#aizawa shouta x reader

[sugarwarachan]

if aizawa sees the outline of your pussy through your underwear, expect him to get ballistically horny in 0.2 seconds

he clocks the curve of your pussy lips and immediately scoops you up in his strong arms to straddle you over his thigh. oh he wants her drooling, gummy and swollen and so sensitive he can just blow on your clit to make you cum. fisting the hair at the base of your scalp, he crushes you to his chest, chuckling into your mouth as you grind down on the bulging muscle of his thigh

[koolaidmansbitch]

Big strong men who become clingy and pathetic when they're sick who need you to take care of them

interact if you agree

[crushmeeren]

Sex chocolate with Hawks, Dabi, Aizawa and maybe Toshinori???

⋆ ft. izuku ⋆

⋆ this is written as if the guys didn’t know they’d eaten the chocolate and how they’d react to the treat. sorry I didn’t put Toshinori in this, I’m not quite sure how to write his personality yet. (ó﹏ò｡)

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Izuku’s lips would tug into a sheepish smile, no doubt thankful for the sweet treat pick me up. His eyes would brighten, a satisfied hum dancing in the air.

Izuku would be unbearably jittery out on patrol that evening, hopping from the sidewalk on one side the street to the other, green light crackling in his wake. He’d do it mindlessly, thoughts wandering to you and what you currently could be doing.

Suddenly, he’d be flailing mid air when he vividly imagines you on your knees, plush lips stretched so wide on his cock he knows it must hurt your mouth. Izuku would stumble when he hit the concrete, catching himself on the bench nearby.

Izuku’s expression would twist from calm to horrified, thoughts running a mile a minute when he steadies himself and realizes his cock is…hard. Throbbing. Straining against his hero suit. He’d make haste running to the nearest building with a public restroom.

Izuku would shut the door to the restroom and lock it before anyone could even notice he entered. He’d be frantic, shoving his pants down mid thigh as he leaned against the wall and hissed through his teeth when the cool air hit his freely bobbing cock.

He’d have a million concerns in the back of his head but not be able to focus on a single one. Izuku would have a one track mind, wrapping a hand around himself and jerking until he came in less than 20 seconds to the image of you on your knees.

Izuku would be so embarrassed afterwards, cheeks bright pink as he adjusts his clothes and washes his hands.

Being as smart as he is, he’d have a suspicion this is related to the chocolate you gave him and he intends to find out once he’s home. Once he returned, he’d tease you until you’re on the edge of tears and blurting out the truth, fucking you until your mind whites out and you scream his name.

Lucky you.

Keigo would give you a flirty grin, winking playfully as he snatched the chocolate from you and swallowed it within two bites. You’d give him an unimpressed look but he’d just laugh like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

Keigo isn’t surprised when he got a boner while soaring through the skies on the way to his agency. He’d been thinking about you anyways and his dick getting hard wasn’t uncommon when he thought of you. It’d be fair to say that happened often, if he’s honest.

Keigo would take note of the violent flush crawling down his neck and snaking under the fuzzy collar of his flight jacket. He’d suck his bottom lip in between his teeth and adjust his cock in his pants so it’s sticking straight up instead of outward.

He’d be able to somewhat focus on the business meeting he didn’t want to attend in the first place, only being reprimanded a few times more than normal for zoning out.

Keigo’s pulse would thunder. He’d wear a neutral expression, letting his chin rest in his propped up hand as he sent a feather to find and turn on the air because why the fuck is it so hot in here?

He’d text you something filthy as discreetly as he could under the table, biting his knuckles when you sent back a picture of yourself with your tits on display. Keigo would come to the conclusion that maybe he was a bit more pathetically horny than normal and he needed to ditch this meeting yesterday.

Keigo would go straight home, ignoring anyone who had tried to speak with him on his way out. He’d find you on the couch with nothing on but an oversized shirt and waving what’s left of the chocolate bar at him with a smirk when he entered through the balcony.

He wouldn’t even be upset when you told him what you’d done. He’d just crowd close, looming over you with a wolfish grin that shot a thrill down your spine.

Keigo would succumb to the aphrodisiac completely. He’d bend you over the backrest of the couch at hip level and wrench your arms taut behind you, fingers circling your wrists to secure you in place.

Keigo would have no mercy, sliding his cock in your tight pussy before you’re turned on enough to take him smoothly. He’d send a feather down to play with your clit until you strain to escape, not stopping despite your pleas because “this is what you wanted, isn’t it baby? yeah, so stop yapping and take it.”

In the end all you can do is nod, because if you truly wanted him to stop you’d only have to say the safe word.

Shouta would raise an eyebrow with a bored expression on his features. He’d roll his eyes and eat the chocolate after you pushed your lower lip out and fluttered your lashes at him.

Shouta’s a sucker for you.

He’d be grading papers that afternoon, knuckles rubbing at his sleepy eyes in the office of your shared home. He’d take a break, pressing his palms to his eyes and resting his elbows on the desk.

A scenario would pop into his head, one where you sat on the edge of the desk while he’d relax in his chair and lazily eat you out. He can imagine the way your clit would feel against his tongue, how warm and soft your pussy would be on his lips.

Shouta would lean back in the chair, a hand absently dropping to his lap to palm his cock and he’d be startled at just how much he’d filled out already. His dick hot and sticking to his inner thigh. Shocked at the unavoidable thick warmth swirling in his belly when it’d usually take a bit more than a brief daydream to get this worked up.

He’d be certain that you had something to do with this and irritation would lance through him. He’d sit in the kitchen once he’s finished, arms crossed and cock stubbornly refusing to flag until you returned home.

Shouta would ask you about it as if he were asking a child if they had stolen a cookie from the cookie jar. Easily, you admit to it. No hesitation, no shame, just a smug air about you.

Then, Shouta would make his fantasy a reality. He’d eat your pussy until you were right on the edge of cumming and then he’d stop. He’d speak condescendingly, saying “poor baby, your pussy just wants to cum doesn’t she?” as he sits you roughly down on his cock.

He’d spank you a few times, teasing you a bit more but he’d make you cum so intensely your toes would cramp — and then he’d keep going until his own brain got fuzzy.

