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✮ Teen!Aizawa, fem!reader, fluff, men who yearn, polar opposites, puppy love
✮ synopsis: Aizawa with an polar opposite girlfriend
Shota's quiet, reserved, and barely even socializes unless Hizashi forces him to—so the moment someone saw you with your lips on his, it was the shock of the school, for a girl like you to be all over Shota Aizawa.
Not everyone was seeking out watching your relationship, but your fellow classmates couldn't help but notice it: the way he looked mesmerized every time you droned on and on during lunch, the way you looked out for each other in training—it was a match that didn't make sense, but fit so perfectly
He stays very protective of you; it definitely causes Hizashi to make grumpy cat jokes whenever Shota's trailing right behind you holding shopping bags.
You and he adore each other's personalities. The way you're so kind and try to make everyone's life just a little easier, and the way he's so protective of those he loves. Polar opposites, but you swear he's you in a different font.
Falling in love with each other was easy. That's what you tell everyone when they ask, how it was that such polar opposites attracted each other. ask how
— midoriya izuku - “the ban is for your protection too”
you’re sobbing. legs trembling. sheets soaked. it’s 2am izuku wipes your tears like a sweet little boyfriend… while still thrusting into you.
“you said one more,” you cry.
“i said i’m close, baby,” he coos, kissing your damp cheeks. “almost done—be good, you’re doing so good—”
you go limp. soul gone. the next morning, you can’t get out of bed. your legs scream in protest. your clit throbs in fear.
izuku peeks in, beaming. “want some breakfast?”
you throw a pillow. “i want a mobility aid, you sex-obsessed beast.”
he freezes, startled. “wha—i thought you liked it—?”
“sex. ban. five days.”
his eyes go wide, like you ripped his heart out. “five—five days? but what if i just eat you out?”
“no.”
“what if i cry a little?”
“…still no.”
now he’s pouting, flexing shirtless, doing squats next to you on the couch and muttering things like, “i’d treat that pussy with respect if she’d just let me see it again”.
— bakugo katsuki - “you treated me like a fucking pocket pussy”
you wake up in bed, bruised, dazed, and possibly concussed. bakugo walks in with zero shame, biting into an apple. “you good?”
you sit up with a grimace. “you choked me out on the headboard.”
he grins. “you told me to.”
“you said, and i quote, ‘i’m gonna split you open like a wishbone.’”
he shrugs. “and you came like a bitch in heat.”
“i had a vision. i saw my ancestors. sex ban. one week. non-negotiable.”
his jaw drops. “you got me fucked up—i should ban you, you’re the one who gripped my cock like you were tryna keep it.”
“you folded me like lawn chair mid-thrust.”
he scoffs, already adjusting his boxers. “you’re gonna break before i do.”
now he’s stomping around half-naked, fisting the couch cushions, moaning dramatically every time you bend over just a little too far. you’re not gonna make it to day 3.
— aizawa shouta - “you don’t get to break me and then nap”
he’s still asleep. you’re staring at the ceiling, completely naked and so overstimulated you’re vibrating. you limp to the bathroom, looking like you got hit by a train, and find hickeys down to your knees. you confront him in the hallway, wearing a robe and rage. “you fucked me like a criminal, and then had the nerve to fall asleep while i was twitching on the mattress.”
aizawa opens one eye. “you came four times.”
“you edged me for an hour then ruined me.”
he yawns. “you said you wanted something intense.”
“i wanted foreplay. not carnage.” you fold your arms. “you’re banned from my pussy. three days.”
he raises a brow. “is that so?”
“and no lazy finger-fucking while you grade papers either.”
now he’s dangerously silent. letting you sit in his lap during staff meetings, letting his hand hover just above your thigh… brushing your hair off your shoulder and whispering, “ban’s almost over, right?” you’re the one that caves hard.
— shigaraki tomura - “you said you’d be gentle”
you’re clinging to the headboard, shell-shocked. legs trembling. back scratched to hell. your voice is gone.
shigaraki stands at the edge of the bed, breathing heavy, sweat dripping down his neck. “you’re alive,” he mutters. “that’s what counts.”
you rasp, “you called me your little pet and choked me with your shirt sleeve.”
his lips twitch. “and you came so hard you squirted.”
“on the wall, tomura. the wall.”
he shrugs. “didn’t know you could do that. neat.”
you grab your robe like it’s armor. “sex ban. a week. you’re unstable.”
he scoffs. “you think i’m the problem?”
