#it was meant to be a drabble…. why is this over 1k words 🥸

[vampireloverz]

cw/tw: established dom/sub dynamic with dom aizawa/gn! sub reader, use of “sir” as a title, pet names (baby, angel), shibari (reader receiving), safewords/safe signals mentioned but not used, reader having a bit of a meltdown at the beginning

It’s too much. Life, responsibility, dealing with stupid customers and stupid coworkers and stupid strangers— it’s too much. You can feel it, you're going to crack soon; shatter and splinter and make a bad situation worse. You carry that rotten feeling all the way home, trying your best not to cry or visibly frown until you’re alone, tucked away in bed. But, to your surprise— and delight— Aizawa is home.

Just the sight of him, in casual clothes and reading a book on your shared couch, makes you feel better. Yet also like crying again. Apparently, as you step inside and shut the door, it’s obvious.

Aizawa bookmarks the page and comes to your side, helping you set your things down before he wraps you in a hug and asks, “What’s wrong?”

You assure him you’re not hurt as you cling to him, you just feel really, really out of sorts. You’re glad that you can be vulnerable like this, that you can let him know that your skin feels too tight, that you had to hold back a scream your whole way home— you know that he won’t judge, won’t berate or belittle, he’ll take care of you.

“Shouta,” you whine into his throat, a desperate little sob bubbling up from your chest, “I need it, sir, please.”

You feel him stiffen for the briefest moment before he hums, his arms loosening around you. He palms the back of your neck, calloused fingers grasping and pulling back so you look up at him, already a little boneless and helpless in his arms.

“Go to the bedroom,” his voice comes out in a quiet rasp, it sets your heart racing, “Take off your clothes and wait for me on the bed.”

The strain is already lifting, simple commands are easy to follow, you can do what he asks. You almost vibrate out of your skin with need, sitting naked on the bed and fisting the sheets by your thighs as you wait. You can hear him in the kitchen, doing who knows what, and you’re getting impatient— the overwhelming despair is starting to crawl back in— but he pushes open the door before you can spiral.

He has a bowl in one hand and a cup in the other, water and diced fruit he tells you to eat and drink. He kisses your forehead and quickly steps into the bathroom to start the shower.

Aizawa feeds you and makes sure you drink half the glass as the water heats up, then he’s guiding you into the shower. You whine, not wanting to be alone again, but he soothes you by taking off his clothes and stepping in behind you.

He pulls you to him, your back to his chest, and you sigh, enjoying his warmth as his large hands start to run over your body, “My baby just needs some attention, is that right?”

You shiver and nod, knowing that it’s best to be honest when you’re all keyed up and needy like this, “Yes, don’t wanna think today, sir.”

He hums thoughtfully and gives the column of your neck a kiss. Your hands find his forearms, your fingers splaying out over familiar old scars and dark hair as he starts to wash you. You close your eyes and let yourself be moved as he sees fit, focusing on getting your mind as blank as possible. You focus on the sound of the water, on the texture of the washcloth, on the occasional kiss Aizawa gives you.

He quickly rinses off all the suds, bringing you back down somewhat as he says, “I don’t think you need to hurt today, do you?” you whine in response, telling him all he needs to know as he pulls you to his chest, “Just need to focus on me, nothing else. I know, baby, I know.”

You’re towel dried and back in the bedroom before you know it, sitting on the bed as Aizawa pulls something out of your toy box. He comes to stand in front of you, a length of soft black rope in his hand pulls your focus away from the dark hair across his naked chest. His free hand comes under your chin to tilt your head up with his knuckles, meeting your eyes with a soft smile on his lips.

“Tell me your word,” he says, kissing your forehead when you recite it easily, a simple reflex ingrained in both of you, “Good.”

Aizawa asks you to switch positions, so you stand as he sits behind you, unraveling the rope before he begins to tie you up. He checks in occasionally, asking if your legs and arms are comfortable, repositioning you as needed so no pins and needles crawl into your limbs. You let your mind go blank, the restrictions and tightness of the ropes webbed across your back holding your arms back makes you feel more centered in your body.

“Snap for me,” he hums as he finishes the last knot and turns you around to face him.

You obey, knowing that the simple task has two functions: reminding both of you of your nonverbal signals and double checking your circulation. Once: all good. Twice: slow down. Three times: stop.

He nods, pleased, and stands, leading you backwards then down to your knees.

“Good,” he praises, petting his hand over your head. You let your head be tilted back and he gives you a small, warm smile, “How are you now?”

“Ready… ‘m ready, sir.”

Aizawa cups your face, humming at the way you nuzzle into his palm. The pads of his fingertips graze along the curve of your cheek until they reach your lips. He parts them and pushes his fingers inside until he touches your tongue, pressing down, one-two-three, until you drop your jaw.

“Stay just like that, angel,” he says as he pulls his fingers out, your tongue lolling past your lips, “You’re doing so well.”

Your brain goes a little fuzzy at the praise and you sigh happily as he takes his cock in his hand, guiding it to your open mouth and pushing inside. He shushes your quiet noise of protest as he stretches your jaw a little uncomfortably. Nothing you can’t handle though, and he knows it.

“Shh, pretty thing, just take it.”

And you do, noticing the way it hits your throat, the weight of it on your tongue, his balls against your chin— you're glad he focused on you in the shower so he still smells like himself. You stop trying to bob your head after a minute, letting him control the pace as he gently fucks your mouth.

You ignore the way your heartbeat has moved between your legs to concentrate on hollowing your cheeks and breathing when you get the chance. He pulls out and instructs you to stick your tongue out. You obey without a second thought.

Aizawa groans, “You’re so perfect, baby, fuck—”

He takes his cock in his hand and pushes back into your mouth, just the tip resting on your tongue. You mewl around it, suckling him as he starts to jerk himself off, fucking his fist ‘til he fills your mouth with hot ropes of cum.

Your jaw drops, mouth falling open as you pant at the taste. You swallow what you can, but you don’t get to catch your breath for long, Aizawa is kneeling to kiss you before you know it. His hands reach behind you to undo the knots as you kiss, rubbing your muscles and rolling your wrists as you sigh and whimper into his mouth.

“You did so well. So perfect for me, always,” Aizawa whispers, your hands come up to clutch at him in response, a soft whine falling from your mouth.

He lays you down on the bed, double checking your arms one more time before he takes his place beside you. He nudges your jaw with his nose as one of his hands reaches between your legs. You squirm, hips rolling up with enthusiasm, you’ve been good so you accept your reward with glee.

Aizawa chuckles softly at your reaction, you know he’s not being mean, and he leaves quick kisses along your pulse before he murmurs, “Now just feel my hands on you, angel. Nothing else matters, just feel good for me.”

🤍 @bunnybokuto + @killsaki