#hands thighs belly and uhm etc

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[pearlzier]

⇅﹕🍳.ᐟ﹕⪩ carmen berzatto x fem!reader ⪨﹒%

pairing : carmen berzatto x fem!reader

summary : when he doesn't want to use his words, he finds his hands can do the talking for him.

word count : 1,211

tags: the bear, jeremy allen white, fluff, tad suggestive, carmen berzatto, carmy berzatto,

a/n: this is my first time posting any writing on here so uhm tiny bit afraid but i've been in carmy brainrot after binging the bear again and i jus wanted to write something for my manz 😭 likes, reblogs etc appreciate lolz.

carmen didn't miss the way you flinched as the cold metal of his ring pressed against the soft flesh of your tummy, a small, faint smile playing on his lips. he placed his palm flat onto your skin, his large hand cupping it gently whilst he leant on his side against the bed. the mattress dipped a tad from his weight being imposed onto it, however his eyes remained on you all the same.

and vice versa, your eyes meeting with his as you lay back on the bed. it was quiet, the soft sounds of both of your breathing being the only sound occupying the space. in any other circumstance, your silence would be awkward. uncomfortable. however, for the two of you, it's comfortable.

carmen traces his finger down your navel, his index gently prodding the soft skin. his cerulean eyes lift back to yours when he sees the little shift in your weight, and how you grip the bedding a little tighter instinctively. “i've got you,” he says quietly, tone full of warmth, but low with reassurance. his thumb traces over your belly button and he sighs softly, just admiring you.

the man isn't one for words, no, and what he doesn't say, he usually conveys within his touches. he holds you so gently, touches you so lightly. you are precious. he could never dream of hurting you.

it was actually a tiny bit overwhelming for you to have someone who adored you so much. like, how can one person have that much attention? you didn't know how to process it sometimes but by god, did carmen want to prove it to you. with every little swoop of his fingers across your delicate skin, a little flurry of butterflies pranced around in your tummy.

“what're you doin’?” you finally asked, gaze fixed onto the curly haired man nuzzling into your body, his nose pressed into your thigh. you, thought you wouldn't actually get a response from how he was very comfortably lying against you, hands tracing over your body.

“enjoying you,” carmen said very simply, shifting his weight onto his stomach. he noted how warm you were compared to his cold hands, and how you didn't even flinch as he placed his hands over you. “how're you so warm, baby?” he sighed, revelling in the fact you were his own personal heater.

in your case, your boyfriend was a literal ice cube. like freakishly cold. he had plenty of sweaters and stuff, sure, but you were putting better use to them than he was. “why are you so cold, carm?” your indignant voice came, a little muffled by your little yawn, eyes flickering back to your phone. “like, please, wear a fuckin’ hoodie.”

“not when i got you,” carmen retorted as he slid his hands over your thighs, squeezing the flesh gently. you liked how touchy he was, in an intimate way. he was just so enamoured with you and your body, and he wanted to feel it on him at all times. he was a man posessed.

you couldn't deny it was so endearing, this bear of a man latching on like you were a tree in the forest. his large hands grabbing at the meat of your thigh and him nuzzling into it. “like a pillow,” he muttered, planting his head into your thighs. “best fuckin’ pillow, i swear.” his hands latched onto you, squeezing and fondling as best as he could. you were pretty used to his touches, to be totally honest. and he adored giving them.

especially when you threaded your fingers into your hair like you were now, a low grunt slipping past his lips as he lifted his eyes up to yours, looking at you through his lashes. a faint blush dusted his cheeks and you couldn't help but smile, a bashful, boyish smile gracing your boyfriend's lips.

“someone a little shy?” you teased, gently tugging his pretty curls as his plump lips parted, and he gently shook his head with a chuckle.

“says you,” he mumbled quietly, brows quirking upwards. he saw the cheeky expression on your face, you looking pretty self-satisfied, and he decided you needed to be knocked down a peg.