“you growled ‘mine’ and bit my inner thigh like a feral stray.”
now he’s pacing, jerking off with one hand while glaring at you. “if i don’t get to fuck you by friday, i’m decaying the bed.” he keeps leaving your vibrator on your pillow like a threat. you’re scared. and turned on.
— dabi - “you lit my soul on fire and then asked if i was good”
you’re curled up on the couch with an ice pack on your pelvis. dabi’s walking around shirtless, covered in hickeys he made you give him. “you okay, babe?” he says, lighting a cigarette.
you groan. “you called me your ‘favorite cum dumpster’ and then came in me four times without blinking.”
he blows smoke. “you said you wanted to feel used.”
“i said slightly.”
he smirks. “you were crying and saying ‘don’t stop.’ what was i supposed to do?”
you hiss. “sex ban. three days. minimum. i need to regenerate my spine.”
he leans down, whispers in your ear. “so i shouldn’t bend you over the couch right now?”
you kick him weakly. “i will die.”
now he’s tormenting you. letting you see his hard-on every time he changes, jerking off loudly in the shower while moaning your name, licking his fingers in front of you like he’s tasting you again. you’re gonna fold on your knees.
CW: Non-Con, Wombfucking, Yandere Capitano (Mention of Murder), Lactation, Breeding
Captiano’s family of knights has served yours, the royal family, for decades. You’ve known him since you were little kids, back when he practiced with wooden swords and you with silver spoons. He fell for you over time and did whatever he could for your happiness. He’ll do absolutely anything that you command him to without hesitation.
Although you haven't ascended the throne yet, there’s a lot of pressure for you to find a match. Many citizens have thrown themselves at you but none of them caught your attention. That is, until you met Tartaglia. An orphan knight fresh from war. He earned his title as a noble which in turn, made him eligible for marriage with you.
You found him cute and amusing. Most of his life experience on the battlefield along with his previous status as a commoner means that he knows little to nothing about royal etiquette.
Without bowing or doing anything to show his respect to you, he greeted you with a grin and a simple “Hello.”
Not “Greetings your royal highness.” Not “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Not even “Hello, your highness.” Just “Hello.”
Capitano wanted to cut his head off for his impudence but that ridiculous excuse of a greeting was enough to charm you.
Capitano thought he'd be okay remaining as just your knight, but he changed his mind after seeing you with Tartaglia and the way you looked at him with desire. The kind of desire an alpha typically feels for an omega. The kind of desire that’ll never be directed towards him, a beta.
He can't compete. It's extremely rare for beta candidates to win over omegas. There are certain standards they have to meet if they want to marry into the royal family. One of which being fertility. Omegas are far more likely to get pregnant and produce heirs. Betas are perfectly fertile among other betas but among alphas? Their bodies aren't made to take it. All interpretations of that apply.
Although Capitano has plenty of endurance and stamina, he wouldn't be able to handle you. In a regular battle you’d be on par with his skills but the sexual battle that occurs when an alpha is aroused is a fight he won't be able to win. Not to mention the fact that alpha’s are less likely to be attracted to betas anyway. He’s disadvantaged.
So he has to watch.
Watch you go on dates, take Tartaglia to secret places to make out, and touch him in private, powered by your exhilarating defiance against royal customs.
Watch the way you shift your body in response to something Tartaglia said to turn you on. The way you gaze at his lips before suggesting a detour. The way you look down at the ginger as he wraps his lips around your cock.
And Listen.
Listen to the noises you make as the omega pleases you. Listen to the words you say to him before you come inside his mouth.
Listen to the hushed whispers of what you plan to do to him on your wedding night.
When he was a child, he wished he was an alpha. He trained harder than anyone else so he could hold a candle to the natural strength of an alpha. But now, as an adult, he wishes he was an omega. He wishes you could hold him and say all the things you said to Tartaglia. Praise him when he sucks you off and whisper dirty words into his ear so he can masturbate to the memory when he returns to his quarters.
“Thrain, we can't do this…” You whisper. Capitano’s hand is pressed against the wall while his body is pressed against you.
He gropes your bulge. “Just one time, [Name], please.” His voice is slightly whiny, a stark contrast from how he usually sounds.
“If we do it, I’ll never be able to fulfill my duties. I’ll never be able to hold Tartaglia and consummate our marriage because my mind will be occupied with this memory of you.” You gently caress his cheek. “You’ll become the sole object of my desires.”
Capitano looks at you with a gentle expression.
“However…there's something else we can do to be together, but…it might be too much for you.”