Touya would say fuck no at first. He doesn’t like chocolate. Until you mention there’s something special about the sweet and he assumes it’s an edible. You don’t bother to correct him because, technically, it is an edible, just not the kind filled with weed.

Touya would be leaning his back against the railing on your balcony, angled so he can peer into the open doors of your living room. He’d have a cigarette dangling from his lips, scrubbing at his cheek with one hand because yeah, his cheeks are typically roasting but they’re never this hot.

He’d shrug it off and nonchalantly light up the cigarette with his pointer finger. He’d startle as the tiny flame bursts into a fireball that he really didn’t mean to create when you stride past the doorway in soft shorts that show the crease of where your thigh joins your ass.

You’d freeze mid step and turn to stare at him incredulously, lips parted slightly when the aftershock of heated air damn near singes your skin.

Touya would be flustered. Cheeks painted rosy pink with embarrassment at the lack of control over his quirk. He’d scowl harshly, pinching his brows together as he dropped and stomped on his cigarette to put it out. He’d stalk towards you and snarl “why the hell are you wearing those fucking shorts?” as if his sudden overbearing lust is your fault specifically.

You’d roll your eyes and begin walking in the direction you’d intended in the first place but Touya would snatch your wrist tight enough the bones grind together and drag you to your bedroom. He’d ignore your obviously fake bewildered expression and shove you onto the mattress. He can’t focus on the fact that you seem to be going along with this a bit too easily.

His cock would be jumping and pushing painfully against the zipper of his jeans before he so much as kissed you. He wouldn’t get either of you truly naked, he’d just slide your soft shorts to the side and unzip his jeans. He’d shove your shirt to your collarbone so he could watch the way your tits are about to bounce.

Touya would yank your ankles up and over his shoulders until the backs of your thighs press into his chest and then fold you in half like you’re a fucking blanket. He’d tilt his hips until his tip catches on your pussy and then he’s shoving his cock all the way inside to steal the breath from your lungs.

Touya wouldn’t have the self control to stop for a long time that evening and you’d almost regret giving him the chocolate. Almost.

[confessionsandcreampies]

calling aizawa daddy for the first time, 18+

he usually treated you like something precious. after everything he’d lost, he didn’t take softness for granted. not yours, not his own. sex with him was slow, careful. his hands lingered. his mouth was reverent. he took his time like he was making sure you wouldn’t vanish if he blinked.

and you loved that. gods, you loved the way he worshipped you in whispers and warm touches. you loved the way he pulled you into his lap after long days and kissed your shoulder with a sigh like you were peace itself.

but tonight something different coiled in your belly. he’d just come out of the shower, hair damp, falling over his shoulders in thick, dark ropes. his scarred chest was still flushed from the heat, towel slung low on his hips. and he was tired, always tired, but he looked at you like you were the cure.

he kissed you slowly. pushed you down onto the mattress and hovered above, whispering your name like it was holy. he started to thrust the way he always did, steady and controlled.

but you couldn’t take it anymore. you reached up and grabbed his hair, yanking just enough to make his eyes snap wide. your mouth pressed to his ear, as you mumbled hungrily, “fuck me hard, daddy.”

he froze. for a full second, nothing moved.

then his pupils dilated. something cracked in him. his breath caught like he’d just short-circuited. and when he pulled back to look at you? you saw the heat, and his restraint shattering.

“say that again,” he rasped.

you grinned, wicked. “you heard me, daddy.”

that was all it took. he growled, low and dark in his chest, before flipping you over like you weighed nothing. his hand pressed between your shoulders, pinning you down. the other gripped your hip hard, pulling you back against him.

“you want it rough?”

“yes.”

“then take it.”

he pounded into you deep and unrelenting, all that quiet discipline gone. his hand tangled in your hair, yanking you back so he could growl filth into your ear. words you’d never heard from him before. things you never knew you wanted him to say.

“you feel that, baby? that’s what you fucking asked for.”

“so needy for daddy’s cock, aren’t you? sweet little thing can’t behave.”

“you asked for it. now take it.”

and you did. you screamed his name. you begged for more. you clung to the sheets while he wrecked you with a fire he’d kept buried too long.

when it was over, you were trembling, dazed. aizawa kissed your spine like it was the first day you met. tucked you close and murmured, “you’re going to get me in trouble, baby.”

but the smirk on his lips said he couldn’t wait to be in trouble again.

[laneyslair]

ex!teacher aizawa can't help but wanna fuck you

the moment you graduated, now sported into a gorgeous young woman, high up in the hero rankings, hard working and attractive, he couldn't help but see you differently.

god he was truly disgusting, but he couldn't help it when you looked like that.

hero suit tight on your body, taught against your curves, defining your bust and ass like no other.

the delicate smile that would become on your lips as you looked into the camera at an interview, covered in a sheen, pink sparkly gloss.

he couldn't help that his cock was twitching in his pants, almost hitting the bottom of his desk from his sheer size.

the only light in his room was from his laptop, one of your interviews.

your elbows were pushed together against your knees as you leaned forward, answering questions and speaking with the interviewer.

aizawa? palming his cock in his pants, mind in a haze, his body moving without his minds command.

a large wet spot began forming on his pants, sticky and slippery, his precum soaking through them shamelessly.

this goes on for far too long, him teasing himself, palming his cock like he's in heat just at the sight of you, at the sound of your soft, confident voice.

you and the interviewer continue to banter, and jokingly, you look into the camera, all doe-eyed and innocent, he's too out of focus to remember the context.

the sight makes him groan out, filling his undergarments with his cum, hand sticky without even touching his cock skin to skin. gritting his teeth and growling out your name under his breath.

"shit."

𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝒶𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓂𝒾𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 <--

[thedarkeside]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲

"𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟔𝐤

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞/𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝟏𝟖+), 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

part 1, part 2, part 3

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Most mammals have some type of mating season, a mandatory cycle called upon by their physiology in order to further the growth of their population. The feline species is one of those mammals, the females going into estrus multiple times in the span of a few months, or at least until they are with a litter.

Heteromorphic quirks, more crudely known as ‘mutant quirks,’ depending on their nature, can cause the heteromorph to experience such mating cycles. As every heteromorphic quirk is different, there is never a definite way to tell if a mating cycle will present itself. The only thing that can be done is to wait – wait until the heteromorph goes into a heat/rut and go from there.