“carm!” you exclaimed softly, a giggle slipping past your lips when you feel a slow bite onto your thigh. he pulls back a little, a little smirk on his lips. “i'm not a chew toy,” carmen would say otherwise, but he decided to let you protest for a little. he traced his tongue over the little mark on your thigh, eyes locked onto yours as he did so. he was like a little puppy, very content in nibbling on you.

he nuzzled his head into your thighs again, biting at the meat of your thigh and leaving various marks, kissing and sucking at the exposed skin he had available whilst you wore your shorts. it was a weird sensation for you, you realised, but a welcome one all the same. the little self-satisfied smirk on his face when he poked his head back up from your legs was pretty worth it though. “how,” he began, propping himself up above you. his weight pressed into you a little, him slotting his thigh between yours so he was comfortable. “are you so soft? what fuckin’ moisturiser are you usin’?”

he was such a dork, you thought. he was your dork, however, and he nuzzled his head into your neck carefully, sighing softly as he slid his hands down your body again. you'd never been taken care of so well by someone in your life, and carmen was more than happy to fulfill that role for you. the man's hands settled onto your hips, tugging you closer to him as he inadvertently pinned you to the bed. “you moisturise, honey?” he teased, pressing kisses down your collarbone as he smiled, fingertips ghosting your sides, causing you to burst out laughing. “what'd you use? wanna tell your secrets, angel?”

you couldn't help the cackles that slipped past your lips as he tickled you. “carm, get off!” he definitely refused, continuing to tickle you mercilessly. he giggled, smiling up at you.

“i wanna know!” carmen insisted, rolling his eyes. he smiled at how defenseless you were, before a grunt slipped past his lips and his eyes widened the moment he felt your weight suddenly come onto him, and he was the one pressed against the bed. “oh,” he breathed out, eyes meeting yours.

“ha!” the smirk on your lips had him grinning from ear to ear, and he resisted the urge to continue tickling you, like he really could've. but you were so happy with your victory that he really couldn't have taken it away from you.

so he simply leant back, folding his arms behind his head so he could look up at you, content with the feeling of you ontop of him. and you liked it too, having managed to pin him down like he'd done previously. a little smile played on your lips, and you barely resisted the urge to bury your head into his chest to hide yourself. but when you were about to cave, shifting your weight, he spoke:

“so, what do you use to moisturise?” the little shit.

[elliesflwrgirl]

cw, smut, no plot rlly, switch!ellie, switch!reader, thigh riding, fingering (r receiving), some dirty talk, pet names (pretty girl, baby, etc.)

summary: ur ellie’s best friend, which u guys r totally in a homoerotic friendship, which leads to more.

if u enjoy this pls like and reblog!! love u.

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she strummed the guitar in front of you as you watched in awe, a soft smile on your lips. ellie had been playing for hours on her bed, a small notepad in front of her as she wrote chords down that she liked. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t stare at her fingers as she changed chords, a soft sparking lighting in your stomach as she strummed the guitar. she’d glance up at you every couple of minutes to see you admiring her. this time you’d been staring at her hands a little too long, getting lost in the things they could do to you. your cheeks felt hot and you were utterly lost as you imagined her hands all over you.

ellie glanced up and saw your cheeks red, a soft smile graced her lips. “you okay, baby?” she hummed softly and you quickly nod. “oh, yeah, i’m all good. keep playing, els.” you nod your head and watch as ellie’s hands go up and down the neck of the guitar. she knew you’d been staring at her hands, that’s what made her want to play for hours and hours in front of you. she liked the way you looked at her, like you wanted her. though this time was different, the way you were looking at her was different. it made her feel different than all the other times. this time she felt something each time she’d see you gawking at her hands. she knew it was weird to look at her best friend like this, and she knew she had to address this weird feeling at some point. but she could hardly think when you stared at her like that.

you hummed along to the guitar and she suddenly stopped, making you frown slightly. “why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” she asks suddenly and you furrowed your brows. “like what?” you ask as your cheeks burn. you knew exactly how you were looking at her. like you wanted to fuck her. you didn’t know it was obvious though, and now the embarrassment hit you like a freight train.

