#the aizawa files

[dorkszn]

𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚𝓨 𝓞𝓝 𝓒𝓐𝓜𝓔𝓡𝓐

𝓋ℴ𝓁. five / 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ. shouta aizawa

twitter p links ! / male & female reader ! / vol. six !

01. you’re his himbo <3 ( male reader )

02. being his favorite student ( male reader )

03. you never win your bets with him while sparring/training, sometimes he wonders if it’s just is he can fuck you stupid ( male reader )

04. he never runs out of ways to tie you up ( fem reader )

05. punishment ( fem reader )

06. he has extra energy after exercising ( male reader )

07. being a hero can be stressful, good thing sho has his favorite girl to help him out ( fem reader )

08. wait… is fucking the villain after you catch them protocol? ( male reader )

[archivedzeke]

THE CUCK ! aizawa shota

warnings ! top m! reader , dilf aizawa , nsfw , throatpie , blowjob , degrading , humiliation , dirty talk , unprotected sex , feminization terms (pussy & tits) , sir kink , cheating , cum eating , cuckhold hizashi , this shit is nasty , taunting , slapping , spit , & untouched cumming

note ! i’ll edit this some more later.

the morals of a well kept man could be broken easily when faced with the temptation of dick. someone as well kept and known to be very insensible at times , being a cheating whore.

married to his best friend hizashi yamada for almost five years , but allowing you to defile him in their shared bedroom was a new level of crazy.

“fuck hizashi! look at your husband” , you grinned and looked at the blonde whose hands were tied to the headboard of his and his husbands shared bed. his face was red with shame , pride diminished from the sight of his husband.

he’s already cum a total of two times. he’s never been pushed past three orgasms before.

aizawa’s position of no different , he was on his knees , hands behind his back as as he sucked on the thick tip of your heavy cock with a dark blush painting his pale face.

the carpet of the bedroom providing aizawa with more than enough friction to get himself off.

“he looks like he’s having a bit of trouble. my dick is a lot bigger than yours , ain’t that right shota?” , you grinned and moved your gaze from the older man on his knees to his husband on the bed. hizashi let out a pitiful groan while watching his lover , regret dimming on his brain a bit.

even so , he couldn’t help the twitch of his cock and the precum that coated his own tip. the sight was was that had his stomach contorting in pleasure. “fuck! your mouth feels so good shota!”

he let out a hum and moaned around the head. his tongue darting out to lick at the undersides of your cock , saliva and excess press leaving a shiny glow behind. he was better than he looked.

you reached up to run your fingers through his hair , false attentiveness hidden in your gaze before yanking his head back and off of your dick. aizawa let out a short noise of disappointment and pain. “n-no! please sir! give me your cock!”

hizashi’s toes curled and he moaned himself , fuck his husband looked amazing. shota has never begged for him this way , seeing him acting like a whore by the hands of someone else made him realize why it was he who suggested this.

his husbands throat was hot and wet , sucking you in like a fucking toy ready to be used. hizashi was a lucky lucky man.

“look at him hizashi! he’s such a fucking slut and i haven’t even put my cock inside his man pussy yet!” , you smacked aizawa’s face and he giggled , “open your mouth for me shota” , and he did with no hesitation.

“good boy!”, you spit in his mouth. you’ve never seen someone so stoic willing to behave this way before. it was like aizawa was a completely different man. a perfect hole to fuck around with if needed!

standing back up , you pushed your pelvis forward and moved his head along side your cock , girth sliding against his nose and mouth as he ran his tongue over the veins — eyes rolling to the back of his skull from the smell of your cock. “haah . . . mmm~ hwah”

“all you needed was some good dick to satisfy you yeah love? hubby not giving it up right hm?” , you nodded over in hizashi’s direction and aizawa’s shook his head ‘yes’ while tonguing your dick. “i know sweet thing”

you finally removed your hands and let aizawa have his way with you , you watched in certain shock as he pressed his hands against your thighs and began taking you down his throat. inch my inch , your cock had become constricted by the warm snug feeling of his throat.