Aizawa Shouta, of course, knew this before taking you into his care.

In his preparations, he conducted as much research on the occurrence of mating cycles as he could. He scoured the internet, finding everything from medical journals to heteromorph advice columns in magazines (he still cringes when thinking of the article he read aimed for teenagers- “Embrace Your Wild Side.” Why on earth would it ever be necessary to tell these children that they should “get on with their bedroom rodeo?”).

There was, of course, the alternative possibility that you were one of the 62% of people who don’t actually have a mating cycle. Shouta did his best to find out, however that proved to be exceedingly difficult. That’s one of the downsides to having a quirk such as yours. Heteromorphs don’t even make up a fifth of the population, and even then, many of those heteromorphs don’t have quirks that actually need any special accommodations. So, while Japan has a very good universal healthcare system, their insurance coverage tends to overlook heteromorphic quirks and any healthcare that may be directly related to those quirks. 

Unfortunately for you, you were well below the poverty line, making you unable to pay for a quirk specialist. 

That left Shouta in a bit of a pickle. There was no definite information on your quirk or the “side effects” that come along with it. There was no definite way to find out that information himself without simply waiting and observing. And while he is a patient man, he could  only hold out for so long, especially knowing how difficult your life has been. He couldn’t allow you to continue on with such a dismal life. He had to save you. 

So that was that. He would take the chance. There was now a stock of toys in a chest in his closet. Some specially designed and ordered in accordance with the words of other experienced heteromorphs. Thinking about certain items made even him blush, however it also causes a bubbling excitement to brew in his stomach. Those toys promise an eventful sex life, one that he was more than looking forward to. 

Despite all of this preparation, nothing came. Spring came and went, morphing into summer and then fall, and then you passed the one year mark. No heat. 

But now Shouta can’t help but feel like an absolute fool. 

Hormones are finicky. Stress, change of environment, and change of diet can throw the body completely out of whack, especially the body of a biological female. In many instances, this can result in irregular or absent menstruation. In this specific instance, it resulted in an absence of a mating cycle. 

He should’ve known. He shouldn’t have assumed. He should have watched and not be such an idiot. 

There were all of the average  PHS (pre-heat syndrome) symptoms. The clinginess, the high temperature, the lethargy. Previously, you were so easy, so compliant. You were set into a routine that should have been so easy to tell when it’s disturbed. Shouta comes home after school, he has dinner with you. He goes to do his night patrols. He comes home. He climbs into your bed and falls asleep with you in his arms. Then you both wake up, have breakfast, and he goes off to work again after giving you a sweet kiss on the forehead. 

But you were suddenly hardly letting him out of bed to go to night patrols, or to get up and make you both breakfast You would whine, and pout, and plead. Sometimes you would be so bold as to cling to him as he tries to escape. Shouta didn’t read into it. He thought it was cute. His little kitten was becoming as attached as he was. You wanted him.  

When he noticed your spike in temperature, all he thought was that he brought a bug into the house. Your immune system would understandably be severely weakened considering you’ve had  no exposure to the outside world for months on end. So he brought you some cold medicine. The lethargy of course made sense if you were sick. 

He now feels more than foolish. A clown, really. Possessing no more common sense than his problem children. 

When he came home from UA, he went straight to your room as usual. It didn’t take as long to get through the security bolts on your door as before. He trusted you more now. So many locks were hardly necessary. 

But when he opened that door he was hit with the smell of sex. A heavy, smothering scent that damn near knocked him off of his feet. 

As delicious as that scent was, it was nothing compared to the shocking visual of you on the bed, completely bare with three fingers shoved into your glistening cunt. The sight stunned him into silence, his eyes wide and mouth agape. The only sound in the room was your  desperate whimpers. 

It took you a minute to notice his presence, too absorbed in your  frantic search for satisfaction that felt so out of reach. But when your head tilted to the side, half lidded eyes falling onto Shouta, it was like you found your salvation. 

“Sh-Shoutaaa,” you cry out, eyes genuinely tearing up at the sight of him. “Hurts- Bad-  So bad- Pleaaase”. Your pathetic whines quickly snapped  him out of his own dumbfounded stupor, his mouth snapping shut and his body immediately going into action. His belt is off before he can reach the bed, his shirt joining it in a heap on the carpeted floor.

As he climbed onto the bed, taking in the beautiful sight of you upclose, your whines increased in intensity. You sounded absolutely tortured, and you were because he was going so slow. 

“Shh, Kitten,” he consoles, “you can be patient for me, can’t you?”

“No” was your immediate response, making Shouta chuckle and you scowl before rolling over, presenting yourself to Shouta. That  instantly turned his chuckle into a groan, his hands falling onto your ass, caressing the soft skin. When he touched just a little too far up, your rear twitched upwards, vibrating when he grazed the base of your tail. 

That’s new. 

No matter. When you damn near started sobbing, Shouta decided that perhaps it was best to move along. 

He pulled his shirt off, carelessly throwing it across the room. Apparently, he was going too slow for you, as a growl slipped through your lips and you began grinding backwards onto  him, leaving dark wet spots on his black sweatpants. 

His eyes narrowed at your disobedience. He said be patient. 

In response to your petulance, his hand softly glided up your thigh up to the top of your rear before gripping onto your tail and using it like a leash, holding you still.

“I told you to be patient, didn’t I?” He glares down at you. When you don’t answer, he gives a sharp slap to your ass, turning it a faint shade of pink. “Answer me, kitten.” 

“And I said no-” 

Your words are cut off by Shouta tightening his grip on your tail and delivering another harsh slap to your rear. 

“Cut the attitude and behave.” The firm order snapped in that husky voice of his sends a gush of slick from your pussy and a whine from your throat, something that did not go unnoticed by your lover. 

He slid the hand that rested on your ass downwards, teasing so gently until he reached your entrance and glided down to your clit. “So desperate,” he hummed, rubbing  small circles around it and causing your hips to buck, putting a stinging strain on your tail. 

“Shouta- Shouta, please, please I’ll be good,” you pleaded, arching your back more in an attempt to entice the man.

