to yourself, you once again made your way down the emptying hallways of UA, taking your time as you made your way through crowds of students, of groups of friends.

They all felt so distant. Faces that were nothing but blurs in the background.

A sudden grip on your shoulder caught you off guard. It was different.

Turning, you faced Aizawa as he looked down at you, concern filling his eyes as he guided you back towards the now empty classroom.

Sitting down in a chair he pulled up to his desk, you watched with curious eyes as he instead squated to your level to come face-to-face with you. You could hear the wheezing of the wind against the glass panels of the school.

"I need you to talk to me. I know what it is that you're going through and just thought I might help you get some things off your chest. "

It was different. But... You didn't want to think about it. You kept seeing their face everywhere you went, you couldn't escape it.

It hurt.

"Do you really?"

It was an empty question. For all you knew, it'd be an empty conversation. That's all it's ever been. Empty conversations, filled with the same prepacked words everyone automatically passed out.

Same looks of pity.

Same words of apology.

Same promises of thoughts, of prayers, of wishes.

Same consolations and condolences.

"Listen to me," his shift in tone snapped you back as you looked up at him, "I know how it feels. I know the way your world turns upside down."

Aizawa turned his gaze to the ground as his hair blanketed his face, hiding his expression. When he looked up just a bit, you saw a glimmer of pain in his eyes.

"I'm going to tell you something that I don't typically share with students." Your interest was piqued, but you didn't want to raise your hopes only to have them crash upon you.

"When I was around your age, I had a best friend. He meant a great deal to me." You saw him swallow hard, and for a split second you thought his eyes had begun to water. "But he died a violent death during a mission of ours. He was only 17..."

Breathing in a shaky breath, Aizawa looked up and placed a heavy hand firmly on your knee. "I'll tell you what, it wasn't easy to accept it. I still struggle today."

"I'm sorry..."

He shook his head, "No, don't apologize kid. It's nothing you need to worry about."

It felt like he was so vulnerable at the moment. You were used up Aizawa closing himself off. Truth be told, Aizawa was an avoidant type of person. He hated thinking about things that caused him pain. And he struggled, struggled so hard to bring himself to have this conversation. It opened up memories he had long locked up.

"For one, you're going to hurt, and that's fine. Don't try to push it away." He sighed, understanding his own issues at hand. He didn't want you to struggle that way as well. There was no need for repeats. Pain shouldn't stay around that long, it didn't deserve to.

"Look at me," You hadn't realized that you were wandering off again, staring blankly at the first thing you saw. "I need to get this next part through to you."

Hesitantly, you nodded as you met his eyes, which swirled with some unknown heaviness. You could tell he was hurting too.

"I don't want you to think about all that could have been. I don't want you dwelling on all that you might've missed with them," grabbing both your hands in his, he squeezed them in reassurance.

"It'll only bring wave after wave of pain. I want you to look back and enjoy the good memories that you made. To remember all the times you were happy. Because I guarantee you, those are memories that are not wasted. And I never want you to treat them as such."

It was hard. As you looked back at everything good, you couldn't help but... Miss it all.

But you know what? When you thought about it, you were glad you got to experience such things in the first place. As much as it hurt, it felt nice having something to cling to.

Sniffling, you squeezed his hands back the best you could, and as your tears began to fall, Aizawa rubbed your back.

"I can't help it... I can't help but want that again."

Nodding, Aizawa reassuringly reached up and wiped a falling tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

"I know... I know kid, I know how much it hurts. I hate that things like this happen, and I understand that you probably hate that things have to come to an end..." Sighing, he stood and placed a hand on your head, leaning down to face you once again.

"But you know what? I know they probably wanted nothing but for you to be happy. I know that they'd be devastated to see you like this..."

Aizawa couldn't help but self reflect. Visions of his teen years flashed behind his eyes the entire time as he spoke. Outside, the storm raged as the trees knocked against the windows.