“I’ll do anything for you, [Name].”
“Kill him.” You reply. “Permanently remove him from my life and I’ll wed you.”
Capitano suddenly wakes up.
“Understood.” He clutches his fist.
Capitano enters your palace covered in the ginger man’s blood. Nobody suspects a thing, they assume he's headed to his chambers so he can clean up after fighting monsters. He's lucky enough to live in your palace.
Meaning he can easily enter your room without suspicion.
“Thrain?” You watch him close the door behind him. “Did something happen?” You ask.
He doesn't respond and begins to remove his clothes. With every part he removes, a tempting scent becomes more noticeable. You have two questions. Why is he stripping in front of you and why does he smell like an omega? You wonder if he met someone…that hypothesis would make the blood a lot more concerning.
With your sharp eyes, you notice something on his coat. You walk over and grab it, instantly recognizing the stray orange hairs on it. You can smell Tartaglia’s scent…and someone else's. You turn to him. “What happened? Answer me.”
Capitano pulls his undershirt off of himself. “I took care of him.” He replies, removing his pants.
“Why? What on Teyvat compelled you to do such a thing?” You question. It's not like you were in love with the man but it's extremely concerning for a knight to kill his liege's partner without a valid reason. “Did…did you catch him doing something?” You ask, remembering the unfamiliar scent.
Capitano pauses. Didn't you tell him to…
“Yes. I overheard him talking to an alpha from a neighboring kingdom in his room. He spoke about a plan to stage a coup and take the throne, without you.” He quickly spins a lie.
“So he had an ulterior motive.” You shake your head and stare at the cloth in your hands. It explains why he was so eager to have sex with you. You don't notice he's still stripping. “I’m not all that surprised…Thank you. My most loyal night.” You look at him and pause. You lose your train of thought, your gaze fixating on the area right below his stomach. A sexy symbol in glowing blue ink presumably tattooed onto his body. He didn't have that when you bathed in the hot springs yesterday.
You try to say something but get interrupted by his hand around your waist. In the blink of an eye, you're lifted from the ground. Capitano gently lowers you on your bed and crawls on top of you.
“Don't worry, my liege, I’ll take his place to secure your title as the crown prince and future emperor.” He quickly removes your clothes.
“Wha- what–” You start to pick up a new but familiar scent. Well, new to you. Capitano’s strange condition and his mysterious tattoo makes it easy to alter your reality. The scent you smelled on his coat was his, but you’ll never know that. “I thought you were a beta? Nngh–” You groan from the feeling of his wet pussy rubbing your quickly hardening cock.
“I’m suitable for you now.” He grabs your length and lifts himself up then sinks down onto you. “I’ll give you heirs, [Name].”
His movement pauses as your cock reaches his cervix.
“I- I’m sorry but I don't think—” Your eyes widen as his cervix opens for you. He really is an omega now. “Thrain, you don't have to do this. This isn't your responsibility.”
“Then make it my responsibility.” He restrains you and starts to bounce. “Get me pr— no, breed me, [Name]~” Capitano moans, shivering with excitement. He's finally been blessed.
You marvel at this extreme change. You never knew he had feelings for you. You never even thought of him like that.
“Look,” Capitano reaches for his nipples and squeezes, milk steadily streaming down his body. “Even after surgery, I can breastfeed.”
Seeing him like this in front of you, bouncing on your cock as milk dribbles down his nipples, is driving you nuts. You hate yourself for being so ignorant. You're glad Tartaglia’s dead. Now you get to return your love to the man who you practically belong to at this point. He's defended and fought for you since the day he was given permission to guard you. He's part of the reason why you became the crown prince. You’re…his.
All of you, every single part, belongs to him.
You touch his tattoo, instantly triggering an orgasm. Capitano's mouth hangs open and his bounces stop. He moans. He feels amazing.
You grab him and flip your positions, then move him into a mating press. He may be stronger but you're trained well enough to handle his weight. Even if you weren't, sex with an omega can make difficult things easy and the impossible, possible.
You press your lips against his and lead him through the kiss while thrusting deep inside him.
You pull away from his face, only by a couple meters, then drag your tongue down his body and to his nipples.
Capitano grins. “Yes–” He throws his head back. “Mark me, [Name]!”
You want to, so badly, but you can't just yet. You hesitate before parting with his nipple. “We have to wait.” You brush his hair behind his ear. The rules of Snezhnaya are strict and the opposing nobles are always happy to nitpick the royal family. Royals aren't permitted to have penetrative sex nor mark their partners before marriage to prevent illegitimacy.