A small smirk graced his lips as he finally reached down and tugged the waistband of his pants down just enough to pull his cock out. He tapped the head of it against your center a few times, watching your thighs quiver before he finally answered your pleas.

Your slick allowed him to slide smoothly into your depths,  the stretch absolutely delicious, and when he finally bottomed out, you let out a relieved sigh. He was so big and you felt so full. 

Of course, this is not at all satisfactory, especially when he’s just sitting there and not moving. Your heat-addled mind didn’t process the fact that he was just trying to give you time to adjust, trying to ensure that you don’t end up injured. That didn’t matter. Not at that moment. 

You began moving for him, pushing back against him in hopes of scratching that itch within your bones. That is, until Shouta retightened his grip on your tail, pulling a sharp yowl from you at the firm yank of the sensitive appendage. 

“Relax, kitten, or I’ll leave you to deal with this by yourself,” he growled  into your ear, and he sounded so hot that you couldn’t help the guttural moan that rises in your chest. “Do you understand, brat?” emphasizing his words with a sharp thrust.

“Uh huh, uh huh,” you  panted, now more desperate to please him, needing more of him. 

Seemingly pleased with your response, Shouta began to properly rut into you, steadily picking up pace until he was slamming into you. You produced a chorus of moans, the sound music to Shoutas ears, more beautiful than any symphony ever written. 

With each harsh thrust, Shoutas firm grip on your tail jostled the sensitive limb, sending shocks of pleasure-pain through your body. The sensation, combined with the delectable glide of his cock, touching your deepest points, was mind-numbing, all thoughts being knocked out of your head. All that mattered is sweaty bodies, temperature continuously rising as skin slaps against skin. 

Shoutas fingers dug into your hip, leaving what will eventually turn into purple bruises. The thought of you covered in his marks made Shoutas head spin, pushing him to abandon his grip on your tail, newly-freed hand snaking its way up to your throat, pulling you up against his chest. Your head flopped back against him, cheek pressed against his pec. His mouth descended onto the flesh of your neck, sucking and nipping at your salty skin. The more pretty little shows of love left behind the better. 

You gasped as he bit on your pulse point, clenching around his cock and pulling the most tantalizing groan from his mouth.

“You’re so tight, Kitty,” his sultry voice whispered in your ear. Shivers ran down your spine. “Being such a good girl for me. Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

The only response that you were capable of conjuring was nonsensical babbling, the tightening feeling low in your belly increasing with every passing second. 

“It’s okay Kitten, I know you can’t help yourself,” he pressed a kiss onto your cheek before giving you a hard bite on your shoulder. That’s what does it. That’s what tips you over, body tensing up, toes curling, stars appearing before your eyes. Shouta grunted through your orgasm, the tightening of your cunt absolute heaven to the senses. He continued pumping into you, long after your orgasm passes, pushing on while you quiver in his hold. 

“Can you give me another one, sweetheart?” he huffed into your ear before lowering you both back down to the mattress, one hand supporting his weight next to your head and the one resuming its grip on your hip. Your fists immediately curled into the fabric of the sheets. The only answer he received was  the pulsing of your sweet little cunt,  and he took it as confirmation. 

Shouta moved faster, thrusting into you harder. He could feel himself creeping toward the edge of his own orgasm, but he was determined to take care of you first. Your second orgasm was just as abrupt as the first, white hot pleasure coursing through your body as you squirted all over Shoutas cock. That’s all that Shouta needed to reach his own peak.

“Good girl, such a good- good girl,” he panted before feeling himself explode into you, painting your insides white. His thrusts slowed down, but he continued to work himself through his orgasm, savoring the aftershocks.

When he stopped moving, Shouta rolled the both of you to your sides, cock keeping you full of his cum. The longer he stayed in you the longer you’d be able to delay the next wave of your heat, giving both of you enough time to get some much needed rest.

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The next three days were a blur of sweaty bodies, pleasure filled moans, and blissful satiation. When you resurfaced from the haze of need, you found yourself in the bathtub, Shouta massaging the  tension from your calves. 

You were limp, near completely boneless after three long days of pushing your body to its limits. Shouta also felt that exhaustion. You had hardly allowed him more than a few hours of rest at a time. Even when he was fully spent, you seemed to still want to keep going, sometimes just riding him to complete overstimulation until the heat that dwelled within your bones was finally settled. 

Of course, no complaints would be heard from Shouta. It’s his sworn duty to take care of you, and he would do that until his dying breaths, regardless of how exhausted he was.

That’s why now, he bathes you, cleaning you of the accumulated sweat and cum that had soaked into your skin, while simultaneously admiring your body, reverent like a follower to his goddess. 

The soft skin, the gentle curves. You were delicious. 

He worked in silence, you watching him with half-lidded eyes, everything feeling oh-so-heavy. It was easy to focus solely on the feeling of his hands on your body, the tender pressure of his fingers into sore muscles. 

Eventually, his hands drifted to your torso, so tender that it caused small spasms as the calluses of his palms tickled your sensitive skin. It was only when he lingered over your belly that the thought suddenly occurred to you-

“Shouta.”

“Yes?”

“You- you didn’t use any protection.” The words are thick on your tongue.

“No, I did not.”

You blinked at him lazily, even as your gut was filled with panic.

“I don’t want children. Not- not yet,” your breathe out. Shouta just tilted his head at you, a small smile growing on his lips.

“No need to worry about that, darling.”

“I’m pretty sure I do.” 

Shouta leaned forward to  press a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

“No, you really don’t.”

“Do you not know how reproduction works?”

He chuckled, just a little bit, causing your brow to furrow at him. Was he daft?

“I got a vasectomy shortly after graduating from high school.” Oh. His hands glided up to your face, cupping your cheeks with utmost care. “It’s reversible, and I froze some sperm just in case I needed it, so that means we-” he kissed your cheek, “can do-” he kissed your jaw, “this-” he nibbled at your neck. “all we want.”

You breathed out a sigh of relief, eyes drifting shut. 

You should have known that he would take care of you, because that’s what he does. What he’s always done. What he’ll always do.

