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freywrites1928 · 1 year

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Aizawa x Student Fanfic || (student is 18)

TW: student teacher relationship, smut

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Part One:

“Oh, yes! Right there!” I moan out as his tongue sweeps expertly over my sensitive clit.

“You like that, huh?” His deep voice whispers over my core. “You’re so wet for me, and just from a few licks. What a little slut.”

With that, he brings up his hand, looks me in the eye with a dark expression, and inserts two long fingers as he continues his work on my clit.

“Mmh, fuck…” I hum as I keep my eyes on the gorgeous man between my legs.

“Yeah, that’s right. Keep your eyes on me, I want to see your face as you come undone from just my fingers and tongue.”

He begins to pump his fingers faster, in and out, in and out, curling them slightly so they brush against my g-spot with every pass. He keeps his eye contact as he brings his thumb up to aid in his assault of my clit.

“Oh, yes. Yes! I’m so close!” I manage out as I try to maintain our eye contact.

“Yes, that’s a good girl. Cum for me darling. Cum all over my fingers and tongue like the good little slut you are.”

“Yes. I’ll cum for you, please don’t stop! Right there! Yes. Yes!”

“OW!” I’m suddenly jolted awake as I feel a slight sting on my forehead. “Did you just flick me?” I look over to see the purple haired menace grinning back at me.

“Well yeah, I had to. I tried calling your name a few times, but you wouldn’t wake up. We’re almost there.” Shinsou points out the window.

I look over him, and sure enough, our bus is driving down the dirt road that took us to the annual camping grounds. Man, I really don’t feel like enduring this camp for a whole week. And boy, am I pissed right now at Toshi and his shit ass grin for waking me up from such a beautiful dream,

“Ouch!” He yelps as I suddenly flick him right back on his forehead. “Jeesh, would you rather I have let you continue moaning like that for the entire bus to hear?”

“Yes, actually I would. You couldn’t have just waited 3 more seconds?” I try to angerly whisper yell at him, but it came out as more of a laugh. His grin spread again and soon we’re both laughing like school children. With an over dramatic sigh, I lean over to rest my head onto the shoulder of my best friend. We are silent for a few moments, looking out the window.

“So, was it me in the dream? Because you know, I could sneak into your tent one of the… Ouch!” He yelps as I once again flick him on his forehead. “If you continue to do that, you’ll leave a mark!”

“Good, you deserve it.” I state as I lean back onto his shoulder. Strong, muscular but not too bulky. I look at my friend. He’s handsome, well built, and we get alone great (which I can’t say about most people I interact with.) And not to mention, we can relate to each other’s struggles that come with the burden of having mind based quirks. All this put together, and it was only natural that we sought out a relationship that was more than just basic friendship. Though, we both agreed from our first time together that it would only be friends with benefits and nothing more.

At first, I was skeptical because anytime you hear about a friends with benefits situation, it always turns messy. Not with us though. I find it almost strange, our friendship has remained the same and neither of us have caught romantic feelings or have gotten jealous or anything. We are truly just best friends who help each other out when we get horny or need physical comfort. Or at least, we were that way.

After our last hook up, about a month ago now, I told Toshi it was the last time. Of course he rolled his eyes, because I always say that when I get crush on someone. The way I figure it, even if we aren’t bothered by that sort of thing, most other people aren’t going to go for a girl who’s sleeping with someone else. Usually, the crush I have goes no where since I don’t ever actually talk to the person I’m crushing on, so it fades, and I’m right back to Toshi’s bed.

Not this time though. It’s been a month, and I’m still firm on my resolve, because this crush is definitely not going anywhere anytime soon. I can tell Toshi’s getting a bit frustrated. He acts calm and cool all the time, but he’s really just an awkward dope who also has trouble connecting with other people. As a result of that, he doesn’t know how to approach people in a ‘seducing’ type of way so now he’s bordering on sexually frustrated. Since I’m not there to help him out, he doesn’t know what to do. I find it funny. Him, not so much.

My head is still resting on the purple haired boy’s shoulder, as the bus continues to rumble along the road, passing by the beautiful forest scenery. I look into his eyes a moment, since that’s all the time I need to activate my quirk.

I immediately regret it.

“Oh my god!” Why are you thinking about that at such a peaceful moment!” I whisper yell as I pull out of Toshi’s mind. “I was sitting here reflecting on our wonderful friendship, and you’re over here thinking about the time you tied me up with your binding cloth! You pervert!” I shove his shoulder to emphasize my disgust.

“Hey now!” Toshi retorts. “You were the one having a sex dream and moaning right next to my ear just minutes ago. What do you expect! I am a guy after all.” He tries his best to look innocent but his mischievous eyes and slowly emerging grin ruins it. “And besides, I’m not convinced your dream wasn’t about me, so I’m not doing anything wrong.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You’re so full of yourself.” I say as a lightly punch him in the shoulder, earning me a real smile from him in return. “But, you should know, it really wasn’t about you.”

“Oh yeah Mia, then who was it about this time?” Toshi grins and raises his eyebrow at me, but the smirk I give him wipes his face blank. “Nope, never mind. I do not want to know.” He looks back out the window.

“Oh, but you were so eager to find out a second ago Toshi!” I taunt as I lean over and whisper in his ear. Just then the bus comes to a halt as we’ve finally arrived at the campground.

“No, I wasn’t that curious. You can keep it to yourself.” He nervously states trying to avoid looking at me.

The door of the bus opens and we see someone walk on to address the students.

“Calm down now.” A deep, tired sounding voice sounds through the bus. “Gather all your things. Everyone from all classes are going to meet in front of the main operations building.”

Toshi is still not looking at me as I lean over and whisper in his ear yet again. “You mean you don’t want me to tell you that person in my dream, the one that made me moan so hard even while sleeping…” Toshi finally looks over at me in what can only be described as agonizing despair and slight disgust. I look up towards the front of the bus, and Toshi follows my gaze, and we see him staring at us both. “…was your favorite mentor…” Toshi shakes his head trying to make the image that is no doubt forming go away as I proceed to smirk at the rough, dark haired man at the front of the bus. “…Aizawa sensei.”

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kleftiko · 1 year

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❦ TITS, ASS, OR THIGHS?

cw: mature, fem!reader

JJK VERSION | BLACK CLOVER VERSION

—shigaraki

hardcore tits man. big tits? squeeze them into a tube top. medium? push up bra galore so they can sandwich his face. tiny? your nipples through a small tee has him DROOLING. man just loves himself some tits. wants to suck on them like the mommy issues man he is.

—hawks

ass is his favourite pillow. i know because of his wings, he probably sleeps on his stomach—so ass pillow. easy. aside from that? tight dresses. you’re going out? he’s standing behind you like a bodyguard to scare off everyone and waiting for you to back your ass up into him when you dance.

—aizawa

thigh highs and a skirt are the perfect frame for the art that is your legs. garters? lace? fuck it just have those pretty things squeezing the life out of his head. he would die a happy, happy man. he wants his fingers digging into them when he drives too, slowly going higher.

—dabi

smacks your ass like a drum. doesn’t even look up when you scold him for hurting you, just admires the jiggle. leaves bite marks when you fuck too. i mentioned before that his favourite position is doggy and i was RIGHT. shameless pervert too, just loves ass.

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keigos-wings · 11 months

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aizawa is too pretty to eat pussy. the sight ALONE would kill you.

just making eye contact with him while he hikes your legs over his shoulders would have you six feet under.

he’d eat you out like a man starved, and he’d do it all while looking up at you through thick eyelashes; ripping orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re so sensitive it hurts. he’d take pity on you for a moment; untangling himself from your limbs, letting you believe you’ve earned a rest.

but he is an evil, evil man.

he’d slip two fingers into your cunt, chuckling darkly to himself all the while, and he’d pump them mercilessly.

that man wouldn’t stop until you’re crying and begging for mercy.

god, just the THOUGHT of it is enough to send you to the grave.

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sandiaarts · 1 year

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bonkwrites · 1 year

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Baby

Warnings: PIV, afab!reader, slight dom!Aizawa, slight sub!reader, a little bit of uniform kink, some choking, overstim, dirty talk, begging, praise, breeding, wanting a baby.

Relationship: Shota Aizawa x wife!reader

Shota thinks you're irresistible. He knows you think lowly of yourself, that sometimes you get up in your own head about your body, your personality, your skills… people have put you down, hurt you, but never him. Shota doesn't care if he spends his whole life making you realize you're the best woman on planet earth, he'd do it all over again.

It's your anniversary tonight. During the day, it's work. You're subbing for Mic in English, his gorgeous wife drilling vocabulary and grammar into their heads until their brains hurt. He sits with you at lunch, watches you eat the lunch he made for you while you laugh at his jokes. You play with your necklace, dragging the pendant up and down the chain, and Shota might sound like a degenerate when he says this but… seeing you in your teaching uniform really does something for him.

He's thought about before, why he always thought you looked so good while teaching, and he wants to think it's because you're in your element, teaching the kids, doing something you love, but in reality it's because your teaching clothes involve form-fitting clothing and not your normal sweatpants and big shirt combo. He thinks that's sexy too but seeing you in a button down… in a skirt and a short heel… wearing earrings and makeup? He's been thinking about dragging you to the supply closet on the fourth floor, the one isolated from the rest of the school, and hiking your skirt up like the dirty man you've turned him into.