Helping you stand, he embraced you in a hug that was rarely given out, and you couldn't help but to allow yourself to be engulfed in his warmth. He listened to you, he understood. He gave you advice from what he learned. You couldn't help but be grateful for ever having met him.

"I want you to do something for me."

Looking outside, he saw the storm slowing. Separating yourself from him, you looked up at him in waiting.

"I want you to go take a walk with your friends. Go enjoy yourself again, even if it's little by little."

Following his gaze outside, you both watched as the grey skies gave way for the first time in weeks, allowing the rays of the setting sun to shine across the damp town. The water left behind caused everything to glimmer in its light.

Breathing in, you opened your eyes and nodded without hesitation.

[russlanbf]

I love them too

[jejepetals]

my favorite idiots

[mayajadewrites]

my type: shouta aizawa x dancer! reader

✦ synopsis: you're a dancer at a club that a certain erasure hero frequents every night after patrol. he's never talked to anyone before, until one night you decide to change that.

✦ content warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, strippers

✦ relationships: aizawa x fem!reader

ao3

Every night, at 2AM on the dot, Pro Hero Eraserhead lingers into the club. You started noticing about 2 months ago when he would come in, order a few beers, and just watch.

He never got dances, though many, many dancers have asked him if he would like one. Even for free.

You've kept your distance from the raven-haired man, his yellow goggles pushed up against his hair. He seemed like bad news, and you wanted no parts.

During your stage time, you noticed him in the crowd. He wasn't in his hero uniform though, so maybe it was his night off.

Why was he here on his night off?

He exuded mysteriousness.

Your outfit tonight was all black - a black bikini with a mesh long sleeve crop top over it. You wore black metallic shorts that gave little to the imagination, with platform black heels.

You took your normal walk around the club, saying hi to some of your regulars and chatting with your fellow dancers.

Eraserhead with sat at a loveseat, his legs spread in the cockiest way.

"Have you ever given him a dance?" You asked one of the dancers. "Eraserhead."

"No, but GOD do I want to." She turned to look at him, biting her bottom lip. "He's so sexy. But he just comes here to drink I guess."

"Why not go to a bar then?"

"Girl I don't know. Why don't you ask him." She gently pushed between your shoulders to his direction.

His eyes were already locked on you as he sipped his drink.

They never left you once he locked eyes with you.

"Well if it isn't my favorite Pro Hero." You sit down next to him in the loveseat.

"Hello." His voice was deep. Deep as fuck. Not what you were expecting from a man who has never said one word in here.

"You know, I've seen you around." You crossed your legs - your thick thighs on display. "None of the girls have danced for you, though."

"I don't want any of them." He turned his head to take a sip of his drink, which looked like whiskey.

"Why not? They're gorgeous and can dance really well."

"Not my type."

"So what is your type, Eraserhead?" You lean into his space more, giving him a nice view of your tits.

"I prefer thicker women." He eyed your body up and down. "Ones that wear all black." He set his cup down on the table in front of him. "Ones that have the fattest ass I've ever seen."

"I've been here every time you were, so why didn't you say anything? Or ask for a dance?"

"What's your name?"

"My name here Rogue."

"Well, Rogue, every time I've wanted to you're already with someone and then you leave since the club closes at 3. I get here at 2."

"Tonights your lucky night then, hm?" You drag your nails along his black pants, stopping at his thigh. "Is that why you came here on your night off? To see me, Eraser?"

"Call me Shouta."

"Shouta." You repeated, your heart racing. He smelled like a mixture of musk, vanilla and cedar wood. His scent filled your nostrils as you moved your body just an inch closer to him.

"How much for a dance?" He pulled his leather wallet out of his pants pocket, revealing crisp bills.

"A private dance is $300."

"Heres $600." Shouta handed you the bills. He leaned in, his lips just grazing your ear. You grabbed his hand and lead him to the private rooms, which have a loveseat, LED lights, and a coffee table.