[rissouu]

doing the “she’s busy” prank on them!

pairings: gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, geto suguru, katsuki bakugo, dabi, and aizawa!

warnings: suggestive, sexual content mentioned, mentions of killing, toji is kinda crazy, use of foul language, and etc.

author note: part 1. y’all are lucky to get a part two smh. came from this request!! here you go bby :) it’s thanks to them y’all get fed again, also i chose random ass characters so..

©rissouu 2024

masterlist

[luxthestrange]

BNHA Incorrect quotes #2 EGG-celent

UA Secretary+Assistant Quirkless Y/n...

Secretary!Y/n*Currently looking for a therapist for 1-A in their spare time in your desk*...better make sure to look for one who specializes in anger management for the little chihuahua-

Aizawa*Coming in*Y/n i need the-

Secretary!Y/n*Handing him the freshly printed test sheets*

Aizawa*Blinks and hums taking it*oh also didn't have chance to-

Secretary!Y/n*Already handing him a thermo with fresh coffee with a still warm breakfast egg sandwich in the shape of a cat face, not even looking away from the screen*

Aizawa*Grabbing the breakfast and looking at you*...Marry me?

Secretary!Y/n: I took care of that too, We've been married for the last 7 years~

Aizawa*Sipping his coffee with a hum and slight smirk*Excelent...

[literarydumpinggrounds]

Minors DNI 🔞 Sometimes my brain just… creates nefarious thoughts. Pick your poison.

You’d worn that fucking outfit again. The one that hugged your body in all the right places, flashing glimpses of your plush legs.. of that anklet adorning your skin as it twinkled under the lights. The little charm swaying with your movements— his initial —what he’d claimed was an unmistakable statement to everyone there that you belonged to him. His precious girl.

You knew exactly what you were doing to him.

Fluttering around this party with your friends, laughing on the dance floor like nobody was watching. Like you couldn’t feel his gaze burning into you.. only always you.

To the untrained eye you looked so innocent.

He can’t help the amused twitch at the edges of his lips at the thought. They’d never guess that you were so eager to be a good little slut for him. Never guess that he’d pressed his lips to that little charm while folding you in half before you’d left the house that evening; knees pressing into your chest, ankles framing his face as he pounded those lewd sounds out of you. That you’d had his cum leaking down your thighs the minute you’d stepped foot in the building.

He loved sharing a little secret with you, knowing that you saved that side of yourself just for him.

His good little girl.

[chososrightnipple]

❝𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲.❞

: ̗̀➛ overview: telling various anime characters you want a baby.

: ̗̀➛ tw; afab!reader w/no gendered language. mentions of pregnancy and getting pregnant, first scenario is nsfw (w/ lowk breeding kink) but the rest are sfw. intentional lowercase!

── დ ──

he pauses, glancing over to you. there's a certain change in his expression that you can't decipher. something in the way his feet shuffle and his shoulders tense, in the way his eyes just barely squint and his tongue darts out to lick at his lips.

"you want a.. baby?" he repeats. the last word comes out strained, as if he was choking on the idea. the idea of you staring down at a positive pregnancy test, the idea of you waddling around the house, the idea of you carrying his child.

you nod, eyeing his form in the kitchen. when your eyes meet his, he looks away and back down to the dishes in front of him. "i want your baby," you correct, almost shyly.

he audibly gulps, setting down the dish he was washing with a dull thump of glass against sink. his hands grip at the granite counter and he tilts his head backward. a long exhale escapes him. there's a pause in the air, only for a few seconds. you, sat on the couch, face flushed and wondering if your confession was a mistake, and him standing silent in the kitchen.

"my baby." he repeats. tasting the way the words sit on his tongue. toying with the implications, the ideas floating around in his head. for a brief moment, a vision of you fucked out and actually dripping with his cum flashes before his eyes.

the man shudders visibly and forces himself to take a deep breath. in, then out, and in again.

he turns around and leans against the granite counter, crossing his tense arms over his chest. this time, when you go to meet his eyes, you find his gaze is already boring into yours. there's an air of certainty around him, something that leaves you feeling strangely breathless. hooded eyes never leaving yours, jaw ticking and lips turning upwards, almost smugly.

he brings a shaky hand up to run through his hair. pushing back stray strands and ruffling. you can't tell if the action is out of nerves or if he's just struggling that hard with holding himself back.

"hm. guess i'll have to make you one then."

↳ (jjk) toji fushiguro, geto suguru, gojo satoru, (mha) keigo takami, dabi, aizawa shouta, shigaraki tomura, (kny) sanemi shinazugawa, tengen uzui

── დ ──

you can feel his entire body tense behind you after you blurt the words out. the arms around your waist tightening their hold, the legs entangled with yours going rigid. even the small breaths that fan your neck momentarily pause, and you suddenly feel cold.

"sweetheart?" you whisper out, wondering if you had made some kind of mistake admitting your desire for a baby. that maybe you guys aren't ready for that conversation, yet.

from behind you, he exhales sharply, a small noise escaping his throat. then, the hands on your waist are suddenly gripping into your skin, and he's haphazardly maneuvering you until your face to face with him. no longer spooning, but rather brushing noses and sharing breaths.

"what did you just say?" the words are muttered, whispered like a secret only you two share.

he's staring at you with such a look that every nerve under your skin begins to burn. it's more than affection, more than desire, more than love. like he never wants to look away, like he can stand witness to the expansion of the universe just from looking into your eyes.

you swallow harshly, a hand coming up to play with the back of his hair. something to ground you back to reality. he preens at the touch, and you can feel a shiver rack through him.

"i said i want to have a baby." you hum, soft and sweet.

his eyes fall shut and he leans his forehead against yours. the grip he has on your waist tightens, his other hand beginning to run up and down your back. as if he's struggling to keep his head out of the clouds just as much as you are.

"really? you wanna start a family with me?" he chokes the words out, as if the utter idea of it seems impossible. as if you'd never want him, want the life he's also been daydreaming about.

you cusp at his cheek, thumbing at the soft skin. something warm fills you, every inch of your body, tingling at your fingertips. you think about it all over again- him, a father, running around a fenced in yard, chasing a giggling toddler, the smell of lunch cooking in the background. and you, watching it all from a swing on the porch. how could you not want that?

you smile, "honey, i want to start a life with you."