"Shota? Baby?" You regard him with a confused look in your eye and you giggle when he makes eye contact, "you okay?"

"Of course," Shota replies, "just.. thinking about tonight."

"I'm so excited to go out," you smile across at him, excited to finally get to dress up and go out, "it's gonna be so fun, we haven't been out in forever and I-"

Shota fully admits to losing focus on what you're talking about, staring at you as you talk about your dress for tonight while a happy smile on your face. He's lost for words, truly, he's fucking speechless and all you're doing is talking about how happy you are to get to go out again.

You've talked to him about kids before, but he's thinking tonight has to be the night. He reaches across the table and holds your free hand, thumb rubbing across the back of your hand. You smile at him sweetly and keep talking.

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"This place is fancy," you whisper across at him, glancing around at the tables and decor of the restaurant. Shota takes a sip of his red wine, your hand in his on the table. He smirks.

"Only the best for you, sweetheart," he replies. You blush but roll your eyes. Shota knows you would have been happy with takeout on the couch but you shine when he treats you like this, like a princess, like you deserve.

An impulsive thought pierces through his mind, the image of what you'll look like later, bent over on the bed, his chest pressed to your back, his hands pinning yours to the mattress. He knows you like it slow, like to feel every inch of him, and he can almost hear the sounds you'll make.

"You're…" You start to say something but then you stop yourself, rolling your eyes again and running your hand through your hair nervously. Shota likes watching you squirm when he compliments you.

Sometimes it's like you're a new couple again, blushing at every compliment, holding hands and smiling to yourselves.

"What am I?" Shota fixes you with a sharp stare. You bite your lip and avoid his gaze, legs crossing under the table.

"Fuck off," you mumble. The waiter approaches, main course in hand, and tops off your wine before he leaves.

You eat, the squirming dying off after a while, and once dessert is done you're both heading home. Shota pays, walks out with you, and of course he opens your door for you. He gets you home, riding you up the whole drive with his hand on your thigh. Your hands grip his arm, leaned into him the whole ride.

"Shota," you whine at some point, his fingers digging into your inner thighs, you're about ten minutes from home, "Wh-What do you think your doing?"

"Having fun, sweetheart. Don't act like you don't like it," Shota's fingers dip in and his cock twitches in his pants when he finds out you're wearing lace, "I can feel how much you do."

You whimper, legs spread open under the skirt of your dress. You grip onto the door and take it, face hidden away from him, as he rubs your clit through your panties. God, the way he wants to make you beg for it.

He doesn't let you cum, not in the car, and you tighten your legs, rubbing your thighs together to try and ease the ache. Shota feels your mouth, hot and wet, wrap around the tips of his fingers and lick them clean. You know what you do to him, of course you do.

He's been so unbelievably horny all day, from the second he woke up and saw you dressed in your substitute teacher uniform, from when you bent down and kissed him and wished him a happy anniversary, baby. He pins you to the door of your bedroom, he can't stop, he needs you, his mind swims with every sound you make.

"God, oh god," you gasp, hands in his hair, neck leaned to the side to give him more room in marking you. His hands grip you tightly, pull you against him.

"Please," your lips move against his when you talk, "please put a baby in me, please,"

"Can I put a baby in you? Tonight?" He thinks he feels your knees go a little weak when he speaks. You nod and kiss him, heart beating so hard he can feel it in your hands where they touch him. Your touch burns his skin, sets it all on fire through his suit jacket and button down.

Shota turns you around from the door, his hands searching for your zipper on the back of your dress and then your dress is on the floor. Shota's eyes are still closed, he's kissing you after all, but when his hands make contact with the lace he pulls away and opens them to look at you.

It's all black and red lace, not an inch of support, made just to be taken off. It's like is painted onto you with how it hugs your skin. You sit down on the bed and wiggle off the panties as he pulls his suit jacket off. You watch him undo the buttons of his shirt, eyes following his hands down… until his shirt is open and he's taking off his belt. Your hands skim over your nipples through the lace of the bra. Shota's in a trance, watching you, he can't take his eyes off you, can't believe he got such a perfect fucking wife.

He nearly reached for the bedside drawer in his haze, looking for a condom, before he remembers what he's doing. Naked, he crawls between your open legs, and you gasp when you feel his cock slide between your folds. Your hands reach for his, he takes them and pins them above your head.

"S-Shota-" you whimper, "please fuck me."

"Let me take care of you, yeah?" Shota whispers in your ear. You nod, breath shaking. "Good girl."

"You want it?" He takes himself in his hand and pushes in just the tip, you nod and spread your legs farther, moaning at the feeling.

"P-Please-!" You cry out, "I-I need it, I need you,"

Shota watched the way your face crumbles with pleasure when he sinks himself into you slowly, inch-by-fucking-inch. He groans when he finally bottoms out, your hips twitching. You wrap your legs around his waist, hold him there, as you lift your hips and fuck yourself on his cock.

"That's it, baby," Shota moans, "use it."

"Fuck," you curse, back arched, hands fighting to break free. You're just as pent up as he is, you’ve been just as horny as him all day, you had to be. Shota releases your hands and grips your hips, he helps you along, until you’re reaching for his shoulders and pulling him down over you.

“Sh-Shota- oh god,” you sob, back arching, a hand snaked between you to touch yourself, “please don’t stop,”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” his voice is deep, growling, and he can feel you cumming around him. You slap your hands to his back, dig your nails in, and Shota groans as pain mixes with pleasure.

“Good girl, give it to me,” he whispers, one hand moving to tweak your nipple through rough lace. You gasp, cry out his name, and arch your back impossibly higher. Shota slows his hips down, he doesn’t want to cum so soon, so quickly, and the way your thighs shake when he gives it to you slow like this makes him go crazy.

“M-move me?” you ask, voice high and weak. Shota rakes his eyes up and down every inch of skin he can see, he holds your hips still for you, and considers moving you to your stomach.

“P-” you take a deep breath, bat your eyelashes up at him, “please?”

“Fuck,” he groans, hands tightening on your hips before he pulls out and moves you onto your chest. You get up on your knees and arch your back, presented to him like a goddamn present. He puts his hands on your ass, kneading the skin there, and you gasp at his touch.

“Fuck, baby, you look so fucking good right now,” Shota groans when you arch your back farther in response.

“Fuck me.” you whimper. Who is he to deny his wife when she asks him so nicely? Shota guides himself in, slow, and watches the way your body relaxes and just takes him in.

“It’s like you’re made for me,” Shota says as he leans over you to gather your hair up in his hand. He tugs, gentle, and your neck bends back to leave you gasping and gripping at the sheets.

“I-I was,” you moan, clenching around him, “I w-was made for- for you,”

“Damn right you were,” he growls, taking your hip in his free hand and finally starting to fuck you. He snaps his hips, thrusts hard and slow, and relishes in the way it makes you sound. You were fucking made to take it, you had to be.

“Take it,” he demands, as if you could do anything else, and you sob his name, “fucking take it,”

“Y-Yes, sir,” you whimper. Shota feels like his whole body is on fire, chasing his orgasm, losing his fucking mind. He raises a hand to spank you just to hear the way you cry out. When he lets your hair go you collapse onto the bed and fuck yourself back on him.

“Fuck, fuck, shit, baby,” Shota groans out every curse word he can think of as he buries himself deep inside you and cums. You gasp, legs spread wider, back arched lower, gasping for air. Shota lets you come down, he can feel your heartbeat through your back where it’s pressed to his chest, before he reaches beneath you and takes your throat in his hand and grinds his hips.

“Cum again,” the hand not wrapped around your throat touches your clit and you shake, “cum one more time around my cock, sweetheart,”

“Shota!” you sob, oversensitive. Shota’s just as sensitive as you are but he’s putting a baby in you tonight and he’s going to make sure it sticks.

“I-I can’t,” you sob, “p-please, I can’t,”

But your breaths are already coming out faster, you’re already pulsing around him. Held under him like this, pinned like this, you’ve got nowhere to go and no way to fight back. He could make you cum five, six, seven more times before he lets you go. His cock, spent and sensitive, twitches at the image his brain brings up for him.

“One more, baby, that’s it,” he encourages, lips by your ear, “good girl, gimme one more,”

You scream, absolutely scream his name, and he feels the way your whole body gives into your orgasm. Shota stays there but he pulls his fingers away from your clit. You pant, thighs still shaking, and when he pulls out you don’t move. He reaches for a towel in the laundry basket and helps you turn over. He presses kisses to your cheeks, your lips, until you’re giggling and pulling him down to cuddle with you.

“Love you,” you whisper against his chest. Shota holds you tighter.

“Love you, too, baby.” he replies. He rubs slow circles on your shoulder and wishes silently for a baby.

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starryskyzx · 7 months

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ೃ⁀➷ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑 * ੈ✩‧₊˚

➼ 𝙗𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

✦ 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿!𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗮 𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝘅 𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

✦ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿, 𝗮𝗶𝘇𝗮𝘄𝗮, 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 “𝘁𝘂𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴” 𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁.