“i didn’t mean to look at you weird, i’m sorry—“ you start to stand off the bed and ellie shakes her head, grabbing your wrists. “hey, hey, i never said it was weird. i just wanted to know why you were staring at me like you wanted to fuck me,” she laughed and as your face dropped she realized her joke hit right on the nail. her hands around your wrists suddenly burned into your skin and she was hyper aware of the way you felt under her fingertips.

“uhm,” she cleared her throat as she stared up at you and you stared down at her. “ellie…” you whispered as a way to beg for forgiveness but to her it made that knot in her belly twist and grow. she wanted you, and now she knew you wanted her. at least right now.

her face inched towards yours and you let a gasp leave your lips and the corners of her lips quirked up into a soft grin. she pressed her lips against yours and you let out a sigh of relief. she tugs you forward and slides her hands into your hair, sighing against your lips. “do you have any idea how much i’ve wanted this?” she whispers against your lips. you whimper in response, “i could say the same.” this earned a grin from ellie. “yeah?” she hummed as she pulled you closer.

she pushed you to lay onto the bed, never disconnecting your lips from hers. this all felt so good she thought she might be dreaming, and she didn’t wanna let go of this. she nudged her knee between your legs, brushing her thigh up against your clothed center. a soft moan escaped your lips and ellie muffled it with a kiss. she pulls away slightly, “you’ve gotta be quiet if we’re gonna do this, okay? you’ve gotta be a good girl for me and stay quiet.” you nodded your head as you remembered that ellie has roommates.

she roams her hands down your sides, squeezing and feeling everything she can. she slips her hands under your tee shirt, humming softly as she feels you under her. she slips her hands under your waistband, earning a soft whimper from you. “this okay?” she asks softly and you nod your head. she slips her hand into your underwear running her fingers over your slit. “god, you’re soaking wet. you get this wet just watching me play? how fucking pathetic.” she mutters into your lips as you moan quietly.

she pushes a finger past your folds, gently rubbing circles over your clit. your nipples hardened at the feeling, you had never needed anyone as bad as you needed her right now. “fuck, ellie you feels so good—“ you whimper and she nods softly, “i know pretty girl, tell me what you want.” you whine softly grinding your hips against her hand and she chuckles lightly, “so needy, why don’t you tell me what you want so i can fuck you, hm?” she teased again

she knew you were too shy to ask, you’d talked about sex with her before. she knew what you liked, which made this all so heavenly. “god ellie please just fuck me.” you breathe and she shakes her head, “ask nicely.” she added pressure to your clit and teased your entrance. you clenched around nothing and you whined quietly. “please ellie, please fuck me.” she clicked her tongue, “i think you can do better for me, pretty girl, don’t you think?” she slipped just the tip of her middle finger into you and you whimpered her name softly.

“please els, i need it so bad. want you so bad. please.” and just like that she pushed her finger into you, quickly adding a second finger as you moaned, suddenly not giving a single fuck if any of her roommates heard you. her hand flew to your mouth, “quiet baby, we don’t want them knowing i’m fucking my best friend, do we?” she teases and curls her fingers into you, hitting that spongy spot inside of you. you moan loudly into her hand and she softly grinds her hips against your thigh as she fucks her fingers into you.

feeling her grind her cunt against you had you edging closer to coming. she pulls her hands away from your mouth, as she whimpers softly. watching her eyes roll back was something that sent you into utter orbit. she was like a lewd painting that you couldn’t look away from. her fingers thrusted in and out of you as you bit your lip hard, trying to stay quiet. you whimpered and whined as her fingers pumped in and out of you. “fuck, you ride me so well,” you mumble in between whimpers and her cheeks flush.