↳ (jjk) yuta okkotsu, megumi fushiguro, nanami kento, choso kamo, (mha) natsuo todoroki, toshinori yagi, (kny) obanai iguro, tomioka giyuu, rengoku kyujuro

── დ ──

the car tires squeal as he briefly loses control of the wheel, jerking it to the left and just barely missing the concrete lane divider. your grip onto your seatbelt, and the only reason you don't go flying forward is the arm of your lover jutting out in front of you. with a small curse, he straightens out the car and hits the brakes.

the car behind you beeps angrily, though he only waves them off through the window before focusing back on the road. it's silent for a few seconds, the two of you catching you breaths and trying to quiet the loud heartbeat of adrenaline. you begin to think that blurting out your want for a baby while on the road wasn't the brightest idea.

the man sitting beside you finally speaks up a few moments later. his words come out breathless and high pitched. "a baby?! like... a real one?"

you snap your head towards him and, in irritation, begin to slap at his shoulder and arm. "are you kidding!? you almost kill us and that's the first thing you say to me?! i'm being serious! i want a baby!"

he whines, weakly fending off your attacks with his other hand. "oka- okay! stop hitting me, jesus!" he groans, attention diverted between the green light in front of him and your pouting face.

you finally relent after one final slap and huff in annoyance. crossing you arms and slouching against the passenger seat like a toddler who hasn't been given their way.

he eyes you from the drivers seat with a wobbly lip. trying desperately to hold back the laugh brewing inside of him, knowing it'll only serve to annoy you further. he seems to have a special talent at that.

"stop pouting, c'mon now. look at me, love." he coos, taking one of his hands off the wheel and instead using it to caress your cheek. tapping at your nose, twirling at your hair, then gripping your chin and tilting it toward him.

he spares a brief glance toward you, not wanting to take his eyes off of the road for too long. "you really want a baby? i'll give you one, yeah? i'll trash the condoms myself as soon as we get home. how's that sound?"

you roll your eyes, but he can see the amusement cracking through your expression bit by bit. then, finally, you smile. small at first, before it splits wide across your lips. he awes audibly, pinching at your cheeks before you slap his hand away.

yeah, he doesn't think he'd mind a baby with you. not if they got your pretty little smile (and, hopefully, something of his, too).

↳ (jjk) yuji itadori, gojo satoru, ino takuma, (mha) keigo takami, hizashi yamada, mirio togata, (kny) tengen uzui

[rosy-hollow]

Among the UA staff, an unspoken rule existed: no dating between coworkers.

…Good thing the rule was unspoken, right?

That’s what Aizawa tells himself as he lounges in the background, watching you take over his class for the day—demonstrating how the next training exercise would go.

The way the muscles in your forearms flexed as you jumped up to grab the bar above you, maneuvering through the obstacle course with ease—it was mesmerizing.

The exercise itself was quirk-free, focused solely on physical ability—your specialty as the conditioning instructor.

Aizawa snorts. The way the students watched you, they clearly thought it would be easy—they had no idea how much work you put into getting your current physique. It was something he’d always admired about you.

Once the students had dispersed per your instruction, you padded over to the tired teacher, a teasing smile on your face.

"Enjoying your relaxation time?"

He rolls his eyes, a rare smile stretching across his face. "You know it."

You hum, plopping down next to him on the bench. "You should wear your hair up more often," you quip, noting his hairstyle of choice for the day. "Suits you."

Aizawa lets out a choked sound, red creeping up his neck, but he makes an effort to hide it. He dismisses you with a smirk.

"Don’t get too used to it. I don’t normally get up early enough to do anything with it."

"Well, you never know~" you tease, noticing Kaminari getting stuck in the rope ladder. "I’ll be right back—got to deal with this."

The moment you walk away, Shota’s face flushes slightly at your comment, his heart thumping.

Walking away from the poor man, your back turned, you smirk.

As slick as he thought he was being, you knew him too well. Luckily, you felt the same—but you were way too petty to confront him yourself.

You were going to be the death of him.

A/N: kinda lazy but here's our favorite sleepy man :)

[sugarwarachan]

ur writing makes me feral <3

thinking about older roommate aizawa who just wanted to be nice and do ur laundry and ends up stealing a pair of panties for him to jerk off to :p

thank you nonnie!! hope this makes u feral too, i wrote it in like five minutes

older roommate! aizawa universe + panty stealing - obviously 18+

why does he do these things to himself - put himself in such close proximity to your clothes, to your cunt? he looks at the panties in his hand, barely anything he'd consider sexy - nothing satin, no silk - just cotton underwear with little cats on them, but want slams him into so hard he has to grip the counter's edge for purchase and inhale the sweet, soft scent of you, pressing your panties as deep into his nose as he can. he even starts to lick, like he's a fucking dog slavering all over itself for your scent.

he shoves his pants down and fists his cock, hissing at the dry scrape of cotton on his flushed skin. he spits, runs his thumb over the head, and spits into his palm again, rough with his grip and pace, imagining you finding him, imagining your eyes curling open in shock, maybe disbelief, but certainly excitement, the dirty fucking tease that you are. for all he knows, you left these here for him to find, maybe so you could wear them later after his cum's dried, or he can put them on you right after, stop up your slick by snapping them tightly onto your hips, creamy seed mingling with your pussy's needy drooling, aizawa pulling them taut between your lips and pinching your clit so your cum mixes with his own -

(you ask him where they are the next day, and he answers by stuffing them in your mouth)

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[tired-teacher-blog]

Aizawa teaches you how he likes it..

I don't even know what this is, but here, take it.

_ "Are you sure about this love?" he blinked a few times as a stunned expression took over the amused one he had on moments ago.

Your request was one that he has never heard you utter before now, and he had to make sure you meant every word coming out of your mouth.

_ "Yes! Yes I'm sure!" you grabbed onto his shirt as you finally settled on his lap, straddling and trapping him between your thighs, "I want to give you a blowjob." and your confidence and shamelessness were seriously baffling..

He needed to take a second and let it all sink in, you have never done this with him before, and he knows for a fact, that you have never done it with anyone else either, so what if it was too much for you to handle? He couldn't allow himself to hurt or overwhelm you in anyway.

