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Life-Line - Shinsou x Soulmate! Reader

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Yes, Controller is my own OC, I am not ashamed of that. I picked Ectoplasm as the least terrifying person for Reader because he has the most terrifying smile (my brain works like that, sorry, not sorry)

1. longing

You stopped listening to the professor five minutes ago.

His voice is background music now, droning on and on and on about something history here, important there. The weather outside had been awful all morning, heavy rain and grey clouds. But right before history started, the rain had stopped and the clouds had started to part in places.

Now, the tiniest sliver of sunlight was peaking through the window. It catches on one of Megumi’s scales and breaks into a rainbow. At the end of it, sits Shinsou, lazily scribbling into his notebook.

He’s always pretty, you’ve realized that when you stepped foot into class the first day. Most girls in your class are more into the Hero Course students. Megumi fawns over Shouto’s cool demeanor, Shoul thinks that Bakugo could be cute if he would just stop cursing for a minute and Min Min blushes every time anyone mentions TetsuTetsu. But you just can’t be helped.

There’s something about him, from the vibrant color of his hair to the fact that his eyes never seem to miss anything to the lazy drawl of his voice. You’re absolutely smitten and you can’t even lie to yourself about it.

Lazily you twirl your pen between your fingers. It catches on the side of your glove, specially made just for you. The material is thin, the same color as your skin, and only covers your pinky. It’s the only thing that comes between you and death.

“Y/N?” You flinch in your seat. The professor is looking at you like he’s waiting for an answer.

“Uh, Japan?” You guess. Someone snickers behind you as Professor Oda harrumphs in disappointment.

“Shinsou, do you know the answer?”

“1985, Professor.”

“Correct. Thank you. Now, don’t think this wasn’t an important year…”

You stop listening yet again when Shinsou moves just a bit to the left and places a little piece of paper on the edge of your desk.

Your fingers shake as you unfold it and you have to fight the gasp that’s trying to break free.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” 

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2. finding out

“Good work.” You squeak out when Shinsou passes you in the hallway. Your face is hidden behind your hands, long sleeves covering your fingers.

“Ha?” He turns, his eyes roaming over the people around him until he locks onto you. 

You’re not fast enough to escape, not sure if you should anyway even though everything in you tells you to run away.

“Did you just…” He asks, pointing at himself. You shake your head violently. 

He deflates, just a little. You can’t be imagining it, not with the way even his hair seems to sink down a little. Is he… disappointed?

It makes you rip your hands from your mouth again, squeeze out the words with all the willpower you have.

“That was a good match.” You squeak, nerves catching in your throat. “You’ll be an awesome hero one day.”

“You think so?” He asks, stepping closer. Is there a hint of pink on the tips of his ears or did you finally start to hallucinate?

“I…” Someone bumps into him and everything happens in slow motion. 

He stumbles forward, hands outstretched. Even knowing that your Quirk wouldn’t affect him if he’s the one touching you, you flinch away - but directly behind you is the window. Something digs painfully into your back just as his right hand catches on your shoulder and a burning pain erupts below his fingers.

The sound that bubbles out of your mouth sounds like a strangled sob and Shinsou pulls back his hand like he’s burned himself. You don’t wait for him to say anything, but run for your life.

At the end of the hallway, just ten steps behind Shinsou, is Aizawa-Sensei, red eyes glowing ominously in his pale face.

He does not stop you when you pass him, but his eyes seem to follow you as you disappear in the staircase, your heart beating out of your chest.

When you pull off your sweater in the safety of the girl's bathroom and prod your shoulder with your fingertips, there’s nothing there that could indicate a bruise.

But when you inspect it in the bathroom mirror, the truth screams back at you.

A brand new soulmate mark looks back at you, the color a dizzying mix of purple and white, the tattoo resembling something abstract, like a mouth and… a wave? Or is it air?

You feel a little sick as you crawl back into one of the cubicles, determined to skip the next period and the one after that, to stay away for as long as you need to get over this.

You cannot be Shinsou Hitoshi’s Soulmate. You just can’t.

-

“Y/N?” The voice has you freeze in the middle of the sidewalk. 

“A-Aizawa-S-Sensei…” You stutter out. He looks a little less murderous right now, hair pulled back in a bun instead of flowing around his face.