The sex can be excused since Capitano is presenting, and you’ll likely get more support since most would believe you're soulmates, but you physically can't mark him. At birth, every member in the direct line of the royal family is given a preventative seal to prevent marking and pregnancy from happening. It also helps fight against strong pheromones and keeps the person in a somewhat more sober state than how they’d be otherwise. It can only be broken by a priest, typically during the wedding ceremony.
There are “illegitimate” children in the bloodline, but it's not common. It usually happens when one severs ties to the family or pays off a priest so they can elope.
But even if you could mark him, you’d be in big trouble with both your parents and all the nobles. You don't want to make things complicated.
“Don't worry, my love.”
He swoons at your voice. “You’ll still breed me?” He asks sweetly. God, hearing him in a state like this is something you never knew you needed.
“On our wedding night. Can you wait for it, sweetheart?” You pull out and come on his stomach. “I’ll stay inside you all night, then I’ll come inside you again in the morning, then I'll come back in the afternoon…I’ll make sure you get pregnant. Just be patient.”
Capitano smiles and nods. He knows how intense the nobles can be when it comes to this topic. His exhaustion finally catches up to him and his eyes flutter closed.
| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: bakugou x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader, x fem!reader, shoto x fem!reader, slight somnophilia!, pet names 'doll' 'baby' 'good girl' 'slut', voice kink, hair tugging, implied d/s in aizawas, praise, oral -> male recieving, possession + more? MINI ONESHOTS. total wc :: 2.7k
⋆·˚ ༘ *REQUEST :: Could you please write a headcannon about you wake the mha boys in the middle of the night because u are horny and wanna fuck but they have a mission in the morning. But reader is being a needy slut and they cant resist her. (pls with dabi,katsuki,Aizawa and maybe shoto or anyone you like). Could u please write is very nsfw/suggestive👉👈🙂↔️Thaaank u so muuch! - @carokitten
DABI
This man is knocked out, when he says he is going to sleep, he is going to sleep and not waking up unless it's important. What's important right now for him? Waking up for his mission tomorrow which (to him) is an ungodly time in the morning (7am). What's important to you? Quenching that heat that's blooming in your lower abdomen as you had just woken up from a particularly nasty dream with Dabi. He's dead asleep—sprawled shirtless, half the blanket kicked off, scarred chest rising and falling steadily.
You couldn't help yourself crawl over him, straddling his waist, kissing his neck and tugging at his pants, whispering, "Please, Dabi... I need you."
He groans, cracking one eye open with a lazy smirk. "You’re fuckin’ serious right now, doll? Got a raid at 7 AM."
Your hips grind against him and your voice turns breathy, whispering, "Can’t help it… you’re so warm and I just wanna be full of you…"
His hand grabs your throat gently, lips curling up. "Tch. You’re lucky I like when you beg."
He flips you over, mouth hot on your skin. "Guess they can wait a little longer for me, huh?" And his didn't waste a second longer pulling up your black silk night gown and pulling your thong to the side, arousal connecting to the cotton. The smirk on Dabi's face deepens, "Needy slut, you are," he murmurs against your neck. "Good thing you're all mine."
All you could do was helplessly nod as a whimper spills past your lips when you feel scared hands tightly hold the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs up beside your head, folding your body into a tight mating press. It didn't take him a second longer to take his semi hard cock out. and to push it into your sopping cunt.
A loud moan emits from your throat from the sudden contact, and feeling his cock grow hard inside you, pressing immediately against that soft spot inside your cunt, making your silky walls clench tight around his length. "Fuck," you whimper, trying to squirm away but you couldn't, you were to tight under him.
Your poor body being folded in such a position this early in the morning was not ideal.. but you did ask for it, so you can't do too much complaining. "Ah ah ah," he tuts, slowly thrusting into your pussy, a lewd squelching noise sounding through your shared room. Your knees were already beginning to ache but you can't move, not until he gets off you. "You're going to take all of it, doll. Every single inch of me."
"M'kay," you mumble, whines spilling in with your words, your hair sprawled out on the bed as you could feel a coil tighten in your stomach as he continued to make an absolute mess of you.
Dabi lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your own, and you had the same effect on him.
"Such a good slut," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent.
"Feels s' full though, Touya," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."
"You asked for this, so you're going to take it all."