✦ 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝗯𝗶𝗺𝗯𝗼𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝘂𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁-𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿, 𝗺𝘂𝗳𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗻𝗶𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝗲𝘅𝗰 (𝗹𝗺𝗸)

✦ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 𝟭.𝟮𝗸

✦ 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗸𝗲𝘆, 𝗶 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀𝗳. 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗼𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝟰 𝗺𝗲!!

The lecture hall was empty aside from Professor Aizawa and you, who was sitting on his lap. You grinded your damp, pink panties across the print poking at you through the fabric of your professor’s dress pants. You knew in your head this was wrong, but whenever you saw someone good-looking, no matter who it was, you’d automatically turn into a horny mess.

“You listening, y/n?” he asked smoothly, pretending his dick wasn’t hardened up waiting to feel the warmth of your walls around it. “Sorry, guess I’m distracted” you mumbled, batting your false eyelashes, pretending to be some innocent girl despite your mini skirt riding up your legs.

There was an open book plopped on his desk, along with a few pieces of paper, and some writing utensils too. This “study session” was going well, but as time went on, you became more eager to learn more about what was in your professor’s pants rather than the actual lesson.

“We can’t have that can we?” he whispered into your ear, lifting up your skirt, leaving it sitting loose around your waist. “Needa get your mind off of work for a while?”

You nodded, gently closing the book, scooting it over to the side incase you two went a little crazy and needed more room. “Can you take these off for me, sweetie?” he said, using his index finger to tug on the elastic of your panties before reaching to pull your tight little crop top over your head. “Mhm” you purred, slipping your panties to your ankles leaving them hanging next to your heels.

You felt a a slender hand pushing you against the desk, arching your back into a good position. Biting your lip, you prepared yourself for the feeling of Professer Aizawa’s cock rubbing against your entrance the way you imagined all those days in class before.

As you heard a pants zipper unzip from behind you, your face heated up and your heart began to race. His cold hand gripped your left tit, squeezing your pierced nipple in between his index finger and his middle finger. It took a moment for your body temperature to adjust to his, but right as you thought things had leveled out, you felt the tip of his veiny dick split between your folds and penetrate your pussy.

“Fuck!~” you moaned, vocalizing your pleasure a little too loud, forgetting this was taking place in a classroom. “Quiet, baby” Aizawa soothed, slowly inching the rest of his girthy cock into your wet cunt.

You instinctively nodded, trying ever so hard to hold back any sort of whimper or wail as your pussy loosened to adjust to the girth and length of his dick rubbing against your walls.

You closed your eyes, enjoying his initial slow thrusts. They were languid and affectionate, only leaving a slut like you desperate for more. You bucked your hips and attempted to inch yourself further down onto his cock.

“You want more, sweetie? Think you can take it?”

Whether you thought your cunt could swallow all of his length or not, a quick “Yes-” rolled off your tongue, followed by “Just fuck me please~”.

Aizawa quickly rammed the rest of his cock inside you, unknowingly slamming against your g-spot, leaving you disheveled, aching for the tip of his dick to strike your sweet spot again, at a more frenzied pace.

You stopped leaning on the desk and decided to brace yourself on your professor’s thighs, giving you a good balance. As Professor Aizawa pumped his cock in and out of your pussy, grunting as he played with your nipples, you began to bounce on his dick, using one of your hands to stretch yourself open even wider.

“If you keep wearing slutty clothes like this, you wont be the only one distracted in my class you know” he teased, gripping your waist and slamming every inch of him into you all at once.

“Mhm-“ you stammered unable to find words to appropriately reply to his banter. Your head jerked as the force of a hand tugging your hair pulled you backwards. “Are you listening, Ms. l/n?”

Your cunt tightened on his cock as if it we’re trying to influence his body to continue moving. His tip applied pressure to your g-spot as he sat there, waiting for you to reply.

“Yes, sir- Listening-“ you cooed, lying through your teeth, simply trying get him to fuck you unapologetically rough, leaving you out of breath. “Promise if I fuck you good, you’ll do better in my class?” he taunted, slowly moving himself within your body.

A needy “Promise~” fell from your lips on impulse, bringing tears to your eyes knowing you couldn’t yell as loud as you wanted to. A sense of hopelessness washed over you, as you could feel every part of your body begging to touched. However, it was then your professor stood up from his chair and bent you over, now pinning you to the desk in the exact same spot you cleared room for earlier.

A gasp tried to come out of your mouth due to the sudden movement, but Aizawa had already placed his hand over your mouth and began brutally pounding your cunt. “This what it take for girls like you to pass my class? Getting used like a cumslut?”

A set of muffled moans filled the room, as the will power you had to hold any noises back had disappeared the moment his pace had picked up. Tears began to roll down your face as your pleasure reached it’s peak and your body attempted run from the cock you’d been begging for all this time.

Your hand grasped at the air and you pleaded into the hand of your professor, as his length caused you to paint his dick white and drip cum onto the pants hanging around his ankles.

The euphoric feeling of your walls clenching down on his dick, lead to your mascara running down your cheek. A few grunts and groans came out his mouth before he quickly removed himself from your cunt, leaving you feeling relieved, but empty and ready for more.

Professor Aizawa gave himself a few pumps before releasing his nut onto your back, leaving some residue on the mini skirt he had pulled upon your waist. You layed there catching your breath as he reached down and pulled your panties up for you, redressing you with your shirt and cum covered skirt as well.

Eventually, you sat up and Professor Aizawa pulled you close to his face. Taking his thumb, he wiped away your running mascara, before moving his hand to your chin, placing a small kiss on your forehead. “When you go home make sure you study, baby. Mkay?” he whispered gently, as if he were a completely different person than the one that was corrupting you, making you cry tears of pleasure just moments before.

You replied with a small, sinless “kay~” before grabbing your purse that was set aside and limping your way towards the exit of the building. However, little did your professor know, instead of studying when you got home, you simply began planning out an even sluttier outfit for tomorrow in hopes that maybe he’d see you again and you two could start a nightly routine of hooking up together for the rest of that term.

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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♡︎𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚♡︎

Day 20 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: he's woken up with a delightful surprise.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help, ily!

348 words.

It's not the first time you've woken up before Shouta. It's also not the first time you've woken up horny and in need of his touch. But this is the first time you've acted on it.

He's joked before about you waking him up with a blowjob, but he's never pressured you for it, but that makes it all the more enticing.

You've been thinking on it for the past half hour while he sleeps peacefully beside you. He's consented, and you know for sure he would be delighted to wake up to this, so why not?

He's already half naked from a long night of fucking, but somehow you're still not satisfied, and you find yourself licking at his flaccid cock which you had slipped out of the confines of his boxer briefs.

Your hot, wet tongue trails up to his head and sucks there, and you pay no mind to the taste of him because thankfully, and contrary to popular belief, your husband does actually take pride in his hygiene.

Every shift of his body is monitored by your watchful eye as you wait for him to awaken, but even as his hips start to rock forward, his eyes still remain scruched shut and his body lax.

Slowly, you part from him, watching with a delighted smirk as his dick twitches, mourning the loss of your warmth, the head a desperate red.

Your pussy clenches around nothing as you manoeuvre on top of him, lowering yourself down and guiding yourself onto his waiting cock, and just like that, Shouta is woken by the intense warmth engulfing him whole and the weight on top of him.

An unhinged groan forces itself past his throat as he tilts his head back, hands instinctively shooting to caress the smooth, squishy skin of your hips. His rough fingers prod at your inner thighs, stroking along the wetness that rolls down to meet his pelvis, and he sighs contentedly at your excitement all while he thumbs your stretch marks to show them every bit of love they deserve.

"Good morning, baby~"

◃ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 ▹

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crimsonkenjii-writes · 1 year

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Morning Sex • Aizawa Shota

cw: afab!reader, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, mostly just fluffy morning sex

a/n: I went into mha not thinking I wasn’t gonna fall for anyone and now here I am with Aizawa living rent free in my mind….. dang it.

NSFW • MDNI

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Aizawa’s face was buried in the nape of your neck, his soft breaths fanning over your skin as his arms held you tight against his own body. You let out a soft exhale as you slowly started to wake up. Your eyes lazily looking at the clock on the nightstand. 6:30 am. Just a little bit before Aizawa’s alarm typically went off to start getting ready for his job. You sighed again and closed your eyes, wanting to relax in bed just a little longer. Your arm reaches down to place on top of his. Your fingertips gently caressing his skin. Aizawa mumbled as his body shifted in bed, a deep sigh leaving him and causing goosebumps to rise up on the back of your neck.

“Up before me, that’s rare…” He let out tiredly, his voice deep and gruff.

“Barely, I’m still tired.” You smile to yourself, feeling Aizawa’s arms tighten around you. He places a soft kiss onto your neck.

“I got to start getting ready soon…” he grumbled out, his eyes still closed as he spoke, not fully ready to start the day. He let out another groan and sigh as he shifted more in the bed, lifting himself with his arm to hover above you. His eyes barely open as he looked down at you. His long hair a mess and curtaining his face. He bends down and gives you lingering kiss on your lips.

“I want to do it real quick before I have to go…” he mutters out with his deep voice. You smile at him, your hand holding onto his forearm.