“Do you have a minute?” He asks. “I wanted to ask you some things about your Quirk.”

“I did not…” You start to defend yourself. 

“I wasn’t implying that. It’ll be just you, me, and Kayama-Sensei. We’ll just have a cup of tea and talk a bit.” 

“A-Are you sure?” The question is a little redundant but you’re also a little scared of Kayama-Sensei. She’s even scarier than Aizawa-Sensei.

Aizawa-Sensei seems to notice. “Tell you what. You can pick the teacher that’s sitting with us. I want you to be comfortable.”

…

“I have to say this is really nice!” Ectoplasm grins menacingly as he sips from a dainty cup of tea. “Now you said you wanted to talk about Y/N’s Quirk?”

“Yes. As far as I’m aware it’s called Life Absorption, is that right?” 

You nod, not daring to lift your teacup with your shaking hands.

“If I touch something living with five fingers of one hand, I absorb all of their life energy. It could be a tree, an animal, or a human being. So I always wear my gloves.”

“Interesting.” Aizawa drinks from his own cup, seemingly lost in thought for a minute before he shakes himself out of it.

“I assume you know Shinsou Hitoshi?”

You swallow harshly. “I… He’s a classmate.”

AizawaSensei is looking at you like he knows. You swallow again, fearing that he’s going to make you say it. Instead, he sets down his cup.

“Most people think that with a Quirk like his, he’s bound to be a villain. But he’s determined to become a Hero. You might have been told that with a Quirk like yours, you can only be a villain or a danger to society, but I assure you that is not the case.”

You gape at him.

Ectoplasm hums low in his throat.

“What are you implying, Aizawa?”

“You might not know this, but I am acquainted with the Hero “Controller”. Her quirk allows her to sense other people around her and control them. I talked to her about your Quirk and she mentioned that there is a possibility that you can train it. If you put yourself into it, you could touch people without absorbing anything and, better yet, give back life energy.”

You stare at him. 

“Are you…”

“Controller, huh?” Ectoplasm snickers softly before turning toward you.

“Before you make your decision on this, you should know that Controller is not only a one of a kind hero but also Aizawa-Sensei’s wife. If she thinks you can do it, you can do it.”

“How… How did you find out about my Quirk?” You ask, your mind still tumbling about. “Why are you interested in it anyway?”

“You didn’t hear that from me.” Aizawa-Sensei points out lowly. “But Shinsou just wouldn’t stop talking about it.”

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3. winning

“That was great for your first training session.” Controller smiles down at you. She looks as threatening as Aizawa on a good day, but one hour into working with her has taught you just how sweet she actually is. 

You can’t remember being praised this much before.

“Oh, Hitoshi, you’re done training as well?” Controller turns to the now open door of the training room. You scramble to put your gloves back on at the sight of purple hair.

“Could I talk to Y/N for a second?” He asks, a nervous tinge coating his words. 

“Sure.” Controller walks out, brushes his shoulder with her hand as she passes him. It’s a gentle gesture and you wonder just how close those three actually are.

“Aizawa told me you started training.” Shinsou starts, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“He told me you… you told him about me.”

“Ah.” He’s not looking at you but he cannot hide the blush on his cheeks. “Yeah, I… was kinda… I had a crush on you, I guess.”

“What?!” The word comes out a little too harsh, but you’re too stunned to care. “No way.”

“Yeah, but you had one on me too, right?” He lifts his hand, his face now red. There, on the middle of his palm, sits the same soulmate tattoo that you found on your shoulder.

“It’s… it’s okay though.” He clears his throat awkwardly. “If you’re not into that, I mean. We’re just soulmates. Plenty of soulmates don’t date. I just… I felt like I had to at least do something for you, if we were, you know.”

“Who wouldn’t want to be your soulmate?” You ask, your mind whirring so fast your mouth can’t keep up. “You’re gorgeous.”

The blush bleeds from Shinsou’s face. He grins, a wicked turn of his mouth.

“Oh, I’m gorgeous?”

“Shut up!” You press your hands against your mouth but he’s already one step ahead of you.

“No, say that again, please?”

That day, your first double selfie enters your phone. Because, as Hitoshi said, ‘Take a picture. It will last longer.’