BAKUGOU
Bakugou is out cold, his face buried in the pillow and his hair is a mess as he snores very softly, only just a little bit. While you have tried to get yourself to finish, twice, but you haven't even gotten close to how your man does it to you, your fingers don't compare to his own and you weren't going to come down from your pleasure. You weren't, not until you had your release. Katsuki has ruined that pleasure for you because now you can't even do anything yourself anymore, you need to have him help you.
You couldn't take it anymore as a frustrated whimper softly escapes your lips, pressing your bare chest against his back, hand slipping under the covers to palm him.
He jolts awake, confused as he rolls onto his back. "The fuck you doin’? It’s—" Katsuki checks the digital clock on his bedside table and he lets out a sigh. "—3 in the fuckin’ morning, baby."
Two of your fingers hook around his boxers, a pout rising on your lips as you tug gently on the cotton. "I’m sorry... I just... need you... so bad, Kats'."
His breath stutters when your fingers move from the hem, going lower, and trace his semi hard cock causing sparks to flow through his veins at your gentle touch. "You tryna kill me before this goddamn mission?" he says before letting out a deep breathy sigh, his dick fully hardened under your hand.
You were about to say something in reply before you were quickly grabbed by the hips, throws you under him, your breasts squished up against the bed and your legs spread my Katsuki's knees, leaving you completely immobile as you couldn't even attempt to squirm out the position. "Hope you’re ready to take responsibility then, baby."
If there was one thing you knew, it was that Bakugou is rougher when he's tired, less patient with you and he will not stop until you're crying out his name. And that's exactly what he was doing.
Fat, hot, tears stream from your eyes and all Bakugou could do was smirk at the sight. If you wanted to be needy and get fucked, that is exactly what he was going to give you. The only gracious thing he had done so far was putting a pillow under your hips before letting your body rest fully down on the bed. This was more so for him rather than you... he needed a good angle to fuck you good.
Bakugou's mass pressing down against your back. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. Bakugou's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.
Bakugou's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Bakugou raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, filled with his cum from previous rounds.
"I'll make sure you're filled up real nice," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action.
Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit once more and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Bakugou knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.
You held your breath when Bakugou sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Bakugou's length nudged the deepest spot within you.
"That's it, your cunt knows me so well," Bakugou moans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good. "Still taking me so good, baby." The praise makes your brain go fuzzy, numb from the pleasure. Yes, this is exactly what you needed.
SHOTO
If Shoto is anything, he is 100% a light sleeper, so you can't even get out some enjoyment, so the second you shift from his hold and place your hands onto his chest, he doesn't miss it, slowly he blinks open his eyes. The first thing he can register, is the lusted gaze that has coated your face and the arousal soaking his body, yours and his own.
"Is something wrong?" he asks groggily. You look up at him with flushed cheeks and teary eyes.
"No, I just… I can’t sleep. I need you so bad, Sho'…"
His breath hitches, and his hand instinctively cups your cheek.
"You… want to do that right now?" You lean down closer to him, lips barely grazing his own as you nod, grinding hard against him through your panties. Moans string from your moan when you feel him grow beneath you and Shoto closes his eyes, strewn in pleasure an his thoughts about the mission he has tomorrow.
His cheeks tint a soft red as he pauses his thoughts—mission? what mission?—he thinks sarcastically as he pulls your hips down harder. Number 2 heroing can come later...
"Okay. I’ll take care of you. Just try not to scream too loud… we still have to wake up early."
Shoto flips you around, pinning you to the bed with your arms and spreading your legs with his knees before capturing your lips into a deep and heavy kiss. He can feel your chest stuttering against his own with every breath he steals from you, along with the whimpers that escape your lips. Whimpers not only from the kiss but how his clothed cock perfectly slots against your bare cunt.
You didn't know how long you were going to hold out for...
But lets just say he definitely didn't disappoint you.
AIZAWA
With Aizawa, you have to be careful around him, or else it wouldn't be a surprise, you have to be sneaking around to catch him off guard. So here you are, carefully straddling him, pressing slow kisses to his chest while he breaths deeply, still taken over by sleep, completely unaware of your advances.
You suck gently over his abs, then go lower, peppering kisses around and on the tuffs of his happy trail. A sigh of satisfaction leaves your mouth, if you had to do anything for the last time, this would be it because lord, you love his cock (and him).
A shift is felt beneath you and Aizawa's cock jumps beneath your throat before you felt fingers lacing through your hair. Aizawa tugs your hair, lifting your head up from his lower abdomen to meet his eyes, a moan falls past your lips at the gesture, your panties getting further soaked with arousal.
