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Ever wondered how your first meeting will go? Their first impression of you? How the two of you actually end up together? Well, guess who is in luck, love? I am spilling everything.
Happy pride 🏳️🌈
PILE ONE
Pile number one, the first time your future wife sees you, they instantly like you, a lot! But try convinced themselves somehow that they just really want to be your friend.
Your future wife could be in a relationship with a man when you first meet. Some of them might even be married. You come in looking like a million bucks, and they simply cannot stop staring.
This could happen through work. This person will probably think back often on the first time they saw you and the way they felt about you. They will replay that moment in their mind before you get together, after you get together, throughout your time together, and while the tension is building. This is a moment where their mind tells them one thing, but their heart has just confirmed something they have always known.
They may have grown up in a culture where being gay was not seen as natural, or they may have grown up very religious. In some cases, they never came out. They never truly questioned their sexuality. Your future wife may have been with only one man their whole life, so they are not experienced when it comes to sexual relationships, even with men. They do not think about it deeply; they simply see it as an obligation. They are not considering their own wants, their own desires, or how they want to be touched, until they meet you.
You activate something in this person. You especially activate a truth they have been running from. Choosing you, even admitting it to themselves, will almost feel like breaking their own heart.
Getting to know you, spending time with you in whatever environment you meet, will feel like stepping into a part of themselves they have never allowed to exist. The more they spend time with you, the more they talk to you, the more they fall in love with you.
You may have some inkling or some doubt, thinking, "Do they like me?" But then you remember they are with someone, married, or with a man. Nothing ever tells you that this person likes you that way. Yet the whole time you spend with them, you could have a small voice in the back of your head saying, "Yes, this person likes you that much."
You will have a friendship first. It will be genuine on both sides.
There will be hints. They give you more gifts than they give to others. They remember details about you. What they write to you, the images they use; they could be telling you they love you, and you might see it as friendship. But sometimes, when they say it, it sounds deeper. And you will find yourself answering the same way, feeling something deeper than what you are both willing to name.
This will last for a long time. You could even enter another relationship while this gets played out. This person will battle their feelings for you for a long time. There will be a moment when both of you face the truth. You will look into each other's eyes and clearly see each other, not only the love you share, but also the desire.
This person will probably make the first move to kiss you. At first, you may be so shocked that you do not react for a few seconds, until things heat up between you. This could be the first time they have a physical relationship with a woman. It will be extremely revealing.
You would probably end up making this person come more than once. It will be one of the best sexual relationships they have ever had, though tainted by guilt. But they will also feel relief, finally able to accept themselves while in your arms.
I do not know how this will end for you, but it feels you will figure it out. I see you being really, really happy. This person loves you so much, not only as a human being, but also as a partner. They have had the biggest secret crush on you for the longest time. And you did as well for a little while before your first kiss.
Addictesd yet? Good. My master list is calling your name. Go on, you know you want to.
PILE TWO
There is something your future wife needs to be careful about when it comes to you. I feel like they know they have to handle this situation differently than they will. I do not know what it is about you. I just feel like your future spouse sees you and has the impression that you are someone different, and things will have to be different if they want you.
One thing about this person is they know what they want. They see you, they want you, and they want to make sure they get you, so they are about to start planning. I love this energy. This person could be an earth sign. I feel like they are going to plot on you, plan how you are going to become their girlfriend and their wife pretty soon. This person could ask you to marry them quite early. They could ask you to marry them several times as well. This is really funny. I am getting the vibe of Robby Hoffman and her wife, how she is obsessed with her wife. I think she asked her to marry her so many times, and they got married, and now they are obsessed with each other and she is glowing. Her wife is glowing. This person is going to make you feel so good. They are going to make you glow.
They could be more on the masc side of the spectrum when it comes to their style. I feel like this person wears suits or likes to wear a nice suit. They look really commanding. I think that is something they aspire to be, and they also are commanding.
There is a quiet strength that follows your future wife. I think you are really going to love their whole demeanor and how they embody peace and harmony in a strong way. This person really soothes your nervous system. There is some type of capability, how much they look like a capable person, that reassures you whenever you are with them. You know you can count on them, always. If they are next to you, nothing can go bad. You really trust this person, and you also trust their ability to turn things around, which could be one of their superpowers. This person is extremely street smart, and that could have been really helpful in running their own business.