-

“Step aside!” You call out to the people crowding the scene. “This is a rescue mission! Step aside!”

“No way!” Someone whispers behind you. “It’s Life-Line! She’s so cool!”

It’s a common scene. A burning building, you and your crew getting people to safety as others work on extinguishing the fire.

Megumi, with her dragon-like skin, brings out a little boy. She’s one of the few classmates that went into Rescue alongside you. 

“He’s not breathing.” She tells you, handing him over to you.

Your hands, no longer in gloves, touch his face. He sucks up your life energy like one does air after being underwater for too long.

“I’ll need more energy.” You call out to the people watching. “Who’s willing to give me a year? Anyone?”

An old man steps forward. “I don’t mind giving some of my time to this little boy.”

A young woman pulls him back. “No, I have more to give.”

Five, ten, more people reach out their hands. Five minutes later sweat is running down your back but the child takes one deep breath after the other, looking up at you with curious eyes.

“Are you a hero?” The boy asks, reaching out his fingers to touch your face.

“Yes.” You say with the confidence of more than five years of work under your belt. “I am.”

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Izuku’s eyes go huge at the sight of the massive stack of work study offers he has. Todoroki is the only one who comes close, and Kacchan looks like he’s about to have a fit, only the watchful eye of Aizawa-sensei stopping it. He looks around almost desperately at his classmates, because he has to have some of theirs, right? Why would so many heroes want him?

 “Umm, Sensei? Are you sure these are all mine?” he asks, a bit faintly.

 “Yes. Congratulations for having what I think is the most offers out of any UA student every,” Aizawa-sensei says. Izuku doesn’t know what his expression must be, but Aizawa-sensei sighs. “Midoriya. You do realize all those heroes who you’ve been watching fight over the year noticed you, right? That you are basically a legend at this point for how often you’ve popped up? Along with how you’re always calling in to Mic’s show?”

 Wait, they’ve been noticing him? He didn’t know that!

 He sits down in his chair with a soft ‘thump’, eyes still huge and starts looking through the pile.

 …He thinks the only member of the Top Ten not in the pile is All Might.

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Aizawa Shota || My Hero Academia S7 Ep4

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what's love got to do with it?

The students and teachers alike at UA High can't help but notice the strange behavior of the typically stern and stoic teacher of Class 1-A. They come up with all sorts of theories but soon discover the even more surprising truth: Aizawa-sensei is simply falling in love. Fluffy Aizawa x fem!reader drabble. SFW. 2,828 words.

The way everyone looks at him when he walks in, you’d think he’d grown a second head or something.

Aizawa glances up from his phone after reading a sweet little text from you, greeting him good morning and wishing him a good day at work, only to find every student's wide-eyed, unblinking attention focused solely on him.

One second, they were all happily chattering, and then, the next…

"Hmm? What?" He asks his class offhandedly, throwing his things on the table and taking his usual seat.

But instead of answering him, the whole room erupts into a whispered frenzy.

"Did you see that? Did he just...?"

"No way! Must have been a trick of the light or something."

"What the heck? I feel so unnerved. Llike we just spotted a UFO or something.”

“You guys saw it too, right? Are we all just collectively hallucinating?”

"Oi!" He calls their attention. "Would anyone care to tell me what it is exactly that's gotten all of you so worked up this morning?"

Stunned silence falls over Class 1-A again, and Aizawa can’t help but cross his arms and sigh. “Iida? Yaoyorozu? What’s going on?”

He doesn’t miss the way the class president and vice-president exchange a hesitant look before Iida answers him. 

“Apologies, sensei!” He hastily gets up to bow. “I will personally make sure everyone quiets down.” He zooms around the room and gestures frantically at his noisy classmates to settle down.

Bemused by their commotion, Aizawa observes them all carefully. What could’ve caused such a stir? He wonders. And why are they all so reluctant to tell him? Did he have a piece of spinach in his teeth or something? A quick glance downwards tells him he didn’t forget to wear pants or shoes or anything, so what was it?

“If I may, sensei?” Yaoyorozu raises her hand and he nods at her. “I think everyone was just a little distracted by your change in demeanor today."

He furrows his eyebrows at the young girl. "What change?"