“does my dirty girl like praise?” you hummed and she circled her thumb over your clit, causing you to toss your head back. “fucking me so good, els.” you whimper softly and she grinds harder against you. even if she wasn’t willing to admit it, she loved the way you praised her. you clamped your legs shut as you felt your orgasm building and ellie moaning into her arm as she rode your thigh.

“‘m gonna cum” you moan softly and she nods her head, “cum on my fingers, pretty girl.” she hums, urging you to cum. you whine as you toss your head back. “cum with me.” you whine and she nods softly, leaning down and whimpering into your neck. “i’m so close, you feel so good.” she moans softly.

together you both come undone, moaning and whimpering. she rolls off of you and pulls you into her chest. kissing your head, she’d thought about this moment for a long time. she looked down at you, pushing some stray hairs out of your face. “you’re so pretty, you know that?” she hums softly and you blush. “els..” you smile and bury your head into her chest. she giggles softly, “my pretty girl.”

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[comelicute1214-blog]

[EREMIKA AU] BABY MAMA MIKA

word count : 1.7k

warning : Daddy Kink, Boobs kink, Pregnancy kink, Blow job, car sex, etc.

Summary : just a story about mikasa wanting to do ‘that’ with her bf in their car. shortly, baby mama mika wants to be pampered by her bf.

Mikasa in her 29 weeks pregnancy now, her belly is getting bigger. They just had a routine check-up today, the doctor said that their baby was healthy and strong. This makes Eren grateful, because the people he loves are in good health. although sometimes his girlfriend is very spoiled and uhm a little difficult for him if she asks for something.

Like this time, Eren silently leaked Mikasa's pitiful face. They are on their way home.

"Y..you.. what do you want?" asked Eren cautiously.

"Baby wants to meet his Daddy" Mikasa looked down shyly.

If only Eren was still a pervert. He must have immediately pressed Mikasa and buried his cock in Mikasa's cunt. right now. But with his pregnant girlfriend now, he had to think twice about doing that.

"B..but it's dangerous princess" Eren tried to refuse.

"But I'm already 7 months pregnant Babe, the doctor has also allowed it" Mikasa started to frown

"But-"

Mikasa looks like she wants to cry

"Baby? Please dont.-" this is what Eren hates, he can't refuse his girlfriend's wish if she cries like this.

"You don't love me and our baby anymore."

"Hh? No! It's not that baby... Fuck-"

Seeing Mikasa who was already heading towards the car window, she tried to hide her tears.

"Okay okay, Daddy will greet the baby" said Eren finally. How could he refuse when he saw his girlfriend's tears?

"Is that true?" Mikasa brightened again.

"Yes Baby, but later in our apartment, okay?"

Mikasa shook her head hard, her eyes ready to shed another tear.

"Fuck- Alright"

"Thank you Daddy" Mikasa replied in a childlike voice.

Eren looked at Mikasa's naked body leaning against the passenger seat without blinking. They were still on their way to the apartment when suddenly Mikasa asked for 'do that' on the way. eren parked his car on the quiet street. His eyes could not be separated from the beauty of his girlfriend's body. Mikasa who has soft white skin like a baby and swollen boobs, looks at him sensually. Don't forget the swollen belly because she's pregnant with his child. Right. His child.

Eren looked at him intensely and then lowered his head. His lips then kissed that swollen belly and then rose up, until his face was facing the clearly exposed boobs.

"Do you have milk here?"

"Why don't you try ah-" that girl didn't continue her words when Eren gently squeezed her boobs and sucked her left nipple into his warm mouth.

"Ahh-" Mikasa closed her eyes, enjoying every touch the man in the seat beside her gave to her.

he's actually really wanted to ride his girlfriend as soon as possible, but seeing  Mikasa's big belly he had to think again if he didn't want to hurt his child.