“wow . . . mmm fuck! you’re just full of surprises aren’t you shota?” , hizashi panted and grunted as he came on his abdomen — chest moving up and down as his cock had become hard again within seconds. it was your turn to giggle now. “did you just cum from watching your husband deepthroat my dick hizashi”

you continued your teasing. “you’ve cum three times just from watching me fuck your husbands throat , that’s fucking sad man”

aizawa paid no mind to you teasing his lover , to busy with sucking you up like some glorified lollipop. the nasty mess falling onto the floor and coating his petty tits from how sloppy his head was. you hissed from the feeling of his nails digging into your thigh.

“n-no! nnh haah!” , hizashi shouted in discomfort.

“you’re a liar—” , your sentence was cut short once you felt aizawa’s nose pressing against your pubes , your cock finally hitting the back of his throat while what looked like hearts formed in his eyes. “I-oh god shotaa! you’re the perfect fucking ona hole for my cock. that’s all you are aren’t ya?”

hizashi’s hips wiggled on the bed and thrusted up into the air , his own length a raging red color from cumming. it hurt and the cold air wasn’t making it any better. he was sure he couldn’t.

“aww what’s the matter cuck? you can’t stop cumming from the sight of your husband being fed my cock—he’s enjoying his self”

if hizashi looked close enough he could see the living gaze you looked down at his husband with, the same look forming in man’s eyes as well. maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“i’m not even moving his head hizashi! he’s just happy to have my dick down his throat”

aizawa still jelly his hands on your thighs to steady himself , your slimy cock entering and leaving his throat with every move of his head — your pubes tickling his nose every time he took you back in.

the older man never took his eyes off you once. tears brimming in his eye line and nose flaring to get some form of air. you were just that big. little sounds leaving his throat whenever they could.

he looked a fucking mess.

“i’m cumming shota! take it all like the whore you are ok?”

he somehow managed to nod his head , jaw starting to lock from the obsessive sucking. but he didn’t stop , at the mention of cum , he moved faster. he wanted nothing more than to have it.

you tossed your head back and let feral snivel. hips moving forward as your cock beat in his throat , balls throbbing and begging for release.

the first spurt of hot cum flooded aizawa’s throat and he hiccuped , tongue hot with taste of your nut. you couldn’t help but grunt with each spit , cum staring to overflow from around your cock.

you let him stay there until his nose started to run. a sick grin painting your face as you stroked aizawa’s chin. “you did so so good! you and your husband both deserve a reward yeah?”

“y-yes sir! wanna be fucked full pl-please”

he sounded so hoarse and fucked through. you loved it more than you should’ve , hand coming up to grip his jaw and turn his head in hizashi’s direction.

“you hear that yamada. he wants his pussy fucked. looks like you’re gonna be there for a while”

𝘇𝗲𝗸𝗲𝘀𝘇𝗻𝗻™

[plusultraetc]

I know for a fact that Aizawa has said 'don't move as a group, you're not gazelles' at least once during 1-A's hero training

[mirumototsubasa]

Scans of 2 chibi-form clear files for My Hero Academia.

[keulixeutin]

Snapshot 5: Some Days (Aizawa)

a/n: nowhere to go but here. summary: the days aizawa comes home to you. cw: smut implications. no gendered pronouns used. gn!reader. wc: 240.

Whenever Aizawa makes it home from a hard patrol or a difficult day at school, when he’s covered in dirt and oil and grease or grass and chalk and ink, sometimes all he wants to do is collapse on your shared bed, no shower, no clothing change, nothing.  Just lay there until he is one with the soft blankets.  

Other days, he comes home dirty and he reaches for you, grabs for your wrist, your neck, your thighs, pulls you into the bathroom and under the shower-head where he kisses your skin, fucks you slowly and longingly, shivering under the way your lips trace his scars.  

There are other days still where he can’t wait to get home for a different reason, where he’s hot and heavy and he needs to unload, both off his shoulders and inside of you.  On those days he can’t get enough of you, can’t seem to stop breathing you in, can’t stop rutting into you even as you’ve already come undone two, four, six times, can’t seem to stop even though he’s overstimulated and burning himself—but god, just one look at you and he just wants you all over again, one whiff of you and he’s intoxicated and dizzy, and one breath of you and all he wants to is to hear and feel you muffle your cries into his shoulder, his neck, until all that’s left is spent gasps and heaving flesh.