His hand is large and veiny, but soft and gentle, contrary to his appearance. You gently push him down onto the loveseat, watching his legs spread as he fixes his pants, most likely due to his erection.

You place your hands on his thighs as you start to move with the beat of the song that's on. Shouta stares at you, swallowing your entire figure with his eyes. You turned around and bent over to shake your ass and thighs, his lips parted just enough for you to tell he was enjoying this. Really enjoying this.

You ran your hands up and down your curves, his eyes focused on your thick, plush thighs as you danced.

You turned around to face him once more as you settle yourself into his lap - straddling him.

Your arms drape over his shoulders as you grind your hips on top of him, your clothed core soaked. You wonder if he can feel it.

His hands remained on the sides of his legs as you danced on him, refusing to give you the satisfaction you so desperately want.

Shouta's raven hair was beautiful and you needed to have your fingers in it. You wanted to feel the strands of his hair intertwined with your fingers.

He's just staring at you as you move, waiting to see what you do next.

You're becoming impatient. And annoyed that he isn't giving you the validation that you're chasing from him. You're usually confident - after all, this is your job. But Shouta is different.

You place your dainty hands on his chest and you can feel his muscles through the fabric. God, what you would do to see what's underneath.

"Handsy are we?" Shouta finally spoke, his voice smooth like velvet.

"Eraser." You sighed as you hooked your ankles onto his leg.

"Shouta."

"Shouta," You pressed your palms into him. "I-I want,"

"Use your words." Shouta grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger. "My quirk isn't mind reading."

Why was he making you so tongue-tied?

"I want you to touch me." You flipped your hair to one side as you spoke.

"Show me where." He put his hands up in front of you so you can grab them. "Put them where you want me to touch you."

You almost let out a whimper as you pull one hand to your the front of your neck, the other on your aching cunt.

Shouta's facial expression didn't change though. He still looked serious. Still barely looked like he wanted to be there. You moved his hands again, one to your breast and the other on your ass, to which he couldn't help but squeeze gently.

"Can I show you were I want to touch you?" Shouta leaned into your ear, his breath dancing on your skin. You nod, eager to feel him touch you at his own accord.

He mimicked where you placed his hands, but dragged his hands from your ass to your thighs. This man is definitely obsessed with thighs and would do anything to get in between yours.

"Let's get out of here." You leaned into him, your lips almost touching.

"Meet me in the parking lot."

-

You walked out into the cold night air, scanning the parking lot to find Shouta. You're wearing an oversized black hoodie with black biker shorts and slides.

You spot him leaning against his car with his arms crossed, looking sexy as fuck.

"You might look more gorgeous like that." He opened the passenger door for you before speeding off to your destination.

He wasted absolutely no time grabbing you once you were in his space. His apartment is clean and dark when his hands found your waist, pulling you into a frenzied kiss.

His lips felt hot on yours as his hands snuck under your hoodie, pressing his cold hands onto your soft stomach. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" He whispered against your lips as his moves his hands up to your tits. "I've thought about you for 2 months. Every. Day."

"Now you wanna talk?" You smirk as you bury your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to you. "You were so quiet at the club."

"There was only one person I wanted to talk to." He growled as his lips attached to your neck. You threw your head back as he found your sensitive spot, kissing and sucking on your skin.

He then moved back to your lips, his large hand wrapping around your neck gently. You felt his fingertips slightly squeeze as he kissed you so sensually that you thought you were going to come right then and there.

Your pussy ached for his touch. A whimper escaped your throat as he kissed you, unable to say more than two words.

"Bed, please."

"You're so needy." Shouta pulled away from you and grabbed your hand. He pulled you into his room and practically threw you on the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his chiseled physique. He's fucking beautiful.

You laid on your back as he crawled over you, his lips finding yours again. You let your hands explore his body - fingertips over each and every muscle. He pulled his hair into a bun as he kissed you, making sure nothing was in his way. Not a hair could ruin this sight.