Eren sucked hard on Mikasa's nipple. he was licking and biting gently on each side creating a kissmark on his girlfriend's plump chest. His hand, which was still actively squeezing her boobs, moved down her big belly and rubbed it affectionately. Eren's warm tongue wet Mikasa's big boobs making it full of saliva. he looked at Mikasa's facial expression then gently caressed her boobs, kissed her nipples and sucked passionately, his eyes stared seductively at her  then sucked hard.

"Ohh Daddy-" Mikasa let out a long groan. His hands wrapped around Eren's head, pressing it against her breasts so that their bodies were closer together.

"I can't wait for the milk to come out from here" Eren pressed the nipple repeatedly. Mikasa kept moaning loudly.

Mikasa lifted her head as Eren's hot tongue moved up her neck.

Her legs opened wide as Eren's long fingers tickled her inner thighs then headed for her pussy slit.

"Daddy please-" he moaned uncontrollably.

Eren's long fingers fumbled in and then poked in and out of regular vaginal openings making the girl reflexively stare at him and groan loudly.

"Aah! Eren Huh!" Mikasa groaned as she added one finger into the hole of heaven.

"Who told you to call my name princess?" Eren teased Mikasa even more. He moved his fingers back and forth in her pussy slit.

"Daddy!" She squeezed the Eren's messy long hair.

"Ahh~" Mikasa's moans got louder as Eren added another finger down there. Eren's three fingers were under there, shuffling the holes evenly and quickly. It made Mikasa crazy, she groaned with pleasure, his eyes filled with a great mist of lust.

"Ouhh Emm-" mikasa moans stopped when Eren kiss her lips. he pulverized and sucked Mikasa's lower and upper lip parts passionately without stopping the movement of his three fingers in Mikasa's slit..

He couldn't control himself when his beautiful girlfriend teased him by asking to make love to him like this. in the car.

The sound of the click of saliva is the accompaniment of their hot activities. Sweat was pouring from their bodies. There was a loud plop as Eren released the hot link of their lips. Without slowing down the tempo of his hand movements down there, he gently wiped the sweat around Mikasa's pretty face. Eren buried his head in her neck, sucking it gently and leaving a new kissmark there.

"Daddy! Please! it's coming!" Eren really likes Mikasa like this. Shouting his name 'Daddy' out loud and then hugging him tightly, her moans that she will soon have an orgasm makes his cock which is still tightly wrapped in there whine to be released immediately.

Eren was frustrated by their uncomfortable position. His eyes then looked at Mikasa's face which was red and sweaty.

"Ah~"

He stared intently at his girlfriend's tired face who had just had an orgasm then pulled out her fingers that had been churning Mikasa's vaginal opening. then he put his three fingers in his mouth, licking the liquid sensually.

"It tastes so good baby"

Mikasa's face blushed.

Eren wiped the sweat off Mikasa's face again, "tired?" The question that immediately got an answer from Mikasa's head shake

Mikasa pulled the long fingers that Eren had licked, entered her tiny mouth, lick and sucked them. Enjoying her boyfriend's saliva and also the remnants of her own liquid.

Seeing that, Eren couldn't hold it anymore, he took Mikasa to the back seat, then quickly unbuttoned his shirt and zippered his pants, until a hand stopped his movement when he was about to lower his black boxers.

"Let me Daddy" Mikasa sensually pulled down Eren's panties.

Eren leaned against the car door with his eyes closed, Mikasa's head go up and down his crotch making his brain go crazy. That girl put his big-fat-long-thick-veined cock into her warm mouth, she sucked it slowly trying to seduce Eren. Eren growl and soft hiss sounded, he really enjoyed Mikasa's take care his cock.

"Baby, stop right now" Eren tried to lift Mikasa's head, he really didn't want to come out now.

Mikasa shook her head, she brushed away Eren's hand that was trying to release her mouth but she didn't that big lollipop out of her mouth yet.