“Really?”

Aizawa nods and bends back down to place another kiss on your lips, this one feeling more eager.

“Really…” he says against your lips.

His hand comes up to hold the side of your face, his lips coming back onto yours as his tongue licking your bottom lip. You allow him access and you both groan into the kiss. Your hands now snaking around his neck and your fingers tangling into his hair. Aizawa’s other hand feeling down your side and gripping onto your hip. His lips part from yours and he trails his kisses down to your neck, nipping gently at your skin. His hand on your face slides down to the bottom of your shirt before sliding underneath and reaching up for your breast. Holding the plush flesh in his hand and giving a gentle squeeze. The hand on your hip hooking around the waistband of your pants and pulling them down. You lift your hips to easily slide them off as your own hands slide up Aizawa’s toned stomach. His lips now on your collarbones and his hand slowly slides in between your thighs. His fingertips gently entering your wet folds. He hums in delight,

“Already wet?” He teases with a small smile.

“I was sleeping next to you, what did you expect?” You tease back, earning a wider smile from the black haired man.

Your hands make their way down to the waistband of his sweats and briefs, fingers eagerly pulling down the clothing. His already hard cock springing out as you both pushed the clothing off. His hands pulling your shirt off over you and discarded it on the floor with the rest of the clothing. His lust filled eyes scan your naked form. Muttering out about how perfect you looked to him. His hand moves down to his length, pumping it a few times in his hand before lining himself up to you. You spread your legs to give him better access.

Aizawa pushes himself in, a soft groan leaving his throat and a soft whine leaving yours. He moves his hips at a lazy pace, letting out softs pants and groans, his forehead pressed against yours. One hand on your thigh, fingertips dipping into your flesh and the other’s forearm pressing into the mattress with his hand on the top of your head. Fingers tangled in your hair that he lightly tugged on. You move your legs up, wrapping them around his waist and your arms wrapped around him, nails grazing the skin on his back.

“More…” you whimper out, moving your hips to feel more friction.

Aizawa starts to rut a little faster and harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin starting to fill the room. Your moans and whines getting just a bit louder too. Aizawa sucks in air through his teeth and lets out a groan. Your plush walls squeezing against his cock making his body shudder. He continued to rock his hips against yours, buried deep inside you with small yet harsh thrusts. The hand on your thigh sliding down, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing soft circles. You let out a gasp and your nails dig deeper into his back.

“Ah, Shota, there, don’t stop!” You moan out. Aizawa groans out, feeling you clench harder around his cock. He could feel more heat pooling in the base of his stomach, his whole body going rigid as he continued his pace. Hips hitting against yours as you arched your back and let out louder moans.

“Close, I’m close, fuck…” you moan out against Aizawa.

“Me too, just a little more…” he groans out, his thrusts becoming a little more sloppy and brisk.

Your walls squeeze Aizawa as you let out a loud moan, your climax washing over you and your legs trembling around his waist. Aizawa thrusts into you a few more times before he’s coming undone with you. His hands holding you tighter and he lets out a deep groan from his throat, his voice still deep and husky from sleep.

You both pant heavily as Aizawa bends down to give you another kiss on the lips. Slowly pulling out of you as you whimper at the feeling, still sensitive from your orgasm. As if on queue, Aizawa’s alarm blares loudly. He lets out a sigh and reaches above you to shut the alarm off.

“Time to get ready…” he groans, pressing his lips against yours again, reluctant to leave you for the day.

#he’s got long black hair likes cats and is grumpy man with an actual heart of gold #that’s my type #i didn’t stand a chance against him #aizawa smut #aizawa shota x reader #mha fanfiction #mha x reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x y/n #aizawa shota x you

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eatmekaneki · 5 months

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Classroom Quickie

Smut•almost caught•established relationship•boyfriend!aizawa

Aizawa likes to stare at your ass as you let him fuck you from behind.

While he’s seated in his teachers desk with furrowed brows looking over homework assignments on lunch break.. you’ve texted him that you’ve come in to bring him something to eat, and a lunch you’ve made as well!

You’re wearing a skirt with nothing underneath it and once he notices he moans out and quickly covers his mouth looking around panicked.

“I locked the door silly.” You giggled cutely, getting on your knees and undoing his pants.

He nervously leaned back, but relaxed once you took his full length into your hand and gave it a few gentle pumps.

He shuddered at the feeling, he always loved the way your hands felt on him, nothing got him harder than you.

After you teased him like this for quite a bit he grabbed your wrist and threw it away from his length.

“Get on me already, lunch will be over soon.” He grunted.

You quickly stood up and turned around facing away from him, lowering yourself down onto his lap.

Even as soaked as you were, there was a tight squeeze due to his size. Aizawa sucked in a sharp breath and muttered a small ‘fuck baby…’

You didn’t want to go all the way down onto him yet, but he grabbed you by your hips and pulled you against him fully.

Your face contorted in pain and pleasure. He looked at you to check if it was okay, and you nodded with a smile.

“That’s my girl.” He purred at you, before putting a hand firmly on your back and pressing you forward so he could get a better view of his dick going in and out of you. He set the pace making you bounce on his lap.

He was hitting you in all the right places and your moans were starting to get louder, despite his harsh shushing.

You could hear him also getting closer to finish as his breathing was more labored and closer to gasping.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Mr. Aizawa?” A student spoke from behind the door. “I was wondering if we could go over the lesson from today, I was a bit confused.”

Your eyes widened and you felt your hair pulled back suddenly very roughly, and a hand clasp over your mouth.

“Of course, I’ll be right there to let you in.” He spoke so calmly, as if he wasn’t still bucking his hips up inside of you.

With one hand over your mouth, he started to thrust frantically inside of you.

The way he was hitting you was making you see stars and you were sure that you looked like a broken rag doll on his cock at this point.

It didn’t take long before you were falling apart on him, every part of you tightening up in anticipation before releasing waves of pleasure all over you.

You heard a low and sinful grunting coming from behind you, and Aizawa’s relentless pace stopped. Both his hands shot to your hips as he stalled out inside of you, leaning forward to bite down hard on your shoulder as he came.

You felt the twitching inside of you along with warmth pooling up against your walls.

“Fuck…” he whispered, as he pushed you off of him, eyes wide as he watched you push his cum up in yourself deeper with two fingers.

“I’ll keep it safe for later when you get home.” You leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. “You can add more to it.”

He quickly buckled himself back inside his pants and stood up with you, smacking your ass lightly.

“Good. That’s my girl.” He kissed you on the cheek right back. “Now send in my student you’ve kept waiting.”

#aizawa fanfiction #aizawa smut #aizawa x reader #aizawa x y/n #shoto aizawa x you #my hero academia fanfiction #mha smut #mha fanfiction #boyfriend aizawa

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tootiecakes234 · 3 months

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MHA men and my Headcanons of their sexuality:

Katsuki Bakugo: man is pansexual but isn’t attracted to most people. Very picky!!

Izuku Midoriya: mostly gay, but sometimes he’ll find himself attracted to a women occasionally and question if his sexuality is 100% gay…. It is.

Eijirou Kirishima: demisexual/pansexual. Doesn’t matter how the person identifies but he needs that connection to really be into it.

Shota Aizawa: present mic sexual….. lmao but honestly bisexual king, but mainly attracted to men.

Shoto Todoroki: fluid… honestly whatever happens, happens.

Denki Kaminari: Bi-curious. Once he experiments with guys… if he ever works up the courage, becomes bisexual and that would lead him down a rabbit hole….. this man is pansexual as well.

Present Mic: Aizawa sexual…. Not kidding. Only has eyes for that man.

Hawks: idk why but I feel like hawks is closeted. Dates women in public but actually loves men.

*leave a comment if you want to be added to the tag list

Tags: @dreamcastgirl99 @xxvendettaxx @justbepeace @moonpieshawdy @theloveofnagiseishiroslife @mintsbubbletea @darkstarlight82 @anon-mouse223 @b134ch-m4h-ey3z @i-literally-cant-with-this @flowerbedbaby @kit-katsukii @blaize-hewwo @sweetblueworm

#bakugou x reader #mha fanfiction #mha smut #katsuki bakugo mha #izuku midoriya smut #izuku headcanons #katsuki bakugo headcanons #denki headcanons #denki smut #kirishima eijirou smut #bnha eijiro kirishima #shouta aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa smut #present mic #hawks smut #mha hawks #shoto headcanons #shoto torodoki

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chaoticsimp · 1 year

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Sweet Dreams

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18+ | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Relationship: Aizawa X Reader (NSFW)

Content Warnings: NSFW/18+, praise, light dirty talk, oral (female receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, begging, a dash of overstim?, established relationship (between Aizawa and reader).

A/N: Please let me know if I missed any. This is my first time writing smut so I'm still learning!

Summary: After years of being inactive you agree to a new mission. With the nerves creeping in, your partner (Aizawa) does what he can to help you relax.

Word Count: 2103

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It wasn’t often you accepted an assignment. You were happy to hang up your cape and raise the heroes of tomorrow. It felt like a lifetime ago that you’d spent years patrolling the streets, working in covert operations that had you shrouded in secrecy. It made it difficult to earn the respect of your students. So few had heard of your hero name and yet by the end of the first semester, you easily became a class favourite. You loved being a teacher. So, when Detective Tsukauchi reached out for your talents it surprised you how easy it was to say yes.

