#shoutaaa

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Here, Kitty Kitty (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: I done had this idea for YEARS & finally decided to write it. Idk how long this will be BUT I hope y’all live for some coworkers to friends to lovers type shit. Enjoy! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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ONE.

Briiii-iiing!

After what feels like an eternity, the bell signaling your third period and your lunch break has finally rung its joyous sound throughout the halls. You don’t even mind the way it sounds shrill to your overly-sensitive ears. But that’s the way of a cat: everything is sensitive to you. Even as a cat hybrid.

You turn to the student who has become a regular in your office, smiling kindly at him. “That’s for you, too,” you say with a wink. “I don’t think you’d wanna eat lunch with the school counselor, Katsuki.”

Katsuki Bakugou, with his intense stare and a permanent scowl that reminds you of a bulldog, grumbles as he stands and slugs his backpack over his shoulder. He turns to head out of your office without another word.

“Hey,” you say, stopping him. He looks over his shoulder expectantly. “Remember what I said: if someone says something to piss you off, just breathe. Think about what you’d be giving up if you resort to violence. You’re a very intelligent and good kid, Katsuki.”

Bakugou doesn’t reply, but you see something shift on his face. He looks taken aback at your words. But just as quickly as it came, it’s gone and he’s back to his usual cool stare. With a suck of his teeth, he’s leaving your office, slamming the door as he does.

You sit back in your seat and turn towards the window, exhaling slowly. Your view from your office showcases the gorgeous cherry blossoms that are about to bloom–they’re just pink buds right now. You sigh dreamily, so glad spring is here. Finally, you’ll be able to crack open your window to breathe in the sweet scents of blooming flowers and sun.

You remind yourself once again to thank Nezu for such a wonderful spot for your office. Not only do you have the best seat in the house for the view, but you also have your own couch for naps in between breaks and a mini fridge under your desk where you store your lunch and snacks for the kids who come in here to chat about their problems or incidents with other kids (mostly Bakugou).

“As the UA school counselor, it’s important that you’re just as comfortable as our students here!” Nezu brightly proclaimed after giving you the tour of UA on your first day at work. That was at the beginning of September. Now that it’s March, you’ve been here for six months now. You couldn’t have asked for a better job! You get paid what you weigh with your degrees, you live in an apartment on campus you don’t have to constantly dish out money for public transportation, and everyone you work alongside is so, so nice…

Well, almost everyone.

Not wanting to waste any more time before another kid comes crying into your office about their issues, you take your lunch out of your mini fridge and hurry to head off to the UA teacher breakroom, locking the office door as you do.

When you enter the cozy-looking breakroom with its mini sofas, expensive coffee machine, and sterling steel microwave, you find Nemuri and Mic already sitting at a table. Nemuri glances at the door and grins at you. “Ah, there she is!” she coos. “My favorite cat girl!” Her eyes trail over your form, humming suggestively. “And looking quite fine.”

“Absolutely,” Mic agrees as he pops some rice into his mouth. “Pink is definitely your color, Y/N.”

You flush at the sweet compliments, glad you went for a pink blouse and a nice skirt today. “Why, thank you,” you giggle as you sit next to Nemuri–your usual spot. Your trail curls around your legs, relaxed and content. “So, what’s on for the conversation today?”

“Tonight,” Nemuri replies, wiggling her brows mischievously at you. “We’re still on for tonight, right?” She grips your arm dramatically. “Please tell me we are! I’ve been needing to get my ass in my clubbing dress for months!”

“Yes, drama queen,” you laugh as you unzip your lunch bag. A bento box, a yogurt cup, and a bottle of Kombucha tea sit inside. “We’re still on. I’ve been needing to shake my ass for the one time, too.”

“And get yourself someone to take back home tonight you watch you shake your ass,” Nemuri adds. You roll your eyes while Mic laughs. “Aw, come ooon, Y/N!” she whines. “You’ll never know the thrill of bringing someone back for a hot night at your place until you try it.”

Nemuri has been trying to get you to try casual sex for the longest time after her plans for being a matchmaker fell through. When you told her you didn’t have a boyfriend during a night out after becoming fast friends, she just about fell out of her chair. “No,” she gasped into her cocktail. “A woman as gorgeous as you? There’s no way! This is a tragedy!”

And because of this “tragedy”, she took it upon herself to try and match you up with other pros she knew. So far, it’s been All Might, who was very nice but you found you liked as a friend, and Snipe, who was fine as hell behind his mask and amazing in bed, you felt like you were leading him on because of your feelings for another person. Snipe told you he understood but if things never worked out with “the other guy”, he was always there.

What Nemuri didn’t realize is that dating never seemed to work for you. It always ended in casual sex due to you being a cat girl. Most men you’d dated or slept with always seemed to want you for the cat girl they thought you to be…which was usually out of a hentai. So you steered clear from dating, feeling more than happy being single if it meant not putting up with the BS. Cat girls had a bad rep because of the shit Hollywood thought of for pornos, which meant you had to work ten times harder to get what you wanted. Including being taken seriously in a relationship.

“First of all, that’s against the rules, ‘Muri,” you sigh despite your friend’s pouting. “Nezu is against bringing any outsiders onto campus, especially in our dorms.” Nemuri and Mic glance at each other, knowing damn well they’ve broken that rule many, many times. “And two, you know I’m too busy with work to date.”

“It’s not dating though,” she protests. “It’s sex! Tell her, Mic.” The blonde pro looks between the two of you, bunching on a rice ball.

“I’m not in this,” he mumbles, making you laugh. “And the last time I bought someone to my apartment, I shattered some windows in the entire complex because I was so loud.” Your eyes widen at his confession and he flushes. “He was good, okay?”

Hysterical giggles rise to the surface in your chest, Nemuri laughing with you. “That’s hilarious,” you sigh, wiping at a tear, “and exactly why your idea is a bad one.” You poke Nemuri’s side with a fork. “Besides, you know I don’t want just anyone in my bed.”

As soon as the words are out, you realize your mistake. Your friends stare at you expectantly, leaning in as if desperate to know your deep, dark secrets. “Then who do you want, Y/N?” Nemuri purrs, raising a brow at you. Mic nods. “Yes, do tell!”

You flush, popping a piece of chicken kara-age from your bento box into your mouth to keep your mouth occupied. They both knew who you were referring to; they just wanted you to say it aloud. The truth was, you could never date just anyone because you already had feelings for another. It was stupid, really. A pathetic, schoolgirl crush because you knew he could never return them.

As if on cue, the man of the hour and your dreams walks into the room, as quiet as a church mouse. He’s so quiet that you jump, your tail fuzzing up, when you see him round the corner wearing his signature jumpsuit and scarves, hands in his pockets. He truly is an attractive man despite his tired eyes–about six foot something, a nice build, black locks of shoulder-length hair that frame his handsome face, and a five o’clock shadow.

When he glances at you as he walks in, it’s so hard to breathe suddenly. No matter how many times he looks at you, it always has the same effect on you. His stares are intense and bothersome; haunting almost. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that your skirt rises just above your knees, giving a tiny slip of thigh behind your nylon stockings.

“Aizawa!” Mic exclaims, grinning at his friend as he slinks into the room. “To what do we owe the pleasure of seeing your gorgeous face?”

Aizawa doesn’t spare his friend as much as a glance as he looms over the coffee machine. He grabs one of the Plus Ultra mugs above the sink and takes a pod of the dark roast. “Lunch break,” he blandly replies. “Needed coffee.”

You can’t help but watch his hands as he works to whip himself up a cup. His hands are just so big! And his fingers are so long. You wonder if he plays piano by any chance.

And if one day, he could play you by any chance. Would his hands be calloused and rough from years of hero work? Would they be gentle and careful with you? Would he know how to touch you? Would he be willing to know how, practically begging you to show him how to make you feel good?

You can picture him now, his eyes drilling a hole into you as he kneels between your thighs, his fingers plunged deep into your sobbing wet–

“Oh, Shouta!” Nemuri calls, scaring you half to death out of your nasty thoughts. She’s smirking at you while Mic silently laughs beside her. “Will you be attending our nighttime activity after school ends? We’re going to Hot Spot. You know, that one club all the pros go to?”

You flush, knowing what she’s doing. She knows damn well Aizawa isn’t going. He never goes anywhere except he’s forced to. “Of course, you are,” he mutters, tapping one finger on the counter as he waits for his coffee to finish brewing. “And no, I’m not. Don’t know why this is even a question.”

“Oh, sorry,” Nemuri sarcastically replies. “I forgot you’re anti-social and you hate anything related to socializing or people.”

Aizawa gives her an irritated glance. “Not the reason,” he growls. “It’s because I have better things to do than be in a room with a bunch of drunk people I don’t know. Like grading papers.” Once his coffee is done, he takes the mug along with one packet of sugar. No cream or anything else.

He walks to the door but glances back at his friends before he makes his grand exit. “And I’m not anti-social.”

“Sure, you’re not!” Mic yells to him once he’s gone. He then turns to you and Nemuri with a smirk. “He totally is.” You smile along with Nemuri’s laugh, but you can’t help the way your body feels from Aizawa’s presence: hot and very, very bothered.

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You could burn a hole into someone as you watch Nemuri giggle and charm the man trying to sweet-talk her next to you at your booth.

The man is so obviously eyeing your friend’s cleavage that she flaunts in her dress with the sweetheart neckline. This is the fourth man that’s talked to her tonight since she, you, and Mic arrived at Hot Spot an hour before.

‘Horny bastards,’ you think to yourself, though you can’t help but be jealous.

Why can’t you be more like Nemuri and just be free with your inhibitions like her? She flaunts, flirts, and fucks without care. But then again, everyone wants to fuck Ms. Midnight. Nobody even knows who you are. And you’d like to keep it that way. Plus, being a cat girl gains you unwanted attention anyway. It’s bad enough you get the occasional weirdo asking you about your tail and if you poop in a litterbox.

Mic, in his Hawaiian shirt, wraps an arm around you. “What are you doing later?” he asks you playfully. You giggle, poking at his chest. “Not you,” you reply wittingly.

“Oh, that’s right!” he recalls, giving you a smirk. His eyes look slightly hooded from the several shots he, you, and Nemuri did. “Because you’d like to be doing my friend right now. And don’t deny it either!”

You say nothing. Instead, you stare down at your hands clamped firmly in the lap of your skinny jeans. You went for a nice sequin top and heels tonight to pair with the jeans that made your ass and thighs look fantastic. You swear, Mic and Nemuri told you that at least five times tonight.

Nemuri finally turns around to face you, placing a folded napkin in her bra. “Got a number,” she sings. “Might just give it to you.” She goes to take the napkin out and give it to you, but you push her hand away. “No,” you protest. “I already told you, Nemuri; not interested in fuckin’ someone I barely know.”

Nemuri puckers her lips at you, giving you a scowl. “Leave her be, ‘Muri,” Mic chuckles, wrapping his arms around the both of you. “You know her heart is set on another.” He and Nemuri begin to pucker their lips at you, moving to kiss your cheeks.

“Cut it out!” you laugh, slapping them away. “I don’t want your drunk ass kisses either!”

“I don’t know why you don’t just talk to the guy, babe,” Mic chuckles, already on his fifth shot of the night. “He’s really not that bad! He’s just extremely shy and doesn’t have that much experience with talkin’ to women. If he happens to meet one, it’s usually just a hookup.”

You wither at his words, silently drinking your cocktail. You don’t want to be just a hookup to Aizawa if you ever managed to get that far with him. But those changes are slim to none since he barely speaks to you. The most you ever get out of him is a “good morning” or a “see you tomorrow”.

You’ve been working at UA for six months now and you barely know anything about him except for the fact that he’s pro-hero Eraserhead, he’s fine as fuck, and all his students love him like a dad, even calling him “Dadzawa” which you think is utterly adorable. You’d love to know what’s underneath that stoic expression and intense eyes, but Aizawa purposely keeps to himself and barely speaks to anyone.

Despite this knowledge, your body still quivers at the memory of those damn eyes setting dead on you. Then you just feel stupid. You know that you and Aizawa could never date. It’s just not in the cards for you right now, with your job as a counselor and your “nightly activity”.

So when is this stupid crush going to end?

“Oh, wow,” Mic suddenly says. He’s on his phone, scrolling through Apple News. “Look at this!” he excitedly says, practically shoving his phone in your face. “Can you believe this shit? Street crime has been down more than 50% in the past few months. More than it's been in the last five years!"

Nemuri glances at you, a knowing smirk on her face. You flush with pride and do your best to bite back a smile as you match Mic’s astonishment. “Wow, them underground pros must be workin’ hard, plus the night patrols.”

As if not wanting you to be blue over this weird ass man the entire night, one of your favorite songs comes on too. You take Nemuri and Mic’s hands in yours. “C’mon’ let’s go dance.” Nemuri squeals and practically drags you to the dance floor, Mic following close behind you. The music is good tonight, the DJ playing mostly hip hop, transitioning between 90s tunes and modern stuff.

The alcohol you consumed gives you the confidence to dance the night away, your hips swaying and ass bouncing in time with the different beats. You’re well aware you’re catching eyes from many different people out on the floor, pros or not, and it fills you with the sense of confidence and sexiness Nemuri must feel every time she walks out of the house. As you dance under the strobe lights, sweating out your makeup and braids, you feel like you could take someone home if you wanted to. Who needed Aizawa? He had no idea what he was missing.

That intoxicating feeling doesn’t let up for a moment, even as the night comes to an end hours later. It is about 11 PM when you, Nemuri, and Mic finally depart outside the club. “Thanks for inviting me,” you say, hugging Nemuri. “You sure he’s gonna be okay?”

You nod at a very drunk and sleepy Mic who has his arm slung over Nemuri’s shoulders, his head lulling. “He’ll be fine,” she giggles, wrapping an arm around his waist. “He thinks he’s a steel bull when it comes to shots, this one.” She laughs at Mic’s light mumbling as he sings the lyrics of a Beyoncé song. “Where are you about to go now?” She asks, shifting her weight in her heels to accommodate Mic’s.

“Where do you think?” You playfully ask, giving her a wink before you begin to strut away from her at the club down the street. “Just be careful!” You hear Nemuri call after you.

You turn to her, seeing her concerned gaze, and you give her a reassuring smile. “Don’t I always?” You laugh, blowing her a kiss before turning around and strutting away back to UA just as Nemuri and Mic get into the Lyft she called beforehand. But you know you can be faster.

You don’t stop moving until you’re finally behind a nearby building to a jewelry shop. You turn to look in the glass window at the woman staring back at you standing in her leather jacket, skinny jeans, and sequin top. With a slow exhale leaving your nostrils, the reflection of the woman vanishes, now replaced with a teeny, tiny, black cat.

To anyone who was to walk through this alley, all they would see is a stray walking the streets. But only you know the truth.

Though the streets are empty and quiet at this time of night, you can’t be too careful, so you decide to take the rooftops, jumping from one building without a care in the world to the next with your heightened agility and senses. All sounds of Musutafu at night–the chirping of birds; the drilling machinery of constructing workers in the streets; the honking of traffic; the occasional bark of dogs–drift to your ears, making them twitch. Everything in your sight is ten times as close, even the farthest tree where you can clearly see a couple going at it in the park.

It only takes you ten minutes you get back to UA, faster than Nemuri and Mic. You hurry across campus to the faculty dorms and jump onto the trunk of a nearby cherry blossom tree. Your claws immediately shoot out and stick into the bark, allowing you to climb up the tree with no problem.

You then creep along the long branch that stretches right to the window of your dorm that you keep cracked specifically for you–just enough for you to slide through. When you’re finally inside the clean, dark apartment, you quickly shift back into your human form (clothes still intact) and proceed to hurry to your closet.

You open it, your eyes falling on the black box pushed to the back behind your shoes. Trembling with excitement, you pull the box out and look inside where your hero’s outfit, complete with fingerless gloves, knee-high boots, and a mask, sits inside. “Hey, baby,” you coo, taking out the mask. It’s simple and black with two cat ears popping out of the top to protect your ears. You slip the mask over your head before putting on the rest of your gear.

The black leather bodysuit stretches across your skin and accentuates the curve of your ass, the fullness of your breasts, and the best parts of your body. Decorated along your front, back, and thighs are silver, glitter-coated slashes to appear like claw tears. You thought that was a cute touch. The back isn’t tight enough on your backside to hurt your tail, but you don’t like it out when you’re fighting. It’s too risky since you know your opponents could pull on it.

The mask covers the top half of your face, making you feel like a stranger as you stand in your mirror, admiring yourself. The knee-high boots are high enough to make you feel sexy, but low enough for you to kick ass or run if need be. But half the time, you’ve got the running thing covered with your cat form.

With a smile on your glossy lips, you admire the sexy woman standing in the mirror in front of you. The Night Claw. Musutafu’s newest and cutest nighttime vigilante. And your alter ego–one that you’ve secretly had for months now after starting UA.

“Time for some trouble,” you purr. With another inhale, you transform back into your cat form. You stretch, arching your back and yawning, before jumping up on the window and then leaping from the ledge.

You praise yourself when you hit the ground on all fours. Then, with a happy meow and a blink of your yellow eyes, you race out into the night, yowling happily as you do, for another night of excitement.

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[randomgoosegame]

Brat

Request - dom aizawa x brat reader please💞

Warnings/ disclaimers - bondage, brat taming, aizawa leaves reader tied up, unprotected sex

It was late and you wake up to an empty cold bed. You huff and go looking for Aizawa who was supposed to be asleep beside you. You found him in the living room sitting on the floor hunched over a pile of papers.

"Aizawa baby come back to bed." You yawn and wrap your arms around his shoulders and lean against his back. He humms in acknowledgment but didn't make any sign of moving.

"I have to finish this by tomorrow kitten." You pout and sit on the floor next to him.

"But Aizawa-" You began but was cut off by him.

"No. Go to bed ill be there in a little bit. Im almost done." Aizawa sighed and kissed the top of your head.

"Well- if your almost done then ill stay with you till then." You smile and snuggle up into his side.

"Fine, just don't cause any trouble." Aizawa huffed a bit hiding a small smile.

You quickly grew bored listening to papers shuffling and decide to take action. You start of small, only nuzzling into his side or caressing his thigh.

"You better stop or your going back to the room." Aizawa said brushing your hand off his thigh. You pout and lay down on the ground next to him. Aizawa went back to grading papers and you bit your lip watching him.

"Stop staring." He said not even sparing you a glance.

"There's nothing else to do!" You huffed.

"Then go to bed." He snorted and started another paper.

"Shoutaaa." You groan climbing into his lap. He sighed loudly and finally looked at you. His eyes were narrowed and threatening but you didn't care.

"Y/N if you don't knock it off right now you'll be begging for me to even touch you." He warned. Despite your instincts telling you to listen you chose not to.

"What do you think im doing now." You huff with a smile and cross your arms pushing down the excitement that was fluttering in your stomach and spilling to your heat. Aizawa rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes tightly. Your smile dropped and you placed a hand on his cheek.

In a flash you were pinned to the floor on your stomach. You let out a surprised yelp and wiggled your body against Aizawa's. He swatted your ass harshly making you whimper.

"Now if you would have waited like I told you I would have been done by now and we would be in bed." He hissed in your ear pressing his body against your back making you immobile.

"But im bored." You whined grinding your hips as best you could agenst Aizawa's and moan feeling his bulge press into your clothed core.

"Does it look like i care? Your being a brat and brats don't get rewarded." Aizawa lifted you from the ground and carried you back to your shared bedroom before tossing you on the bed. You bit your lip in anticipation and watched as he shuffled around the room.

Coming back to you, Aizawa was holding two silky red ropes and used one to tied your hands to the headboard. You smile up at him but his face remained emotionless and calm. Aizawa kissed your forehead and climbed off the bed twords the door.

"W-were are you going?" You say in a panic watching him open the door. Aizawa turned to you with a smirk.

"I have some work I need to finish." He chuckled and walked out the door leaving you tied to the bed. You struggle with the restraints but they didn't budge. You tied to wiggle out of them but that only made them tighter.

Eventually when Aizawa returned you glared at him as he closed the door behind him. He slowly moved around the room to the bed and took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. You can faintly see how hard he was seeing you sprawled out and tied to the bed.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked reaching for the rope. You nodd eagerly hoping he would untie you but he just pulled on them to make sure they were secured.

"Use your words kitten." He growled narrowing his eyes at you.

"Y-yes Shouta." You whimper.

"Good." Aizawa climbed on the bed and ran his hands up and down your thighs, avoiding the place you wanted him most. You squirm searching for any kind of stimulation but stop when Aizawa slapped your thigh.

"On second though.... I don't think you have." He muttered.

"N-no please! Ill be good i promise!" You cried out desperately. Wordlessly Aizawa flipped you onto your stomach. You can feel him shift around on the bed and you jump when he starts to pull down your panties.

"The thing is, i don't think you mean that." He said slowly and delivered a strike to your ass. You yelp and pull on the restraints but it doesn't help as he delivers another blow to the other cheek.

"Shouta please!" You cried out and tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Relentlessly Aizawa strikes your ass and only switches cheeks every other slap. Aizawa eventually stoped and massaged your ass to sooth the redness.

"Mmm I think you know now." Aizawa flipped you back over and kissed away your tears. He hummed and felt up your body, squeezing your thighs, hips and breasts.

"So pretty." Aizawa hummed kissing and sucking on your neck. You moan and tilt your head to give him more room.

Aizawa peeled off your (his) shirt and played with your breasts. He popped your left nipple in his mouth and swirled it around. You moan and pull on the rope.

You buck your hips to grind against his clothed member. Aizawa groaned and pinned your hips to the bed with his free hand.

"Shouta don't tease its not fare." You pout.

"Be patient I wanna take my time." He hummed and switched to playing with your right nipple. You whine and arch your back into his touch.

Aizawa pulled away from your chest looking at the marks he made on your chest. He hummed in approval and slowly slid your panties down your legs. You kick them off making Aizawa roll his eyes at your desperateness.

Aizawa slid down your body and settled himself between your thighs. He kept your legs pinned to the bed and spread them to get a good look at your arousal. He blew lightly on it and you whimper trying to wiggle away but was not permitted to by the tight grip on your thighs.

Aizawa decided to take pity on you and he licked a fat strip up your cunt. You moan softly and bite your lip watching him between your legs. Aizawa shoved his tongue into your entrance and he sucked harshly. Your moans and whimpers drowned out the erotic sound of him slurping up your arousal.

You begin to feel the familiar warmth pooling into your stomach and you moan pulling at the restraints, desperately trying to touch Aizawa. Aizawa hummed and thrusted his tongue in and out of you. His nose nudged at your clit and you moan feeling your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"Shouta don't stop im so close." You moan loudly. Aizawa hummed and pulled away right before you could succumb to your climax.

"I should stuff that noisy little hole before you get us in trouble with the neighbors again." Aizawa said narrowing his eyes at you. You frown at him with wide eyes, ignoring the butterflies you feel thinking about what he would stuff your mouth with.

Aizawa takes the other rope and covers your eyes with it and secures it behind your head. You pout your lips but Aizawa kisses it away. You giggle as his fingertips run along your body tickling you slightly. But then he was gone, you couldn't feel or see him.

"Shouta?" You frown your brows worried he might have left you alone again.

"Im still here." You hear him from your left. You gulp nervously trying to strain your ears to hear him.

You feel him climb back on the bed and settle between your thighs once more. Your body buzzes in anticipation and you bite your lip. You jump feeling pressure on your entrance. You wiggle your hips but yelp as you feel a strike on your thigh.

"If you make a noise ill leave you here and you wont cum at all." You feel Aizawa breathe on your ear. You nod bitting your lip.

The pressure on your entrance grew untill the object entered you. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood as you suppress a moan when the object started to vibrate.

You squirm as the vibrations grow in strength. You jump feelings hands on your tits squeezing and groping your fleshly mounds. Your climax rapidly approaches and your legs shake. You cum around the vibrator and your body thrashes around at the intensity of it.

The vibrator didn't turn off and you struggled to keep quiet. Aizawas hands move off your breasts and you felt him untie your hands. Aizawa rubbed your red wrists and kissed them.

"You can speak now kitten." Aizawa removed your blindfold and you blinked rapidly adjusting to the dimly lit room. You whine loudly feeling another orgasm coming on.

Aizawa chuckled and kissed you. His tongue lapped at your lower lip and you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss. You cried out as you came again and wrapped your arms around Auzawa.

"Mmm you did so good kitten." Aizawa untangled your arms from him and removed the vibrator from your quivering cunt. You sigh and curl up sleepily.

"What are you doing?" Aizawa said tilting his head at you. You looked over at him with wide eyes.

"B-but-" Aizawa narrowed his eyes at you. Aizawa climbed between your legs and rested on his forearms. You snuggled your head into Aizawa's chest and wrap your arms around his midsection.

"You didn't think we were done did you?" Aizawa hummed brushing your hair back and out of your face.

"No..." You say reluctantly and lean back away from Aizawa's chest. He rubbed your thigh and helped guide his cock to your entrance. You whimper as his tip pushed through your folds and then into your pussy.

Aizawa breathed sweet praises in your ear as he bottomed out. You whimper from the overestimation and tighten your hold around him.

"So tight and hot kitten." Aizawa groaned and started to lazily thrust his hips into yours. You moan as he brushed your cervix.

"S-shouta." You moan louder as he sped up his thrusts. Aizawa moaned in your ear, feeling your walls grip and spasm around him. He knew you were close even before you did, his hips now snapping into you harshly.

"Cum for me Y/N." Aizawa nipped at your ear and starts sucking bruises into your neck. You moan and climax for the 3rd time that night.

Aizawa moaned as you tightened around him, also triggering his own climax. His hips stuttered as he shot hot ropes of cum into you. You both stayed there for a moment basking in the post orgasm afterglow.

Aizawa kissed your head and pulled out making you whine at the loss of fullness. He chuckled and pulled you close to his chest.

"You alright?" He asked rubbing your back.

"Yeah." You say sleepily. Aizawa smiled and wrapped his arms around you as you fell asleep.

#aizawa x reader #my hero acadamia #fluff and smut #aizawa x y/n #mha aizawa #fanfic #aizawa shouta #aizawa smut #boku no hero acedamia #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero smut #my hero academia smut

[aizawasbae1]

back with another smut, but this time with my man omg 😩😩😩 AIZAWA SMUT, well it’s barely smut tbh

Shouta Aizawa x !fem reader, jealousy stuff, cliff hanger? one shot(sorry yall) race neutral(no i don’t got him pulling hair for my black girls out there🥰) choking kink? spanking?

You and Aizawa sat on the couch watching some show. Even though it was one of those rare occasions where Shouta had a day off, you still found yourself staring at your phone in boredom. Of course you wanted to spend time with your man but this shit was to fucking boring. After skimming through your phone, you find yourself on Instagram. Your phone had been getting a lot of notifications lately, not a surprise for how fine you were but Shouta noticed too. “Is it Instagram again?” His low husky voice filled the room. “Yeah, this is more than usual tho…” You said slowly scrolling through your notifications. Take in mind, you were sitting in between Shouta’s legs where he can clearly see your phone. Unknowingly, you clicked on some random account who happened to be a man. In your defense, he was liking and commenting on all your posts.

“Who’s that?” Shouta whispers in your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Boy get out my ear, and I don’t know it’s random.” I said, rubbing my ear. Shouta suddenly took your phone, but very calmly. You weren’t scared, you had nothing to hide. Wait, maybe those times you were thirsting over celebrities but it was completely harmless. “Mmmm, he comments on almost all your posts and he’s the first one too.” Shouta said finally. You just nodded your head. You turned to face Shouta noticing he was visibly annoyed. “You okay my love?” You ask. He nods his head and gives you your phone and turns back to the Tv.

“Shoutaaa, what’s wrong?” You whine. “There’s nothing wrong.” He says. Classic him, if he’s jealous he should just say that. “Okay fine.” You say getting up. “I’m gonna shower, wanna get in with me?” You ask lustfully. He denies your offer and even shoos you. You scoff and walk to the shower.

When you got out of the shower you noticed Shouta wasn’t in the living room. “Shouta!” You yell trying to get his attention. No answer. Look at this grown ass man being petty. And people swear he’s the mature one. You go in the room and to your surprise he was standing there with his arms crossed. You laugh at the sight since it caught you off guard but he wasn’t amused. “What’s funny?” He asks. You try to catch your breath from laughing so hard and finally say “you just caught me off guard standing there.”

“Does that man on your phone make you laugh this hard too?” He asks, still unamused. Honestly by now you didn’t realize how serious he was. “What?” You ask giggling. Aizawa approaches you, grabbing your neck very lightly. You were surprised by the sudden turn of events but you were… intrigued. “I bet you wondered how hard he could fuck you.” Shouta whispered in your ear. Oh he’s talking about that insta guy. You, being a brat, decided to feed into this, you’d been bored and horny. “You’re right, I wondered how hard it would be for me to walk the next day.” You whispered back. You saw his vein pop out in his neck. He’s so cute when he’s jealous.

He shoved you into the wall and pulled your underwear off. Revealing your already soaked pussy. Kind of embarrassing that just his touch got you on water park. “You’re this wet thinking about this other guy huh?” He said, while kissing your neck. You let out a soft moan from his touch. “Is that a yes?” He asked. You stood quietly, not even paying attention to what he’s saying. You just wanted more of your man’s touch. A loud slap echoed the room causing you to yelp. Spanking? You looked at him, “I asked you a question [y,n]” He spat. Not even remembering the question you nod your head yes. “Oh yeah? Are you this wet because of him?” He asks. You roll your eyes, “If I wanted that guy I wouldn’t be here letting you kiss on me.” You say. Another slap across your ass, “do you think you’re in any position to give me an attitude?” He whispers. “I can do whatever I want.” You said. That pushed him off the rails. He was used to this bratty behavior, but was more annoyed since he was actually jealous.

He pushes his hair back, looking sexy as ever. “Get on the bed, and don’t make me repeat myself.” He demanded. Your pride just couldn’t let you get on the bed, being ordered by someone else and obeying just isn’t you. You decided to play around and slowly walk to the bed. Staring at Shouta every step of the way. “I’m gonna count to three, and if you aren’t on the bed by then, say goodbye to cumming tonight.” He said sternly. “1…” You were an inch from getting on the bed, but you suddenly reached for the nightstand. You giggle to yourself. “2…” Still not on the bed. “[y,n] if i get to three and your ass still not on that bed you’re really not gonna cum today.” He threatened. “I can hold back some more” You thought to yourself.

“3…” He finally said. Yasss, being manhandled was such a turn on. He sighed and walked out the room. “Wait what the fuck?” You said out loud . He sat back on the coach and turned the TV on. You walked in front of him, confused of course. Why is he not dicking me down right now? “You thought I'd give you what you want right?” He asked. He chuckled to himself, “looks like I spoil my princess too much.” What the actual fuck is going on. “Even if I told you to get on your knees and suck me dry, that’s something you’d enjoy that too.” He said, smirking. Of course you’d enjoy it, you give good head. “No, I hate sucking dick so much.” You said. Embarrassing how you try to bluff your way into some dick but you gotta do what you gotta do. He chuckled again, “do you now, okay i’ll keep that in mind.”

“OMG why are you teasing me?!!!!” you said plopping on his lap facing him. He smiled at you. “You think i should fuck you senseless after how jealous you made me?” He asked, kissing your neck. You grabbed his hands and put them on your ass. “Okay so don’t fuck me, make love to me like you usually do.” You whispered. You felt him throb, he enjoys this as much as you do. He sighs, “don’t expect me to hold back.” He gripped your butt and kissed you. You smiled at the action. “Let me make sure you can’t even think of another man.” He said, as he picked you up and took you to the room. *wink*

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[vs-redemption]

Yay requests are open ahsja-

Can I request Aizawa with an easily embarrassed reader? Like they've been together for a while but forehead kisses or little displays of affection have them blushing like crazy still

From Cindy: Today’s the day I finally felt soft enough to write this, and I think it turned out VERY soft. Hopefully this isn’t too sappy for you anon. And sorry for the wait!

Sunset (Aizawa x GN!Reader)

It was one of those rare evenings where your boyfriend Aizawa had finished his teaching duties early and wasn’t scheduled for any night patrols in the city. Your heart skipped a beat as soon as you received his text asking if you’d be free to do something together. Several months had already passed since he’d asked you to be with him officially, but the thought of spending time with him still filled your stomach with butterflies. He always worked so hard, and you wondered how he even managed to have the energy to dote on you the way he did. His kindness seemed inexhaustible and he never failed to make you feel like you were the most important person in his life.

As you prepared for his arrival, you wondered if he had anything particular in mind for you both. Outings with Aizawa were usually quite relaxed and easygoing, but you really looked forward to each and every one nonetheless. Sometimes his dates weren’t outings at all, and you simply curled up on the sofa, enjoying each other’s company while watching some random movie or talking about anything at all until one of you finally gave in and slipped into dreamland. The memory of the first time he’d fallen asleep with his head on your shoulder instantly brought a warmth to your cheeks. He’d looked so comfortable and at peace in your company that you couldn’t help but fall a little bit more in love with him whenever you thought about it.

“Hey love,” his hand comes up to brush his knuckles softly against your face once he shows up. “You up for a little walk?”

He’d only just arrived and he already had you filled with a giddy excitement. The heat in your cheeks grows stronger at his affectionate greeting, and you nod your head eagerly. You could see tiredness in his eyes, but he insists he’s fine when you offer to stay in and rest instead. He laces his fingers with yours, offering a soft smile before leading you out to some mystery destination.

“I missed you today,” his voice is steady but you know without a doubt that his words are genuine. Aizawa wasn’t the type of person to say things like that unnecessarily. He always meant everything he said.

“I missed you too,” you reply, glancing over at him just in time to see the pleased expression on his face. You wondered if you were really on his mind as much as he was on yours. A scene bloomed in your imagination of his mind wandering to thoughts of you during free moments when his students didn’t require his attention.

After a few minutes of walking, Aizawa directs you both into a small park. There was a narrow path that led through a small field and past a playscape for the neighborhood children to play on. Most people were just arriving home now though, getting started on homework or preparing dinner for their family, so the park was empty for the most part. Aizawa takes the chance to slip his fingers out of yours and wrap his arm around your waist to pull you even closer.

“Shouta,” his name falls from your lips shyly and he tilts his head towards you with a playful smile.

“What?” his tone was teasing. “I don’t want you to get cold once we get closer to the water.” He gestures out in front of you where the field gives way to a sandy beach. The dirt path beneath your feet ends at a set of wooden stairs leading up to a rickety boardwalk that looked out over the water. “I thought we could watch the sunset together.”

You suck in a breath and feel your heartrate pick up. Outwardly, Aizawa didn’t seem like much of a romantic, but when he did things like this with you it really made you see him in a different light. Knowing that you were the only person who got to see this side of him made it even more special. You cast your eyes down to your feet, feeling flustered and a little speechless. You hear him chuckle before the feeling of his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your hip catches your attention.

“Afterwards we can get some take out and relax at home if you want,” his suggestion sounded perfect and you nod your head, already looking forward to the warmth and safety of being cuddled up to him on the sofa.

“That would be really nice,” you tell him as he steers you both toward the railing to look out at the water. The sun was already starting to sink behind the waves, casting a reddish orange glow over the scene in front of you. “Wow, it’s so beautiful. This was such a great idea, thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he promises sweetly, his hand traveling up to your shoulder to pull you into his side. “I love spending time with you like this.” The loving words have you turning and hiding your face against him and he chuckles again. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead, embarrassing you even further.

“Shoutaaa.” You mumble his name again, voice muffled.

“I’m sorry,” he sounds amused but you know there’s some real emotion in his words. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You don’t,” you assure him, finding the courage to meet his eyes so he knows that you’re serious. “I just… love you so much that I get overwhelmed sometimes.”

The look on his face as he processes what you’d said holds nothing but pure affection. He tightens his hold on you and smiles.

“I hope you know that I love you just as much,” he takes you by surprise by winking quickly. “Maybe even more.” Heat rushes to your face once more and you fight the urge to bury your face back into his side. Instead, you take a deep breath to calm your nerves and turn back to admire the sunset which was slowly changing into soft pinks and purples over the water. Even if your boyfriend made your heart flutter so much in powerful moments like this, you knew you wouldn’t trade them for anything else in the world.

Aizawa taglist: @clovertitan @raine-needs-help @lucacangettathisass @lea2107-foxsin @tiaraowens

#Aizawa x Reader #Shouta Aizawa x Reader #Bnha x reader #mha x reader #shouta aizawa #bnha #mha #Cindy's Writing

[mypimpademia]

hi!! i absolutely loved the "i like ya cut g" hc (i think its a hc, my tumblr lingo is terrible so forgive me) and i was thinking, could i request the same idea for mirio, kirishima, and aizawa? thank you very much!! remember to take breaks and stay hydrated!!

Mirio x reader, Kirishima x reader, Aizawa x reader

TW: Swearing

Note: I'm glad you like it, and yes it is hc lmfao. And I will, thank you💖

Mirio still has his quirk for this one

Taglist: @myhoodacademia @bnhainthewoo @iiminibattlehero @ecao @v-vpluto @cheerfulpeople1234 @strawberry-ice @mixxfi @renzai @liltodo @deepsleepysheep @wolfkid22 @mythiccheroacademia @soy-diablito @myfandemons @melanimed

MIRIO

The idea of doing it had been at the back of your head for a good while

You were gonna do it when you first thought of it

But you honestly felt kinda bad💀

You weren't gonna seriously hit him of course

It was for a tiktok

And hes beefed up as shit so you doubt that even if you did hit him hard that it'd actually hurt him badly

But Mirio is just a sweet lil ray of sunshine so you just felt bad

But eventually, you got over it, because he probably wouldn't care too much and would laugh it off

So there you are, standing a few feet behind your wonderful boy, phone in hand, and about to do something you'd probably feel bad about if it went even a little south

He was sitting on the couch just scrolling through is phone, you had the perfect opening to hit his neck

So you went for it

You hit play, and took the moment of silence to walk up to him

'I like ya cut g.'

You expected to feel your palm make contact with his neck, followed by a sharp slapping noise

But you didnt

Why you asked?

Because this man is too damn smart and activated his quirk

So your hand just went straight through him

Mirio turned around and looked at you, smiling just as widely as always.

"Nice try, Sunshine.😀"

KIRISHIMA

Like I said... Denki does it, so he knows what it is

He thinks its funny tbh

He wouldn't do it to you though because he'd never hit you

So again... you felt really bad doing this 😭

You guys play fight every now and then, but he usually sees it coming since its gradual

This was gonna be entirely out of the blue

But plus, he wouldn't get angry since Denki already does it. Plus, youre you and youre like one of his favorite people

So you stood behind your boyfriend while he sat on his gaming chair, headset on but one off his ear

It wasn't abnormal for you to mess with him a little while he was playing, he actually thought it was cute

Poke his cheek, kiss all over his face, sit on his lap, anything

But this time was different, simply because it wasn't affectionate

So you took a deep breath, and hit play, using the moment of silence to wind your hand back

'I like ya cut g.'

SMACK

Eiji didn't move for a second, blinking, needing to process what the hell just happened

Then he turned around, an extremely confused expression on his face

And even more confused when he saw you

"Babe??? What was that for???"

You honestly were laughing because his confusion was funny

"It was for TikTok, I didn't hit you too hard, did I Eiji?"

He ended up smiling 🥺

"Not at all baby, can I see the video though?"

You posted it then showed it to him, and Denki and Sero must've overheard since Eijiros mic was still on

You all got a good laugh out of it, and Eijiro wasn't mad at you at all and found it amusing

However, this did prompt denki into screaming into his mic

"I LIKE YA CUT G."

AIZAWA

Most definitely not one of the best things you could do to this man while dating him

Or to him in general...

You knew Shoutas reaction wouldn't be a positive one, but you just wanted to see what his reaction would be

He didn't even know what the trend was, he doesn't even pay attention to social media

Shouta is one of those people that mispronounces social platform names like they weren't made when he was a teen

So he honestly doesn't know what most trends are and if he does its from his students (especially denki, jirou, sero, and mina)

As funny as it would be to make it into a TikTok, you knew that'd be crossing the line with him

So you were just gonna do it as a little joke

Shouta was grading papers at the kitchen table

And you often didn't bother him when he did so unless it was to help him or ask a quick question

So you just strolled up and...

"I like ya cut g."

SMACK

Shouta remained looking down for a moment, before whipping his head around to glare at you

His eyebrow was twitching, and the vein in his forehead bulged

As much as you loved him, seeing him like this because of a silly joke you did was kinda funny so you started laughing

This prompted Shouta to go back to work, opting to ignore you

"Shouta, come on, I was just messing around."

No response.

"Shoutaaa."

He was so petty about it and ignored you for a full day🙄

You didn't get so much as a glance from him till he got home from work the next day

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[officalaizawa003]

(Bottom mic) Was being a tease

After teaching that bratty class 1-A i need coffee....Aizawa sighed happily at the thought of warm coffee giving him the energy he needed to finish grading those papers. He was so close to the teachers lougne when he heard those words, "Please shouta! Im horny!" Aizawa stopped dead in his tracks. There was only one person bold enough to whine like that in his ears. Blush filled his face. Come on just a few feet away! He started booking in when he got slammed into a wall and pinned. Mic whined, "Shoutaaa please fuck me~" Mic was indeed horny and hard as fuck. He wanted shouta the momment he got a "good morning" text from his boyfriend. Aizawa looked at his best friend. He didnt have his speaker on. Aizawa hated that... he pulled him close and whispered "Why would I fuck you when you cant even follow the rules. Only I get to see you with your speaker off!" Aizawa bit harshly into mics neck, giving him love bites all over. "Whats the m-ngh~ matter? You dont want me?~" "

Of course I do...I want to kiss you all over and fuck you into the matress but not at school..." is what aizawa wanted to say. But what aizawa did was...walk away, leaving mic horny for the rest of the day. After all he did break a rule. And aizawa couldnt let him slide.

#eraserhead #erasermic #aizawa shouta #present mic #yamada hizashi #erasermic smut

[finnsucks23]

My boi Alpha Aizawa with a virgin omega? He's trying so hard to not destroy her and to be gentle, and she's just laying there all innocent and cute and stuff lol (I said 'and' 4 times btw)

A/N: I'm- 🥵🥵🥵 thank you for this anon!

Pairing: Alpha!Aizawa x Omega!Virgin!F!Reader.

Warnings: 18+ Content, Slight!Grooming, Loss of Virginity, Unsafe Sex, Ect.

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The way he praised you was something you had never experienced before, of course you had been looking for approval your entire life from your superiors and parents, but this?

This was much better.

"Such a pretty little Omega..." The raven haired man sighed, keeping your thighs pushed apart as you twitched and writhed. The silver scars that littered his body kept you distracted as you tried not to focus on the fact that his tongue was lapping at your core.

Your heart wrenched at the realization that he was quite experienced in the art, it made you sad in a way you couldn't explain.

You were a just college student who happened to cross his path as you wandered into his favorite cat cafe in town. You two ended up getting along extremely well, and decided to become friends after he approached you.

It was a bit strange to others, seeing such a young and beautiful woman (who had just turned twenty years old) hanging around a thirty year old man who looked as rough as ever.

It was all innocent at first on your behalf, that's what Shouta told himself.

After all, you were just a small little thing who had no ill intent, you just weren't aware of how close you were to your cycle when you wandered into his apartment.

When you smelled his pheromones, because he was an Alpha, it immediately sent you into heat.

You didn't understand what was happening, of course you started nesting around age fifteen like every other Omega, but you were never really sent into heat because you had been put on suppressants by your parents.

You just recently stopped taking them because you feared they had made your hormones go off the charts.

You had been very wrong.

"Shoutaaa~" you pulled on his hair as he struck something within you that had you quivering, you were so close, but you didn't want to get off like this.

"Please-" you choked out, making him pull away from your clenching pussy. He hovered above you, sighing at the tears that gathered in your eyes as you looked away from him.

"Please what, Y/n? Tell me what you want." He smiled, pushing the hair out of your face that stuck with sweat.

You looked like a wreck, and that's how he wanted you.

Ever since he first smelled your scent, he knew he wanted to destroy your innocence. Did he feel guilty? Of course he did. He didn't deserve this, he felt like you were something untouchable.

Yet here he was, touching you.

"I just want you, Shouta. All of you... please?" You reached up and grabbed a strand of his hair, staring into his eyes so lovingly that he could've just cum right then and there.

Your words made him shiver, he couldn't help but buck his hips forward as you ran your fingers from his hair down his neck in feather light scratches.

You smiled at that, dragging your nails across his milky and scarred skin even more to get a reaction, and it absolutely turned him on even more.

With ease, Aizawa leaned forward, sliding his cokc up and down your folds to collect the slick from your gushing cunt.

His hair had dropped and tickled your nose, making you giggle as you gave him puppy dog eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck you kissed his lips softly.

"Just be gentle, don't hurt me too much." You worried your lower lip between your teeth, the older man only nodded as you closed your eyes and hid your face in his neck.

Shouta grabbed his cock, leaning towards you even more as the tip pressed to your tight entrance, he hissed as he began to sink in slowly and carefully.

You bit your lip, ignoring the stretching feeling as if he was tearing you apart, it felt so good in a uncomfortable way. You wanted more as you suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of pleasure.

"O-oh God..." you hissed through clenched teeth, without thinking, you gyrated your hips forward trying to gain some friction as his hot and heavy cock was settling inside your cunt.

"Oh fuck- don't do that little one, I won't be able to control myself." Aizawa snarled under his breath, you only whimpered, pressing your hips forward again.

"You feel so good-" you cried out, feeling his pelvic bone press lightly to your clit, it only made you ache for more contact.

"Please, please, give me more." You begged, whining as he pulled his head away from you. You looked up so see him supporting himself on his arms as they shook violently, it made your heart flutter watching how hard he was trying to hold himself back.

"Ah fuck. You are squeezing me so tight, I don't know how long I will last." He gave you a cocky smirk as he bit his lip, holding back his own sounds of pleasure.

"Don't hold back, fuck me as hard as you want, Erasure." You attempted to smile, but you watched his eyes flicker with something dark as he only chuckled.

"You asked for it, little Omega." He huffed, pulling away from you only to slam his hips forward with yours with a crushing thrust that made you choke on your own breath.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

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[hands-up-asking]

“Shoutaaa! Shō! You want a pic...-kle....?”  Aizawa did not want to try the ominous pickle. It did, however, time well with the quirk ending. Animalistic quirk! 12/12 Thank you so much for all the asks! :]

#bnha #mha #shouta aizawa #Aizawa shouta #Hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #erasermic #present mic #eraserhead #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

[purefrostbyte]

Aizawa - You Deserve Happiness Too Sensei   (Part 1)

Aizawa

Rating: Mature themes

Part 1

You Deserve Happiness Too Sensei

 It was no secret that Pro hero Eraser Head worked long hours. Teaching during the day, patrol and hero work at night and still having to look after a class of twenty reckless teenager took a lot out of the man. Today he may not have had patrol, but he had something significantly worse: A Hero Gala.

Aizawa was not one to dress up and attend fancy parties, but with the amount of stress he was under with school and work his best friend, Hizashi Yamada, thought it best that the man got a night to enjoy himself. He completely ignored the fact that if Aizawa was to have a night to enjoy himself it would be at home napping.

Aizawa was dressed in a crisp black suit, half his hair pinned up in a bun so that he looked more presentable. The Gala was filled with new and old heroes, even All Might although retired had come to the event. Aizawa nursed a glass of whiskey in his hand, leaning against a wall in a remote corner away from everyone else. His mind wondered, and he couldn’t help but imagine what chaos could be happening back at the dorms. He pinched the bridge of his nose before sighing deeply. “You know Sensei, most Pro heroes would be out enjoying their evening instead of mopping in a corner.”

Aizawa’s head shot up to lock eyes with the owner of the honey laced voice, face twisting into shock to see Y/n S/n, an old pupil of his from when he first started teaching, standing right in front of him. You wore a scarlet silk dress that clung to your form and had a silt up the right leg, he gulped inaudibly. You h/c locks were pinned back in a messy bun and although you had no other makeup your lips were painted a deep red that he couldn’t stop staring at.

“S/n,” he addressed, “Nice to see you again.” You smile bashfully, “It’s nice to see you too Sensei.” The formality made him raise a brow, “I haven’t taught you in years S/n, Aizawa is just fine.” You rolled your eyes playfully, though a small blush crept across your face, “Sorry, guess it’s a habit.”

Aizawa chuckled at you, before pushing off the wall towards you. You had always had a crush on your high school teacher, but you had kept it to yourself. After becoming a successful pro hero you had completely dove into your work and forgot about most other mundane things. “So what has you sighing and mopping in the corner Aizawa?” the way you said his name made a small shiver run his spine. "I got dragged here by Yamada, and I can’t help but wonder what chaos I will be going back to at the dorms.” He sighed. You smiled sweetly, “That’s right. UA has dorms now. I must say I was surprised when it was announced, isn’t that too much responsibility on you and the other staff?” You concern was endearing to him.

“Come’s with the territory of being a Pro hero and a teacher,” he explained, taking a sip of his whiskey. “What about you, what have you been up to all these years?” The way he asked had you subconsciously clenching your thighs. “You know just working at being a good pro hero, saving lives and all that.” You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, which Aizawa found adorable. “You’ve done very well, you were always my best student,” he wasn’t thinking about what he was saying, speaking from his emotions instead of logic.

If you were pink before, you were red now.

“Really?” you asked softly, Aizawa felt a pang of sadness. You had always held yourself such high stands, he was amazed when you often somehow achieved them. “I’ve never been one to lie about such things have I?” He asked and a small smiled cross your face, “…no.”

“SHOUTAAA!” a noisy blonde yelled as he approached his best friend, “You won’t believe what I found-,” he stopped when he saw you. “Oh my god, is that you Y/n? It’s been so long since you graduated, god you really made yourself a name kid, you won’t believe how proud Shouta was when he-“ Aizawa was now dragging the blonde away, profound blush across his cheeks. You could help but giggle before walking off to find your best friend Miriko.

“Will you ever shut up?” Aizawa hissed as he pull Yamada out of your ear shot. Yamada only smirked, “Come on Shouta, you had a crush on her since she was in second year, don’t even bother denying, and now here she is years later. Shoot your shot dude, what’s the worst that could happen? She had a crush on you too back then and-”Aizawa cut him off, “Exactly Hizashi, Back then. Not now.”

Yamada rolled his eyes, you stilled acted exactly how you did around Aizawa as when you had just first started UA. The only reason Aizawa had ever found out about your crush was when Yamada and Kayama had started making jokes and pointing it out. “Look dude, your my best friend so I’m saying this out of love. Stop being a pussy and go get her.” And with that Yamada walked away. Aizawa was shocked at his friend’s choice of words, guessing Yamada is finally fed up with how he refuses to allow any type of happiness in his life.

Aizawa scanned the room, you were currently laughing away with Pro heroes Miriko and Hawks. He briefly remembered an interview he read where it said you and Usagiyama were best friends. He watched as you laughed, maybe Yamada was right.

#aizawa shouta #bnha #aizawa sensei #aizawa x reader #aizawa smut

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Here, Kitty, Kitty (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Thank you all so, so, soooo much for the love on this story! I'll be writing some brand new shit soon! Stay safe! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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TEN.

When the next day comes, it brings with it some unseasonably warm weather that Aizawa feels when he wanders into the living room and finds you gone. 

He isn’t sure how you got out since the windows are locked, but he supposes that cats have their ways. He feels a twinge of disappointment at seeing you gone once again, but he knew that you would probably want to be outside and not cooped up in a dorm all day.

Plus, now that Eri has more hope that you’ll come home after your adventures, she seems much happier. Even when he wakes her up in time to get her ready to hang with Hitoshi before his classes begin, she is a giggly, upbeat little ball of energy. 

“Maybe she’ll bring back a present,” she happily says as she and Aizawa walk hand and hand across campus. “Or maybe she’s with other kitties! You think she’ll let us meet them, Daddy?” The way she looks up at him excitedly makes his heart clench. “If she trusts us enough and has friends, sure,” he chuckles. 

During the entire day of work, Aizawa is feeling pretty good, though one thing could make his day go a whole lot better: seeing you. He purposely has stopped by your office a few times when taking bathroom breaks just to see you, but every time he does, you’re never in. He thinks that maybe you just took off today or perhaps your hours are different this week.

Whatever it is, it’s none of his business, but he can't help the disappointment he feels at not seeing your pretty face or cute little ears. 

He has no idea why since he ends up becoming a rock-hard, blushing mess over them regardless. He doesn’t know how he was able to say even one coherent sentence to you while he and Eri were eating ice cream yesterday afternoon. Maybe Eri was the missing link. Or maybe the ice cream. It’s been proven chocolate works as an aphrodisiac. 

Aizawa can’t help but feel wistful about his conversation yesterday with you. It was all so amazing that it felt like a good dream to him–the easiness he felt speaking to you; the way such joy sparkled in your eyes; your musical laughs that he wanted to hear again and again; the way you engaged Eri that made him want to put a baby in you himself. It all felt so good. So right. He can't help but feel like that may never happen to him and you again. 

He’s just too damn anti-social. Too shy. Too awkward. What would he be able to say without Eri linking the two of you together? How can he speak to you, especially with those damn ears and that tail he wants to desperately stroke?

Where does he even begin to learn how to charm and woo a woman when he hasn’t had the urge to do so since high school? 

He knows just the person to talk about this with, so after the day is through and school is out, he and Mic take a trip to the faculty dorms’ private gym. They leave Eri in the kids’ section that Nezu specifically created for her and any other faculty members that may have a child. So far, she’s the only one occupying the space.

While Eri colors and sings along to the Little Mermaid playing on the TV overhead, Aizawa gives Mic the rundown on his dilemma as he does his bicep curls with some 16 lb dumbells. 

Mic is overjoyed as he does his cool-down stretches, his long legs splayed out in front of him. “Ah, I’m so glad you’re coming to me with this, Shouta!” he happily says, grinning at his friend. “We need to talk like this more! It’ll do you good to open up about your concerns and anxieties with the ways of women.” 

“Don't get used to it,” Aizawa grumbles, giving Mic a fixed stare from the bench. “I’m only tellin’ you because you’re the only one I semi-trust with this.”

Mic just laughs as he continues his cool-down stretches, pressing down onto his knees. “And I only wanna talk to her because she seems nice. I don’t want her to think I hate people or whatever.” 

Mic glances at him curiously. “But you do hate people.” 

Aizawa flushes as he bends forward, still doing his curls. “Well, yes, but she’s too nice to be all people,” he argues. “She actually gives a fuck about her job and the way she engaged in conversation with Eri was just…”

He trails off and smiles dreamily as his mind fills with visions of you and Eri together, in your own little world. The way you encouraged her to be her little bubbly, hyper self was the cutest shit he’d ever seen. You’d be a great mom, he knows…if you aren’t one already, that is. 

Something in Aizawa wilts at the possibility of someone having you–maybe a partner or a husband. You never talked about being married or dating, especially to him, so he knows thinking this way is stupid. But dammit, he just can’t help himself or these intrusive thoughts. Feeling eyes on him, he looks at Mic, finding a goofy, knowing grin on his face. “Stop lookin’ at me like that,” he growls. 

“Man, I don’t know why you don’t just admit that you like the girl!” Mic laughs, standing up and raising his arms, lean with muscle, high. “C’mon; she’s sweet, intelligent, loves kids, and has those cute lil’ cat parts. She’s your dream girl!”

Aizawa rolls his eyes, thinking his friend is just being overly dramatic as usual. “Just ask her out one day when she’s free. Simple as that!” 

Aizawa softly grunts as he lays the dumbbells down at his feet, giving his arms a break. “I don’t just ask people out,” he huffs, frustrated. “And I’m not askin’ her out, to begin with. I just want to have a conversation with her without feeling awkward. I want us to be strictly friends.” 

Mic just shakes his head pityingly at the professor. “Whatever you saaaay,” he sing-songs, obviously thinking differently. “But you should still ask her to lunch or something to get to know her if you don’t feel comfortable doing it around us in the break room.” He snaps his fingers, a lightbulb flicking in his head. “Maybe for some ramen! Everybody likes ramen, right?” 

“Who likes ramen?” you suddenly ask from the door. Aizawa nearly chokes on the water he’s chugging down when he spots you in a bright yellow sports bra and black yoga pants that should be illegal on you, especially with the way you cut out the back so your tail can breathe. It swishes happily at your ankles when you spot Mic.

“I thought I heard your voice,” you giggle. “I could hear you all the way down the hall.” You come farther into the room with a dufflebag and Hydroflask. 

As you do, your eyes fall onto Aizawa and your tail stops swishing. “Oh…sorry, I didn’t know you had company.” Aizawa’s mouth goes dry despite the water he just drank as he stares at you, forcing himself to not check you out. 

Mic snickers quietly, already gathering his shit. “No, come in!” he enthusiastically insists. “I was just getting ready to leave. Gotta grade papers now or else I’ll never get to ‘em. But you don’t worry your pretty ears; Shouta here is a great gym buddy.” He turns to Aizawa and gives him a wink. “See you two tomorrow!” he chirps before he practically rushes out of the gym. 

Aizawa makes a mental note to kill his friend and hide the body later. 

When you walk farther into the room, you barely spare him a glance. Though it pains him, he can’t exactly blame you because he keeps his eyes down at his feet too as he proceeds to finish his bicep curls. Out of his peripheral, he watches as you lay a yoga mat down from the row of shelves underneath the mirror sitting in front of you. You wipe it down with a sanitized wipe before kicking off your shoes, plugging in your earbuds, and getting right to the warm-up stretches. 

Aizawa can’t help but watch, noticing how flexible you are. The way you bend this way and that, your muscles moving with every pose, makes his cock grow embarrassingly hard in his sweats.

The air between you is tense and thick with something he can’t quite describe: Awkwardness? Definitely. Desire? Possibly, on his side. He just can’t help himself when he begins to acknowledge how good you look in yoga pants. 

He quickly looks away, instead opting to look towards the empty treadmills on the other side of the room. What he wouldn’t give to get a handful of your ass, squeeze and spank the firm yet soft cheeks, and stroke that tail that invades his nightly thoughts. Maybe you’d let him dig his fingers into the hole of your pants and rip it further, revealing the cute little panties hiding underneath. Or maybe you’d have none on at all. It would give Aizawa the perfect chance to pull those asscheeks apart and finally put his face in it as his tongue relishes the taste of your sweet, perfect, wet little– 

“Mind if I use these?” you ask, suddenly next to him. He nearly jumps, finding you pointing at the eight lb dumbbells that Mic left.

He finds his voice after swallowing the lump in his throat. “Go ahead; I’m not usin’ ‘em.” He hopes that sounded the least bit of kind. You smile in thanks though and silently take the dumbbells from the spot Mic left them in. 

He silently and sneakily watches as you begin to do your leg and glute workouts with some dumbbell lifts added in the mix: squats; lunges; kickbacks. All done right in his face. Do you know what you’re doing to him? Can you see the bulge growing in his sweats? Obviously not since your eyes are facing straight ahead, focusing strictly on your workout. 

‘Fuck this,’ he thinks, sexually frustrated. He isn’t going to resort to being a perv. Quickly, he puts his dumbbells down and walks out of range to the other side of the gym farthest away from you. He walks straight up to the pull-up bar where he left his duffle bag for a specific reason. He usually goes for either cardio or dumbbells first to get his arms warmed up before proceeding with the “real” workout. 

Aizawa takes his scarves out of his duffle and carefully wraps them around the pull-up bar, making sure to pull it tight enough so the scarves don’t unravel. Once finished, he wraps his fists up in each end of the scarves and begins to do his special arm exercises. 

He uses his scarves as one would use resistance bands to build their upper arm strength, doing warmups to get the blood flowing in his arms. He concentrates on his bicep and tricep curls, and wrist exercises to keep his arms limber yet controlled, sweat beginning to drip into his eyes from how hard he’s going into his workout. He is finally able to focus on something other than you. ‘Thank God.’ 

Feeling like his arms are warmed up enough, he grips his scarves into his fists and pulls himself up, his arms clenching from his full body weight. He straightens his arms and crosses one foot over the other as he straightens his back. He envisions himself on a tightrope, forcing himself to stay still despite his arms beginning to rest since they’re the only things holding him up. 

Grunting softly from the burn in his arm muscles, he relaxes his arms only to slowly flip backwards, his movements controlled from many years of training. He finally lands back on his feet, bending his knees slightly to avoid injuring himself. When he releases his scarves, his hands are red and his fingers ache from gripping them so tightly. He’s gotten used to that though. It is what comes with the pains of being a pro. 

“That was really cool,” you suddenly say from behind him in the mirror. Your eyes are trained straight on him, wide with astonishment.

He turns around, breathing heavily and wiping the sweat out of his eyes. “Sorry!” You blurt, looking ashamed at your staring. “I’ve just never seen anyone do that before. You work out with your scarves?” 

He notices the way your fluffy ears droop in embarrassment and he smirks to himself. “To keep myself familiar with ‘em,” he huffs before taking a sip of his water. “And to come up with new techniques. It never hurts to rehearse from time to time.”

He goes to take a seat on the floor to proceed with some push-ups, but as he does, a searing pain enters his lower back that makes him hiss. You stare on, concerned. “Just my back,” he reassures you. “Don’t worry about it.” The last thing he wants is for you to see him as old or decrepit. 

But his body betrays him once again as he tries to get into position, a sharp pain in his lower back stabbing him. “Ah, shit!” he swears, his hand immediately flying to his lower back to rub at the ache.

It doesn’t help at all. He must’ve not done as much stretching earlier as he’d hoped. He glances at you, expecting you to be laughing at him–the sight of Eraserhead suffering from back pain in his early 30s must be hilarious. 

But instead, you just look worried. “Maybe you should try this.” You slowly sit down in a crisscrossed position, your feet touching one another and lean forward so your back is straight and your chest is touching the floor. “This pose really helps with back pain. I do this as much as I can since I sit so much during work.” 

Aizawa hesitates slightly, not wanting you to pity him. But with the way your soft eyes are coaxing him to follow, he mirrors your position anyway. As he slowly leans forward to straighten his back, he can feel some of that tension and ache beginning to evaporate. You smile in approval.

“Now stretch your arms up overhead,” you instruct him, raising your arms up to the sky. He follows, doing his best to hide back a blush. He feels like a little kid following your every move. 

“Good; now place your hands on the floor and stretch your arms out as far as you can go in front of you. Don’t push yourself.” He follows you, raising his arms up before falling forward, his arms stretched out in front of him. He breathes deeply, allowing the stretches to do their work. He can feel the tension and aches in his muscles leaving him, his body recovering after his workout. 

“Feel good?” you ask, a smile in your voice. He hums in response, his eyes fluttering closed. “The butterfly position helps too! Looks like this.” He lifts from his position, finding you sitting upright with your hands holding your feet. Your knees begin to move up and down, mimicking those of a butterfly’s wings. 

Aizawa follows, feeling the stretch in his hamstrings and inner thighs. He raises an eyebrow at your smile like you’re trying to hold back a laugh. “You’re slouching,” you playfully giggle, rising from your seat to assist him. His heart begins to hammer in his chest as you kneel next to him. You’re so close. “May I?” you ask, giving him a soft, round-eyed look. 

He nods, unable to speak. You move behind him and place a tentative hand on his lower back. He nearly shivers at your touch. Your hand is so warm. He wants to feel your touch everywhere. Not to mention the scent of your shampoo. What is that? Coconut? It’s driving him insane. All he can think about is that scent being all over him after he’s done fucking you. 

“Just keep your back straight,” you utter, your breath fanning his cheek. “Grab onto your ankles for leverage if you need it.” Your voice is soft and inviting, coaxing him out of his comfort zone.

Swallowing harshly and forcing himself to not pop a boner, he does as you instruct: he straightens his back, puffs out his chest, presses his shoulders back, and grabs onto his feet. “Perfect!” you giggle, applauding him. “You’re a natural at this.” 

“So are you,” he blurts, his voice lower than normal. “A-At teaching, I mean.” You smile at the compliment as you rise to your feet. “I used to teach yoga on YouTube as a way to pay for school. I had a dream of opening up my own yoga studio, but I guess my calling was to be a counselor.” 

Aizawa commits the new info to his mental file cabinet on you. He can see you being a teacher in anything, knowing you’d do a good job with such a soft yet commanding aura. “I’ve been told my flexibility would make me a great hero,” you snicker, balling up your fists for a mock fight with him.

He chuckles, grunting as he stands. “It takes more than flexibility to be a hero.” 

You laugh at his statement, hands on your hips. “You say that even though you have back pain in your thirties,” you retort boldly, then flush with embarrassment when Aizawa raises a brow at you. “I read everyone’s birthday on the faculty birthday calendar.” 

Aizawa practically melts. Why the fuck do you have to be so goddamn cute? “Back pain or not, as a seasoned professional pro, I also have strength, both upper and lower, technique, and strict control over my quirk when it comes to hand-to-hand combat. You’ll need it when you’re fighting villains.” 

You cock your head to the side, a purse in your pouty, kissable lips. “Show me some of them techniques then,” you playfully challenge, crossing your arms over your chest. “Since you’re so seasoned and so sure I don’t have what it takes.” 

Aizawa cocks a brow at you, feeling a zing of electricity shoot through him at this newfound side of you–you’re so playful and sassy. It’s fucking hot. “Alright,” he sighs, “but you don’t complain when you twist a muscle.”

He begins to walk over to the right side of the gym which is known as the training portion of the room. Several punching bags and makeshift people made out of sandbags sit there, ready to be used by any seasoned or up-and-coming pro to train for missions and fights. 

Aizawa and you stand in front of a makeshift person, its head and body two heavy burlap sacks filled with sand. He turns to you, stepping into the roles of a trainer and sensei. “So, we’ll start with the basics. Start by facing your opponent and analyzing them.” 

You nod and turn to face the sandbag person, eyeing them up. He resists the urge to laugh at your cuteness. “If they have a quirk, what kind is it? Can you spot a weakness in it or your opponent’s body? Can you spot a pressure point perhaps? Maybe a place you can sink those claws into.” 

You glance at him, straight-faced. “Ha, ha,” you deadpan. "I don’t even have claws.” Aizawa thinks that’s a lie. He’d opt to find out in his bed (or yours; he ain’t too picky) while he’s balls deep inside of you and your hands are gripping his back. 

“So your opponent is coming at you,” he continues, willing the nasty thoughts away. “But you’re ready though. You’ll start by placing your foot on your least dominant side behind the foot on your dominant side.”

You do as he instructs, placing one foot behind the other. “Tilt your hips a little more so they’re angled to the side but facing me.” You attempt to do that as well, but can’t seem to angle your hips enough so they are parallel to your feet. A laugh in the form of a huff leaves his nostrils as he comes forward. 

“May I?” he asks, his eyes flicking up to yours. Silently, you nod. “Like this.”

He places his hands on your hips which is a horrible idea. Now his cock his throbbing, begging to be released from its prison in his sweats. Your skin is so warm from the slip of your stomach that he gets from your pants riding low on your waist. Your body is tense, but you don’t stop him as he twists your waist to face him and angles your hips so they are straight. 

“Now you’re gonna use your dominant leg to kick up and out, right at your opponent’s chest. Put your full weight into it.” He steps back, allowing you to act out the move. You turn to your opponent and, with an inhale, you kick your leg up and out at the middle of your opponent’s sandbag body, grunting as you do. It barely moves. 

You turn to him with a shameful expression. “Let’s try that again,” he chuckles. “Push onto your opponent when your foot connects with their chest to push them down and away from you. Put all your weight into your leg.”

Once again, you try, letting out a forceful grunt as your foot connects with the sandbag. You push your opponent away, causing it to teeter slightly on its stand, and then fall backward. 

You gape down at it, an excited gasp leaving your lips. “I did it!” you shout in triumph, your ears and tail frazzled. He nods, crossing his muscled arms over his chest. “Not bad for a rookie,” he playfully says. “Maybe you’ve got some potential…some.” 

You turn to him, a mischievous and bold glint in your pretty, brown eyes. You purse your lips at him and lay your hands on your hips the way he wants to. “I’d say the same about you with yoga,” you retort, earning a chuckle from him and a surge from his cock.

You both stand there for a moment, staring at each other. No blinking. No talking. Just a surge of electricity that Aizawa can feel in the air. It’s intoxicating, dangerous, and so delicious. His eyes glance at your lips, zeroing in on how plump and glossy they are. He could just lean in and kiss you right now. 

His phone suddenly goes off in his back pocket, making you both jump. Growling deeply at the ruined moment, he pulls his phone out and finds the reminder he set for 5 PM. “Shit,” he hisses. “I should be cooking dinner around this time for Eri. I have to go.” 

“Oh, okay!” you reply, and he catches a glimpse of what he thinks is disappointment in your pretty eyes. Or is that just what he wants to see?

“I should be gettin’ back too,” you say, already moving to gather your things. “You just reminded me that I need to start cooking too before I end up ordering takeout again.” 

Aizawa watches you, his heart clenching painfully. He doesn’t want to leave. He doesn’t want this moment to end with you. Can’t it just last a minute longer? “I could walk you back to your dorm if you want,” he suggests with a passive shrug. “It’s only safe.”

He keeps his tone tight and easy, but he’s dying for you to say yes. You look at him wide-eyed, shocked that he even offered. The little smile and nod you give him just about fills him to the brim with relief. So you don’t think that he’s a creep. Great start. 

After you both gather your things, Aizawa collects Eri from the playroom, finding her sleeping on the floor. “Time to go home, puddin’,” he whispers to her as he scoops her up into his arms. She sleepily groans, her head lulling against his chest. Her eyes then flutter open to stare up at him. “Daddy, why are you smiling so much?” she groggily asks. He shushes her in response. 

Luckily, the little girl falls right back to sleep as Aizawa accompanies you on your journey to your dorm. It doesn’t take long, but the last few minutes of feeling you beside him are all he needs. When you finally make it to your door, you give him a grateful smile. “Thanks for walking me back.” 

He nods silently, willing himself to say something more. He thinks back to Mic’s words, conjuring up all the confidence he can muster to ask for your number. “Um, maybe we can do this again sometime?” he asks, a shy blush adorning his cheeks. “Just in case you ever decide to you wanna fuck up a sandbag person again.” 

You blink at him, alarmingly quiet. He knew he’d fuck this up. It was all wishful thinking. Damn Mic and his advice. “O-Or you don’t have to,” he quickly adds. “No pressure. I just thought that–” 

“I’d like that,” you interrupt, giving him a dazzling smile. “I can give you my number or…” You trail off, looking just as shy.

Relief floods Aizawa’s body as he gives you his number instead, his heart pounding as you type his digits into your contacts. That’s all it took, and yet Aizawa feels like he just walked on the moon. “See you tomorrow then,” he mumbles, abruptly turning on his heel to avoid grinning like an idiot at you. 

“Shouta, wait!” you suddenly shout. He abruptly stops and turns to face you, finding you to still be standing at your door. “I-I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” you weakly say.

He blinks at you, noticing how nervous you suddenly look. His stomach immediately plummets, wondering what the flip in your demeanor could mean. Are you having second thoughts about his number? Are you with someone already? 

Finally, you sigh, your shoulders slumping in defeat. “Nevermind; just be safe.” You give him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes before you turn, unlock your door, and disappear into your dorm. Aizawa doesn’t have time to ponder what just happened. He silently walks back to his dorm with Eri in his arms and dinner on his mind, expecting a quiet, normal end to the night. 

However, when he arrives at his door and spots the little black cat that has stolen Eri’s heart sitting by his dorm door, he realizes that tonight will be anything but normal. “Look, Eri,” he coos, smiling down at your little cat form as you push your furry body into his legs, your trail curling around his ankles. 

“Our visitor is back.”

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[ichor-and-symbiosis]

Rooftop. (Reader x Aizawa x Shirakumo; NSFW)

Shouta is a creature of habit, and habit dictates that he must head out onto the rooftop of his fledgling agency to clear his head. 

It is by no means a scenic view. None of you could afford a nicer location right out of high school. Only by the grace of your fighting prowess throughout the academy days, Oboro’s talent for charming anything that moves, and Shouta’s maturity led to a secured loan and a steady stream of assignments. Yamada and Kayama were delegated to interior design duties on account of being … too much to handle. 

Still, this is home for now. A home he is proud of, despite the hand-me-down zebra print furniture and leaky ceilings. 

Shouta looks up at the sky and huffs a quiet laugh. So much changes beneath that sky, and so much more is yet to come. 

“Wha’cha doing out here by yourself?” 

He keeps his hands steady on the railing as he continues to survey the cityscape. Oboro flattens himself right up against Shouta’s back without a hint of modesty and wraps his arms around him. 

“Just thinking.” 

Oboro peers over his shoulder, brows lifting in curiosity when he spots Shouta’s easygoing smile. “Must be something good to make that perpetual frown disappear.” Shouta throws him a peeved look and glances away, spurring Oboro to reach up and tuck his disheveled black hair behind his ear. “C’mon, let me see that cute smile again!” 

The contact makes Shouta stiffen, and the lingering caress of Oboro’s fingertips confirm his suspicions. “I came here to relax, not to get harassed by your wandering hands.” 

A rumbling laugh reverberates behind him. Oboro leans in close, his breath tickling Shouta’s ear as he murmurs teasingly, “Don’t you always feel relaxed after I’m done with you?” 

“ ... “ 

He is not blushing. He is not blushing, and he refuses to give Oboro the satisfaction of a response. Not that it does him any good. Oboro’s grip around his waist is resolute, and the instant Shouta feels the subtle graze of teeth on his earlobe, he nearly loses the strength in his legs. 

But that does not stop him from digging his fingers into Oboro’s forearm in warning. “We’re on the roof,” he hisses.

“Mhm.” 

He opens his mouth to retort, only for his breath to hitch when Oboro presses a soft kiss beneath his ear. “S - someone could - “ Another kiss near his jaw, followed by the warm flick of his tongue. “ - what if someone sees us?”  

“Kiss me and I might stop,” Oboro murmurs against his skin, and the sensation alone is enough to give him goosebumps. 

“Oh, like I don’t know you - “ Shouta’s words die out as Oboro’s lips discover a sweet spot on his neck. Arms tighten in time with a deliberately wet kiss, and Shouta just barely catches the strangled cry that threatens to escape. 

It feels really damn nice. Oboro knows how to make him squirm, sucking softly and soothing the drag of his teeth with his hot tongue. Shouta curses his panting breath, stares out into the invisible audience hidden in the cityscape, and doesn’t know how the hell to react to Oboro’s hand questing down his side. That hand is going somewhere, and Shouta is mortified by his body’s betrayal - frozen in place while Oboro has his way with him, sucking a dark bruise on his neck. 

The sound of the rooftop door swinging open makes Shouta tear himself away from Oboro with newfound strength. He leaves his lover hanging - quite literally, arms still in the air as Oboro looks on in confusion - and instantly barrels into you like a lifeline. 

Finally, someone relatively sensible. Your hold on him is far more tender and platonic, and your smile is pure innocence. He hugs you close to him and looks over his shoulder to glare at Oboro’s approaching form.

“Oboro, are you teasing this poor man again?” you ask with mock sternness, reaching up to card your fingers through Shouta’s hair and guiding him to rest his forehead on your shoulder. 

“It’s not my fault! He wouldn’t even give me a single kiss,” Oboro grouses with a hint of smile in his voice. Shouta stiffens when he is enveloped in another embrace from behind.

Sandwiched. He lifts his head and glances at you, realization creeping in as your wide doe eyes take on an edge of sultriness. 

“Shoutaaa,” you sing his name. “Does that mean I can’t have a kiss either?” 

He stammers, unable to resist glancing at your plump lips. A gentle pressure to the nape of his neck, and Shouta is drawn to your questing mouth with ease. To your credit, you have some finesse and class to your kisses. Perhaps that is why he finds you so irresistible, even when you are being a tease. 

You lightly graze your teeth along his bottom lip and go in for the kill. He hums against your mouth as you glide your tongue over his, sweetly sucking and nipping wherever you please. It’s so easy to lose himself in your wet kisses, especially when you run your hands through his hair and down his neck to settle on his chest, and repeat your idle wandering as you moan. 

He almost forgets himself. He almost forgets the feeling of something hard and hot pressing up against his ass through clothing, and he almost forgets the fact that Oboro has his hands on Shouta’s hips, sneaking them up under his shirt and gripping him tighter. 

Oboro kisses his neck while you steal his little gasp, and there is no way he can avoid the hickies now. So he does what any sensible man would do, putting his hands to good use while he succumbs to the incessant ravishing by his lovers. If Oboro can direct Shouta’s hips to subtly grind back against him, then he can squeeze your ass and palm your breast until your stiff peak pokes through your shirt in search of his touch. 

The harsh drag of Oboro’s teeth in time with a wet suctioning kiss makes Shouta bite your lip. You smile against his mouth as Oboro palms the tent in his pants, one hand still on his hip to guide his movements. Shouta feels like he’s burning inside out. A purposeful squeeze around his throbbing cock makes him roll his hips, and Oboro groans as he presses himself closer up against Shouta’s ass. 

“Feels so good,” Oboro murmurs, lips moving over the shell of Shouta’s ear. “Keep grinding up on me, babe.” 

He rubs his thumb over the outline of Shouta’s cockhead, and you end your kiss with a wet pop to watch his flushed, desperate face contorted in pleasure. 

“You like that, Shouta?” you coo at him, stroking his hair away from his face so tenderly. Oboro’s fingers creep beneath the waistband of his pants and slip inside. “Too stubborn for a kiss, but so ready to have your cock played with?”

Shouta releases a broken whimper as Oboro finally grasps his cock. You smirk and hook your thumbs into his pants to pull them down enough for Oboro to fist him properly. This firm, calloused grip is so different from yours - Oboro’s palm was large enough to cup the underside of his cock and wrap his long fingers around him with ease. And he knew just how to touch Shouta, all the right ways to spread the precum beading on his cockhead and stroke his painfully hard erection with just enough speed and pressure. 

It is embarrassing how quickly Oboro can send him spiralling rapidly into an impending orgasm. He’s already pathetically clawing his blunt nails along your upper arms as his head falls back to rest in the crook of Oboro’s shoulder, panting and writhing into each purposeful pump along his cock. Your lips creep up along his exposed neck, light and simple, past the saliva-slickened lovebites etched into his skin, and ending their journey on Oboro’s eager mouth. 

Shouta would be lying if he said he didn’t find the sound of you making out with Oboro to be immensely hot. Warm, desperate breaths brush along the side of his face. The wet dance of your tongues as your lips suck on each other, Oboro’s deep moans as you fist his hair and Shouta feels his balls tighten, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he is fisted quicker and quicker - 

“I’m gonna come - “ he gasps, and - 

You drop to your knees in an instant, almost like you read his mind, like you knew he would worry about cleanliness even in the middle of having a mindblowing orgasm.

Oboro guides his leaking cockhead onto your tongue, and Shouta has to look down, he needs to see you kneeling obediently in front of him as you stare up at him with that sly little smile. Your tongue undulates beneath him, and as Oboro twists his grip in a circular motion and you wrap your wet, reddened lips around him, Shouta comes with a rumbling low moan as spurts of cum hit the back of your throat. 

He is nothing more than a tightly wound coil. You bob your head until your lips come into contact with Oboro’s fingers, sucking his cock deeper down your mouth as Oboro slowly pumps him. Shouta shivers when you swallow his cum and run your tongue over his cock to clean him properly. Oboro chastely kisses Shouta’s shoulder as he releases his cock and pets your head. You nuzzle into the tender touch for a moment before getting back onto your feet, licking your lips as you survey the sorry state of affairs that is Shouta. 

Oboro is practically holding him up at this point. Shouta can’t feel his legs. He’s leaning so heavily onto Oboro’s chest, and he can’t deny how nice it feels to have two sets of hands lightly stroking him and tucking him back into his pants. 

“You two are going to be the death of me,” he rasps after he catches his breath.

You chuckle with Oboro. “You’re the one who left us hanging,” you murmured, and Oboro pressed his erection against him for emphasis. “Didn’t even wait for us.” 

“Shouta’s so greedy, ain’t he, kitten?” 

“And he still hasn’t kissed you!” 

Shouta sighs in exasperation, yet his smile is undeniably fond as he turns his head and grasps the side of Oboro’s face to press their lips together. The angle is a little awkward, but it pales in comparison to how deep and sound the kiss is. Oboro barely lets him breathe as he wraps his arms tightly around his waist and eagerly allows Shouta’s tongue inside. When Shouta breaks the kiss, Oboro is already leaning in for more. 

But Shouta feels sweaty and unbelievably embarrassed, now that his senses have returned to him. A blowjob on the roof of his workplace is … something he needs to compartmentalize, lest he find himself unable to look Yamada and Kayama in the eye ever again. 

He worms himself out of the greedy hold you both have on him. “If you’re both so adamant for company, then you can entertain yourselves,” he firmly states on his way towards the door.

“Boo!” 

“We’re gonna fuck so loudly that you’ll be coming back,” you call out, and Shouta throws a flushed glare over his shoulder. Oboro already has his hands shoved down the back of your outfit to cup your ass. Of course. “You’ll come running up here to yell at us, and then you’ll be sorry, baby!” 

Shouta rushes through the door and slams it shut behind him, his heart beating a million miles a minute as he resists the urge to hunt down his capture weapon and restrain you horny maniacs. 

So much more is yet to come indeed, he wryly thinks to himself. 

#shirakumo x reader #aizawa x reader #shirakumo oboro #aizawa shouta #erasercloud #shirakumo/reader #aizawa/reader #aizawa x reader x shirakumo #aizawa/reader/shirakumo #thank goodness aizawa has his capture weapon to hide all them leech hickies on his neck askjdhaf #this is an ode to the cloud anon #i owe you my life

[justanotherlifeff]

Hi! Can I request a Aizawa x reader smut? The reader has thick thighs and ass which he loves so much. The reader has a Somnophilia kink and he decide to try it out.

Sleepy head

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Somnophilia, kinky stuff

"I kinda want you to fuck me when I'm asleep..." you told Aizawa with a bashful expression as you looked at the floor, too shy to make eye contact with him. To be fair, Aizawa was shocked by your sudden confession. Yes, you were as kinky as he is in bed and the two of you have tried out way too many kinks in the 3 years of dating and 2 years of marriage. However, you were never the one to propose a random kink on his face out of nowhere. "You want me to fuck you when you're asleep?" he asked you, confirming your request. "Yeah..." you answered, getting more bashful than ever. "Damn... I really am one lucky man... Anyone with a kinky little kitten like you is supposed to be a lucky bastard..." Aizawa told you in a husky voice, pulling you into a passionate kiss. This happened a week ago. Since then, it seemed like sleep left your system for good since you just were way too excited about the entire thing. Funnily, you seemed to fall asleep exactly when Aizawa wasn’t home and were wide awake when he was home.

Aizawa had a really hectic schedule since he had to teach at UA all day and do hero work at night. The only time the two of you got together were the afternoons and if you were awake, from 3AM to 6AM. Unlike him, you weren’t a pro hero. You were a manager at a hero agency, given that you were in the business course in UA back in your time. You met Aizawa in one of the galas hosted by the top heroes, since you were there to do promotion for the hero you worked under. You were absolutely tired of the media at the end and were sitting at the bar trying to relax. You were single for way too long after a pretty bad breakup and your friends were trying to patch you with random men. That, along with the fact that managing a hero was a hard job since the media had ways of bending every single thing you utter, you really needed a drink. That's when you found out that a dark haired, rather handsome man paid for your drink. Thanking him turned into a conversation and eventually you started dating the erasure hero and ended up getting married to him. Despite his fucked up schedule, he always managed to fulfil his husbandly duties and you were completely awed with him because of that. You had a regular 9 to 5 job and you were almost always home other than that.

Anyway, desperate times call for desperate measures, which is why, you decided to take a pretty strong sleeping pill after dinner, which worked pretty well since you were completely knocked out on your shared bed when Aizawa came home. "Honey, I'm home." Aizawa called out with a tired voice when he entered the apartment only to get no response from you. "Is she asleep?" Aizawa wondered as he went to your shared bedroom only to find you curled up on the bed wearing nothing but one of Aizawa's T shirts. The T shirt was pulled up enough to put your thick thighs and ass that Aizawa loved to death on display. At that moment, Aizawa found exactly what you found so alluring about getting fucked while you were asleep. You were always the submissive one in the relationship and now that you were there infront of him, completely defenseless, he felt the need to fuck you so hard that you'd still feel it when you woke up. Not bothering to have the leftover dinner that was forgotten on the dining table, he discarded his clothes and laid down beside you, spooning you. His hands travelled from your thighs to your ass, giving it a rough squeeze as he usually does. Then it travelled to your womanhood, surprised to find you wet. Looking at your face, it was obvious that you were having a lewd dream, given that your cheeks were dusted pink and you looked flustered. With that, he inserted two fingers into you, curling them up and pumping inside you as he placed his lips on your neck, sucking on it and leaving hickeys. To that, your body twitched slightly due to the pleasure inflicted on you. Soft moans and gasps that left your mouth were music to his ears as they made his member harden painfully.

Your body shuddered as an orgasm washed over you, coating Aizawa's fingers with your arousal. Bringing his fingers back to his mouth, he tasted your familiar flavour before positioning his member to your pussy and pushed himself inside you, eliciting a small whimper from you which fed his lust even further. He started a vigorous pace in you, holding your waist tightly which would surely bruise later. A few of his powerful thrusts woke you up and while you were still half asleep and dazed, you were already moaning from the pleasure shooting throughout your body. "Sh-shoutaaa" you whimpered his name as he pounded into you. "You like that kitten? Use your words and I'll let you cum." Aizawa whispered into your ear with his husky voice as one of his hands moved up to your throat to choke you slightly. "Senseii please fuck me hard! Wanna cum..." you moaned in a dazed tone as you looked at him with sleepy eyes and an euphoric expression. "Good girl... Good girls get their rewards.." Aizawa muttered into your ear as he increased his pace, making you scream his name before you came all over his cock. The fluttering of your insides due to your orgasm made him cum as well, coating your insides white. After pulling out, he wrapped his arms around your waist sighing in content as he muttered, "You're such a good girl for me...". You were still groggy and you turned around to face Aizawa as you huddled close to his chest. "I love you Shouta.." you muttered, wrapping your hand around him. "I love you too, (Y/N)." Shouta sighed pressing his face into your hair, as the two of you fell asleep.

#aizawa × reader #aizawa smut #aizawa x you #aizawa shouta #bnha aizawa #my hero academia aizawa

[bakutae]

bnha headcanons #5

today's menu:

a platter of bakugou katsuki, a drop of shouto todoroki and a pea sized aizawa shouta

scenario:

when a kid comes up and proposes to you

author's note (if any):

i did a shigaraki tomura, kaminari denki and hitoshi shinso version here check it out if you're interested!

bakugou katsuki

'oh my god katsuki what are you doing'

you stared at your boyfriend in disbelief, mouth dropping open at the peculiar sight in front of you

there katsuki was, tackling a poor child on the floor

he was almost thrice the size of the kid and for a moment you were worried that katsuki would accidentally strangle him

you snapped out of your shock and stepped in to help the kid

you were at the playground, with katsuki, and the two of you were on the swings, swinging gently with the help of the soothing wind

a kid was then pushed in front of you, with the help of his friends, who were giggling uncontrollably behind the slide, thinking thay they were hidden well

you rolled your eyes and smiled, he was so adorable, with his cheeks tinted red and black orbs casted downwards as he fumbled with the corner of his shirt

bakugou frowned instantly as he saw him, sensing that something was up

bakugou opened his mouth to say something but the kids behind the slide beat him by a second

'hey lady! he wants to marry you!'

the boy flinched at the remark and he slowly nodded, eyes squeezing shut as if to prepare himself for the result

before you could say anything, however, you saw a quick blur from the corner of your eye and within seconds, the kid was tackled by bakugou

the kids behind the slide screamed their heads off and ran away, screaming something that seemed like 'oh no! a monster has grabbed chiaki! runnnnn!'

which led you to this situation you had in front of you

you tried to tug at bakugou's sleeves, hoping that it'd snap him out of his obvious rage and it didn't work

the kid's face went pale, as he started to shake under bakugou's body pressure and fear

'you dare steal my woman away from me? you absolute piece of shit.' bakugou hissed into the boy's ear

'oh my god, for god's sake, are you really arguing and tackling a kid now?'

bakugou grumbled as he got off the kid, glaring at the kid

you bent towards the kid and stretched out a hand to help him get up

he didn't take it, simply looking at bakugou with evident fear in his gaze

he slowly stood up himself and you took back your hand from embarrassment

'are you okay?' you whispered, a look of pity in your eyes as little balls of tears began rolling down his cheeks

without saying a word, he ran away, crying all the while

you were left speechless, and you stood there for a while

'so, uh, y/n'

'don't you dare uh me right now bakugou katsuki. you know what you did.' you frowned at him

you weren't mad with him, you were just... disappointed?

bakugou and yourself knew that the kid meant no harm, besides, you were already his and you didn't see the need to react that way

but on the other hand, the fact that he reacted this way meant that he cared about you deeply and that made you happy

'look, y/n i'm sorry okay? please don't be upset now.' bakugou peered into your eyes, eyes tinted with a hint of worry and panic

you cracked a smile and pinched his nose admiringly

'i'm not upset, it's alright suki. but maybe next time, not so violent again alright?'

'hell no. there ain't going to be a next time on this shit.'

shouto todoroki

you and shouto had a date planned on a sunday afternoon and you were extremely excited

you were clad in a white dress and had a thin black belt comfortably hugging your waist; simple and stylish, exactly the way you liked it

unlike other girls, you didn't see the need to spend so much time to get ready for a date

the moment you peeked into your closet, fingertips trailing along the soft material of your clothes while humming a soft tune, fingers matching the beat

the moment you stopped humming, your finger followed and you pulled out the dress from the closet, a whiff of detergent caressing your nose

it just so happened to be a simple white dress, nothing too flattering about it and you instantly reached for a thin belt, knowing how that'd complete your look, adding a more feminine note to your vibe that day

therefore, you were early to that date, and waited for shouto

you didn't text him and tell him about your early arrival; since you didn't want him to rush when you were the one who arrived early in the first place

gazing down at your phone, you scrolled through your friends' instagram stories, occasionally smiling at the stupidity of your friends'

it was then you felt a slight, delicate hand tugging at your skirt

you tore your gaze off your phone and looked down, feeling anxious for some unknown reason

what you didn't know, was that shouto was a few metres away from you; he stopped walking when he saw the boy who tugged at your skirt

ngl he'd be wondering if that was your secret love child or smth KEIDNFJFI

he looked at you, eyes devoid of any emotion as he observed you

you bent down to see a boy, no older than six, holding a flower that seemed like he just picked from the bushes nearby

his big vibrant eyes shone with determination and you smiled at him, reaching out a hand to ruffle his hair affectionately

yeah shouto was 50% sure he was your secret love child at this point

'h-hello, i want t-to tell you that i really l-like you a lot. p-please m-marry-'

'ding!'

your heart pounded as you looked at the boy, not knowing what to say to him, but the notification saved you from a potentially awkward situation

it was from shouto; 'i'm at the convenient store right now, do you mind if we met there instead?

you heaved a sigh of relief and slipped your phone into your slingbag and ruffled the boy's hair

'i need to go now, alright? see you!'

you watched as the boy's face slowly fell, but you briskly walked away before you could see his expression more clearly

when you met shouto at the convenient store, he was just standing there, occasionally turning his head left to right as if he's looking for you

when shouto caught sight of you, you walked towards him and threw yourself on him, arms circled around his waist as you buried yourself into his neck

shouto pulled away after a while

'so, y/n, was that your secret love child or something?'

'what?'

'that boy, that came up to you just now'

'you saw? why didn't you come and say something?'

'didn't want to ruin your reunion'

shouto pouted slightly and you couldn't help but smile

'aww shouto, don't worry, he's not my kid. the only person i'd have a child with is you'

'what?'

'what?'

'what?'

'let's go shouto!' you ran away from him, relishing in embarrassment, not believing that you really said that to him out loud

aizawa shouta

you and shouta had been together for quite some time, and shouta thought it was a great idea to play the marriage card

okok hear me out, shouta would make a cupcake, for the both of you, and in the icing will have the ring in it

he didn't really think of how it could go wrong and he really did think that it was a genius idea

so you two were hanging out, having a picnic in the park, relishing under the sun as the sunlight reflected into y'all's eyes

he brought out the cupcakes and you loved cupcakes, and spent no time waiting for him and you licked the tip of the frosting off the cupcake

that's when a two kids, both opposite gender, came up to you and stood in front of you, facing away from each other

'hey lady, why did my boyfriend say that he wanted to marry you?'

you were caught off guard and you blinked once, staring at the kids with a blank look in your eyes

'it's cause she's way prettier than you! and more nicer too! at least she doesn't talk like you do!' the boy replied, rolling his eyes at the girl

'fine! i don't want to be your girlfriend anymore! not even your friend! bye!'

the girl left so abruptly and you slowly looked at shouta, who was equally as confused as you were

now that the girl had left, the boy shot you a smile, and pulls out a toy ring

'she's gone! now miss, please-'

'shouta?!'

shouta had used his quirk and carried the boy all the way to the other side and roughly plopped him onto the ground

'aww shouta, are you jealous that someone else proposed to me first?'

'yes, i am. now what about it? shut up and eat your cupcake' his gruff, somewhat monotone voice cracking a little

you grinned knowingly and you bit into the cupcake

you were almost half way done when you saw something in the icing

'oh my god shouta there's something in my cupcake'

'i know, now continue eating it, theres a surprise inside the icing'

you squinted your eyes and took a closer look at it

it moved.

'oh my god why is the thing in my icing moving shouta'

'what?'

shouta picked up the cupcake and took a closer look at it

turns out, that some bugs had crawled inside the icing and found a safe place to stay; your supposed ring

you took the cupcake from shouta, ready to throw it out when he stopped you

he wasn't about to let you throw away the ring that he took months to save up for

as gross as it was, he forced himself to dig out the ring, which was covered in bugs, some even crawling up shouto's arm

'is that a...ring?'

'uh no? yes? maybe?'

'awww shoutaaa that's such a cute way to propose, too bad the bugs ruined it though'

'who said i was going to propose to you? the ring is in the cupcake, i proposed to the cupcake'

you grinned, watching in admiration as shouta grumbled away to wash the ring off throughly

maybe next time, shouta. maybe next time.

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[bestbakubros]

Can I request druken reader hitting on Aizawa and what they wanna do to him once they're alone???

a/n: hey anon!! thank you for the request! I apologize for the delay!! I loved this request, and I hope you don’t mind it being a headcanon! enjoy!!

warnings: alcohol consumption, mentions of nsfw, cursing, mentions of binding

~~~~~

Shouta Aizawa looking after his crush after they have too much alcohol

It was Present Mic’s birthday, so all the teachers and pro heros went over to his house to celebrate. As much as Aizawa did not want to attend, he only came to see you, and damn was it worth it. You showed up in a nice black club dress, different from your usual cardigan, blouse, and dress pants.

Alcohol was served and let’s just say you had too much to drink that night. Enough to make you start flirting with Shouta, which never happened since you were sometimes intimidated by him. You were on the dance floor and suddenly there you were leaning on him, slurring sweet nothings into his ear. 

“Heheheh hiiii Shouta!! You look nice tonighhhht!” “You don’t look bad yourself (y/n).” You blush at the comment, taking a seat next to him. “Youuu knoww, youuu have alwaaays been SUCH a cuuutiiiee hehe.” “Really? I never knew.” “hahah you’re so silly Shouta!!” You went to go touch his face and suddenly you pass out, falling onto his shoulder.

“I’ll take her home.” Shouta carried you out of the party, telling Mic that you two were leaving. “TAKE CARE OF HER SHOUTA!” Aizawa hums in agreement before walking to his car and placing you safely inside. As he buckles you up and gets in, you start to gain conscience again, and little less tipsy than before.

As the drive continued, Aizawa hadn’t noticed that you were awake until he reached his home. He stops the car, getting you out and walks to his apartment door, carrying you. “Shoutaaa where are we?” “Oh you’re awake. We are in my house.” “Heh even better! Shouta take me to your bedroom and let’s have some fun.” Aizawa blushes a bit, still realizing that you were still drunk.

“I don’t think that’ll be the brightest thing to do when you’re in this condition.” “Mmm but I want you bind me up in your scarf and fuck me like there’s no tomorrow. And maybe I could bind you to the bed and I’ll ride you til you cum in me.” Shouta’s face flusters, and feels his pants tighten from the dirty talk.

“Once you are a little less intoxicated, then we’ll see.” Shouta mumbles as he opens the door to his bedroom, laying you gently on his bed. “Mmm okayy that’s a bet Shouta…” You lazily smirk at him before closing your eyes again. Aizawa quickly went to the bathroom to relieve himself from his boner. As much as he wanted to do everything you said, he still respected you and wanted you to be more conscience.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons

[kiddiegore]

i honestly see aizawa as the kind of dom to just sit back and make u do all the work but still be mean to you/spanking you for being tired while riding him. He also probably loves face sitting

YES. YES. YES.

he’s laying back in bed while you ride him, with his bored expression but in reality it feels so good-

“shoutaaa, i can’t. it’s too much, need you to do it..”

he’d huff and flip you over onto the bed, “too much? or maybe you’re just lazy”

“shouta-“

“aht- you said you want me to do it yeah? so shut your mouth and take what i give you” and lands a swift blow to your ass.

so now he’s hitting it from the back and smacking your ass to teach you a lesson about making him do all the work.

“you better learn to do things yourself, because if i’m in charge i’m leaving you sore.”

A BIG OVERSTIMULATER TOO!!

he pulls out when you’re about to cum like 3 times, he loves your tears.

when hes done torturing you he’ll tell you to get on his face. don’t tell me he’s not a god with his tongue, cause i know he is.

if you’re gonna cum it better be on his face, he loves tasting you

#kiddie 😳 #aizawa 😽

[erasethedarkness]

Can I get: “Boobs are really just squishy pillows.” with Aizawa x female s/o. It seems like something somewhat logical he would say when he’s feeling cuddley after a long session in bed. Thanks.

Thanks for being so patient, @lemursqueaks! I really love when you send in requests and seeing your name come up. ^^ You’re a joy and have only submitted such fun requests. Thank you for them! I hope this is to your liking! It’s a little short, so if you want something longer, just let me know and I’d be happy to expand this or write something longer next time! 

Note: Definitely starts NSFW. F!Reader. 

Words: 680

“Oh, god, Shoutaaa…” you moaned, eyes rolling back as he pounded into you, both of you breathing raggedly as you were building up to another climax together.

This was so out of the norm for him- where did all his energy come from? Normally once did it for your lover, but today- tonight- he just couldn’t get enough of you. Corresponding days off were rare, so you two generally made the most out of them. Today was a different story though- sort of. You made the most of it by hardly leaving the bedroom, and it was so satisfying.

Admittedly, it was partially your fault. His morning wood was irresistible when you didn’t have any obligations like getting ready for work. Waking him up with a blowjob was one of your favorite things to do from time to time- his sleepy moans as he came to were so soft and raw, and by the time he was awake, he gripped your hair and lightly rolled his hips with the way you bobbed your head up and down. From that moment on, he was insatiable.

“Unnnfff.. You’re- fuck, you’re so damn good..” you panted, bouncing with each of his unrestrained thrusts. He was breathing as hard as you were, and you could tell he was getting close, too. Even with a lot of snuggly resting in between, he was lasting less with each orgasm, as you two had been going just about all day at this point. The way his cheeks were just slightly flushed from the pleasure brought a smirk to your lips as you placed your hand on his cheek, running it through his hair afterwards, both of you a wonderfully wet and sweaty mess. You guided his lips to yours for a heated kiss, on the brink of cumming again.

Aizawa tore away from you, his hands flat against the bed on either side of your neck, supporting himself over you as he shifted his angle just a bit to take you harder, moaning in his gentle, yet powerfully tantalizing way. It felt like it was only a few thrusts since the reposition that you two were lost in ecstasy again with searing white hot pleasure. He held himself up for a few seconds longer before collapsing on top of you, hugging you close, his head buried against your neck as he gave you soft kisses. For a while, you two remained like that, cuddling and sharing each other’s afterglow, and then got up to clean off and shower.

It was already late. The bedside clock read 22:20 (10:20pm). No wonder you were so exhausted. After drying off, you laid back down wearing a simple, silky slip. You were spent, and so was Aizawa. Returning to you in sweatpants, he climbed into bed and under the covers… and began to cuddle up to you. It would have been surprising if you two hadn’t been together for years. He rested his head on your chest, using your breast as a pillow with his arms wrapped around you and hugging you like a dakimakura.

“Comfortable?” you asked him with a chuckle, holding him and running your fingers through his damp hair.

“Of course. Boobs are just squishy pillows, and yours are the best,” he mumbled, turning his head to sweetly kiss the slope of your chest. A smile tugged on your lips at his compliment, and you sighed deeply but happily.

“Are you?”

“Mm?” Your eyes had closed as you relaxed, lovingly caressing and stroking his hair, neck, and back. Wherever your hands fell, they doted on with sincere and delicate affection.

“Comfortable.”

“I am, my love. I could support you my entire life…” By now, your breathing began to slow. Your heartbeat was steady as he listened to it. “…and I fully intend to,” you added in a soft murmur. You two fell into a comfortable silence ready to fall asleep after a day of such physical devotion, hearts as steady as your minds in the complete peace and assurance of loving, and being loved in return.

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