However, the look on your face was one of determination and excitement for the experience, and he couldn't find it in himself to just say "no" to you, truth be told, he was instantly turned on the moment he heard the words leaving your mouth.

_ "Okay, fine, but there are a few things that you'll have to learn first, are you willing to do that?" he asked in a gentle tone as he placed his hands on your thighs.

_ "I'll do anything." and the smile brightening your features lured a loving one to appear upon his face.

_ "Alright sweetheart, first I need you to open your mouth slightly, can you do that for me?" he requested in a soothing voice while running his thumb along your soft lips.

You couldn't understand the meaning of his demand but didn't want to question him either, you trust him too much to doubt anything he does, and so, you nodded in agreement and did as he asked.

_ "That's it, that's my good girl," his sweet words filled you with pride, "now I'm going to put my finger in, and all I need you to do is close your mouth around it, is that okay for you?"

Heat was rising in your body, and the anticipation of what was coming sent a shiver up your spine.

You nodded fervently and watched as he slipped his index finger inside, before wrapping your lips around it.

_ "You're doing very well princess," you could clearly tell he was fighting the urge to let out a groan as he watched you following his orders obediently, "now, I need you to place your tongue on the tip of my finger and keep it there until I tell you otherwise, are you comfortable with that?"

Hearing him gently asking if you were okay with every step he took, warmed up your heart and made you want to learn quickly so you could make him feel as good as he always makes you feel.

You hummed around his digit and knitted your eyebrows in concentration as you twisted your tongue to press it against the tip of his finger.

_ "That's perfect, now stay like that for a moment."

Your eyes were shining in eagerness as they saw the amused smirk curving up his lips, and your heart was pounding in excitement as you waited for him to speak again.

_ "You're driving me out of my mind princess," he let out a frustrated sigh and licked his lips before carrying on, "listen carefully love, what I want you to do now is lick around my finger, is that okay?"

Your breath hitched in your throat while hearing his words, not because it was too much for you to follow, but because you weren't certain of your ability to handle anymore of this teasing.

You started moving your tongue carefully around his finger, covering every inch of the long digit inside your mouth while keeping your eyes on him the whole time.

He looked enticing as he coached you, with his luscious hair resting on his broad shoulders, his piercing eyes boring into you hungrily, and those lips– you wished nothing more than to have them on you, singing your praises and adding to your arousal.

_ "How lucky am I, fuck.. you really know how to rile me up don't you?" he chuckled amusedly and moved his other hand to squeeze your side before pulling you even closer to himself, letting you feel the forming bulge in his pants, and the discovery drove you wild as you unconsciously let out a muffled whine and pushed your hips against his, because you wanted even more of him.

_ "That's dangerous sweetheart, you know I'm already at my limit right?" he groaned the warning but did nothing to stop you, too bewitched by your advances to actually oppose you, "and now for the last step, I want you to start sucking on my finger like a lollipop, but be careful love, don't use your teeth okay?"

You followed his last command, eagerly sucking on it while moving your hips at the same time, you were going insane a little bit more each second that passed.

_ "Fuck sweetheart, do you have any idea how seductive you look right now?" he growled through gritted teeth before adding in a lower voice, "you do realize that the real thing is way bigger than just my finger right?"

You moand again as you sucked harder and faster, moving your fingers along his arm before clutching onto his hand to push it against your lips a little closer as you carried on.

He was in a daze watching you like that, and soon, his last ounce of self control slipped away as he suddenly pulled his finger out of your mouth, before holding your chin and staring at your reddened and swollen lips with an eager expression that aroused you even more, "I think you're ready for me love, so just remember what I taught you alright?"

It was going to be fun for both of you, you were certain of it..

Dividers by @/cafekitsune

[n30ncr1ptid]

I belive in the deepest of my heart that aizawa has a sensitive spine, the rest of his body? Dead, ya touch him and he doesn't blink, he doesn't even have ticklish parts

That is unless you are touching his spine, the man will lay with his head comfortably on your chest just letting time pass as you cuddle, and of course you go to run your short nails over his skin while you think of some random song you heard, maybe even humming as you don't realize it

And just when you run your nails over his spine he jerks, fully involuntary, he shivered like he was cold, pressing slightly against you as his body tried to escape the touch

"are you okay dear? Is it sore?" you say, already expecting a yes, it was usual really, his muscles protested from years of hero work and since you had good strong hands which helped soothe his muscles you would usually knead his back

"just tickles" he responded with a hum into your chest, clearly too sleepy for it to bother him, actually it looked like he was enjoying the sensation

It felt slightly funny that this very tough hero was just so sensitive right along his spine, God he was such a cat, raising his back to meet your touch, purring humming when he was too tired to respond, stretching when he woke up, digging his fingers in the bed, kneading your flesh when he felt stressed

If he had a tail you're sure it would be slowly wagging behind him right now

You dip your head down just enough to press a kiss on his silky black hair and watch as his relaxed face reddens

God your husband is so beautiful

[tiredofthehumanlife]

telling the mha men you want a baby

included: kirishima, katsuki, shinso, iida, shigaraki, keigo, izuku, aizawa, Shoto, Touya, tokoyami, Denki

warnings: sex talk, some a little open ended, not technically said how the baby will come to be could be abo idk have fun IDC, yeah that's it I think

[matchamiko]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Lucky Undies

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Warnings: oral sex ( f -> receiving) m.masturbation, mentions height difference (reader implied shorter than Aizawa), reader implied big belly, thighs + ass (ie. not skinny), prev. established relationship, sooooo self-indulgent don’t look at me

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Note: disgusted with myself honestly.

“What are those?”

You stop in your tracks, toothbrush lodged in your cheek and foam threatening to drip down your chin.

Aizawa stands behind you in the bathroom doorway, eyes trained dark on the tug of your sleep shirt over your ass. Spitting into the skin, bending lower and offering more of a view, you finish washing your mouth with heat all over your face,

“I didn’t have anything else clean, s’all I got,” you explain yourself, eyes connecting with his in the mirror,

“And they’re your last resort because?” Arms folded over his broad chest sprayed with dark hair, Aizawa cocks his hip against the doorway, eyes never leaving the peak of your asscheek from beneath the t-shirt. It’s his and it’s soft and he offered it to you on your first sleepover years ago, a little tighter round the middle now but still long enough to pass as a nightie.