“You should be asleep.” You jumped at the voice and scrambled to gather the papers on the table.

“So should you.” You sighed, and you stopped trying to hide the papers having already been caught. You looked up to find Aizawa leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his bare chest, grey sweatpants hung off his hips and his tired eyes were on you. You briefly wondered how long he’d been silently standing there.

“I couldn’t sleep,” You admitted, although it was obvious. “The missions starts tomorrow, I-I guess I’m more nervous than I thought.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Aizawa had asked this more than once, but the question felt like it held more weight tonight. He moved closer to you, taking your hand in his and you knew he was also worried but didn’t want to make his worries your own.

“Yes. All-Might trusts Detective Tsukauchi, and I trust All-Might.” It was a response Aizawa had grown familiar with.

“You know, I could use the help of a certain Underground Hero.”

“And who would be left to watch my lousy kids? You could barely substitute for them,” He reminded.

“It’s hard to pull that icy glare you’ve perfected,” You teased earning an eye roll in response.

“If only they knew how intimidating you could be.” You smiled and looked back to the notes littering the dining table.

“I’m just going to go over it one more time, then I’ll…” Your words failed you when Aizawa hooked his finger under your chin, and he tilted your head to face him. Your heart sped up as his thumb ran across your lower lip.

“It’s late,” He reminded.

“I just want to be prepared,” You countered.

“Then let me help.”

Aizawa dropped his mouth to yours. The kiss was slow and sleepy, his lips were warm against yours and the slight taste of mint toothpaste had you thinking he had planned this all along. He made you stand, his mouth leaving yours to expertly hit the spots on your neck that made your breath hitch. He moved at a leisurely pace – his hands skimmed under the shirt of his you had on and found purchase on your hips. You were suddenly very aware of what little clothes you had on as Aizawa lowered to his knees. He took his hands from your hips and slipped the hairband off your wrist.

“What are you…” You felt the heat in your cheeks grow as you watched Aizawa pull back his hair, securing it in a low bun before he moved closer. You didn’t need to ask what was next as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and you steadied yourself by grabbing the edge of the table.

“Sh-Shota maybe we should-” Your request was interrupted when he pressed a soft kiss against your clothed cunt.

“Maybe we should…?” Aizawa’s words vibrated through your core and your nails dug into the table in anticipation as he pulled your panties to the side.

“We-We should go…go to the…” Aizawa dipped his tongue between your folds, and you shuddered a breath as you leaned into the table. His fingers dug into the thigh draped over his shoulder and you released the table with one hand to grip his hair when he pulled back. He pressed warm kisses against your thigh, and you gasped as he sucked and gently bit at your skin.

“You know I don’t like when you don’t finish your sentences,” He teased, and you almost laugh. A quick retort held behind your teeth because as much as you wanted to tease back, you wanted his face lost between your plush thighs even more.

“We should go to the bedroom,” You finally gasped. His scruff rubbed against your sensitive skin, sending chills up your back and you briefly met his gaze as he tilted his head up.

“You want me to stop?” You quickly shook your head no. You never wanted him to stop, you were addicted to him, and he knew it. The moment he put up his hair, you were a goner, and all thoughts of the mission slipped away as you used your hand in his hair to tug him closer.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He asked the question as if he hadn’t been the one to kneel before you first. You didn’t respond, and Aizawa decided not to make you beg as he licked your clit. It was late – the minutes felt like seconds, and he wanted to savour every moment. Your head fell back, Aizawa always knew exactly what you needed. He had turned eating you out into a skill, one he had mastered. He knew where to apply pressure, and just when to slow down and speed up. He knew how to make your head spin, and your thighs trembled when he curled two fingers into you.

“Sh-Shota.” Your moans were like a song, and Aizawa couldn’t get enough. The table slid a little as you pushed your weight into it, your back arched and your lips parted as he wrapped his mouth around your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,” You gasped, and your hand jerked in Aizawa’s hair as his fingers found your sweet spot. You could almost feel him smirking against your skin as your walls fluttered around him, and that familiar coil began to tighten in your stomach. You rolled your hips, and he knew to move his fingers quicker.

“Don’t stop. Please, please just like that,” You whined as you drew closer to the edge. His fingers felt too good, and his lips suctioned around your clit just right.

“Sho, I-I’m-” You couldn’t get the words out as you tipped over the edge. Your toes curled, your thighs shook around his head and your hold on his hair became painfully tight as your orgasm crashed over you. He didn’t stop until you were done, until your back lowered and you rested your weight against the table. His fingers left you first and you slowly released your hold on his hair as his stubble tickled your thigh.

“Good girl,” He mumbled against your skin. You looked down at him as he gently lowered your leg, your balance uneven and you felt a slight twinge in your back from the edge of the table as Aizawa pulled it back into place. He wiped his mouth with his free hand and before you could say anything he lifted you onto the table.

“One more.” He pressed a kiss beneath your ear, and the papers on the table crinkled as he pushed you to your back.

“Just one more and I’ll give you everything,” He promised. All you could do was nod as he repositioned himself between your legs. He hoisted up your thighs, his hands beneath your knees as he spread you open. Your legs trembled in his hands as he ran his cock through your folds, coating it in your slick.

“Shota,” You whined.

“Patience,” He replied, but you couldn’t be sure if he was speaking to you or to himself. Aizawa let out an uneven breath as he slowly sunk into you, his grip on your thighs prevented you from moving closer forcing you to endure his drawn-out pace.

“So tight,” He breathed as he pushed himself to the hilt and paused. You tried to wiggle your hips, but his iron grip held as he met your pleading eyes.

“Patience," He repeated, and your eyes clamped shut as he pulled out slower than he had entered. You could have cried as he drew out each thrust, his hips moved in that slow methodical rhythm again, and again, and again. The coil in your stomach had already begun to retighten as he pushed your knee's back a little more and thrusted into you a little deeper.

"Shota, please," You begged. At this point, you'd do anything to have him speed up even a millisecond.

“Look at me,” He demanded, and you managed to meet his gaze through your lashes. Part of him wanted to give in, spoil you like you deserved but the other was lingering on every pant and moan that escaped your lips. It was the part of him that wanted to draw this out and relished in the way your body moved in response to his slightest adjustments. You took him so well, and if he could burn the image of you beneath him behind his eyelids he would.

“Good girl,” He whispered the praise against your calf.

“So, fucking good for me.” Aizawa hooked his arms under your legs, and you lifted yourself up from the table as he pulled you into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he boosted you up, using the edge of the table for stability and angling you just enough to hit that sweet spot with every thrust.

“M-More,” Your plea is barely audible.

“What was that?” He grunted.

“More, more, more,” Your pleas hit his ear again and it made Aizawa’s hips stutter, briefly breaking his steady pace. Aizawa loved your intelligence, loved your way with words. He had watched you handle the press, students, and parents with unparalleled grace, but there was something that stirred deep inside him when he was able to turn your mind to putty, to reduce you to one-worded sentences.

“Go ahead.” For once he doesn’t make you beg more than you already had. He doesn’t take you to the edge and keep you there for however long he cared to, and you found yourself babbling thanks as one of your hands left his neck to draw circles on your clit.

“Fuck,” Aizawa breathed. He could feel you tighten around him, sucking him in so beautifully as he bounced you on his cock. Your skin was like fire against his and it was a warmth he already found himself missing.

“Sho, I-”

“Cum for me.” It was all you needed to tip you over the edge again. That coil snapped as your body tightened and your second orgasm washed over you, flooding your senses with ecstasy. Aizawa turned his head to watch you as you came, memorizing your beautiful face. Your end brought him to his own as he gave one final deep thrust and filled you as well as he always did.

“I love you,” He whispered between pants, his lips pressed gentle kisses to your cheek and neck to help you land from your high.

“I love you,” He repeated, burning the words into your skin. Aizawa was always one to show love rather than say it, but with you leaving he wanted the words to ring in your head for the weeks to come. Aizawa set you back on the table when he felt your body begin to relax, he let down your legs and you released a blissful sigh as he pulled out of you. Your hands pushed back the hair that clung to his face, and you kissed him so sweetly he thought he would break.

“It’s going to be okay,” You assured him, stroking over his stubble as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“It’s going to be okay,” He repeated, assuring himself just as much as he was trying to assure you. You smiled, your smile turning into laughter as he scooped you into his arms.

“Now will you sleep?” He asked as he carried you to the bedroom. You pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before resting your head against his shoulder.

“Yes,” You promised. Aizawa lowered you to the bed first before crawling over to his side, he pulled the blanket over the both of you. His arms opened as your head found its way to his chest, and you listened to his heartbeat as he wrapped you in a snug embrace. He pressed a final kiss to the top of your head and your eyelids grew heavy as you fell into a peaceful sleep in the arms of the man you loved.