[ao3feed-erasermic]

The Files

Use the related link post to read The Files on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60953209 by balletandbooks Non-canon-compliant with most recent publications Aizawa Shouta has a lot to catch up on when it comes to his students, after the Kamino Incident, and the new dormitories put into place. Each student is unique... beyond their quirks. While he won't be able to read it all in one night, over the first few months in the dormitories, he will have to get to know each and every one of his students, inside and out, and in typical Aizawa fashion, go above and beyond in order to help them. Words: 2713, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Todoroki Shouto, Tokoyami Fumikage, Dark Shadow (My Hero Academia), Takami Keigo | Hawks, Iida Tenya, Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Class 1-A as Family (My Hero Academia), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Deaf Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Deaf Bakugou Katsuki, Autistic Todoroki Shouto, Seizures, Depression, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Tokoyami Fumikage Acts Like a Bird, Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead Use the related link post to read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60953209

[dreamybasil]

WOAH ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY??? HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! :D

im an old man now.

[city-luvr]

TEASING THEM WHILE DRIVING | hq, jjk, & mha men *. ࿓

NSFW CONTENT － MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

they were driving and you were in the mood to tease them. so, you placed your hand on their lap, giving them a light massage. they raise a brow at the unexpected action. you thought they might remove it or squirm in their seat. instead, a smirk slowly forms on their lips.

they didn't remove your hand. the smirk on their face never left. you were about to take your arm back but they suddenly grab it. you thought they'd make you stay put, but you couldn't be more wrong. instead, they placed it higher, right where their thigh meets their hips. your palm was met by a sudden warmth in between their legs. your touch spreads fire that seeps into his skin and causes something inside their pants to grow.

"care to be a doll and help your man out?"

──⋟ ukai, oikawa, iwaizumi, tendou, semi, terushima, kenji, suna, kuroo, gojo, geto, sukuna, toji, choso, hawks, aizawa, bakugou, shoto, kai, dabi

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[shaisuki]

📌 day three: exhibitionism + aizawa shouta

aizawa keeps you at arm's length.

teacher assistant's especially you, that are much younger than him are recipes for trouble and ua, despite its reputation as the best hero school all over japan isn't strict about colleagues being in a relationship. romance is hard enough to find outside when your job demands you to nurture future heroes that will soon be the pillar the country.

he may have just judged you too soon that you are like the previous assistants that attempted to seduced his fellow teachers and him. you were like nothing of the sort. too focused on the more things that needed to be taken care of and desperate to get that reference to be put in your resumé and the experience.

and the worst of scrutinizing you is he's the one who's slowly doing the things that a teacher shouldn't have. he's having unnatural thoughts of you. no matter of keeping the things professional and doing each other's assigned work, you creep on his mind. his stares are no longer innocent and would wander. thinking how soft you must be under your clothing. the stockings doing their purpose of covering your legs but it doesn't do justice to hide the fullness of them and the blouse you wore, it was delightfully sinful. everything about you screams of domesticity.

your voice is polite as you asked him where to put the recently acquired files. in which he only responds with a gruff. pointing at the cabinet where should it be placed and his eyes known for its function to his quirk can't deny to tear away his gaze at your thick thighs doubling in size as you crouch to place it.

confined spaces isn't a place he's comfortable with. not with you besides him. quietly staring at numbers of elevator changing as it descends to get to the floor where a conference is being held. he keeps his gaze straight at the door when he can see himself in a suit. the sight of it makes him itch and he's already wanting to get back to his sleep and you will be there. waiting for him. shit. he curses to himself. the slacks are already bad news and from how tight it was, it will show. he's blatantly disrespecting you from the way he thinks about you.

“aizawa-sensei, you should keep your thoughts silent. it's loud.” you say to him and he froze. “you forgot i can read minds.” he studies your expression. you weren't angry but he can see the swirls in those eyes of yours being plagued with the lines of betrayal and worry. his words are stuck on his throat. he can only stare at you with those black irises of his.