"Well, we’ve never seen you smile before. Or at least, not like that.”

He blinks in surprise. He’d been smiling when he walked into class this morning? "What about it?"

"Well, sir," Iida adds, taking his seat once everyone's finally settled down. "It's quite an uncommon sight. Naturally, they were taken aback."

“You usually only smile when you’re giving us a tough time in exams or training exercises, sensei.”

The corners of Aizawa’s mouth twitch upwards at that, which he quickly covers up with a small cough. “Well, enough of that. Let’s get on with today’s lesson, shall we?”

Everyone straightens up to listen as their homeroom teacher goes over a few important announcements. And although he isn’t smiling anymore, Class 1-A doesn't miss the way his usually sharp gaze has grown soft and almost...fond as he speaks to them.

As soon as the homeroom bell rings, Aizawa dismisses them with an absent-minded wave of his hand and takes out his phone to text you: Do I really never smile?

You smile when you’re rounding up bad guys sometimes. You reply almost right away. Or when you see a cat.

He chuckles. Apparently I also do it when I’m torturing my students. Then…Or when I’m texting you.

You send back a little cat emoji, and the grin you get after reading that doesn't leave your face for the rest of the day.

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“Shouta! Helloooo? I said Earth to Shouta?” Kayama waves her hand in Aizawa’s face.

It seems to snap him out of whatever trance he’s in. “Sorry, what?” He blinks up at her.

She gives Yamada a look. “What’s with him today?”

“Dunno,” he shrugs, then turns to his friend. “Hey buddy, didn’t get any sleep again last night or something?”

You could say that, Aizawa thinks to himself with a smirk, then hastily scolds his features into their usually stoic expression. “No. Why?”

Kayama raises an eyebrow at him. “You've just been acting a little...off. Distracted, maybe?”

"Nothing to worry about," Aizawa reassures them, dismissing their concerns with a wave of his hand. He goes back to observing his students closely in the hopes of them moving past the subject, but Kayama and Yamada aren’t convinced. Anyone looking at him could tell something was different today.

“Sensei?” Kirishima hesitantly calls out to him. “I’m having a little trouble with my balance. Could you show me that move again?”

Aizawa nods, and everyone’s jaw just about drops to the floor when he demonstrates the proper stance with uncharacteristic patience. 

"Remember to be mindful of where you shift your weight," He guides Kirishima through the motions with a supportive tone, a stark departure from his normally gruff and no-nonsense approach. "And keep your focus. You'll get it."

Kirishima does as he’s told and looks to his teacher for feedback.

"No, adjust your stance a bit like this. Yes, that's it. Great improvement," Aizawa says, offering a rare compliment. 

Flabbergasted, the red-haired boy manages a stuttering, "Th-Thank you, sensei," before Aizawa moves on to help the next student. 

Observing everything from afar, Kayama leans over to Yamada and whispers, “He didn’t get a concussion on that last mission, did he? I've never seen him like this."

“Check what was in his coffee a while ago. And if he still has more — oof, it was just a joke!”

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“Okay, enough is enough!” Mina bursts into the room, dramatically crying. “I have to know!”

“Know what?” Kirishima asks as the others start to gather around her.

“What’s going on with Aizawa sensei? I saw him on the way here — he’s wearing a buttoned up shirt.”

There’s a collective gasp.

“Are you sure?” Momo asks.

Mina nods frantically. “And it was freshly pressed, too!”

Another round of gasps.

“And his hair was tied up!” The pink girl all but weeps, throwing herself onto the nearest desk.

“What do you think is going on with him?” Deku rubs his chin thoughtfully.

“He’s been acting so weird lately!” Uraraka whines.

As if on cue, Aizawa walks in. “Good morning, class,” he greets them without his usual gruffness.

Everyone hurries back to their seats, but Mina leans over to grab Kaminari’s sleeve, screaming under her breath, “He said good morning!”

“Look at his eyes!” He points frantically. “No puffy, dark circles or redness at all! He actually looks well-rested for once!”

“That’s where I draw the line!” Kirishima almost slams his fist on his desk. “We have to get to the bottom of this.”

Sero joins them, “Do you think Mic sensei and Midnight sensei know anything?”