They also have an amazing intuition, the same one that talked to them when they saw you for the first time, and this little voice in their head told them that you were the one. Your future spouse does think the right way when it comes to you. They ask you out on a date, they compliment you. They look interested, they act interested. They pay attention. Every single little detail about you is known and noticed in your relationship. You never feel overlooked, which could have been something you felt with past partners, like you did not really matter, like you were not worth the effort. This person is going to show you the opposite. They are going to show you how much you matter and how much you are worth any fucking effort in this world.
They will make you feel cherished every step of the way. It is really going to heal a part of you. You could have had a really bad childhood, or you could have been backstabbed by a lot of people in your life, and without really noticing, you have been carrying those wounds all along. You are not even going to notice how they heal you. You will be with them, and one day you guys are going to be on vacation, and you will wake up and feel so good about life. Suddenly you will come to the realization that you have never felt so good about life, and that all those wounds you have been carrying have been healed slowly by them. You will be tear‑eyed because it will feel like they did not do it on purpose. They really just killed you with their love.
I really love this person because I feel like they have really great intentions. They do not play around when it comes to you. While you are dating, you know exactly why this relationship is going. There is no situationship. There is no confusion. This person really makes sure you know where you stand with them, and that you feel understood and loved when you are with them.
This is going to be amazing for yourself, for your inner child, for your teenage self that was convinced they would never find true love or genuine love, the love you wished for in someone else. Once again, this person is really healing. It could be a justice when it comes to how life has treated you so far, and it will really feel worth it. It will almost feel like, "If that stupid shit never happened to me, I would have never met them." So it is almost worth it. And it will not matter anymore.
Right now, you could be kind of bitter and ruminate on all the time you have been betrayed or felt alone, and it haunts you in some ways. This person is going to come in and all of those bad memories will just disappear.
You spent the first part of your life feeling unlovable, alone, and as if you would never find another soul that would understand you in the ways you wish to be seen. This is going to be the proof, not only from God, but also from the universe, that you were lovable all this time, that you were never alone, and that all that was happening was for you to be where you are right now, with your future wife getting ready to be together for the rest of your life.
You guys could have two children or more. I feel like the family vacations are going to be amazing memories. You could have a book of all the vacations you take as a family.
Addictesd yet? Good. My master list is calling your name. Go on, you know you want to.
PILE THREE
Your future spouse is one of the wisest person you know. They are amazing at giving advice, giving guidance, and comforting you. I think this person is really a ride or die, but in such a soft way that it's just the best. I feel like they complete you. Exactly, it's like where you lack, they add, so you guys are just the perfect duo.
When it comes to the first impression of you, I feel like this person doesn't really have a bad or a good impression. I feel like this is the type of person that enters a new relationship or any new social interaction without any judgment. They really wait and see. And I feel like this is how this person falls in love with you.
This person gives me really "I'm above the bullshit" vibes. They're not into entertaining chaos. They're not gonna be the type that's gonna start a fight because they're bored. They're super mature emotionally and in so many other ways. I feel like this person could be an amazing therapist. They could be an amazing counselor. I feel like people around them in their community go to them for advice, go to them for guidance. I like this person. It's just something about them that is so trustworthy and that makes you immediately comfortable, which is super attractive. And I feel like you're gonna find them extremely attractive the first time you see them. But I really do feel like they will just kind of wait to see who you are. I feel like when they see you, they will think that you're beautiful, but it's not gonna be with any ulterior motive of being with you or doing this or doing that. It's really just gonna be an observation that you're beautiful, and I feel like it's gonna stop there.
And then the more they see you, the more they hear about you, the more they hear you talk, I feel like this person could hear you talk in some ways, the more they're gonna love you. I feel this person really loves the person that you are.
I think the first time that they realized that they want to be close to you, you could be having a conversation with someone else and they're kind of listening, and you say something that they wholeheartedly agree with. And I think they're kind of surprised that you think this way, and that just kind of piques their curiosity right away.