“it's fine. you should have just told me.” you offered him a small shy smile. “aizawa-sensei, can i?” he swallows and his expression remain neutral but his elevated heartbeat tells you another story. your palming him in his trousers. his erection growing the more you touch him. “it's okay, you can touch me, too.” and he snakes his arm around you. grabbing your ass and it was wrong to casually touch you like this when it's his fault for not being able to keep it in his pants. giving up in the temptation. the form being taken by you.

he's hot in your palm. throbbing in your touch, his cock coated with your spit seems to grow more and is attentive to the ministrations you were doing. it's getting bigger, cum beading on the tip and it made happy that your sensei is lusting over you. seems like ages ago that you were a mere fangirl of the underground hero and now, he's putty in your touch.

you grasp firmly his length. assessing his reactions and when you get the huffs and his hips bucking for more friction, you squeeze his cock before pumping it with your hand. you didn't mind that you were doing it in a elevator with the risk of being caught but you love the thrill of it, however it's not the same to him. you know how he hates doing something in public and you consider it to finish your job done.

it's pulsing, the sound of shlick as you jerk him off and the small puffs of breath he's exhaling. a brief kiss is exchanged before going back for more. just a little longer. swiping the slit of his cock with your thumb and speeding up your pace and with a groan. he cums in your hand. cursing silently at the mess he made.

the elevator dings, signalling that you two have both arrived at the floor where a press conference is being held. none of you spoke a word, keeping it a secret of what happened and it leaves a dull ache to your heart that it will be probably the last but how wrong of you to say that.

“(y/n)? had you seen aizawa?” midnight asked you. “n-no.” you stammer before hiding your moan with a cough. she seems satisfied with your answer before leaving the room. twirling the pen between your fingers before a shaky moan escapes your lips. the pen falls in the cool surface as you gripped the corners of your desk.

your tugged the man's hair below your desk. feasting on your fat cunt with your creamy thighs wrapped around his head. “aizawa-sensei.” you call him. your thighs quivering, a sign of your impending orgasm and with a silent scream you came on his mouth. his face surfaces between your thighs. licking the corners of his mouth before emerging. that was close but you two didn't care. it was a new thing that was happening between too.

aizawa's more than happy. who knew he did like fucking you all over the school with a chance of being caught.

[keulixeutin]

Aizawa: I trust my class. If they say they didn’t do it, then they didn’t do it

[ Five minutes later ]

Aizawa: Alright. Which one of you did it?

[g1ucose]

warning: idiots in love

aizawa x teacher! reader

being the new UA math teacher, young and pretty. All the students love you and the way you teach and the other teachers sing praises at you for your work ethic. All the teachers, except— except shota aizawa.

shota aizawa. the quiet, mostly reclused man that never seemed to warm up to you. ever. attending the UA staff party, he didn’t even bother glance your way to greet you his low eyes focusing on nursing the alcohol in his cup instead.

when the line between sober and slightly drunk started to blur he gets familiar with you. drunken giggles fall from your lips, making his warm ones curl into a small smile. but ofcourse a small conversation doesn’t get you far with him, his upstandingly unbothered atitude still intact the following day.

you hand him a pile of papers to mark, hoping he’d atleast spare you a glance of more than two seconds but to no avail. You sigh defeated turning around to leave but you hear a squeak of the chair behind you and a suave slightly hesitant, “would you like to get drinks— after school?” his deep cool voice tickles your eardrums and you swivel around almost loosing your balance, “Oh! Yes—yeah! Of-course!” you stutter out leaning awkwardly on the table beside you. You laugh, embarrassed and he’s sweating clenching his jaw to try and find a charismatic response to woo you. “—See you later?” You ask breaking the weird atmosphere and he nods as he slowly turns away from you, his face flushed pink.

nemuri watches from behind her computer screen, rolling her eyes. now she gets why the idiot is so cold towards you. men are stupid, she concludes returning to her working of filing students mid-term grades.

[alena-draws]

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We're back for Chapter 4 of my sfw Bakudeku Comic! If you have missed the first chapters, I suggest downloading (the links for chapters 1-2 aren't updated on my posts and don't work, but you could just go back on my blog). The file linked above is too big for virus scan, but here's a slightly worse quality file which is smaller!)

A huge thank you to @mamapyjama for beta reading these chapters! And thank YOU all for sticking along or maybe deciding to drop by for a first read- comics like these take time and patience to create, and your comments have kept me motivated for all those months! <3 Now to my own comments to the pages above:

I was wondering about what to do with Shoto in this cover, and then it came to me. (this is for you SeroRoki lovers out there)

Please note Aizawa morphing into Monoma when no one is looking. (It was an accident but when I noticed it, it was too funny not to leave in)

[jesswritesthat]

Aizawa Shōta: Takoyaki

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~0.5k, fluff

Warnings: None

>>>>——————————>

Gladly you took a seat at the nearby seating area, watching as the authorities secured the area and criminals you'd recently incarcerated alongside Eraser Head.