Kaminari shrugs, “It’s worth asking.”

“Maybe Aizawa sensei has a secret twin and he’s pulling a prank on us?” Deku contemplates.

Uraraka shakes her head, “Sensei? Pulling a prank? I doubt it. What if there’s a new teacher at UA with a shape-shifting quirk?”

“Or Shinsou brainwashed him into being in a good mood?” Jirou chimes in.

As they huddle and murmur, Todoroki and Tokoyami shoot them curious glances, and Iida has to shush them discreetly. 

They snap back to attention every time Aizawa faces them, pretending to listen to the lesson. But as soon as their sensei turns away again, the room buzzes with whispered speculation. 

And though he acts none the wiser, seemingly engrossed in the topic they're supposed to be discussing, Aizawa can't help his amusement listening to their outlandish theories. A small, smug part of him relishes stoking the fires of their confusion. 

He knew he'd have some explaining to do, but for now, he’s more than happy to just let  them wonder.

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“Oh, look who finally decided to show up!” is the first thing Mic says when he spots him. The colorful cocktail in his hand is practically empty, but he happily sips the fun loopy straw for whatever dredges he can anyway.

“Are you going to make me regret it?” Aizawa grumbles, taking his seat next to his friends.

But Mic and Midnight just snicker, unfazed. They’ve had years to get used to his grumpiness after all (and a few drinks to put them in a better mood). 

"We have to admit, Aizawa," Midnight smirks up at him. "We had an ulterior motive for asking you to come hang out tonight."

"Don't you always?" He deadpans, lazily chewing at the gyoza they ordered without him. Although he doesn’t show it, he’s pleased to see there’s already a whiskey neat waiting on the table for him. 

Midnight rolls her eyes as she slides it over to him, "Yeah, but aside from just getting you to lighten up as usual."

"And getting you to sing karaoke with us, which I still can't believe—"

"You promised me we'd never talk about it again,” Aizawa groans as he rubs his hand over his face. “And that you'd never let me get that drunk again.”

"Awww, come on, buddy," Yamada slings his arm around him. "What's the point of having a good story you can't tell?"

"Fine, but I'll deny it, so no one will believe you anyway."

"I don’t know,” Midnight sing-songs, swirling her margarita in its glass. “With the way you’ve been acting lately, they just might.”

He frowns at her. “Meaning?”

Mic grins, leaning forward with an impish glint in his eye, "Meaning we heard you've been keeping secrets from us, Aizawa."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh really? Then would you care to tell us why you’ve been smiling so much lately?”

“Or who you’ve been trying to look nice for?”

Realizing they weren’t going to let this go easily, Aizawa sighs and takes a deep sip of his whiskey, the familiar warmth sliding down his throat. He's not one to discuss his personal life openly, even with his close friends, but there's something about their teasing that doesn't quite irk him tonight.

Aizawa tilts his head slightly, thoughtfully. "I'm just...happy, I suppose."

“But it’s more than that, isn’t it?”

“Come on, buddy, you can tell us!” Mic nudges him playfully. 

“We want to know what’s got our favorite grump acting like a—" Midnight’s hands quickly fly up to cover her gasp. 

“Like a what?” Mic gives her a puzzled look, but Aizawa’s shoulders tense up at the glint in her eyes. That look usually meant very bad things for him. 

“Like a lovesick puppy!” She grabs Mic’s arm, excitedly slapping it before shaking Aizawa’s shoulders and squealing into his ear. “That’s it, isn’t it? You’re in love!”

Aizawa chokes on his drink, and Mic pats him on the back to ease his coughing fit.

"Real smooth, Kayama,” he teases her.

"Sorry, but I couldn't resist," Midnight pouts, the twinkle of amusement still shining bright in her eyes.

Aizawa wipes his mouth and sets his glass down with a sigh. “Well, if you must know…There is…someone I’ve been spending time with.”

"Someone!" His friends chorus, delighted.

Mic nudges him gently. “Well? Don’t leave us in suspense!”

"Who is it? Do we know them?" Midnight leans forward, giggling.

Aizawa looks down at his glass for a moment, contemplating how much he should reveal. Although he feels a little overwhelmed by their excitement and their scrutiny, he also secretly relishes the joy of sharing this part of his life with his closest friends. 