I feel like this person is all about character, about the way you show up in the world, how you are with others. This person is really about peace and love, but actually not for fun, not for a trend. They just really believe in kindness and they believe in doing the right thing. They really have like a light type of energy, and I feel like you're gonna eat that shit up, like you're gonna love this.
I think this person seems so stable, centered, and grounded that a lot of people find them so attractive and impressive that a lot of people have a crush on this person. And I don't even think this person is aware because they're not really focused on that. I really like this person. It almost feels like they're living in their own world. They're living by their own rules. And it really makes them someone that people always try to impress in some way. People feel the need to show this person that they're worthy of their attention. It's really funny cause I don't even think this is the goal of their interaction with others. I think that's just the way people react to them. And I feel like it's gonna be the same for you as well.
At first, you could almost be put off by the way people react to them, like, "What's wrong with this person? Why do people think they need to act like this when they're around them?" And then you end up spending lunch with them or some type of little time with them, and then it clicks. You're like, "OK, yeah." There's something about your future wife where their approbation kind of feels like a stamp of approval for so many people. If someone like this, someone that's cool, thinks you're great, it means you're actually great.
I feel like people really project a lot of their fear of not belonging onto this person. And this person is really great at making everyone feel like they belong. So they could have instances where people act weird with them, and it's just because of the energy they have.
This person feels like they mean a lot to a lot of people around them. And it could be overwhelming sometimes to see how much people are feeding off this person's attention and energy. But I really do feel like you guys could live further from the city, by a little lake, in a beautiful home. And when you're at home, their attention is on you and all your attention is on them. And it really does feel like it's only the two of you in the universe, and there's nothing else happening except this moment right now.
This is extremely cute, and I'm quite happy for you. Pile number 3, you're going to have an amazing spouse that's really gonna show you peace in love.
Addictesd yet? Good. My master list is calling your name. Go on, you know you want to.
you think that you're so alone in the world then you read literature from hundreds of years ago and you realize that other people have always felt this way
The Fantasy Before the Flesh: What They Imagine vs. What They Get
Have you ever wondered how it will really go down between you and your future spouse? The moment they take control, or even better, when they let you take the lead. Do you crave to uncover the true intensity of their lust, the weight of their deepest fantasies, and how it will all transpire the second they get you alone? If so, it seems like you’re in exactly the right place.
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PILE ONE
IN PERSON
Pile number one, your future spouse starts fantasizing about you the second they see you. I'm not going to lie to you. They see you, and they want you, It starts there.
Then the more they see you, the more they want you in different ways. Because they see you, they see the different facets of you. So now they see your bossy side, and they start imagining you on top. They see your kind side, and they start imagining you on your knees. It never truly stops. I feel like the possibilities are endless when it comes to them.
For your pile, I do feel like your future spouse will fantasize about you for a while before anything happens. This could be a slow burn. I'm getting the same vibes like in those romance books when the guy has to keep a distance from the woman because he just wants her so bad. So sometimes she thinks he hates her, but he's actually just trying to control himself because if he gets too close, he won't be able to stop himself from putting his hands on her, his lips on her… other places… on other types of lips.
I feel like your future spouse finds you intoxicating. I feel like your scent could also be a huge turn-on. I'm getting a memory: when I worked somewhere, there was this guy who knew when I was around because he could smell my perfume. He would be able to find me just by following my scent. So I kind of feel like with you? They come into the room, this could be at work, by the way, and if they can smell you, they know you're here. And it's already good. It's already a great day.
They could have wet dreams about you. Like they wake up and they're super hard, and it's because of you. It's because they've been dreaming of you all night, and they just know it.
It's like you haunt them. They fantasize about you, and then you become a ghost, a ghost of lust and desire. A demon lying in their subconscious that, at the same time, is at the front door asking them to open it. It's really crazy.
This person would often feel like they're crazy while they get to know you. Because I feel like there's going to be some boundaries put in place. Maybe they're going to be your boss. Maybe they're going to be someone that can't outright come to your face and say, "Hey, do you want to go out with me? I like you." I feel like there's something that makes it not possible for you guys to get straight to business, you know what I mean?
And I feel like they normally have no problem with that. Like they had no problem not fucking around. That was not something that was hard for them. There's beautiful people everywhere, you know? It's not like they've never interacted with someon ethey were attracted to before, but it was easy to keep it professional, easy....
Until you.
Until they saw you. Until they started seeing you interact with the world. Until they started seeing you interact with people.
I don't know why I'm getting this, but I'm getting the vibe that you could be someone that apologizes to objects. Like, let's say you ran into a plant, you'd be like, "Oh, I'm so sorry!" to the plant. I feel like they find these little quirks of yours just so cute. And I feel like they find you adorable, and they're like, "I want to fuck the shit out of this adorable person." I really want to see what's underneath their quirky side.
There's something about you, even if you're cute, you're still the sexiest person alive. It's crazy. I feel like you have a great balance when it comes to those two energies. And I don't even think you've noticed it yourself, which is funny.
IN BED
Pile number one, when your person is going to have their hands on you, it's going to be nerve-wracking. First of all, because they've been dreaming about this for what feels like centuries.
But also because, you know when you want something so bad but it's taking time, you almost get this feeling like it's never going to happen? I feel like they could have been in that feeling before things happen physically with you.
I'm not going to lie, they could really be thinking about putting a baby in you the first time you guys do have sex together. I feel like there's something about you that's really intoxicating. Like you're their Kryptonite. There's something about you that makes them lose their mind, that makes them put aside their logical sense, their business persona, those parts of them that like to play cool and be in control.
It's like whenever you're around, whenever they get a chance to be with you alone, the stakes are so much higher. Their blood pressure too. And somehow they lose all their sense. They lose it all. They lose their mind, and they find their heart, and their throbbing wand. That's all.
This person will really want to show you off. I feel like there's a mirror going on here. Mirror sex, maybe. I feel like you're going to see in their face how happy you're making them. Just having you in their bedroom. Just having you close is already like a huge boner moment for them.
When you guys are going to have sex with each other, you're also going to make love. This is really going to be confirmation. I feel like this encounter is going to be confirmation of what they've been feeling for you, what you've been feeling for them, or what the tension in the air was all about. They're really going to recognize you as a soulmate.
I got The Heart and The Sun. I feel like it's going to become so much clearer that you are the key to their happiness. That you are the person that's going to bring them all this love that they've always wished for, but they didn't know how to ask for it or if it was even an option for them. Before you, dreaming about love and relationship wasn't a thing they would do. And now that you're in the picture? It's all they can think about. It comes natural to see you and want you by their side. You guys feel like soulmate reuniting.
That reading was just a taste. The Future Spouse Reading Combo? Even better. And you know you want it.
PILE TWO
IN PERSON
Pile two, before you have sex with your future spouse, they are going to be fantasizing about you, but in a way that feels safe. In a way that feels like there's some distance between you guys.
I don't know if they see you from afar. I don't know if they've been checking you out for a while. I kind of feel like they want to get a feel of you before anything else. They want to make sure that you're not like their ex.
I don't know why I'm getting this, but I'm really getting this. So I feel like their ex probably did a number on them, and they want to make sure that you're not like that.
This could be someone that works really hard in life to get to a comfortable place, and they're not willing to let anyone in because it took them a while to really get to wherever they are. I'm not going to lie, they're probably going to have a lot of money. They're really wealthy. They're quite comfortable.
And I'm not getting the vibe that this is someone selfish that doesn't want to share. I'm getting the vibe that this is someone that's far from selfish, they're really, really generous. So they want to make sure that they share this wealth, this abundance, this love, with someone that actually appreciates them, not only for what they bring, but also for who they are.
I feel like this could have been a problem with their ex. They want to get a feel for your energy, to make sure they can get into this without losing themselves. Without losing their finances. Without feeling like they've been taken advantage of at the end of the day.
Outside of their resentment for their last relationship, even if it still lingers, when you enter their orbit, you get them out of their head. Out of the constant state of misery they've placed themselves in. You feel like a break from all the hurt and betrayal.
That's why they can't help but wonder about you. Because it feels different. You feel different. You feel genuine. And you also seem to be an amazing person.
They have a hard time believing that you are real at first. But they slowly let their guard down, not only because they're healing, but because they would rather get hurt again getting to know you than let fear rob them of the opportunity.