"Are you being serious?" It was spoken in that usual deadpan tone, a hint of disapproval lacing it oh so well, Eraser crossing his arms boredly when coming to stand next to you.

Regardless you looked up at him innocently wearing that smile he knew all too well, the one that told him no matter what he claimed, he’d lose this discussion.

"You’re aware we just arrested the stall owners for smuggling."

This made you hum in acknowledgment, twirling your chopsticks between your fingers after eating one of the culinary delights.

"I am, but their Takoyaki is too good to pass up." Your casual response left the hero giving an exasperated sigh and a tilt of his head when emphasising his point like it’d change your mind at all.

"Criminals (Y/n)."

"And talented cooks Shōta." Again you justified with an upbeat tone that left him sighing at you incredulously, it didn’t deter you from your elaboration though. "They did vegetarian, ponzu, spicy..."

"Enough, I get it."

Victory. Aizawa had conceded once more, burying his face in his signature scarf and sparing a glance to law enforcement slamming the van doors closed. You however came prepared, whipping out a spare pair of chopsticks and gently tapping the ravenettes’ elbow with them.

"Want some?"

Again you received a suspicious side eye, scanning your frame and then narrowing his eyes at the cuisine.

"Fine." Reluctantly he sat beside you and accepted the sticks with a small quirk of his lips that you counted as a smile.

It was only natural that you shared the portion between you both, after trying the first takoyaki Aizawa breathed a thoughtful sigh.

“It’s not bad.”

“I mean it is bad, with the criminal activity as seasoning and all. Thanks for the assist by the way, I miss working with you on the field.”

Aizawa only ate another takoyaki to avoid commenting on your humour, but pushed the final one over to your side with his chopsticks before replying to you in a lower tone.

“It’s still my job, and working beside you is… pleasant.” Before you had the opportunity to sarcastically respond to his apathetic ‘sentiment’, you were interrupted by the officers calling over to you.

“(H/n)! Are you able accompany us for back up and to file your report on the case?”

Eraser Head pulled up his binding cloth once more and readjusted his glasses, offering you his hand and then taking the rubbish to dispose of.

“You go, I’ll see you at home (Y/n).”

“Of course, I’ll bring back more takoyaki~” Came your cheerful farewell, waving back to Shōta who only shoved a hand in his pocket after dismissive swish.

“How do you intend to do that when your chefs are currently incarcerated?” This time there was a detection of wit in his voice, a characteristic that would’ve been unnoticeable to those who didn’t know him well.

“I’m full of surprises, that’s one of the reasons why you love me right?”

“There are far more reasons above that one, I assure you.” Shōta rolled his eyes, directing his gaze to the illuminated street in order to hide his vulnerability. “Guess I’ll see if I can find something to accompany your takoyaki.”

Aizawa may not be the most expressive in terms of emotion, but had his own personal ways of showing he loved you - even if it was coming to see you on your patrol.

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[joedirtymadre]

Confession

(AIZAWA X READER) (FLUFF!) (Please send requests!!)

You walked through the halls of UA. “Wow, there are so many new facilities, way more upgrades compared to when I was attending,” you smiled as you followed Principal Nezu. “That’s correct, we’ve always tried to provide the best education and training to our students. I’m sure you remember,” he smiled as he continued to lead you to his office. “Yep, I really missed this place. America was nice, but I really missed Japan,” you smiled. “I see, well if you’re free I’d love to discuss your time in America over a cup of tea,” he said as he opened his office door. “That’s fine,” you nodded.

That was the idea, but… it quickly turned into one of Principal Nezu’s famous lectures. ‘Why am I receiving a lecture on my first day back?’ you asked yourself. The lecture was cut off by a knock on the door. “Yes?” Nezu asked. The door slowly opened, your eyes slightly widened. Across from you was Aizawa, “Oh hello Eraserhead, are those the files I asked you to prepare? Thank you for your hard work, you can place them on my desk,” Nezu said as he placed his cup of tea down. “Understood,” he nodded. 

“I’m sorry for interrupting your meeting,” he bowed slightly before placing the files on the desk. “Oh it’s no trouble, it is getting quite late isn’t it?” He asked you, and you nodded enthusiastically. Anything to get out of his lecture… “Oh, may I ask for another favor, Eraser?” Nezu asked. “Yes sir?” Aizawa replied. “Would you mind giving our new instructor a quick tour of the school?” He asked. “... Yes sir,” he hesitated. “Fantastic! Well I will send your new schedule before I leave the office today, thank you for your help,” Nezu shook your hand. 

You nodded and followed Aizawa out into the hallway. “What a bother…” you heard him mumble. “Jeez, is that any way to greet an old classmate?” you smiled softly. “Mmm… well follow me,” he said grumpily and began guiding you through the new facilities. 

“Wow there’s so many new training grounds! How exciting!” you grinned. You glanced over to Aizawa who seemed bothered to still be guiding you. “Eraser, how about we end this tour early today?” you asked. “Huh?” he asked. “Well, not to be mean, but that scowl hasn’t left your face this entire tour. And it’s sort of leaving a sour taste in my mouth,” you joked. “Hmm… well if you really want to then so be it, but before you go let’s go to one last spot,” he said softly as he guided you towards the rooftop. 

You ran out onto the roof, “I knew you were bringing me here! It’s been so long!” You smiled as you ran towards the railings. “Be careful,” he yawned. “I know, I know! Remember how many times we would sneak up here?” You laughed. “Yeah, I also remember the amount of times we had to throw Mic under the bus because he was always the reason we were caught,” he replied. “Oh wow I totally forgot! Is he here? I’d love to see him!” you smiled excitedly. “You’ll be able to see him on Monday,” he responded. “Really? How nice,” you smiled.

The three of you were pretty close throughout highschool, but… things ended awkwardly… “But… why did you bring me here? Don’t you remember what happened up here? Doesn’t being up here give you uncomfortable memories?” You asked. Thinking back to that one day.

Flashback

“Hey Aizawa! Aizawa!” you knocked on his desk, trying to wake him up. “I’m up…” he yawned as he slowly picked his head up. “Well it doesn’t seem like it, come on, you’re supposed to help clean…” you groaned as you continued placing chairs on the desks. “I’m helping,” he stifled a yawn before standing up and placing his seat onto his desk. It was a comfortable silence in the classroom before you decided to break it. “Hey, before we head home… would you mind accompanying me onto the roof?” you asked nervously. “Yeah sure,” he replied. “Really? Ok!” you said excitedly. 

After cleaning you both snuck up to the roof. You ran towards the railing. “Be careful,” he yawned. “I know, I know! Look, isn’t it so pretty today? Look at that sunset!” You grinned as you pointed towards the light orange sky. “It’s just a regular sunset,” he shrugged. “And you’re just a piece of sandpaper,” you rolled your eyes. “Whatever,” he replied. “Is that the only reason why you wanted to come up here? To see the sunset?” He asked. “W-Well… you know how we’re graduating in 2 months?” You asked. “Yeah, and?” He asked. “Well… I don’t want to leave this place regretting anything. I- There’s something I wanted to tell you before we both leave and pursue our dreams,” you said determinedly. “You mean before you head to America for that job offer?” he asked. “I still haven’t accepted that, I’m still thinking about it… but forget about that! Just… just let me worry about right now,” you said nervously as you turned to face him. 

“Ok?” He asked, confused. “Aizawa… I’ve recently- no I’ve known for a while that… well… I- I…” you stammered over your words. “What are you trying to say?” Aizawa asked. “I… Aizawa I’ve developed feelings for you, a-and I would like us t-to get to know each other more c-closely,” you said as you stared at the ground, afraid of his reaction towards your confession. “H-Huh?” He asked. “Please don’t make me repeat myself…” you felt your ears burn. I-I see… well… I’m sorry…” he trailed off. You clutched onto the hem of your blazer. “It’s f-fine! I get it!” You blurted out. “It’s just that…” he trailed off. “I said it’s fine! Don’t worry about me! Oh would you look at the time, I gotta go before I miss the last train!” you said as you grabbed your bag and raced towards the door. “(Y/N)! Wait!” You heard, but continued racing towards the stairs. 

After that day it became difficult and awkward to be around him. So you slowly separate yourself from your 2 friends. As well as accepting your offer in America.

End of Flashback

You waited for Aizawa’s reply, but he only stared back. “Well, I don’t know why you brought me here, but I’m glad you did. I always saw the best sunsets up here…” you smiled as you glanced towards the sky. “But I’ve never found a more beautiful sunset compared to that one day,” you laughed as you turned towards Aizawa. Noticing he stepped closer towards you.

“Not planning to push me off the roof are you?” You laughed. “What?” He let out a surprised chuckle. “Well you’re not saying anything, is this you getting revenge for making things awkward?” You joked. “No,” he shook his head. “Just thought it was a pretty sunset today,” He said softly. “It is,” you smiled. “And don’t worry Aiza- I mean Eraserhead, I’ll make sure to always keep things professional between us. Don’t worry about the past,” you said. “Well… there’s something I have to tell you,” he replied. “Don’t tell me you already reported me to HR,” you laughed. “Jeez… you’re still the same old jokester aren’t you?” He asked as he scratched the back of his head. “Guilty,” you smiled as you leaned against the railing. 

“Anyways… there was something important that I wanted to tell you,” he said softly. “Yes?” You asked. “Well…” He mumbled off as he slightly stiffened. “What was that? You mumbled off,” you replied as you cupped your ear. You noticed he took a few steps closer, you felt your smile tighten. A bit nervous from the close distance between you two. “Well, let me phrase this in a way you’ll understand me instantly,” he let out a deep breath. “I’ve developed feelings for you (Y/N), and I would like us to get to know each other more closely,” he said as he stared into your eyes. You immediately felt your ears burn, “W-What?” You asked as you tried to take a step back, but was met with the railing. 

“...Please don’t make me repeat myself,” he said awkwardly. “That’s not funny, making fun of a young girl’s words,” you narrowed your eyes as you clutched onto the railing. “(Y/N), I’m serious,” he said as he took another step closer. “A-Aza- I mean Easer, stop messing with me…” you blushed as you leaned farther back onto the railing. “(Y/N),” he said softly. “I s-should go-” your eyes widened as you noticed yourself falling over the rails. “Crap!” you heard him shout. You were about to catch yourself, but was met with a scarf wrapping around you. Pulling you back onto the roof, you were then met with a sturdy chest. You stared at Aizawa as he slowly caught his breath from the sudden action. 

“I thought I told you to be careful,” he said. “I-I know… I just…” you moved your eyes towards the ground. “(Y/N),” he called out as you felt a hand on your chin, causing you to face him. “I like you, I’ve always liked you…” he said. “B-But you…” you trailed off. “I did that, so you wouldn’t miss out on going to America. I’d kick myself if I were so selfish to make you stay here just because of me…” he explained. “You… rejected me so I wouldn’t refuse the offer?” You widen your eyes. “You always talked about traveling, and wanting to go meet more heroes outside of Japan. What were you going to do if I accepted your confession back then?” He asked. “I-I was planning to… to stay. I wanted to be with you…” you blushed. “You see, I didn’t want to be the reason why you didn’t complete one of your dreams,” he said softly. 

“I-I’m sorry Aizawa, I just assumed…” you trailed off. “It’s fine, but what I said was true. Do you accept my confession?” He smiled softly. “Of course I do!” you grinned as you pounced on him. “You’re way too excited,” he chuckled softly. “Aren’t you?” You asked. “Yeah… I am,” he said as he stared back into your eyes. You bit your lip nervously, before closing the distance between you. 

Thank goodness you accepted the offer from UA.

[doumadono]

hiii!!

hope it's okay if i request a little something for sinful sunday (i'm 19)

would it be okay to ask for dumbification kink with aizawa?

thank you anyway!

SINFUL SUNDAY

The room echoes with nothing but your sweet moans and Shota's heavy breaths, well, if you discount the occasional creaking of a wooden desk, wet noises and the enticing sound of skin slapping against skin.

The ceaseless clinking of his leather belt buckle coaxes forth a weighty sob from the depths of your throat, a blend of lust and despair intertwining. The anticipation in your belly unravels at a leisurely pace, and the looming orgasms skulk back into their corners, denied their moment of reckoning yet.

"Love, come on," your endeavor to pull Shota closer is abruptly thwarted. "H-Harder."

Aizawa's rhythmic thrusts into your dripping core momentarily erase any grasp on how limbs and words function. Instead, he intertwines his fingers with yours, directing your hands back beneath his grasp, once again pinning them above your head as they were just moments ago. "Apologies, love," his snicker drips with wicked delight, "but this time, you're not the one setting any rules here."

Even in your half-defunct state of senses, you sense the man leaning over you, your leg draped over his shoulder feeling the stretch of his movement – and then he pauses as he reaches his intended destination. A sharp nip to your earlobe clears the fog, and as his tongue glides over the tingling skin, a ragged mewl escapes you. "S-Shota!"

"You're familiar with the rules, baby," Shota purrs into your ear, his silky voice contrasting sharply with your disheveled state. He remains nestled in the crook of your neck, thrusting harder into your dripping core at a new angle. Pulling you into a fervent kiss, he licks into your mouth with unbridled lust. "I'm in charge. Your only job is to sing for me. Just the way I like it the most. That's it, kitten."

Aizawa gazes into your bewildered eyes, a smile so sweet and angelic that, for a moment, you almost buy into the idea that he's about to make things smoother for you, especially as he releases your arms.

Frantically, you search for something to grasp onto, an opportunity to seize control, to set the pace — but your autonomy is short-lived.

A hefty glob of saliva makes a precise landing on your swollen clitoris, followed by the nimble, skillful fingers of your husband working the drool around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"O-Ooooo," your lips form a perfect "O" as you cast a gaze up at Shota with teary eyes; a solitary tear makes its way down your flushed cheek, landing on your naked breast.

"You brought this upon yourself, didn't you," Shota coos into the air, delivering a few playful slaps to your slicky folds, followed by an indulgent rubbing that elicits an arch in your back toward him. "My little, naive girl didn't think things through, hmmm? What did you expect when you sauntered in here in that skimpy skirt, tempting fate by presenting your beautiful ass while filing documents into a cabinet, hmm? I've had a taxing day, dealing with class 1-A for just an hour, and I needed a release for the accumulated stress. And what better way to do that than fucking with my stunning wife?" The black-haired man mused.

You're itching to protest, to inform him that he could exercise more self-control and that you didn't intentionally provoke this.

However, as he resumes relentlessly pounding your throbbing and drenched pussy, hoisting both your legs over his muscular shoulders, and murmuring about your brainlessness for him, your comebacks meet an untimely demise. All you can manage is to nod along with the intensity of his thrusts, fervently moaning, "m-more, mo-more, moooore, p-please, p-please, p-please, Shota."

Aizawa's momentum doesn't show any signs of slowing down, a primal rhythm that vividly illustrates the depth of his own arousal. Shota thrusts into you with precision, a raw hunger guiding every move. His robust arm envelops your thighs as you plant your heels atop his shoulders, and Shota tenderly glides his calloused hand up and down the plush, warm skin, squeezing wherever he pleases, urging your legs closer to his chest adorned with a long-sleeved, black shirt. With each forceful thrust, with every instance his rock-solid cock glides against your tender, spongy walls, his midnight-black, tousled locks cascade onto his forehead, a few damp strands clinging to his temples.

With a final cry, your orgasm crashes over you, a powerful force that brings forth unintentional tears. "O-Oh! Shota! Yes!"

Shota relentlessly pursues his own climax, the tight grip of your pussy on his member leaving him little room for endurance. He only relents when he's completely spent, his cum erupting deep in your warmth. Soon, the man's leaning forward to press a little kiss to your forehead.

You both are panting, and you're left undeniably senseless.

"I never asked for this, you little devil," you playfully scold the man, earning a small snort from him.

"Mhm, yeah, sure, I'll believe you, kitten. We both know well you're the one with the insatiable desires in our marriage."

Your mouth drops open with a loud gasp, a frown appearing on your forehead as he assists you off his desk, handing you your clothes. "Excuse me, Shota, you're just making things up now. You're the needy one. If you weren't, we wouldn't have… done that… now, in the teachers' lounge…"

He helps you get dressed and presentable again, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "It doesn't matter, kitten. Thank you for helping me ease the stress down."