Mikasa kissed the abbreviation of the head of the penis that appeared wet and red.

"Get on top of me Baby!" Eren's orders.

she's sat on Eren thight.

"Ugh... Shhh" she moaned at the same time as Eren's big cock fit perfectly into her pussy.

"You're so tight baby, so tight"

Mikasa buried her head on Eren's neck, she didn't move and tried to adjust to the big and long thing in her pussy. Eren felt the soft kisses and sucks on his neck.

"Move Baby" Eren told with great lust in his head.

Mikasa started moving in regulary. she really knows how to make the man below her growl greatly. Without letting go of her red lips that still carved the mark on her boyfriend's shoulder, she pushed her up and down as Eren also helped her move.

"Baby, thats too fast.." Eren woke him up then moved Mikasa's hips with both hands. he doesn't want anything to happen to their child.

Mikasa thought he slowed down the in-out tempo then look into Eren's green forest eyes. she smiled satisfiedly. she intentionally tightened her pussy. making Eren forgetting what he said earlier. secondly he puts it on the swollen boobs, squeezes it gently then and gives it firmly.

Their bodies were drenched in sweat, as if the coolant in the car was of no use at all.

"It's coming again Daddy! It's coming!” Mikasa tightly hugged him. Her in-out movement quickened as she felt it was coming, but a strong hand held her brutal movements back in order.

"Don't, love... Our baby.. gonna hurt inside"

"Daddy!!!" and Mikasa has her another orgasm.

Mikasa's breath hitched. Her boobs heaving up and down erotically. Flashes of sweat make boobs look very sexy because of sweat. Eren immediately hugged his girlfriend who was slumped limply on his shoulder, then his hand quickly grabbed one of the boobs, twisting and sucking her nipples with his lips. he think himself has Boobs kink now.

Eren released his mouth from boobs as he felt Mikasa had had enough of her post-orgasm. He then squeezed the boobs again. He's stared at her with passion.

"Put your ass up Baby," he said in a deep voice. Mikasa did it, although it was difficult because of her big belly, but Eren helped her.

And at that moment Eren immediately inserted his cock again.

"Aahh" Mikasa groaned as the big cock bump into her pussy again. Right on her G-spot.

"You're so wet baby"

the Moans and growls flowed lovely from their lips. Eren rides her very slow and regular tempo but is so deep and full of feelings.

“Oh yes Daddy, there, right there!” Mikasa could feel the tip of the cock hitting her deepest point again.

"Here baby?" asked her husband deepening the thrust.

"Yeahhh... Ughh"

After a while, Eren quickened his tempo. Mikasa shook her head and bit her fingers, she couldn't hold back the pleasure when Eren hit hard right in her G-spot repeatedly..

"Oh, I wanna come Daddy."

"Wait for me baby, Fucking wait for me"

"Oh Daddy"

"Uhhhh... OH FUCK-"

They reached orgasm together, without letting go of his cock, Eren pulled Mikasa's body into his arms, hugging her from behind. He kissed Mikasa's shoulder and neck, and his hands gently and gently caressed the pregnant belly, as if apologizing to their child.

"He's fine Eren"

"I love you guys.." Eren kissed mikasa's forehead softy.

"We love you too Daddy" mikasa replies with a tired smile.

...

tag : @emdarkfics​

[prettyboykatsuki]

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speakeasy | s. aizawa 

➳ tags ;; dirty talk, smut, fem!reader, aizawa being a menace, mirror sex?, readers wearing a dress, the word violate ?, petnames like good girl, praise kink, fingering etc. 

➳ wc ;; 1.6k

➳ a/n ;; well-spoken men make my brain empty n my kitty wet dslkfjskdf hi mr. aizawa sir.. i like u 

➳ plot ;; aizawa likes to talk you through everything, even filthy mirror sex

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Aizawa is clasically well-spoken. 

