gonna add more, cause I can. oh and MINORS DNI
the first time aizawa breaks into your place it's not because he wants to, he needs to. you were in such a rush this morning you didn't give his little buddy enough food (you redubbed the grey cat pumpkin. he’s not sure he likes it) he stays awhile, just looking around and petting his buddy
the second time he breaks in is to free his little buddy (pumpkin now he reminds himself) from your curtain and to give back a jewelry he watched you drop the other day. he looks a little closer at your schedule, opens a few drawers, checks in your closet
the third time it’s because your late. nearly midnight and youre still not back. his little buddy needs to be fed and watered. hes grumbling about it when the sound of keys and a gosling door startles him, diving into your room just as you open the door. luckily for him youre incredibly drunk. telling the cat how silly you are for leaving the lights on all day. with limited options he quickly enters your closet.
youre stripping as you enter your room and aizawa is just stuck, watching from the crack in your closet door and holding his breath that you wouldnt need anything. he watches you get ready for bed, just to alleviate the boredom. rationally, it helps that youre nice to look at. all curves, love handles, and rolls. you just look so soft. flesh spilling out from between your fingers as you grab your sides, stomache, breasts. hands trailing down to between your
hes unblinking as you fall back on your bed with a loud groan. the crack gives him a truly deplorable view of you. with some careful adjusting so he can at least see your face and breasts. youre flushed red and chest heaving, free hand playing with a nipple as you loudly moan. even in his looser hero pants he needs to grind into his palm to relieve pressure.
aizawa can tell youre starting to get frustrated. a few short chants of please leaving your lips. the just barely visible cues your hips canting up. hes so close when your back arcs and you let out a lewd gasp. grinding into his palm, his other hand clenching around his hair. he takes deep breaths as your form disappears. lights going out and bed creaking.
he waits at least an hour or two before creeping out. pausing to stand over you aizawa feels his cock start to harden again. adjusting himself with one hand the other twitches at his side. the sun is almost up by the time hes climbing out the way he came in.
the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh time he breaks comes in he doesnt bother with an excuse. (not that his other reasons were ones). he doesnt need one after the personal show you put on just for him. youre his.