"And what are you doing?" he asks slowly, his voice rough and slightly scratchy from sleep which just made the heat grow bigger. Gods, you love his voice.
A sweet, sinful smile coats your lips and your hand trails down to his sweats, palming his semi-hard bulge through the fabric, "Just want you. Just for a bit. I’ll be good, I promise."
He sighs, already getting hard at the sight of you kneeling between his legs, eyes wide and needy. He desperately wanted to say he had a mission in five hours but he couldn't because he can't resist you, not at all. Aizawa lets out a sigh, mumbling, "What am I going to do with you?" before sitting up, back resting against the headboard.
A sharp tug of your hair from Aizawa caused you to let out a pained moan, sending a pleasured shock to your heated core. Your face only a few mere inches away from his clothed, hard cock.
"Fine. But I'm using you. You started this—so you better not cry when I ruin that pretty throat of yours."
"I won't," you say, thighs clenching together, trying to relief the ache in your pussy, arousal slicking your thighs. As your doe eyes stare up into Aizawa's deep slate iris' you couldn't help but a pout befall your lips. "I promise," your fingers playing mindlessly with the hem of his sweats.
Aizawa lets a gentle smirk rise before his free hand cups your jaw, thumb rubbing your bottom lips sensually before slipping his digit inside your mouth. Your tongue immediately wraps around his thumb, sucking slowly. "Such a good girl."
"Now get to work, sweetheart," Aizawa huffs, removing his thumb from your mouth.
Lowering your head, per your control and Aizawa's as his grip tightened around your hair, you pepper slow kisses over his hard cock, feeling the twitch come from his length after every kiss. "Don't tease," he grunts.
The roots of your head began to sting softly but it made you feel so good, and pleasuring Aizawa was more than you could ask for. Taking one last glance up, you watched him swallow the lump in his throat, eyes shut, waiting. You knew that if you pushed his too far, he'd use you in a way that have your neighbours worried from your screams.
The position you were in now, though, is perfect to suck him dry. You tug down the hem of his pants just enough to let his cock loose, long and thick, hitting just at his belly button. Gently, you grip his base, your free hand cupping his heavy balls, squeezing softly causing a a deep groan resonate from him.
Angling his throbbing length towards you, you place a wet kiss on his tip, making sure your saliva drips down, wetting his cock. "That's it, good girl," Aizawa praises, and it only fuels your desire, your lower abdomen fluttering in response, pleasuring him makes you feel pleasured as well, because your oral fixation goes crazy.
Dragging the flat of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins that sprung up to the head of his cock, deep groans are the only noises you hear, along with the wet slicking noises from the contact between your mouth and him. You spread the pre cum spilling from his slit before taking his throbbing length into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his swollen pink tip before you took his cock further into your mouth.
"Deeper, sweetheart," he says, his hips trying not to thrust into your face. Aizawa was trying desperately not to fuck your mouth, wanting to see your lashes well with tears. A hum is muffled by his dick, the vibrations causing him to let out a deep moan. "Shit," he sighs, fuck.
Aizawa couldn't handle it anymore. If you're going to wake him up in the middle of the night, then you're getting what he gives. You gag on his length when he pushes your head down all the way to his base, your nose tickling his hair around his cock, your hand quickly makes contact with his thigh.
"That's it," he praises, moving your head at a pace he enjoyed, letting him take control. Aizawa started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth. "Let me see."
You lift yourself up from his cock and stick out your tongue just for him, he lets two of his own fingers massage his cum on your tongue. "Good girl," he praises. "Swallow."
You nod, doing what he says.
"Are you feeling better?" Aizawa asks and you nod.
"Yeah!"
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honey's a/note:: i hope this was okay lmao, there def is grammar and punc mistakes in this but oh well, 3am is peak writing time for me, i should be working on my presentation thats due in a fornight but oh well. if anyone has any other characters for this idea lmk :) or maybe the reverse role 👀 i know that some of these were half asses but ill get back to them i swear
you mention free use to aizawa one time thinking he won’t do anything about it because he’s always exhausted af - but come the next morning he palms the back of your neck and roughly bends you over the counter while you’re making coffee, tugs your underwear to the side and slides his cock in between your thighs, letting it rest right under your clothed cunt until he gets you needy and wet just from feeling his dick jump against you - and when he finally slides inside you you nearly cum when he says, “fuck angel. she’s telling me just how much you like this, isn’t she?”