"Off." He pulled on the hem of your hoodie. You obeyed, pulling the fabric over your head and revealing your lacy bra.

He dipped his head down to your chest, kissing your skin gently. His lips felt even hotter on your skin now.

"Shouta, please."

"What did I tell you about using your words?"

"I want you inside of me. Right now." You whine as you wrap your arms around his neck. "I can't wait anymore."

Shouta was silent as he dipped his hand inside your shirts, his middle finger finding your soaked cunt. He smirked as he pulled the finger out, staring at the almost glittering arousal on his fingertip.

"So wet for me already." He pushed the finger into his mouth, tasting you. "You want me right now, pretty girl?"

You nod as you kick your shorts and thong off. You help him with his belt and other barriers to his cock. Your fingertips danced on the elastic of his boxer briefs when you felt his hard cock through the fabric. Fuck, he's big.

"Go ahead." He watched you as you pulled his underwear down, his cock slapping against his abdomen. Your eyes grew wide at his size, but you're also nervous about him fitting inside of you.

You spread your legs, watching Shouta line himself with your soaking cunt. You feel his fat tip graze your slits, a moan leaving your mouth.

"Shh, my neighbors will hear." He smirked as he slowly pushed his tip inside of you. "Wouldn't want them to think I have some loud, inconsiderate brat in here." His muscular arms caged you in as he kissed your lips to ease his cock sliding inside of you.

"F-Fuck." You moan as you feel the entirety of Shouta Aizawa. Even though you're soaked, it's still work to get him all the way inside of you. "Shouta, you're so big."

"I know, baby." He pressed his hand to the back of your head, pushing you up to kiss him. "You're taking me so well."

Your eyes roll back as he gains his rhythm, his thrusts slow and deliberate. "That's right, pretty girl. Take my fat cock." He pushed himself inside you until the hilt, his balls hitting your ass.

Your gummy walls swallowed him once you got used to his size, clenching against his cock. In a frenzied kiss, your lips attached to his as he buried his cock into you.

The room filled with the lewd noises of your bodies and sinful moans. You could listen to Shouta moan all day.

"Rogue." He moaned, caressing your cheek.

You told him your name. Your real name.

"Don't call me Rogue ever again." You kiss his lips again, slipping your tongue inside. His pace quickened as he kissed you and you could feel yourself getting close.

Shouta must've felt your cunt clenching him because his large, calloused hand dipped to your clit, rubbing circles gently.

"Shouta, fuck!" You moan loading as he massaged your sensitive nub.

"Be quiet." He used his other hand to cover your mouth as he rubbed your clit and thrusted into you. "I don't need a noise complaint."

He kept his hand on your mouth as you began to lose control of your body. You closed your eyes as you swear you saw stars, the taste of Shouta's skin on your lips as he pushed his hand against your mouth.

"Mmm." You moaned, dragging your fingernails down his back. His strokes started to become sporadic, so he took his hand off your lips. You were coming down from your high as he was just approaching his.

"Fuck, baby, this pussy was made for me. You know that?" His breath was labored. "I could fuck you every day and never want another pussy. I'm gonna get you out of the club and take care of you." He pushed himself inside you once more, layering your gummy walls with his seed.

You both had to catch your breath from the life altering orgasms you just had. Shouta's skin was shiny from the sweat, some face framing pieces of his hair that fell out of his bun are sticking to his face. You pushed them behind his ear gently, kissing his lips.

"You're gonna take care of me, Shouta?" You smile as he kisses you back.

"Mm, yes." He pulls his cock out of you. You whimper from the loss of contact, not ready to be without him inside of you. "You'll make a pretty little housewife."

[real-hot-grl-shi]

my song rn fr

twerking on his hoolagoola to this song right now fr

[caorannn]

Aizawa after making a "deal" with Shigaraki to stop him from destroying everything: