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doumadono · 3 months

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hiii!!

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

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

thank you anyway!

SINFUL SUNDAY

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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bonkwrites · 1 year

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like a princess

Shouta Aizawa x afab!reader

Warnings: dirty talk, afab!reader, PIV sex, fluffy smut, bondage, like two spanks, begging, pleading, crying, name calling (Sir and baby),

Aizawa is a respectful man. He's never treated you poorly, raised a hand at you (even jokingly), and has always treated you like a princess. He's all gentle touch.. calm, tired voice.. and warm, soft skin..

But sometimes, you want more. Don't get it twisted, Aizawa fills the role of husband better than any man ever could and you're not thinking about cheating! All you want is for him to get a little… rough in bed. You were both virgins when you met and you've explored sex together as partners ever since. You've both discovered the things you like, the things you don't like, together.

All of it changed with a book. A stupid, erotic romance novel involving a dominant man and a submissive woman. It was a throw-away, there was barely any plot, but the sex scenes were graphic, detailed, and you were engrossed in the book because of them. You’d never really thought about.. anything like that. Shouta had read the book over your shoulder one night, plucked it out of your hands, and pulled you right along to the bedroom.

He made you tell him everything that you read, everything that you liked, and when you were done he bent you over the edge of the bed and made you scream. It was the only time he was ever rough with you since you’ve been together and you’re addicted.

That's how you ended up where you are now, the end of Aizawa's scarf in his hand, the remaining length of it wrapped around your arms behind your back. You're kneeling on the bed, naked, chest pushed forward, skin prickling with desire. You'd give anything to have his hands, his mouth, any party of him, on you right now.

"T-Touch me?" You ask, eyes flicking from his hand gripping the scarf to his face. His eyes are sharp, dark, and the lust in them makes you squirm.

"When you earn it." He's got this horribly smug smirk on his face that makes you wetter. Your husband is so hot, you don't have to be reminded of that, but this scenario, giving him control of your body like this, has made him impossibly hotter.

"Please," you beg, thighs squirming, "Sh-Shouta, I need you."

"Do you?" He asks. He flicks his wrist and you spin, thrown off balance and falling. Your chest hits the bed and you throw your head to the side to avoid breaking your nose at the last second with a gasp.

The control he has over that scarf is impressive. You struggle, hands and arms pushing against the fabric. You're turned around and when you shuffle up on your knees you realize you've given him the best view of your pussy you could ever imagine. Shouta groans, his free hand reaching out to grope your ass and thighs.

"This is so much hotter than I thought it would be," he admits, voice low with arousal. You nod and agree in a whimper consumed by the sheets.

The soft, silk sheets of the bed you share with him. You're gonna have to replace them, you'll never be able to look at them the same. Shouta's hand leaves your skin and then comes back down with a crack of skin on skin. You gasp, body shaking forward, and then press your hips back again. He brings his hand down again and the sting makes your head spin. You whimper please, please, into the sheets when he brings down the third. The fourth has you moaning and attempting to grind your hips back.

“Please what, sweetheart? Hmm?” he soothes his handprints with soft, kneading fingers. You feel the mattress dip and it’s only when you feel the skin of his thighs against yours that you realize he’s behind you. He twists his wrist, the slack of the scarf tightened.

“W-Want you,” you beg, “need you, baby,”

You push your hips back and the tension leaves your skin when you grind against his bulge in his boxers. You keep going, thinking that if he wanted you to stop he’d tell you, and you think that you could cum like this. You’ve been thinking about this for so long, had this little fantasy tucked away for so long, and now you’re about to cum like a horny teenager by humping him like a fucking dog.

It feels dirty, especially when his hand finds your hips and pulls you back against him. You try to spread your legs wider, arch your back deeper, but the hold the scarf has on your arms is misleadingly tight. It gives you barely any room to move. You might be getting yourself off on him but he’s got all the control.

“That feel good, baby?” Shouta asks. You whimper, nodding, hips moving faster.

“P-Please, I just, I c-can’t take it-” you feel like you’re going to explode, like your heart is going to give out.

“You’ll take what I give you,” he commands it of you, he stops your rutting hips with one hand. You sob, clenching around nothing, losing all thought process fast.

“Please!” you cry out, “Sh-Shouta-”

“Sir.” he corrects and oh, oh my god, how are you going to survive this? He wants you to call him Sir.

“Sir,” you beg, “Please fuck me, please, I need it, sir, I can’t-” Shouta’s thumb touches your clit and you moan, eyes rolling back, shaking all over. He’s got you so pent up you can barely breath, can barely think.

“Can’t what?” your reply is muffled by the sheets. Shouta’s thumb leaves your clit to allow him to wind back and give you another handprint. You cry out, the sudden pain unexpected.

“What can’t you do, baby? Answer me.”

“I can’t take this," your voice shakes, "Please, sir,"

He leans over you and releases your hip with a warning of stay still growled into your ear. You nod, whimpering, and Aizawa lets go of the fabric to get off the bed. You try to take deep breaths, try to calm your heartbeat and your racing mind. It doesn’t work. You’re aching for him, no amount of deep breathing is going to change that.

You shiver when you feel his hands touch your shoulders. There's barely a tug on the scarf before it comes undone. You feel it slide over your skin, off of your wrists and arms. Confused, you shift your weight to look up at him. God, what a sight. He’s holding the scarf, his boxers are gone, and you have the urge to put your mouth on his cock.

"Wh-What-" you stutter as his hands trail over your skin.

"I want to see you while I fuck you," he cuts you off quickly, already knowing what your about to ask, and a shock of arousal strikes through you at the image your brain conjures up.

"M-kay," you mumble as you turn over. He leans down to kiss you when you get to your back. You’re lost in him in seconds, his lips are soft, his hands are rough, and his hair is falling over your cheek.

Those rough hands wander over your cheeks, your shoulders, and they play with your nipples, twisting and tugging. You jolt, back arching, whimpering into his mouth. He pulls back, breathing hard and smirking. He loves this, loves every second of having you under his control.

"Hands above your head, baby." You blink stupidly at him for a second before you do as he says.

"Y-Yes, sir," you lift your arms above your head and shuffle your shoulders to get comfortable. He secures your wrists to the headboard, tied together, and then he’s back between your legs. He adjusts you, big hands moving your thighs and your hips around.

You can feel him, hard and heavy and pressing against your thigh. He puts one leg on his shoulder and you squirm, body thumping with your heartbeat. His eyes are heavy lidded, clouded, and you have to look away to save yourself from the fire it ignites in you. He takes himself in hand and guides himself until his head is pushed up against your hole. You shiver and gasp.

“S-Sir,” you sob, whining, “Please, puh-”

You’re cut off by your own moans when he pushes his hips forward and slides himself in. He takes it slow, so slow, savoring the way you feel around him with his head tilted back. You struggle against the fabric, wanting to touch him, grab him, pull him down over you and rake your nails down his back. His eyes open, looking down at you, devastatingly handsome.

“Struggling already, sweetheart?” he asks, hands curving up your sides to tug and pinch your nipples. You cry out, clenching around him.

He grips the bottoms of your ribcage for leverage as he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward. You can’t stop the sounds that come out of your mouth as he fucks you, you never could. Shouta knows how to make you scream for him, how to fuck you so good you forget your own name.

“That’s it, baby, fucking take it,” he growls, one hand leaving your side to grip your thigh, “it’s all you’re good for, isn’t it?”

You nod frantically, trying desperately to fuck yourself down on him. You want to cum like this, tied down and pinned under your husband, being used by him.

“Sh-Shouta-” you’re cut off when he goes still inside you, confusion taking hold of you for a second as he leans over you and reaches for your bedside table. Did the condom break? Your head is spinning.

“Close your eyes,” he commands, you follow his order quickly and feel him start to fuck you again, one hand gripping your hip to pin you down. Something cold, hard, plastic presses against your hip and you whine.

“W-What are you- Sir!” you sob out his name among a string of incoherent syllables as he turns your vibrator on and presses it right to your clit. Shouta moans too, fucking you harder.

“F-Fuck, sweetheart, I can feel you twitching,” he moans. His fingers dig into your thighs, his hips rough. You tug on the binds, struggling, wanting more or wanting to stop you aren’t sure.

“I-I-” you want to tell him it’s too much, you can’t take it, you’re gonna shatter into a million pieces if he keeps fucking you like this. Shouta fucks you right into your orgasm, watching you shake and fall apart beneath him with that smirk still on his face.

“Fuuuck, baby,” he groans, pulling you down onto his cock roughly and burying himself inside of you. He pants, the same as you, as he comes down. You take deep breaths, trying to calm your beating heart.

He pulls out, discards the condom, and then he comes back to you. He pulls the scarf free, throws it to the floor, and lays down with you to rub your wrists and kiss your hands. You’re sore, boneless, and you let yourself fall to a calm in his arms. He runs a hand over your hair, whispers praise, and you can’t help the way your eyes drift close. He takes such good care of you all the time, respects you and loves you, how did you get so lucky?

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stxrrydreamss · 1 year

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How they hold your hand in bed.

Dabi/Aizawa/Hawks/Bakugo/Deku/Shigaraki

💙 Dabi 💙

Dabi wants to feel like he has complete control. He’ll have you tightly pinned onto the bed beneath him as he fucks you roughly into the mattress. A little sobbing mess, how he likes you. His other hand will be keeping you steady or gripping your face and forcing you to make out with him until neither of you can breathe.

Dabi would love to degrade you. “Your such a fucking whore for me.” “What a dirty little slut.” “You naughty little bitch.” He’d groan with occasional primal growling. His eyes would be crazed as he stared intensely at you in bliss. “Do you feel every piercing on my dick rubbing against your insides, doll?” He moaned out with a cocky smile across his face. “Don’t you love how my dick stretches you out?”

When he cums he is very vocal. Moans, groans, grunts, and growls leave him with curses like fuck, shit, and god damn. Afterward, he hovers above you as he mocks your smudged, tear-stained, and flushed face. “Did you enjoy that princess?” He’d tease. He may be all cocky and shit in bed, but deep down, it was a coverup for how much he loved you and how insecure he felt about himself. He wouldn’t tell you that, though. At least not yet.

Calling him by his real name, Touya, will make him go feral on you. His pupils dilate, and he starts obliterating your insides.

🖤 Aizawa 🖤

He’s usually tired, but on rare occasions when he has the energy and no night patrol. He has you tied up beneath him. He enjoys your flustered face at the sudden change, but you eagerly embrace it.

On the nights when he comes home and decides to lovingly fuck you, he has you doggy style as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothingness and nipping at the skin, leaving behind hickeys and bite marks. One hand holds you in place as he slowly rams himself into you while the other is gripping your wrist. He prefers this position because you can’t see his flustered and pleasure-stricken face.

“Such a good girl.” Shouta moaned as his eyes began to glaze over. “Such a good little kitty cat.” He would say in a strained voice, trying to keep his voice even. “Fuck!” He groans as his grip crushes your wrist, and you feel his other hand pull you closer to him as his cock twitches inside you, releasing his cum. He continues to let out choked and restrained groans as he thrusts slowly until he completely stops. He stays still for a few moments before pulling out as cum immediately starts dripping down onto the bed. “Holy shit.” He’s breathing as he pulls you close, burying his face into your neck.

❤️ Hawks ❤️

Keigo loves making eye contact while lovingly fucking you into his mattress. He loves having one hand gripping your wrist while the other is around your throat, gently choking you. He’s so love-struck as he drools at the sight of your pleasure-stricken face with smudged eyeliner/mascara from the tears leaking from your eyes. God, does that turn him on. Your other hand scratches at his back, making Keigo growl in pleasure. His face seems almost crazed. The abuse he endured as a kid made him a complete masochist in the bedroom as an adult. It meant they loved him, right? He also enjoys being so close to you, as touch-starved as he is.

“Oh fuck.” Keigo moans as his grip on your wrists grows ever tighter. “Shit, dove!” He calls out as tears brim his eyes and a loud choked moan escapes from his pretty lips. You feel his body tense up and shake as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, grunting and choking back moans as he cums inside you. “Fuck!” He would moan out repeatedly, unable to say anything else. Once the tension leaves his body and he comes down from his high, he will be quick to hold you tightly and kiss you non stop. You’ll know how much he loves you and how touch-starved he is.

🧡 Bakugo 🧡

This man loves taking you doggy style. One hand is working on your clit while the other pin your other hand down tightly against the mattress. You weren’t going anywhere, princess. He chooses doggy style because he knows you won’t be able to see his watery eyes and pleasure-ridden face. His eyes closed tightly, his mouth slightly agape, and his face almost as red as his crimson irises.

“Fuck baby, you feel so goddamn good.” He’d praise you. “Does that feel good, baby?” He’d question as he worked his fingers like a pro around your clit. You couldn’t respond besides an approving whine in agreement. “You take me so fucking well.” He groaned as he slammed his hips roughly into you. You’d be a drooling moaning mess, unable to hold yourself up without him helping you.

When he cums he slams his hips as hard as he can into you and bites hard onto your shoulder as he groans in complete bliss. You can feel him shake and his cock twitch inside you as the warmth of his cum fills you up. The sudden heat brings you over the edge as well. Afterward, he holds you close against him with his arm on the back of your head while the other massages all the sore parts of your body, especially where he left dark bruises, teeth marks, hickeys, and fingerprints.

“Sorry, babe. You felt too fucking good.” He’d tease.

He would also definitely pull your hair as he fucks you from behind.

💚 Midoriya 💚

Izuku is so sweet, loving, and gentle with you in bed. He's not choking you; he's not biting you; he's just fucking you gently in the missionary position. He loves holding down your hands with his fingers intertwined with yours. “I love you so much, puppy.” He'd whimper above you. His eyes are half-lidded, and sweat coats his entire body.

He's very vocal and can be somewhat submissive. Izuku would whimper and moan as he thrusts into you while muttering phrases like “Oh my god.” “This feels good, puppy.” “Baby.”

When you dom him, riding cowgirl with your arms on either side of his head holding you up, his eyes are tightly shut and brimmed with tears, one hand covering his mouth, face red, and his other hand is gripping onto your waist in such desperation. It only turns you on more. “Puppy, please!” Izuku would whine and whimper. Squeals would leave his lips as well as hold back moans and breaths.

When he's close, he holds you tightly as he trembles, and tears leave his eyes with a loud, choked-out whine. As he comes down, he shivers and whimpers as he continues breathing heavily into your neck, hiding his face in embarrassment. “I'm sorry about the mess.” He would whisper when he came back to it. You would giggle breathlessly as you shift yourself off his cock and admire the condom filled with his cum. He’d stare at you and then at his dick before covering his face with one hand and holding the other out defensively. “Please don't stare.” He’d beg.

Izuku is the king of aftercare. Are you thirsty? He's grabbing you some water. Are you hungry? He runs out to buy you guys some of your favorite snacks. Are you sore? He's massaging and working his fingers over your aching and sore muscles. Izuku would pepper kisses all over you while holding you close to him as he drifts to sleep, muttering about how lucky he feels, how much he loves you, how he'd do anything for you, etc.

Shigaraki

Even if your quirk makes it to where his quirk is ineffective against you, he’s still wearing his gloves as one hand cups your face and the other hover over the other as if you’d disappear if he touched you. You reassured him, though, by holding onto his wrist instead. It had shivers going down his spine.

Tenko was madly in love with you, and anyone who wronged either of you or said otherwise would end up as a pile of dust. You were his princess. His darling. His love. You were everything to this man. The literal best thing that has ever happened to him. You, besides his goal, were his #1 priority.

Tenko would have you with your legs pushed back in the missionary position as he thrust slowly and deeply into you. He used his one free hand to hold your legs as he leaned forward to make out with you leaving you both a panting, breathless mess. His ashen hair tickled your face as he did so, which left his crimson-red eyes gazing upon your bright heavenly smile.

Oh fuck.

Upon seeing your smile, he feels himself get sent over the edge, and he groans loudly and uses his hair to hide his scrunched-up face. “God. Damn.” Tenko would mutter between deep groans and heavy breaths, almost to that growling. He’d then pull out and let your legs fall back down to allow a break before looking back at you with lovesick and glazed-over eyes. “Are you ready for round two, my player two?” He laughs before capturing your lips in another loving kiss and finally finding the courage to use both of his hands to hold your face before pinning you back down onto the bed.

He doesn’t stop fucking you round after round until your bedsheets are soaked in fluids, and you are both sweaty panting messes melded together in an intimate embrace, already drifting off to sleep from the sheer exhaustion of it all. Tenko’s semi-hard cock is still deep inside you.

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shiganshinaslut · 6 months

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18+||MINORS DNI

The way I need Aizawa deep in my guts tbh..

He’s on top of you, almost enveloping you with the way his arms cage you in as he sleepily thrusts into you. His cock pumps in and out of you slowly, dragging along your walls and filling the room with lewd squelching sounds that would be embarrassing if you weren’t so lost in him already. The feeling of his body on top of yours, his comforting scent filling your senses, the warmth twisting in your core as his cock nestles deep inside you, making you feel so full...

It’s all too much and you mewl and whine, a quiet “daddy..” leaving your lips in a pathetic plea for him to acknowledge you. He places a sloppy kiss on your cheek before leaning down to your ear, soothing you with his gruff, sleepy voice “Shh, shh...it’s okay...daddy’s here..”

#writing this while I’m super sleepy #want him to take care of me :(#aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #aizawa shouta #mha aizawa #aizawa thirst #bnha aizawa #aizawa shota smut #bnha smut #bnha thirst #my hero academia #aizawa x reader smut #bnha x reader

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not-your-fucking-kacchan · 2 years

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♡︎𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚♡︎

Day 20 of Kinktober 2022

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

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

348 words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good morning, baby~"

◃ 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 ▹

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brivinty · 1 year

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I want your tongue twister!! ★

Featuring; Aizawa x Reader (Female)

TW; Nicknames like; Doll, Baby, pretty girl. Degradation, Praise, overstimulation, Publix sex, slight humiliation, Eating out, mirror sex, sugar daddy Aizawa. ★ Summary; Aizawa can’t stand shopping, but he likes the way you run his pockets ★

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You were shopping with Shouta looking for something to wear for your little vacation with him next week. And he was tired of holding bags, Picking out lipstick shades, picking out eyeshadow shades. He was bored and just wanted to get home and have dinner. “Doll, I love you, but please, hurry so we could get home.” He said with a sigh watching you pick from two outfits that looked the same. “I’m almost done Baby, be a-little patient for me pretty please..?” You asked batting your long lashes at him with a pout. “20 more minutes, that’s it.” He said making you squeal happily. “Thank you, baby!!” You said before quickly giving him a peck on the lips.

“Which one?” You asked showing him a blue swimsuit and a green one. “I’ll buy you both I don’t mind,” Shouta said and you grinned widely looking for your size. “I’m gonna try it on, give me a second! Kay?” You asked looking at him as he rolled his eyes. “Mk.” He said taking a seat on a chair and placing the bags down next to him. He waited a couple of minutes, hoping you would walk out anytime soon to show him. As if on cue you walked out smiling cutely at him, you had on a two-piece Blue bikini set, and the top was strapless and had a gold circular ring in the middle of it showing off a little of your cleavage. On top of the bottoms was a pink beach skirt that was clear.

He looked up from his phone and his cock went hard instantly, he got up from his chair combing his hair back with his fingers taking a deep breath calming himself down, literally. “Do a spin for me, baby..” He said and you giggled before doing a slow spin showing off the swimsuit. He groaned eyeing all your curves. “Fuck.” he muttered, he loved the way it barely covered up your ass he could easily rip it off of you and fuck you right there, and he wanted to. He walked up to you pulling you towards him eyeing you down like you were his meal. “Do you know... what you do to me pretty girl?” he asked and you smiled. “Get you excited?” you asked batting your eyelashes at him and that was his last straw.

He grabbed the bags and tossed them in the changing room before pushing you in there himself. “Fuck, you keep me here for hours... Then decide to try on this.” He groaned pushing you up against the wall and kissing you roughly. “Your such a fucking slut.” he whispered in your ear making you whine while grinding up against him. “Sho... Your gonna make me dirty the swimsuit..” You muttered feeling him kiss up your neck. “Don't worry about it, it's coming off of you in a minute anyways.” He said while rubbing his hands up and down your sides before pulling down the panties and tossing them somewhere on the bench behind you two.

He then turned you around pressing you up against the mirror. “Look how much of a slut you are baby, you look so sexy don't you?” he asked with a smile before gripping your neck. “Stay quiet alright? You wouldn't want anyone else to hear how much of a slut you are... Getting fucked by a prohero.” he scoffed before placing his middle finger and ring finger in your mouth and grinning wide watching you suck them almost like it's an instinct. He pressed his fingers down on your tongue before taking them out and then slipping them into your wet cunt.

You let out an abrupt moan which he quickly cut off by squeezing your throat harder. He set a slow pace for a couple of seconds, pulling you closer to him to get a kiss, then pushing you back against the mirror and finger fucking you at what someone would say is an inhuman pace. “F-fuck..” you muttered quietly with tears sliding down your face. “What are you cryin’ for? We only just started,” he asked, not expecting an answer.

He smiled watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body shake. “S...Shouta! F-fuck!! I'm gonna cum! Let me cum please!“ you asked babbling out curses, and shaking. “Cum doll, cum all over my fingers…make a mess.” He said watching as you finally let go of your orgasm, your legs shaking uncontrollably as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your back arched. “Good girl….” Shouta said kissing your back. Yet, Shouta didn’t even let up still fucking his fingers into your tight, wet cunt. “W-wait! S’too much!” You squealed trying to move away from his fingers that were buried deep inside you.

“Stop trying to run away, could I run when you made me hold your bags?” He asked glaring at you through the mirror forcing you to look at him from there as well. You shook your head quickly, making him slap give a harsh slap to your ass, making you yelp. “Use you fucking words, you knew how to use em’ earlier.” He said harshly. “N-no! No! you couldn’t run! m’sorry!” You replied quickly as his fingers started to move faster than before, and you thought that was Impossible. “Exactly so stay fucking still, and take it.” He said before getting back to work.

He fingered you roughly and not even a minute later you were shaking again. “Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!” You yelled out multiple times in his hand that was covering your mouth. And he was quick to remove his fingers from your cunt, you were confused until you saw him kneel your the mirror and start eating you out. You let out a loud moan, before slamming your hand over your mouth. But Shouta didn’t even care, he continued to enjoy his meal, which was you.

You then heard a quiet knock on your door and you shook from the shock quickly trying to move Shoutas head from your sopping pussy. “Everything ok in there? We heard a noise.” The worker asked worried for your safety. “M-yes! m’fine!! I just let out a squeal c-cause.. the dress is so c-cute!” You were stuttering over your words, your face red as day. Yet, Your husband was still nose deep Inside your cunt. “Oh ok! I’m glad you like it, let us know if you need any more help!” The worker said as you both heard her footsteps fade away.

You were about to scold him until you felt yourself come undone. You quickly slammed your hand over your mouth as your body shook again and your eyes went crossed. “T-thank you! Thank you so much!” you muttered shaking so much Shouta was worried you would fall.

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“Thank you for shopping here! Come again soon!”

“We surely will, thanks.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“By the way, when we get in the car you gotta help me fix my problem.”

#mha smut #my hero academia aizawa #bnha shouta aizawa #bnha smut #aizawa x you #aizawa smut #aizawa x reader smut #aizawa x reader #aizawa imagine

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uravitypng · 5 days

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tsukishima kinks?

or choso kinks?

or aizawa kinks?

(sending a few options cause i’m sure you’ve already gotten these suggestions <3)

i've already got a tsukishima one i need to write but .... choso !!! aizawa !!! oh my god!!!! i've never written anything about either of them and i am sooo ready for this♡

choso

mommy/mummy kink- choso is a switch but leans more over towards sub. choso is very whiney in bed and is someone who becomes pussydrunk very easily when he's sleeping with you. during one of these pussydrunk moments he calls you mummy. he always has had the urge but resisted, worried that you won't like it but when he said it and you held onto him even tighter, wrapping your legs around him, a strangled groan came out of his mouth and he speeds up. as he comes he calls you mummy again, "gonna cum, gonna cum! fffuck mummy."

mutual masturbation- loves watching you touch yourself and will commit every gasp, touch and movement you make to memory for if he's ever alone for the weekend without you and most importantly for future reference with you, 'so touching her there makes her moan even louder huh' 'oh that made her toes curl' 'her body's shaking so much'.

choso loves watching your body writhe and squirm as you make yourself come while he's stroking his cock with rapt attention. he's inexperienced but his confidence about how good he is in bed gets boosted while mutually masturbating when you beg for more. beg for him. "please choso, please baby, i need more. want your cock s'bad. need you to touch me."

overstimulation- you milking him multiple times in succession without stopping?? yeah he likes that. he likes when you have control over his orgasms. he simultaneously wants more and wants less. bucking his hips up to meet your touch one second and the next trying to shuffle away, overwhelmed in the best way. tears filling his waterline, fists grabbing onto the sheets tightly. "t-to much!"