It feels good, he thinks, to be around them and to know that they care so much about him. And though he’s never been one to discuss his personal affairs, he trusts these two enough to share the parts of himself he usually kept guarded. 

Seeing the expectant looks on their faces, eagerly awaiting his answer, Aizawa's ears turn the faintest shade of red. 

“Do you want to meet her?” 

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"Had a fun night?" You greet your boyfriend with a hug when he shows up at your door well past a reasonable hour.

You don't miss the small smile on his face when he takes off his shoes. "Actually, I did. But Yamada and Kayama were pretty insistent on meeting you." 

"You told them about me?" you respond, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. 

He nods, not quite meeting your gaze. "I think they'd like you."

"Really?" You plop down on the couch with him and stretch your legs atop his lap. 

"Yeah," He gently grazes your thigh. "They were wondering why I've been acting so differently lately."

"Like what?"

"Apparently I'm smiling more and acting nicer and" — He air quotes — “Stopped looking homeless."

You laugh. "And what did you say?"

He shrugs, “That I guess my girlfriend just makes me really happy.”

“Awww,” you pat his cheek playfully. “What’s next? You gonna tell me you’re in love with me or something?”

"Yes? I thought it was obvious?"

"What?" Your heart skips a beat at his nonchalant admission.

“Hmm?” He looks over, and seeing the evident surprise on your face makes Aizawa chuckle. "I thought I'd been making it pretty clear, but I suppose I should say it outright. Yes, I'm in love with you."

Your heart flutters at his words, a warmth spreading through you. "Well, for someone who's known for being so straightforward, you sure took your time saying that."

He brushes a strand of hair from your face and leaves a soft, lingering kiss on your temple. “I’ll say it as many times as you want to hear it, baby.”

You lean in closer, your lips almost touching his. “Alright,” you look up at him with a sleepy smile and half-lidded eyes. “I’m waiting.”

"I love you," he whispers, his voice low and tender. He places a gentle kiss on your nose. “I love you,” and then another on your cheeks…“I love you.”

He gently brushes his lips against yours, cupping your jaw so you can’t help but gaze deeply into his dark, smoky eyes before he finally closes the distance between you.

“Mhhm.” You smile, contentment washing over you like a gentle wave. "I love you, too, baby."

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⚠️A/n: short, filthy, and self indulgent. literally no plot just straight up smut. also happy late birthday Aizawa !

⚠️Cw: smut, riding, semi-public sex (in his office), degradation + praise, pwnp, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dacryphilia, afab!reader

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"yea? s'that feel good?" your voice is hushed against his warm skin, and his cock twitches at your tone.

Aizawa lets out a strangled groan beneath you, hips jerking up to meet yours. firm hands dig into your hips, struggling to pacify himself as you bounce up and down on his cock. the chair beneath you creaks from your shared weight, and your thighs squeeze tight around his waist.

"you should get back to work, sir," you tease, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "wouldn't want your students to see you like this, hm? getting fucked in your own workplace.. who would've known that Eraserhead was such a slut.."

"shut it," he hisses, burying his head in your neck, inhaling your scent. "you were the one who suggested this.. if anyones the slut its you, not me. now quiet down. fuck, i could lose my job over this..."

"that just makes it- hngh,,, all the more fun, hm?" you whisper, pressing sloppy kissess to his neck as you rock back and forth on his dick.

"fun, huh?" Aizawa purrs, pulling away and leaning back in his chair to watch you squirm in his lap.

"y-yeah, fun. you do know what that is, right old man?"

"ffuck, you've got a filthy mouth, y'know that?" Aizawa sneers, and his hands immediately grip your waist tight enough to bruise. in one swift motion, he lifts you up almost entirely off his cock- before slamming you back down and watching you moan. he keeps up the brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours until soft uh uh uh's from between your lips and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.

"someone ought to teach you some manners," he hisses, admiring the way your cunt swallows his cock with every thrust. your juices gush around him as you clench, arousal overcoming you with each roll of his hips. a calloused hand reaches between your two bodies to rub circles on your clit, and Aizawa watches with practiced composure as you begin to crumble above him.