#aizawa x you #aizawa shouta #aizawa shota x reader #aizawa smut #mha fanfiction #aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader smut #my hero acedamia

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sundeathh · 11 months

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Just three words. ✨ Soft Yandere Aizawa✨

Okay, this one was in my inbox for a very long time. So first of all, sorry for the long delay. Second: before proceeding, please read what I want to tell you: I am not particularly into Yandere narratives. Besides, I had trouble picturing Aizawa's character in this specific scenario because I don't see his character as one that would act as a Yandere. So, I am sorry if this sucks or if it isn't exactly what you asked for. I tried my best to place him into a Yandere narrative without losing his character essence.

Masterlist | NSFW / + 18 only

Pairing: Aizawa × Reader | Words: 2 K

Tags: SFW/NSFW, soft Yandere themes, headcanon.

cw: Stockholm syndrome.

- SFW part -

You caught Aizawa's attention with your unique and powerful quirk. Aizawa becomes fascinated by your abilities as a vigilante and sees your true potential as a hero.

During his patrols, he would frequently encounter you, your paths occasionally crossing as you both maintained the peace and protected others. Aizawa's initial interest in you is sparked mainly by your skill and dedication, further developing into a genuine admiration for your abilities.

His fascination with you would grow more over time, and as an expert in stealth and surveillance, he would subtly observe you from a distance. He would track your routine and patrols, skillfully remaining undetected in the shadows.

Though he kept telling himself that he would meet with you "occasionally," his true intention was to keep a close eye on you, gaining further insight into your personality, strengths, and weaknesses.

And on a fateful day, a villain attack left your quirk temporarily weakened, rendering you vulnerable and unable to defend yourself effectively. So, Aizawa doesn't think twice before intervening, saving you from further harm.

Recognizing your injuries and weakened state, he would then convince you to seek refuge and protection with him, assuring you that he would take care of your wounds.

This accident catalyzes his plan to keep you close. He didn't even need to kidnap you! But, if you had not suffered the attack, though, maybe he would fake one anyway. He would be subtle.

Once you were in Aizawa's custody, he would treat you with surprising gentleness, providing genuine care and ensuring your well-being. He understands the importance of earning your trust and making you feel safe in his presence.

So, he would never restrain you. Instead, Aizawa would keep you locked in a comfortable space, his actions driven by his desire to gain your trust and affection. He is cautious not to cause you unnecessary harm or distress.

However, you would inevitably become resistant to the situation, yearning for freedom and wary of Aizawa's motives.

And he would try his best to respect your boundaries and acknowledge your desire to escape, but he would maintain a firm stance in preventing your departure.

He would make you stay through subtle manipulation and persuasive tactics. He would never use aggressive force, even if you tried to escape aggressively.

He would only erase your quirk and evade your attacks until you were tired of fighting but would never attack you back.

Aizawa would constantly try to balance his desires toward you and your autonomy.

And as time passed, Aizawa's genuine care and occasional displays of vulnerability created a complicated mix of emotions within you. While you may not fully reciprocate his feelings, you begin to recognize a genuine connection and understanding with him.

But tension would inevitably rise as your desire for freedom clashes with Aizawa's determination to keep you close. Anyway, he continues to demonstrate acts of kindness and understanding even when you call him names or tries to attack, only to be left tired again without causing him any scratch.

As he pursues your affection, Aizawa may go out of his way to fulfill your needs and show you a softer side. He would attempt to break down your resistance through carefully thought acts of kindness.

He pays attention to the more discreet details, providing you with your favorite meals, engaging you in conversations about your interests, and even bringing you books or movies you might enjoy; Though these gestures are not grandiose, they display subtle moments of care that eventually begin to form a foundation of trust.

With gestures and conversations, Aizawa allows glimpses of his softer side to shine: During quiet evenings together, he shares stories from his past, revealing vulnerabilities and personal struggles he faced.

He would try to create a space where you felt safe to open up, fostering an environment of mutual understanding and empathy. He would encourage you to voice out your worries and distresses, even though he would get quiet and avoid the topic of letting you go.

Over time, he aimed to create an emotional bond based on trust and shared experiences. Through acts of gentleness and patience, he hoped to impress you and demonstrate his capabilities as a protector and a provider.

Aizawa is patient and aware that your journey toward reciprocating his feelings will take time. He also recognizes the importance of granting you space for self-reflection and growth. So he would do everything you asked: leave you alone, bring you some specific food, not talk to you, or to talk to you, tell you a story, listen to you, anything, except for letting you out.

However, Aizawa is not without his internal struggles. He battles with his conscience, questioning the ethics of his actions. He grapples with the conflict between his genuine care for you; and the fact that your relationship began under non-consensual circumstances.

The turning point in your relationship arrives when you start to see glimpses of Aizawa's vulnerability: He shares his fears, his insecurities, and his past failures, exposing his humanity and flaws.

And it is through these shared vulnerabilities you begin to connect with Aizawa on a deeper level, seeing him as more than just your captor but as a complex individual with genuine emotions.

And as your bond deepens, Aizawa becomes even more attuned to your emotional shifts and moods. He learns to anticipate your needs and provide stability and support. During moments of vulnerability or distress, he offers a comforting presence – allowing you to lean on him for solace and reassurance.

Gradually, your resistance toward him begins to wane, replaced by a complex mix of emotions. You may find yourself drawn to Aizawa's unwavering dedication to making you comfortable and cared for, seeing how the genuine connection you have developed over time.

However, remnants of your initial resistance may linger, reminding you of the complex dynamics that brought you together. Anyway, Aizawa remains committed to maintaining a delicate balance. He respects your autonomy and your desire for freedom, yet he also nurtures your affection for him.

- NSFW part -

He would never sexually touch you without your consent. However, he would indeed stare at you intensely sometimes, but he wouldn't do more than that. And, when you would catch a sigh of him ogling your body, he would immediately turn his vision away with his face bright red.

He admires your body with great appreciation. He would not comment on that for fear of making you uncomfortable, but he frequently wondered what you had under the clothes he provided to you;

He often imagined what it would feel like beneath all those clothes, the skin underneath, and the curve of your waist. His body would ache from wanting more than just that sight.

While he would not allow physical contact, he would fantasize about being able to explore every inch of your body. And so, he would always find ways to sneak glances or peek inside your room.

His mind would wander as he envisioned you naked and spread open for his perusal, feeling aroused at the possibility that he could possess you, even if you weren't aware of it.

In those fantasies, he would gently caress the parts of your body he desired most. Carefully, he would trace each contour, savoring the sensation of feeling your softness in his palms, tracing circles against your inner thighs, lingering over your stomach, chest, and shoulders.

His imagination would then drift off, imagining scenarios where you would finally allow him access to pleasure, and make him feel complete, finally satisfied, leaving him weak and limp.

He often fantasizes about you having sex with him, giving yourself freely as you would take his hands in yours, guiding him through your soft body, kissing him with passion;

When your lips parted, he would eagerly follow you until he could kiss you again. And, when finished, he would pull you into his arms, burying his face into your neck, breathing deeply in your scent.

Then, when you finally started to see him beyond your captor, he would always be surprised by any small show of affection coming from you. For example, he would be speechless if you gave him a simple peck on the cheek.

Or, when you started to smile at him, he would be ecstatic. Sometimes, you would give him a pat on the arm; or maybe a rub on the back when he would open up to you.

And once you saw past his walls and started to develop a mix of feelings toward him: he could tell. You would smile more and look at him differently.

Sometimes he would look at you and smile, knowing that you were starting to have feelings for him because you were changing.

You would not flinch away when he would touch your hand anymore and wouldn't mind if he sat close to you. Sometimes, you would even lean against him when he was around.

The first time you kissed him on the lips was when he was upset with you for wanting your freedom. It was sweet and passionate, conveying a sense of safety and warmth. You wanted him to know that you did want to be free, but you weren't sure if you wanted to leave him anymore. You had started to find comfort in your surroundings while living with Aizawa.

And as time passed, you eventually realized how attractive he seemed to you. You noticed his sharp features, his sharp gaze, his hair, and the curves of his toned body.

You became fascinated with how his eyes would light up when he talked with you. And then, you would find yourself leaning closer, wanting more.

You also got bolder, teasing him as you explore your new boundaries. Your physical intimacy drastically improved as you opened up and trusted him more. He then started taking risks, going further, initiating physical contact, and exploring those new boundaries.

In turn, you enjoyed the new closeness that came with a change in atmosphere, a strange yet good feeling of security and belonging.

It was this sense of closeness that prompted you both into the process of bonding. You slowly became more intimate, and it started to feel natural for the two of you.

One day, when you were enjoying a peaceful evening together, he reached behind you and gently started playing with your strands of hair as you rested your head in his lap.

As he played with them, he brushed against your ear, throat, and collarbone. Then, he stopped. He let out a frustrated sigh before pulling you close and planting small kisses over your cheeks, chin, brow, eyelids, nose, forehead, and mouth. And then you were lost in an instant of pure bliss.

You couldn't remember exactly when it happened. All you knew was that you had only a few moments of clarity and could see what was happening, feeling the heat rising within you.

He would always ask you if he should stop or ask for permission to go further whenever you flinched. But you rarely did that, so he would continue doing whatever pleased the both of you.

He would gently massage your shoulder blades and back. His hands would then hold onto your waist. Sometimes, you would feel his lips on your neck, trailing down, sucking on the sensitive skin, and leaving tiny hickeys.