"i think you can take it cho"

edging- i mentioned before that he likes you having control of his orgasms so that also involves controlling when he gets to come and how many times you will deny him. "i can't anymore baby, please let me come. i've been good!"

aizawa

bondage- uses his binding cloth during sex!! tying you up in the bedroom and then leaving you there for awhile to do something else just to keep you waiting in anticipation. aizawa ties up your whole body and will also tie up just your arms and wrists on occasions too. he loves restricting your movements and watching you struggle against the binds. "there's no use struggling, you're not getting out until i want you too and before that i'm going to make you come on my tongue again."

daddy/sir kink- aizawa has an authorisation kink in general. loves taking charge and having you call him sir and daddy (sometimes even master) he will also sometimes call you kitten in response to your names for him. "sir please let me touch you! i'll be good! just let out of these binds."

choking kink- whenever he sees your eyes roll back and your breathing becoming gasps it makes him harder than he already was. his large hands wrapped around your throat, keeping you on the edge of consciousness. "so beautiful like that kitten, keep clenching around me."

somno- it's not a surprise that this is one of his kinks is it? all consensual of course but being woken up by you during sex is the best way to wake up. he also enjoys waking you up too but prefers it when he wakes up to you, especially when you're sucking his dick. his tired gravelly voice startling you as well as he gentle but firm hand on your head guiding you up and down. "fuck sweetheart, keep going just like that." you hum around his cock, letting you know you heard him. becoming wetter at the sound of his voice.

dry humping & thigh grinding- loves you being half clothed, only having underwear on, as you desperately hump and grind on him. it's a real power trip to watch you try and orgasm without any help as you frantically and pathetically rub yourself against him while he's still fully clothed and has no intention of changing that

#these are their kinks they told me on our first dates <333 #i hope you like this ♡#♡ choso #♡ aizawa #♡ mine / writing #♡ lana's letters #choso x reader #choso smut #jjk smut #aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader smut #bnha smut

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fatkish · 1 month

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Aizawa x Autistic cat-quirk Reader 3/3 NSFW

Part 2:

Part 1:

(Art not mine again, I found it on Pinterest)

As you and Aizawa got further into your relationship eventually you moved into his apartment. Aizawa was more than happy to be able to come home to you and be able to spend his time with you without having to worry about meeting up or making time to go anywhere. Since you moved in with Aizawa there are things you did specifically to help accommodate your needs. Aizawa gave you full support and permission to do whatever you needed to make his home yours as well.

A few of the changes you made were installing various hide boxes that you placed around your’s and Shouta’s house/apartment, they have little cat beds inside and a curtain covering the entrance to them.

The boxes are actually color coded based on how you’re feeling and how one should interact with you.

Green means you’re feeling good and are happy to interact, yellow means you’re a little anxious but are up for snuggles, red means you’re overwhelmed and leave you alone.

Aizawa’s other cats liked the hide boxes so you made bigger ones and helped him create an exercise course for his cats to use that runs along the walls

There is also a small water fountain that you placed in Aizawa’s apartment for his cats to drink from, you replace the water every day and wipes it down to clean it

You’ve also put brushes on the sides of certain furniture, walls, and on the cat’s towers. These brushes help you as well as Aizawa’s cats with grooming and helps reduce the amount of hair on everything and the amount of hairballs. The brushes are easy to clean and remove hair from. The cats just have to rub themselves against it and it brushes their fur collecting any loose hair.

As you both began sleeping in the same house/apartment Aizawa has gotten to see a lot more of your unfiltered self.

Sometimes when you’re completely in the Autistic zone you’ll just lay on his chest and lick Aizawa’s stubble whenever he’s laying down. You’ve explained to him that sometimes you just have an unstoppable urge to lick him and that you enjoy the feeling of his stubble. You apologized for it but he doesn’t mind it and lets you just follow your instincts.

While he was asleep you had played with his scarf and got tangled in it only for him to wake up to you yowling and angry, he laughed as he untangled you

Sometimes you’ll use cat behaviors to express yourself without words. One of the ways is when you make biscuits: you’ll do this whenever you’re happy in both cat and human form. Sometimes you don’t even realize you’re doing it.

another thing is Bunting: (y/n)’ll rub on Aizawa and leaves their scent on him every time he leaves the house (hound dog thought an intruder got inside UA and tracked the scent only to find Aizawa. He explained that a cat quirked friend rubbed their scent on him and that’s what inui is smelling)

Eventually Aizawa had to introduce you to his friends. At first when you met Hizashi you were spooked by his loud voice and even puffed up your fur with your back arched hissing at him.

After a bit you got used to his presence and carefully approached him. The moment he started scratching your head and giving you pets you folded and that’s when you both became friends.

After having known him for awhile you and Hizashi worked together to create a cat music playlist for his radio station. They created “cat radio: the 9 to 5 station for your feline friend” the station plays music for cats created by various artists and plays Monday to Saturday from 9:00 am to 5:00 pm.

You gave him a list of sounds that cats enjoy and he mixed them together and created a rhythm that sounded almost like human music.

Whenever they hang out he plays his newest pieces for them and they tell him what they think and if it could be improved.

Sometimes on Sundays, Hizashi and reader will accept calls to the studio or will open emails/letters from the listeners of the cat radio channel and reader will answer the listener’s questions about their cats and give advice as well as help the listeners understand their cats and somewhat translate for the cat(s) using their quirk’s ability to communicate with cats. Sometimes they have special guests such as veterinarians to answer questions and discuss cat things.

After some time (y/n) eventually met Nemuri as well. Nemuri immediately fell in love with (y/n) and quickly became their relationship coach. Whenever you’re having issues or need help with anything you call Nemuri for advice. She’s the one who helped Aizawa with the more intimate aspects of your relationship.

One time as a joke, Hizashi gave (y/n) catnip just to see what they’d do, only for them to get really horny and tackle Aizawa when he got home.

They kept biting him and eventually he had to lock them in a room to relieve their urges with the help of some ‘toys’ and needless to say, Aizawa was extremely exhausted afterwards but enjoyed tying his little kitten up.

However after that he never allowed catnip near them again unless (y/n) agreed beforehand due to how it makes them feel

When they get frisky in bed Aizawa will often bite the back of their neck where they have a human scruff, the skin there is just more loose and stretchy.

He will also make sounds like a seductive growl or rumbling when he bites it. This causes reader to become completely relaxed and intensifies their physical sensitivities as well as their 5 senses when they’re having sex.

You also experiences heats instead of periods(for you girls). (Boys experience heats too)

During this time you become especially sensitive and horny. Aizawa will mark and track the days leading to your heat so he can prepare for it.

He has bought various toys that he can control from his phone as well as a teddy bear that he recorded messages on for you to listen to his voice when he isn’t home and you need to relieve yourself

A lot of the messages are dirty talking telling you what he’s going to do to you when he gets home, praises and compliments or just him telling you how much he loves you

“Who’s my pretty little kitty? That feel good? I can’t wait to get home, you’d better prep yourself, because I’m not going give you any time to prepare.”

“Look at you, you’re so wet, such a naughty little kitten, making a mess.”

“You’re such a pretty little kitty, making such cute little noises, I just can’t wait to get home and sink my teeth into you and fuck you all night”

“Face down, ass in the air kitten, you know I like it”

“Look at this cute little ass, maybe I should tie you up, make you beg for me as I spank you”

“I’m going to make scream so loud you’re gonna give Hizashi a run for his money.”

“That’s it, good (girl, boy, kitty) go on and purr for me baby let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

“You’re so tight, I love you so much.”

When he does get home during their heats, he’s always happy to help them.