He used to get made fun of for it when he was younger - especially in high school where his formal speech felt out of place for his age. The older he gets, the more attractive the quality becomes. He speaks so smoothly - doesn’t stutter when he talks at all. It’s always slow, concise, and to the point. 

The content of what he says matches his tone of voice well. Aizawa is a conversationalist almost by nature. Despite how quiet he is upon meeting him for the first time, if the subject interests - he could harp on about it for hours and hours. He’s just as eager to hear you respond, loves adding to your ideas and building a concept up until it reaches the ceiling.

He’s knowledgeable too. Unsurprisingly, he reads a lot. But he also has a bad habit of deep diving into obscure things. He knows a lot about how clothes are made and the way honeybees fly. He’s a natural at the retention of information - of both the important and unimportant kind. Aizawa makes habit of these things - the ability to speak and communicate anything he wants. 

His vocabulary is vast as seven seas and his voice is pleasant to listen to - a raspy baritone, low in his throat. You could listen to him talk all day. 

The problem only lies with how Aizawa likes to use his voice. Selective by nature, it can’t help but feel purposeful whenever he talks to you this way. You can almost feel the hum of his throat, how it gets. With his hand placed so carefully between your legs - all you can hear is that deep chuckle that he likes to. 

Aizawa is uncharacteristically built. His body is all muscle, and you can feel it against your back as he holds you this chest. Your legs are spread apart over his - seated comfortably in his lap as your being exposed. It doesn’t help that you can’t see him, can only listen to the way he speaks to you. 

His voice is warm as it ghosts the nape of your neck - it smells like spearmint and coffee and sleep. His tongue smooths over the side, sharp teeth sinking into soft flesh as a hand rests your thigh. He massages your legs with a hum - and you squirm at his overbearing presence. 

“You look beautiful today” 

The compliment is well-meaning. You nod absently at it. You dressed up for this date with no expectations, masking your surprise is proving difficult. It’s like he senses it.  

“Why’re you so nervous, love?” 

“You’re.. hands are uhm..” 

He pauses, a free hand settling right at your belly. His knuckles brush over lace panties with a crooked yet lazy grin. You can feel it against your clit. It throbs with anticipation and desire. A wetness forms between your legs, drips like a broken faucet with repetition. You shift your weight around, feeling his cock in the small of your back. 

“My hands? What about them?” 

You want to say something, anything  really but you come up blank. His finger slides underneath the cotton barrier, snaps it against your sex a few times - amused. A little whimper carries through you as his fingers get closer and closer. The mirror in front of you is a terrible reminder of everything. The way Aizawa has you spread apart, the way his tired eyes glaze over your body. Your nipples are stiff underneath your dress - when he pulls the fabric to bunch underneath your tits you yelp. His thumb and forefinger are tender against your nipples as he pinches and twists them. 

All you can see is yourself and him over your shoulder, onxy black locks pulled up out of his vision. 

“Do you not like where my hands are touching you?” 

You moan, soft and sweet as he plays with your tits, shaking your head. It’s a losing game - you’re sure of it. 

‘N-no - ‘s just a lot” 

“That’s good, that’s good. It’d be unreasonable if you dressed like this and told me not to touch you, don’t you think?” 

And you want to respond back about something with bodily autonomy, something coherent and cohesive. But your body is running feverishly high and your mind feels blank. When your dress gets pulled up past your hips, bunching at the top of your thighs - you lose sight of your control. You want to squeeze your eyes closed, embarrassed by the graphic image of his hand. He pulls your panties back - lets it rub between your folds until your slick makes a mess of the light fabric. 

“Shouta, ngh,” 

“I haven’t even touched you yet but you’re drenched,” 

Aizawas hands are strong, pretty too - they look like they fit in your panties just right. His fingers brush the circle of nerves till your back arches, a piercing wave of pleasure that has you crying out his name. Such a small touch is enough to send you reeling as the beginnings of on orgasm snap in your gut. 