“They don’t fit!” You resort with embarrassment, “they pinch my hips and they go up my butt ‘nd roll down my belly if I bend down or even move,” you feel as though there’s steam hissing from your ears, suddenly regretting even putting on the offending underwear. You’d miscounted your laundry days and found yourself wearing either silky lingerie or old high legged cheeky style undies that were a very adorable baby pink and sported a little red rose at the front. Usually you wore comfortable high rise with a trusty band and often times sensible colours so to not show through your chosen trousers or skirts of the day. Maybe you’d wear a thong if you felt adventurous but comfort was key in your relationship with underwear, and being with Aizawa for so long helped you not only explore that a little bit but also enabled you to stay comfortable without judgement or ridicule.

And Aizawa liked your plain underwear, didn’t care much for it really because all he often wanted was them off or not even on in the first place. Complaining about his partners choice in underwear was beneath him; he’s a man, he’s mature and he’d much rather eat your pussy than muse over what’s covering it.

But these? He’s not seen these before.

“Cute,” he says with a gravelly voice, stalking forwards slowly, “you look cute,”

Biting your lip, you shake your head,

“I’ll just put some gym shorts on and do a quick wash, s’stupid to even try to do anything in these,” you grumble dejectedly, turning and even in your limited movements, the seam tugs over your cheek and makes you cringe.

But Aizawa is as sturdy as he is stubborn, a wall preventing you from leaving and a large hand sits heavy and inviting on your hip.

“I said you look cute,” he says pointedly, “not just the underwear, but you in general, seeing your skin makes me - desperate,”

That hand smoothes under your sleep shirt, fingering the thin, stretchy band of the panties with a heavy breath in his chest. The harder he pulls the band, the higher up your hip they go and the further up your -

“They’re just panties Shouta,” you blink up at him, leaning closer to ease his fondling, “stupid uncomfable panties that is,”

“Shh,” Aizawa kisses you quiet, a peck to keep you satisfied while his other hand drifts over to your ass, fisting the fat and spreading you meanly, “just - lemme look for a sec,”

His eyes catch the flash of your asshole in the mirror, panties caught taught and high over your ass and he groans low and deep from his belly. You clear your throat and whimper when he buries his face into your neck, teeth scraping the delicate skin there. Then - his hand rounds to your stomach, fiddling with the little silky rose before tickling the exposed skin of your belly from where the panties had dislodged and folded down.

He doesn’t often explore you this selfishly, having listened to your qualms and insecurities over your body, doing it to prove that no weight could distance him from desiring your body. But he touches you with a filthy selfish agenda and filthier moans.

Thick fingers tease you over the fabric, slippery with your arousal, sliding between your folds and circling your clit with loud little click. It’s shameful how turned on you are at his exploration of your underwear, but he’s no better; hard and heavy and leaking against your hip. ‘Nd when you look down, mewling at the thick forearm jammed between your cushiony thighs, you can see the flushed tip of his cock peaking from the sagging waistband of his underwear, black and tight and baring a hole just above the seam on his thigh.

And suddenly you understand exactly how Aizawa feels with you in underwear he’s never seen before. Because those are boxers you bought him three christmases ago and are also a result of not doing laundry often enough. And when you look up at him with your hand squeezing him through the thin fabric; your shameful desperation is reflected in his eyes.

All too suddenly, Aizawa is on his knees and your lower back is cradled uncomfortably against the bathroom counter, and he’s all up between your thighs with devastating groans and grunts.

“Taste’s fuckin’ divine,” his tongue is hot and so wet against the gusset of your underwear, pulled tight over your cunt and practically frothing with how aroused you are. One hand cups your ass and spreads you, the other is crude and sharply tugging on his cock. At the taste of you. At the smell of you. Nipping your clit through the fabric and sucking hard enough to send you shuddering and shaking right down to your toes.

“Shouta ! S’too much !” You grip the top of his head, hair tangled from sleep but the tugging of the knots seem to encourage him, groaning into your cunt and huffing deep agonising breaths against your pubis. You’re on your tiptoes, one leg lifting a little even to give him space and Aizawa shuffles closer on his knees, haphazardly throwing your leg over his broad, sinewy shoulder.

It’s almost like the sensations are muted, dulled through the thin fabric of your panties. But they’re still there and you fumble with your shirt for a moment before lifting it and tucking the hem beneath your chin so you can look down, down at your boyfriend so eagerly and so messily slurping at your pussy.

He’s feral like this, eyes fluttering and nose pressed hard into your clit, tongue trying to rip through into you but failing miserably. Or not, as it seems that wasn’t his goal, simply content with tasting you through the panties that had entrapped him so suddenly. You couldn’t even feel confused and weird at his random bout of arousal over your too-small panties, too thrummed with pleasure and the shivers of an orgasm to really deep dive it.

It rears its head slowly, but with a strength you’d yet to experience before. All suction and desperate licks, moans and grunts vibrating you just enough to send you jerking into his mouth. Hips moving on their own, tits falling from the grasp of your shirt and shuddering with your movements. Your underwear slips and tugs harshly as you grind through your orgasm, pulled taught only by Aizawa’s insistent tongue and fingers. He seemed to have given up on his own pleasure, or got enough from watching and tasting you, both hands clutching your thighs around his head.

“Let up, oh my god, give me a sec Shouta,” you’re still panting hard, limbs boneless and belly throbbing with every aftershock, cunt fluttering against the sodden and stained panties, “you’re such a - now I really don’t have anything to wear today,”

Your words die from a telling off to a small sigh at the sight of him, drunk on the sight and taste of you. His eyes are heavy, mouth open and shining with your spend, cheeks flushed and chest heaving,

“Good news for me then,” he stands with a grunt, coming in close enough for you to smell the remnants of your orgasm on his lower face - but he doesn’t kiss you. Instead massaging your hips and the tangled band of your underwear, “I’m having you on my face next, ‘nd keep these on,”

He’s a pervert really, snapping the band and making you tut in disapproval. But as you follow him into the bedroom with a sheepish grin and nervous lust building in your chest; you realise you are too, for letting him indulge in this and letting him.

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