During your heats he’ll give you catnip on occasion as an aphrodisiac to help you when he’s especially tired since it makes you even more sensitive.

After your heats Aizawa will happily snuggle you and help you get around since you’re sore afterwards more often than not.

All in all, your relationship with Aizawa is purrfect, and he couldn’t ask for anything more.

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader #x autistic reader #aizawa smut #eraserhead #x neko reader #aizawa x y/n #Aizawa x reader smut

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cynicalaltruist · 2 months

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haii I love ur acc so far! I was wondering if I could request something w aizawa? i luv him lol ♥︎ how abt some daddy zawa,, do w that whatchu will !! >:3

Hi nonnie! Twirls my hair and giggles

♫ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐖’𝐒: (𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐎) 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓, 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 , 𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊, 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 “𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄“, 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐓, 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑, 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀, 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 ♫

He doesn’t really like you wearing clothes around the house—unless they’re his. He’s okay with that. It’s you in a full outfit, dressed like you’re going somewhere, that ticks him off. You hadn’t communicated any plans, which you know you’re supposed to do, yet here you are, dressed.

“Where are you off to?” He asks, voice even yet stern as you enter the living room. He’s sitting on the sofa, tucked against the arm, student papers scattered around. He sets the one he was grading aside to pay full attention to you.

Your face twists into a sweet, shy little expression, “Nowhere. I just got these new clothes recently and wanted to get your opinion. What’d’you think?” You twirled where you stood, and Shouta furrowed his brows at the outfit choice. It was definitely cute, but it was also tight. Too tight and too revealing for his tastes.

“It’s very nice,” He murmured, “But I wouldn’t have picked it out myself. When did you get this? Who did you get it with?”

You wilted slightly at his disapproval, and stepped closer to the couch. Your head bowed slightly, “I just went with my friends. It was about two weeks ago.”

Shouta hummed, “Your usual group of friends?” Disappointment soured his voice, and an embarrassed frown slid onto your face.

“Yeah,” you admitted. Shouta tsked.

“You know how I feel about them, sweetheart. They aren’t good influences for girls like you. They’ll ruin you,” Shouta finished with a hard look at you, though his eyes didn’t meet yours. Instead, they were locked onto your chest, where your low-cut top showed a little bit of cleavage.

Your breath hitched softly, and you stepped closer to Shouta, shyly entering his space. He welcomed you, spreading his knees to allow you to stand before him. Somehow, despite him looking up at you, all the power continued to lean in his favor.

“Daddy,” your voice was demure, “I can return them, if you want,” you dropped to a saccharine sweet murmur, “I kept the receipts and the tags, just in case.”

Shouta’s mouth slowly changed, adjusting from his sour scowl to an approving little smirk. He patted his lap, and you eagerly climbed on, wrapping your arms over his shoulders and cuddling close. He held you easily, and with a pleased little sigh, lowered his hand to palm at your ass. You gasped when he gently smacked it, before gripping it roughly in his palm.

“You’re so good,” he purred, “Such an obedient girl.”

You retracted away from him slightly, face burning hot, and he used his other hand to cradle your jaw. His eyes, tired but bright, locked onto yours.

“You can keep the clothes, but they stay at home, okay? I really do think they look nice.”

You nodded, heart thumping in your ears. Shouta continued, a gloating sort of look bleeding onto his face.

“Who do you belong to?” He murmured.

You shivered, “You, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

#𖤐 letter’s for lo 𖤐 #𖤐 anonymous 𖤐 #aizawa shouta x reader #shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa smut #aizawa smut #aizawa x reader smut #yandere aizawa #yandere shouta aizawa #𖤐 lo’s lyrics 𖤐

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touyasdoll · 1 year

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Just How He Likes It

pairing: Shouta Aizawa x exotic dancer!reader (fem)

word count: 1.3k

warnings: coffee shop acquaintances to lovers. he’s comes off a little stalkery at first, but nothing too intense. he’s just very into you and also very unsure how to pursue that. takes place in a strip club. soft/intimate sex. handholding <3

Aizawa doesn’t normally do this.

He doesn’t typically frequent establishments of this sort. The kind that are full of dim lighting and dollar bills. It’s not that he holds anything against these types of places; it just isn’t usually his scene.

He’s not even really sure what he’s doing here. He’s out of his element, but he couldn’t resist the temptation when he heard that the cute waitress who knows just how he likes his coffee moonlighted as an exotic dancer.

He tried for some time; he really did. How could he possibly stay away forever though? With the knowledge that he might finally get a peek at what you’ve been hiding beneath that coffee stained apron all this time? He couldn’t.

Now he’s here, waiting in the corner. His ever tired eyes glued to the stage, anxiously awaiting a glimpse of you. He’s not even sure that you’re working tonight, but he’s willing to stay and find out. He’s willing to come back tomorrow night and the next night after. And so on and so forth. He just needs to see you.

But then once he does, once he sees you strut out on stage, all he can think about is how he wants to touch you.

His gaze ravages your form as you begin to move, sensually swaying and spinning around the cold steel pole. He’s so much warmer. He could give you so much more than the men hollering for your attention. He could give you everything that you deserve and so, so much more.

He tunes the men out, focusing on the way your body expertly moves to the music, though his ears do perk up when the DJ refers to you as “Kitten”.

An amused smile graces his lips as he leans back in his chair, finally feeling a bit more comfortable in your presence.

That is, until you notice him.

You lock eyes with the man you’ve seen every morning for the past who knows how many months and for a second, you forget to breathe, but that’s nothing new. Every time he shuffles into your store, the same phenomenon occurs.

You forget to breathe and then you keep doing your job. This time is no different.

You keep your nerves in check, on the outside, at least. All that you can think of is a litany of questions.

How did he know? Did he seek you out? Is this simply happenstance? Is he going to treat you differently now that he’s seen you like this? Can you really take your top off on front of him?

It’s not like you have much of a choice. Off it comes and the way that you notice his eyes widen is worth the perfect reward for the risk.

You know that look. You’ve seen it hundreds, if not thousands, of times by now. He’s interested. You have him hook, line, and sinker.

So when your set is done, you depart the stage, feeling his gaze burning on your skin and loving every second of it. You can’t wait for more, so you make quick work of stowing away your earnings and putting yourself back together, so that you can make your way onto the floor.

He’s right where you left him, his eyes anywhere but on the dancer who’d since taken the stage. You’re hopeful that he’s looking for you and, of course, he is.

His stare meets yours and you gravitate to him, pulled in by some magnetic force that has your heels clicking in his direction, slow, sensual, and steady.

“I don’t recall seeing ‘Kitten’ on your nametag,” he murmurs, a lazy and effortlessly confident grin tugging on the corner of his mouth.

“I don’t recall ever seeing you here before,” you reply as you circle behind him, dragging your fingertips along his shoulders. “I’m not quite sure how to serve you here.”

He feels more muscular than he looks beneath his baggy clothes. You can’t help but wonder what else he’s hiding behind his aloof persona.

“But if I had to guess..” you continue, coming around to stand in front of him and straddle his lap. “I assume that you prefer it extra hot?”

It’s his turn to be rendered breathless. The subtle shift in his hips and the bulge growing beneath you is all the affirmation you need.

You smile and lean in, arms draping around his neck as your lips ghost the shell of his ear and you whisper,

“Why don’t you come with me?”

And you’re so grateful that he does.

Sweat rolls down your torso as your bodies glide and grind against one another, moans and groans being traded back and forth in the low light of the VIP room.

Your spine presses against the slick leather sofa beneath you, sticking to it when the thrust of his hips coaxes your body to bow and bend to his will.

He slips a sure hand beneath your back, leaving one last trail of kisses along your neck before he readjusts. He kneels, seizing your hips with both hands as he changes tempo, driving into you with more purpose.

The hair that’s come loose from his messy bun frames his face. The soft glow of the light illuminates his toned body in an enteral manner. His eyes are dark and full of lust, fixed squarely on your lewd expression. You’ve never seen him so feral and you’ve never been fucked this well.

He drives his hips into yours like he’s got something to prove. Like he’s finally releasing all the pent up energy from your daily exchanges. The subtle flirtations. The lingering touches when you personally hand him his drink. The stolen glances from across the shop. It’s all finally coming to a head and it feels glorious.

You want to tell him how good it feels. How good he’s making you feel, but you can’t find them. All you can do is reach for him, sinful noises pouring from your lips.

He takes your hand, interlocking his fingers with your own as he press it back into the sofa, squeezing it tight while his lips crash into yours. He readily swallow every decibel of desire vibrating against his mouth, swipes his tongue against your bottom lip and bites down, nipping at your kiss bitten pout as a particularly erotic groan is ripped from his lungs.

His hips move faster, angling up in just the right way to set you on a crash course straight into oblivion. That all encompassing feeling lights up every nerve in your body, winding you up and up and up until you hit your peak and crest over it beautifully.

His names tumbles from your tongue over and over as you mindlessly writhe and whimper beneath him, inspiring him to join you in nirvana. Seeing you like this is more than enough to do him in. He’s never felt pleasure quite like the jolt that runs through him when he finally spills his seed.

His hips briefly stutter and then fall right back in time, rolling as he rides out his high, all breathless grunts and softer whines than he’s seem capable of on the surface.

The silence that hangs in the air isn’t like any that you’ve felt before. It’s not awkward nor full of regret. It feels.. warm. Comfortable. Made easier by the way his thumb brushes against yours and how the tip of his nose nuzzles your neck.

Laying there in afterglow, all tangled up with one another as comfortably as lovers who’d had the privilege of spending a lifetime together already; it just feels right.

#aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #shota aizawa x reader #aizawa smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #aizawa x reader smut

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chaoticsimp · 1 year

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Sweet Dreams

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18+ | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Relationship: Aizawa X Reader (NSFW)

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

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

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

Word Count: 2103

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s late,” He reminded.

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

“Then let me help.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shota,” You whined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What was that?” He grunted.

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

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

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

“Sho, I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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bonkwrites · 1 year

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Baby

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

Relationship: Shota Aizawa x wife!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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chatterbox-73 · 8 months

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.Sugar Daddy.

Price of consoling.

Shota Aizawa x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Part 1: Radio Sugar (Hizashi Yamada)

A/N: part two of a request I got for present mic and/or aizawa, if you haven’t checked out part one and go show mic some love… also just so you know I don’t mind getting requests but I’m not always a very productive writer, however I will work on requests if they’re about a character or subject I know of…

Summary/inspiration/prompt: Present Mic tasks you with servicing his dear friend who just broke up with his long term girlfriend. The night was nothing that you expected but it was exactly what you needed.

Word count: 2k

CW: NSFW and adult content, unprotected sex, bondage, spanking/impact play, degradation (name calling), oral (m!receiving), eating cum, swearing.

You stood in the living room in a white sundress with pink flowers all over it, the dress was cute and loose and so unlike anything Yamada would want you to wear, the blonde loved you in anything tight, dark and skimpy, all things this dress was not. You walked over to the man and stood before him, suddenly he reached out and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his face into your abdomen “mic has informed me, you run a steep price for your services” the man stated and you blushed slightly, you were sure Hizashi was joking with him but you couldn’t help but think he took it all very seriously, “well you’re a friend of Hizashi, so I won’t charge you anything you can’t afford” you joked and the man chuckled, “I’m aware Yamada is already paying you for this…” the man begun before pulling you onto his lap, “but I’d still like to pay you, name you price and then we’ll start” he spoke calmly, his tired eyes looking you up and down, “for the basic services the prices are as followed; 40,000¥ for an hour of sex, an additional 7,500¥ for oral, and of course 10,000¥ for any photos you wish to take and all service prices double if you wish to record…” you spoke confidently, Hizashi had been preparing you for taking ‘clients’, in case anything happened to him or you both split up, you had to admit that he taught you well and you were extremely grateful to him, “…of course gifts of the same value of your services are acceptable so long as we agree” you run your fingers through his long tangled hair, “is cash alright?” The man hummed and his hands traveled to your ass as he began to squeeze your cheeks, you were in shock for a moment before quickly getting over it and nodding, “good, I want two hours of sex and to finish in your mouth, are there any off limit positions?” He spoke and you thought for a moment, there wasn’t many off limits to you, as long as they weren’t some gross kink position, you were fine with it. “You tell me what you want and I’ll tell you if it’s off limits” you looked at him and he nods “doggy and spread eagle” he spoke smoothly before his hand traveled back down your thigh to your knee, “should we get started now, sir?” You asked and the man shook his head, you frowned but before expressing your confusion he spoke, “I’d also like to know your prices on kinks, bondage and spanking… also it’s Aizawa, not sir…” the tired man looked at you and you gulped, “I’m only fine with light bondage and spanking, nothing too serious” you spoke honestly and he nodded in thought.

Aizawa discussed your boundaries in depth with you and his plan for the night, he wanted to make sure nothing was a surprise tonight, in all honesty discussing all these lewd acts he wishes to perform with you and on you, had your cunt clenching tightly, you were desperate and you were certain Aizawa knew, with every clench of your legs and every wiggle of your hips had the man growing rapidly beneath your ass, the bulge of his cock pressed comfortably between your ass check and the feeling had you pressing back against him further making him harder. “Fuck, you know how to tease a cock, baby girl… get up and show me that ass” Aizawa demanded still speaking in his same tired voice, despite his obvious desperation, you quickly stood facing the man you grabbed the straps of your sundress and removed them from your shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. You stood in only the pink thong Yamada had pick out for you earlier, you bounced on the balls of your feet letting your breasts bounce, the man watched your breasts move and jiggle however just as your breasts began to hypnotise him, you turned and pushed out your ass before wiggling your hips. “You fucking minx!” Aizawa let off a tired groan and watched you as you bent over slightly and with legs apart you rubbed two fingers over you clothed clit, moaning loudly at the friction, you pulled your thong to the side showing to man all your wetness, you then ran a finger along your entrance collecting your discharge before standing and pulling your panties back in place, once facing Aizawa you watched him intensely as to took your finger in your mouth and sucked all the fluid off it. “Tastes good…” you hummed as you walked away from the man and towards the bedroom.

You sat patiently on the bed watching the door, waiting for Aizawa to enter the room, you began to wonder if you’d taken it too far and the man had decided to leave you to spare your feelings despite you embarrassing him, after all he was in the midst of a very messy break up, however before you could slip farther into your thoughts Aizawa stepped into the doorway, he had taken off his shirt and undone his pants, his briefs struggling to keep him contained, “your cash is on the kitchen counter, I’ll be leaving immediately after we’re done… if there’s any issue with the money let Mic know” he spoke coldly before walking to you.

Aizawa stood in front of you and looked down at you, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him, you pressed your legs together once meeting his tired eyes, “are you ready?” He asked to which you nodded and that was enough for him before suddenly he was flipping you over onto your hands and knees, before pressing down on your shoulders forcing your chest and face into the bed, this course you to push your ass back against him as you moaned, “you like that huh?” Aizawa teased and you whined as he ground his hips into your backside, he let of a whistle and grabbed a handful of your cheek “it’s so soft, I bet it jiggles when you’re fucked… want me to find out?” He chuckled as you felt him pull your thong to the side and press his tip into your cunt, “yes… yes please… please fuck me” you moaned and felt him teasingly pull his tip out and push it back in, “fuck, I could just slide right in… you want that?” Aizawa groaned and you whined out a ‘yes’, suddenly he slipped completely into you, with no resistance whatsoever.

Aizawa gave you no time to adjust to him before he began taking you, the tired man gave lazy thrusts as he tightly held your hips, groans and grunts left his slightly parted lips while he looked down his nose at your ass, you dared to look back at him but the moment you lifted your head off the mattress he pushed your head back down, “don’t fucking move… you got that whore?” Aizawa grunted and you nodded, “say you understand!” He demanded and you opened your mouth “I understand, I won’t move” you spoke with a shaky breath, you weren’t surprised by his reaction as he had asked you about it prior to starting, however you were surprised by how much you were enjoying it. You could feel your walls desperately clinging to every ridge his shaft had to offer, you slowly reached a hand back and made contact with Aizawa thigh, your nails dragged against his skin, his muscle tensed and he gave you a particularly hard thrust causing you to move your hand to the mattress to steady yourself, “oh what… don’t stop now, you’re so eager to get those fucking hand off this damn mattress!” Aizawa shouted while holding a hand on the back of your neck, “what’s fucking changed now…? Huh skank?” He moved his hands to your wrists and pulled them behind you, before you could figure out what was happening your hands were tied tightly behind your back, “see what you’ve done… stupid bitch” Aizawa brought a hand hard down on your ass, this caused you to cry out and squeeze the man. It was all getting too much for you, Aizawa forceful thrusts, his rough hands, his strong grip, his thick veiny shaft and his deep demanding voice… god you could definitely see yourself needed to be fucked like this everyday, though just as you begin the to loose yourself, you were brought right back by an incredibly hard smack to the ass and the feeling of his cock leaving you, “no no no… please” you cried out and pushed your ass back into Aizawa’s hip grinding on his member once you made contact, to which you received another hard smack to the ass. You were so close and desperate to come that you remained unfazed by the brutal smack and even felt your excitement build, “oh yes… smack my ass harder” you moaned loudly and felt Aizawa’s cock twitch, you pressed your ass back more and grounded yourself harder along his member.

Aizawa shoved you off him and flipped you onto your back, “you cock hungry bitch…” Aizawa sneered at you before grabbing your face the leaning in, “you’re enjoying this too much…” he whispered “you wanna be fuck so bad… don’t you?” He fake whined and you nodded frantically, “yes… god yes… fuck me” you begged and Aizawa barked out a laugh, “you ordering me around huh? Like I’m not the one who payed for your services?” He hummed standing up and before you could say anything, his hand made contact with your face, leaving a sharp sting on your cheek that made tears well in your eyes, however you had no chance to form a reaction as Aizawa grabbed your ankles and pulled your legs so far apart you were almost doing the splits, only to then slip back inside you with one rough thrust. You cried out and thrown your head back into the mattress, as Aizawa immediately set an absurdly quick pace, “fuck I’m so ready to cum” the tired man groaned loudly and watched intensely as your cunt repeatedly swallowed him wholly, with every thrust he watched his cock disappear and watch as his pubic bone meet you, brushing against your clit and before long you came. Letting out a loud scream, tears ran down your face and your hips shook uncontrollably, Aizawa groaned at the feeling of your cunt squeezing him and continuing to fuck you until he let out a strangled moan, to this he pulled out of you and yanked your body from the bed, causing your ass to hit the floor with a thud.

You opened your mouth to protest however Aizawa quickly shoved his cock in your mouth, your throat immediately tightened and your lungs felt heavy, the corners of your mouth ache and you could feel yourself gagging but nothing being able to come up. It was all too erotic for Aizawa, he tangled his hands into your hair and came with a loud groan, pulling out of your mouth he walked over to your bedside table and grabbed a few tissues before returning to you, Aizawa held the tissues in front of you, “here spit it out” he spoke and you opened you mouth showing him, “I swallowed it” you smiled and the man frowned before helping you up and into bed, “you could get a stomachache” he scolded you as he leaned over you and untied your arms, “Yamada makes me swallow it all the time” you shrugged and stretched out your arms, Aizawa clicked his tongue and stood “Mic is irresponsible” he slipped his briefs and pants back on, “be sure to brush your teeth and gargle when your comfortable moving again… oh and don’t forget to use the toilet” he instructed you before leaving the room, you waited a moment in silence to hear your front door open and close, signalling Aizawa had left.

You didn’t know what Yamada was thinking when he set the arrangement between you and Aizawa but you were extremely grateful.