It feels like your skin is firing off, blazing heat encompassing you. His fingers are thick as they stretch your hole out, first one then another. He pumps two fingers in your cunt, scissoring it until he feels the tension of the stretch around them. Your insides feels soft against his touch, molded to the shape of his careful hands as your entire body throbs for his touch. Your pussy feels like it’s weeping and your eyes feel hazy. You can see yourself, bearing witness to the way he violates your cunt with ease. 

“Look at your cunt taking me in so good, right there in the mirror, my love” 

And he’s right, you know he is - you can see it with your eyes half-lidded. But your body craves more, even as an orgasm feels like it’s right there. You know you can’t reach it without getting what you need and Aizawa knows that too. You whimper soft in your throat, clenching around his fingers as you whine. It’s good but not good enough - has you grinding your hips back for more. 

“Shouta..” 

Your voice trails off and he smiles at you, chin tucked over your shoulder. 

“Hm? What is it” 

You whine, screwing your eyes closed as he goes faster and faster. You can feel yourself gush around his hands, orgasm impending but not quite there. You hiccup 

“Sho, please” 

“Please what, baby? Use your words and tell me what you want - I can’t read your mind after all,” 

You could argue that he could - that he can right now with how his cock keeps twitching in his pants at the way you moan so shamelessly. Your legs trap his hand as you squeeze them shut - almost crushing his wrist but not being strong enough. Emabrassment drowns your senses. 

“Your cock, Sho -  please” 

His laughter is smug, almost sarcastic. 

“So greedy. You want me to split you apart on it just like this? I didn’t stretch you out yet, arent you afraid I’ll break your pretty little pussy in half?” ― you can feel him push his pants down his thighs as he hoists your hips up with one leg. Suddenly his cock is sitting between your legs, brushing up against your swollen pussy ― “or is that what you wanted in the first me? For me to break you open?” 

The tip throbs right against your clit, sending electricity through you. And you’re begging him again to fuck you. His hand rests on your belly, loving and tender, as the head nudges against your hole. 

“Keep your eyes on it or no cumming, got it?” 

You exhale a shaky breath of confirmation, hear ricocheting against your ribs. And you watch like he asks - watch the way your whole stretches open and tries to accommodate his size. Watch as he penetrates you inch by inch, thick and hard and hot until you feel him against your cervix. Aizawa’s never been particularly big but the way he fills you up makes you think otherwise.

“Does it feel good?” 

You know the question is rhetorical with the way he bounces you on his dick - the smug grin on his face as your expression becomes messy. Skin covered with a sheer of sweet, tits bouncing, feet  kicking as he lifts you by your hips and fucks into you. You can still see yourself in the mirror being taken and it makes everything feel more sweet. 

Delirium is the only thing you can feel as he fucks up into, brushing your cervix with a spare hand on your clit. Pleasure is overbearing emotion, burning a hole in your stomach as heat licks at your calves. You can feel him so fucking deep you can barely breathe. His whispered sweet nothings only add fuel to the fire. Aizawa’s jsut got that voice  - that tone that makes each word of praise go straight to your core. You’re half dressed and getting fucked so hard you feel it in your lungs but all you can hear is Aizawa groaning “good girl” against the shell of your ear. 

“You’re ― shit, haah ― clenching down on me so tight. Are you gonna cum, hm? Gonna cum all over my cock, like a good girl? So fucking pretty aren’t you?” 

Your orgasm knocks into you full force as his words fill your empty head. Convulsing, your spine arches you cum hard and fast all over his cock - still full to the brim. You twitch as you ride it out, slow thrusts making you mewl as he kisses the crown of your head. 

Aizawa hums, soft and low 

“I haven’t finished yet so you’ll have to bear with me. I’m sure you can take it though, right?” 

And you nod your head, thighs trembling. You’re sure with how he speaks to you, Aizawa could convince you of anything at all. 

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