He liked to mark you, but he would be gentle on how he would do it. He'd start with tiny nips and suckles, then gradually go down until he got close to where he wanted most.

Afterward, he would kiss you harder and deeper, trying and succeeding in eliciting a good reaction from you. The longer he would go on, the hotter you would get.

As time progressed and you became really intimate, he would fuck you with no shame, giving you more pleasure than ever before until you moaned his name. You would gasp and squirm, and he would always ensure you climaxed every. Single. Time.

He would shiver every time he heard you moan his name. He didn't know why, but it always caused a deep excitement in his chest and heart.

He would come undone in seconds as you called out his name. And then he would hold you tight, whispering soothing words as you continued gasping and moaning in delight for a while after.

Eventually, you started to love that sound and how he felt pleasure from just your touch and noises.

And soon, you realized that nothing would prevent you from loving him back.

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iwanty0uu · 6 months

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Shouta Aizawa is completely and utterly obsessed with you, and the fact that you were not his newest co-worked didn’t help. He observed the way your hero suit sucked in your curves, emphasizing your waist. The thin fabric only slightly revealing the golden skin hiding beneath it, begging to be seen. He couldn’t resist drooling over your hip dips, perfectly indenting and marking where his hands should grab, squeeze and caress, he imagined massaging them, rubbing your pelvic bones as you bucked in an attempt to pleasure yourself while he fucked you. But no,fuck wasn’t the word, he wanted to ruin you in the most loving way possible, he stared down the fabric that held your womanhood in place, safe and away from the eyes of the undeserving.He envied it. Something so flimsy and easily torn didn’t deserve to cover you, to protect you from shame.

He knew he did it better.

He studied the way your eyes gazed longingly at Midnight, and he was familiar with the gaze, the gaze of envy. He knew you underestimated yourself, wishing you could be as appealing as the others, but that was what he loved about you. The way you whined your waist subconsciously while you walked, confident frequencies entering the room before you did, your straight posture and intimate gaze never deteriorated, even when getting lectured, even when your co-workers blamed the new comer for their fault. You stood your ground, and it earned you respect.

You always did it better.

As the months went on, his sexual attraction for you grew, watching your breasts resting upright in your hero uniform, always made his day. And he thought his perverted ways would go unnoticed by you, but they didn’t, if only he said how much he admired you, you would have been given the chance to confess how you’ve longed for him from day 1….

quick drabble ✵ enjoy your day my loves ~ 𝓁ℯ𝓁ℯ

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doumadono · 9 months

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Siiiiiinceeeeee... my last two requests were SFW I jump in with smth naughty!

I'd like to ask for a ❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜ (from 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬) in a form of a short fic with Shota Aizawa x fem!reader... she can be his wife, lover, GF IDK! Whatever suits you, sweetheart!

Love ya!

Just a little longer - Aizawa x Reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, cunnilingus, f!reader, p in v smut

Synopsis: you find yourself unwilling to let Shota prepare for his day at work

A/N: dzękuję za tyle wsparcia, kochanie moje! ♥

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This morning, you find yourself unwilling to let your adored husband, Shota, simply prepare for his day at work. You yearn for him, his fragrance, his caress – an extended moment of his presence. You crave the sensation of his being, desiring to linger in his embrace a while longer.

So you settle onto Aizawa's lap, positioning yourself astride him on the bed. His hands naturally find their place on your buttocks, ensuring your comfortable position. You playfully push him onto the bed and passionately connect your lips with his, mixing bites and kisses. As you press your hips down, he tightens his hold, ensuring you stay right where you are.

"Y/N, teasing me right now isn't the best idea," Shota growls. "Classes are about to begin."

"Don't worry, my love, we've got a good half hour left," you reassure him with a mischievous grin.

He playfully flips you away, and you land on the mattress with a light bounce, eliciting a giggle. As he gracefully moves to the floor, he unties your shoes, planting tender kisses on your ankles. His lips progress upward, skillfully removing your pants. Once more, his kisses trace the expanse of your legs, traveling down one and up the other, tantalizingly close to your panties, where you can sense his warm breath caressing the dampness forming on the cotton fabric.

"You're incredibly beautiful, my love," he whispers affectionately.

Lending a hand, you assist him in removing your shirt, prompting his lips to discover your belly button. His tongue dances around the navel before embarking on a trail towards your mound.

His fingers dance along your sides, leaving a tingling trail on your heated skin as they traverse. They encircle your panties at the waistband, swiftly tugging to remove the delicate fabric. He playfully nibbles at the newly exposed skin, cleverly evading any direct contact with your sensitive core.

A whimper escapes your lips, and you attempt to guide him by reaching for his hair, but he gently swats your hands away. With determination, you make another effort, only to find your fingers intertwined with his, keeping you in place, uninterrupted.

"Be patient for me, Y/N. You'll have your desires fulfilled after I've taken what I need," Shota assures, his words a mixture of command and promise.

His tongue flicks out, meeting your clit in a deliberate punctuation, causing your legs to quiver in response. His administrations become slightly more intense, leaving an array of pretty purple and blue marks as he sensually sucks hickeys into the skin around your panty line.

"Can you manage to keep those hands of yours under control?" Shota inquires, locking eyes with you.

You nod obediently, and he releases your hands. His palms find stability on your thighs as he lowers his head once more between your legs. Anticipation courses through you, your grip on the bedding tightening to prevent your hands from wandering. But Shota refrains from touching you further. Instead, he teases you by blowing a cool breath over your intimate area, sending shivers down your spine. Your toes curl involuntarily as he skillfully manipulates his breath, applying a teasing and barely-there pleasure.

"Oh God…" you whimper. "Weren't you the one griping about being teased a moment ago?" you groan, propping yourself up on your elbows to gaze at him.

"I simply desire to savor the pleasure of worshiping you. Is that truly a wrongdoing?" Shota asks, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"It certainly feels criminal if it means you're keeping your hands off me," you sigh dramatically, flopping back onto the pillows.

"Well, well… I understand now. Let me make amends for that."

With a deliberate motion, he eases two fingers inside you, while his lips ensnare your clit, his tongue diligently tracing circles across the delicate nerves. He offers no quarter for adjustment, his two fingers curling within you in sync with the rhythm of his skilled tongue. Your grip tightens on the covers as your back arches off the bed, attempting to escape his relentless assault. Yet, his free arm stretches up, gently guiding you back down to a flat position, granting him even better access.

A muffled groan escapes his lips against your skin as he savors your taste, his tongue painting long, sensual strokes along your slit, adeptly maneuvering around his pumping fingers. Whenever his journey brings him to your clit, he applies a gentle suction before moving on swiftly, pushing you to the brink without permitting you to topple over just yet.

A frustrated whine escapes you, the almost sufficient stimulation leaving you yearning for more.

"Your whining sounds remarkably delightful," Shota chuckles. "You're giving me very little reason to grant you release."

Nevertheless, his tongue initiates an unceasing figure-eight pattern against your sensitive clitoris, propelling you toward the precipice. At the very moment his fingers pinpoint that exquisite spot within you, he propels you into the throes of your climax. You find yourself breathing heavily, the intensity of the experience enveloping you.

He briefly withdraws, allowing you a moment to catch your breath, and proceeds to shed his own garments. Once disrobed, he gracefully returns, positioning himself atop you. He aligns himself with your entrance, his unoccupied hand intertwining fingers with yours, his unwavering gaze maintaining a connection as he gradually sinks into your eager cunt. Employing his free hand for balance, he positions himself just above you, his forearm serving as a prop, allowing him to lean in and capture kisses between each thrust. The encounter is an amalgamation of messiness, wetness, and sheer exhilaration. As your unoccupied hand drags along his back, eliciting pleasurable groans from him, the juxtaposition of scratches and sensation adds to the intensity.

With a deliberate pace, Aizawa maintains a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding his hips down to ensure every thrust stimulates your clit, sending delightful tingles coursing through your body. "Oh, Y/N, you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me, just for me. Your raw sensation is unbelievably intoxicating," he groans, his hips faltering slightly.

Unresponsive, your eyes flutter as he drives into you with a nearly overwhelming proficiency. Just as your second orgasm builds, he plunges deeply, his own groan mingling with the sensation as he collapses against you, his orgasm sweeping over him as warm, thick ropes of his cum fill your pussy. He nestles into the curve of your neck, seeking solace. "I love you, baby. But we need to get ready."

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 11 months

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Pro Heroes - When They Wake Up In The Mood

100 Followers Event: 21/31

(Characters Included- Midnight, Aizawa, Mirko, and Present Mic)

(Warning: NSFW Themes)

- It was almost 3 in the morning, and you woke up with your partner on top of you. They were giving soft kisses and bite marks on your jawline and neck. Then they looked up at you and gave a soft smiled, noticing that you are now awake. You could already tell by the way they were acting what was happening, so you gave them the okay. They went down your body and started to kiss the fabric that was covering your crotch. They teased you a bit before deciding to taste what’s underneath.

|Midnight, Present Mic

- You were finally able to get some sleep, it was a long two hours of sex with your partner. It was about midnight and you suddenly woke up to a strange but familiar feeling. You felt your body started to heat up when you saw that your partner inserted something in you. They smirked and told you that they just needed one more round and asked if they could move. You said yeah and they started to move in and out of you, giving you praise and talking about how good you look.

|Aizawa, Rumi

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aaizawashouta · 5 months

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Don't Blame Me

pairing: aizawa shota x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

summary: aizawa indulges himself in you after a rough night.

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni) oral (f receiving)

a/n: this took on a life of it's own. sorry not sorry

The office is silent. Your fingers tapping along the keyboard and every tick of the clock the only sign of time passing. That it’s just you here. Every moment that passes stresses you out. Images conjuring in your mind of the disaster that was last night. It’s okay. He’s okay. Your eyes glance at his office door. He’s never late.

It’s almost two in the afternoon when he walks in. Your eyes track him. Every movement is slow and calculated. As if he doesn’t want to waste more energy than he needs. Your brows dip into a furrow, relieved that he’s here but concerned nonetheless. He glances over at you, finally feeling your burning stare.

“What?”

“You look like shit.”

He blinks, unaffected. “I didn’t sleep last night.”

“I know. I watched the news this morning.” His shoulders tense at your words. “You did good, you know.”

He doesn’t say anything more. You keep your smile to yourself as he walks into his office but keeps the door open. It’s an invitation if you ever saw one. Only a few minutes pass before he’s looming over you, dark hair almost tickling your cheeks from how close he is. He’s staring down at you, a mixture of disbelief and what you can only describe as well hidden affection. His hands grip your desk, knuckles white. The air around the both of you is intense—so thick you can cut it with a knife. Slowly, you let your breath go, sending his hair into a flurry around your face.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He says staring down his nose at you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No?” One hand raises, lifting to the back of your neck before threading through your hair. Slender fingers tangling into the roots and pulling tight, forcing your head back. Your breath catches, thighs squeezing together. “Where are class 1-A’s assignments?”

You swallow around the large lump forming in your throat, doing your best to ignore the blood rushing in your ears. “Graded and filed back in their folders.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to take care of you. I want you to be able to rest. I want you to not have to worry when I know I can help.”

He groans at your words, fingers digging into your scalp. “So good to me.” You whimper at the action, causing his eyes to flare to life. Whatever energy he’d been saving when he walked in, it’s pulsing through his veins now. “Always so good to me, such a sweet thing. But do you know what I really want?”

“What?”

“My name on your pretty lips.”

“Shota,” you whine.

“There it is.”

His office door is shut and locked. You’re bent over his desk with your head resting on your forearms while he’s rucking up your skirt. Calloused hands push and pull at your newly exposed skin. You can barely hear his praises over the blood rushing in your ears. You know how to push Shota’s buttons, of course you do, but you never expected this. It has you on edge if you’re being honest.

“Shota,”

He pauses in his movements, eyes meeting yours. You don’t miss the way he swallows, gaze sweeping over you before his hands squeeze tightly. He knows you, can read you like a book. When you’ve been working together for as long as you two have—and dating for just as long—he knows you’re wanting an explanation. His eyes break from yours, looking at anything but you. Sighing, you push back and stand to your feet. A gentle hand cups his cheek, thumb tracing the scar that runs under his eye. Was it something like that? You can’t help but wonder. That had been bad. When the students had been attacked, only him and Thirteen were there to protect the kids. You’d never been so stressed in your life.

“You’ll have to forgive me if I’m being a little indulgent.” He states, warm fingers wrapping around your wrist. He brings your hand to his mouth, lightly kissing each tip of your fingers. “There was—it—a brief moment last night where I wasn’t sure if I’d come back to you.”

Your heart drops. Breaks right through your ribcage and shatters. God, you’d already come so close to losing him. What do you say to that? He already knows. He’s a pro hero. You knew exactly what the stakes were when you started dating. There’s no going back. You can only move forward and be thankful for everyday that you have with him.

“Shota,”

“That’s what I thought of,” he says, cutting you off with a soft smile, “I thought of my name on your lips.”

Your head tips forward so you and him are resting forehead to forehead. The tenseness is his body slowly melts away with each of your mingled breath. A warm hand has worked its way back up your skirt, toying with the hem of your panties. They’re lace, his favorite. Meeting his eyes you scoot back so you’re sitting on the desk. Both of you ignoring when a picture frame falls, glass breaking.

“So good to me,” he mutters, pulling the lace down. “Never have to worry about you.” You whine as he kneels in front of you, shoving your underwear in his back pocket. “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes sir.” The answer comes out breathless, chest heaving as your fingers find their way into his dark hair.

“That’s my girl.”

Taking a chance you look down at him and his gaze is searing. You’re being burned and scarred from all the stars and galaxies that hide in the depth of his dark eyes. You could get lost trying to chart the constellations.

A gasp cuts through the silence when his thumb pulls your lip free. You blink, mind hazy. How is he doing this? Just his presence is making you feel completely fucked out. There’s something about Shota Aizawa that you’ll never get used to.

You’re so weak. God, you’re so weak for this man.

Shota hums, pulling his hand away from you. Like you’re something delicate and he didn’t want to break just yet.

“My good girl,” he repeats his words. His voice is deep, ran through gravel, but something about the words is dripping in honey. “Can I have a taste?”

“Ple—”

He’s smirking in between kisses that lead further up your leg. Teeth nipping at the soft skin of your thigh. “I haven’t even touched you yet, sweet girl.” The pet name has your head falling back.

“Needy are we?” He questions, hands moving up your legs, thick fingers digging into the tender flesh.

He runs his nose over your center, taking in a deep breath. His hands tighten on your thighs, as if he’s stopping himself from diving right in. You shudder, squeezing your thighs together only for him to pry them apart.

You swallow, breathing shallow, taking him in as his large hand lifts one of your legs to rest on his shoulder. You’re a pathetic pile of putty in his hands. You can’t help but wonder if he knew he could mold you into anything he wanted. He could straight out ruin you and you’d thank him.

His hand trails up your leg, rough calluses catching on your skin. There is no buildup, his finger running through your folds, a hum as he collects it before sticking the digit in his mouth.

“You're soaked,sweetheart. Fuck, you taste sweet. But I bet your cunt is absolutely heavenly, isn’t that right pretty girl?”

“Yes, sir.” It comes out in a sigh.

“Shota.”

He gives nothing else before diving in. You moan, your head falling back, breaking eye contact. Only to lift it when he smacks your thigh.

“Eyes on me,” he warns.

You simply nod, biting back your whimper. His tongue is flat as it makes its way through your folds. Thinking about Shota having thoughts about face fucking you makes you clench around nothing. Your nails dig into the palms of your hands.

“Shota,” you murmur, hips lifting to roll against his face.

“Sweet girl.” He replies voice thick with amusement. You squirm at the feel of his breath against you. His thumb rolls your clit in circles as his tongue parts your folds. He slips a digit in before replacing it with his tongue.

You grind yourself on his face, barely catching the feel of his nose against your clit. You whisper his name, a chant, a prayer. He holds you open and licks up the seam of your sex, you jerk, knee barely grazing his cheek.

“Easy, now sweetheart.”

He strokes and teases your pussy. Switching off between his thick fingers and his tongue. He has you quivering, your lip bitten raw from how hard you're trying to not draw too much attention. The sounds of you clenching around his fingers, his tongue are obscene and he fucking loves it.

You feel like you’re out at sea. Every crashing wave grows higher and higher building a tsunami that can’t be stopped. You move with every flick of his tongue. Heel digging into his shoulder when he sucks your clit into his warm mouth. It almost sends you over.

“You taste fucking devine. The best nectar I’ve ever had.”

You can’t help but laugh. You’re on the edge. Just a push. A simple push and—you bite back a sob, tears pricking at your eyes as he draws figure eights with his tongue. The perfect pressure and you're flying.

“Oh my god,”

Shota groans against you, feeling your release. You clench tightly on his tongue as he fucks it into you, wanting to take everything you’ve got to give. He keeps up his pace, helping you ride it out. As your hips slow down he replaces his tongue with his fingers, his mouth going back to your sensitive nub.

“No, no. It’s too much.”

“Come on, be a good girl. I know you’ve got another one for me.”

A chronic people pleaser, you bask in praise. His praise is far and between. Hardly given to anyone who doesn’t deserve it, and it shoots straight to your core. You’re desperate, small whimpers falling from your lips, your cunt pulsing and aching. It’s all burning heat before it melts into pleasure.

You're dripping down your thighs. You know it’s all over his face. He catches your eye when he pulls away, a grin tilting his lips. A gift just for you. He’s shining with your release. Leaning forward he catches you by surprise and kisses you. Thrusting his tongue into your mouth, you moan at the taste of you. As quickly as it started it was over.

He swiftly stood, pulling your pants back up. You watch him in a heady daze as he fixes your skirt. You don’t miss how he keeps your panties. Eyes trailing down you catch sight of the bulge in his pants. His thumb hooks into your chin.

“Later. I do have to work.”

You smile, watching as he goes to the office door and unlocks it. He leaves it open and that’s an invitation if you’ve ever seen one. You can wait until later. When you’ll have all the time in the world to show the man you love just how much you love him.

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