"feels s'good sir," you slur, leaning down to bury your head in his neck as your cunt squeezes around him. "m's'close," you shiver, and Aizawa nods before pressing a kiss to your temple.

"i know baby, i know. you can last a little longer f'me, can't you?"

you nod, breathless and teary eyed as he increases his pace, hips snapping against yours impossibly harder than before. the pleasure is mind numbing, and you arch into him as your clit pulses beneath his thumb. nimble fingers continue to stroke your pearl as his free hand crawls up between your shirt to palm your bouncing breasts. he squeezes a nipple between two fingers, watching as your brow furrows in pleasure.

"p-please, 'm gonna cum, i can't hold it any longer-"

"you're going to wait, or i'll stop," his voice is threatening, and you shiver at the thought of him pulling away. Aizawa notices, he always does, and leans in to capture your lips in a filthy kiss. his demeanor switches to be more comforting, almost confescendingly so, as tears begin to form at your waterline, the pleasure becoming all too much to handle.

"c'mon, baby, doing so good f'me, just last a little longer, hm?"

you whimper, and Aizawa's cock twitches inside you. he lets out a low string of curses and his pace picks up, signifying that he's just as desperate as you are.

"c'mon, honey, we'll cum together, okay? you still with me?"

you nod, moaning desperately as he continues drilling his hard cock into your cunt. the burning pleasure in your gut is practically unbearable, and his fingers, which had momentarily paused, return to circling your clit. his ministrations push you over the edge, and he nearly growls in your ear as you cum undone.

you tighten around him like a vice as your orgasm washes over you, and Aizawa twitches inside you once, twice, three times before his own orgasm overtakes him.

"shit, fffuuck honey," his hips jerk up against yours involuntarily, and he continues thrusting for a few more seconds, prolonging both of your orgasms' until overstimulation begins to creep up on you.

"A-aizawa, s'too much!"

"you can take it," he grits his teeth, pressing you down harder against his length. his pace is unrelenting, and your eyes roll back as every nerve in your body seems to light on fire.

"hngh! can't!" you mewl, tears now streaming down your face. Aizawa groans at the sight, his cock still impossibly hard. he can't deny that your tears only turn him on more, and he thrusts into you with a new purpose- he wants to see you sobbing. of course, Aizawa wants nothing more than to comfort you and keep you safe... but your whiny voice and tear stained cheeks make his cock throb.

"aw, don't cry," he murmurs, voice low and husky. "just give me one more, yea? you can do that f'me?"

"o-okay," you mewl, already feeling the coil in your stomach tightening again.

"yea, look at you, s'good f'me, my pretty little darling," he whispers, leaning in to kiss your tear stained cheeks. "you close already?"

"mhm!" you nod frantically, nuzzling into him as he chuckles.

"go on baby, you can cum," he grunts, and you do just that. you fall apart on his cock, mewling and sobbing as pure orgasmic bliss consumes you. Aizawa comes undone at the sight of your pleasure, spurting his release deep inside you. the feeling of him filling you up only turns you on more, and you give a few more exhausted rolls of your hips before collapsing against his chest, purely exhausted.

"are you okay?" he mumbles, voice dry. he gently lifts you up from your position slumped against his chest to slowly pull out of your aching cunt. you whine at the loss, thighs trembling from overstimulation as his fat cock rests against your thighs.

"mhm, jus' tired... do you have any more shit to do?" you grumble, and Aizawa chuckles.

"i think the grading can wait for tomorrow."

you blink, looking up at him with a tired smile.

"so can we go home now?"

"i thought you'd never ask."

GRAHHHHHHHHHH HES SO FINE I NEED TO CHEW ON HIM

[nina-scribbles]

Dadzawa? more like Dilfzawa- *is shot*

+ bonus cat zooms <3

[nekoo3001]

Heavy topic.

They look so exhausted in the last chapters

[kur-ooz]

๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ - babydaddy texts with Aizawa

๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ - prt two

@cafekitsune (for dividers)

PART 2 FINALLY!!! This one didn’t take to long, but I was thinking of how to arrange it, a lot of yall are asking me to make this an smau, and I might!

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HELP AIZAWA COMFORTING ERI IS SO CUTEEEE WAAAAAAAA HES SUCH A GOOD FATHER