Now, when it comes to the sex? I'm not going to lie, they try not to fantasize about you. They really try not to go there. Because it's like they have a hard time even imagining having you as a girlfriend, or imagining having anyone as a girlfriend after whatever happened to them.
I keep getting really crazy cards—like The Coffin. I feel like this person went through a transformation. They probably don't even have the libido like you know what I mean? They probably don't have the energy to get hard. Not because they can't, it's just because they're so sad. You know when you're so sad that even touching yourself isn't going to do it? Like that.
You will feel like a breath of fresh air to them. I feel like you're going to be someone that's going to bring them a lot of luck, but also a lot of hope. A lot of faith in people and in the world.
There's bad apples everywhere. But meeting you, talking to you, getting to know you, observing you as well, it's really going to open their mind to all the negative thoughts they were carrying after their breakup.
So I feel like you're going to be a big moment for them of realizing how negative they've been, because I feel like before you, they were like: "Fuck love. Fuck that. Fuck relationships. I don't want this anymore."
And then they kind of see you. And you light up something in them. Something they thought was dead. And it starts from there.
After that, they started observing you. Trying to see what type of person you are. I'm not going to lie to you, like, not all of you, but some of you? They could literally hire someone to do some research. A little bit. But I feel like they do have this type of money, you know? Like "I have so much money I need to hire someone to make sure you're not a fraud" money. They have the money for that.
IN BED
Pile two, when it comes to the bedroom activities, they're going to hold you down. I think this is someone that's extremely strong. Like they take care of their body. They could lift you up, no problem. But I feel like this is someone that's going to pin you to the wall. Someone that's going to lift you up, move you from the bed, to the kitchen, to the sofa, to the floor, to the bathroom, to the sofa again. It's really going to be all over the place after this person gets their hands on you.
Before you have sex with them, they could have been in a dry spell. It's been a while since they've last had sex. So when they finally get you under them? They get dirty. So naughty.
I feel like you're not going to expect this person to be so freaky. I got The Snake. This person, I feel like when it comes to the bedroom, they are another person. They are another person in the bedroom. They're going to tell you how to ride them, ask you how their throbbing wands feels inside of you. They could let some frustration out and give you a spanking.
This is someone that knows what they like. They know what they want. They know how they want it. And if you're someone that's quite submissive? I think you guys are going to mesh well. The first time you do have sex with this person, it will become clear quite fast that they are in control. They are daddy.
I also feel like they want to mess you up. They want to come on your face. They want to see you unravel. They want your hair to be crazy. They want you guys to be sweaty after. They want you to go in the shower, shower off the sweat, and then build some more after that.
This person has a lot of stamina. They're really naughty. I think they have really interesting kinks. You could be reserved at first and be like, "I don't know if that's my thing." But I think they'll find a way to convince you. Or you'll just, I feel like you're going to feel really secure with them. Because they really take charge, they're not trying to dominate you or force you. No. They take charge in a way where you can trust them. And they're going to trust/thrust (in) you in so many ways.
Some of you guys have been yearning for this type of sex. And you're about to have it. I feel like it's going to be everything you've ever wanted.
I got The Stars. So if you've been reading, watching a lot of smut. This is going to be a smut moment. Like this is going to be someone that's going to say: "Get on your knees. Remove this. No—remove it slower. I want you to do this. I want you to put your hair like this. I want you to put this on."
They're going to buy you lingerie. But at the same time, they're going to make you feel shy about it. It's like: "Yes, you're hot. I want you to see it. But at the same time, I like how flustered she gets when I tell her how she looks naked on her knees waiting to get my d*ck in her mouth like a good girl."
This is someone that's really interesting. You're going to love this. They're going to be a daddy. They're going to be someone that's going to spank you, that's going to tell you what to do, what to wear. They're going to stimulate you with toys.
I think this is someone that has a lot of imagination. And you inspire even more imagination in them. So it's going to be quite fun. Have fun!
That reading was just a taste. The Future Spouse Reading Combo? Even better. And you know you want it.
PILE THREE
IN PERSON
Pile number three, this is literally going to be love at first sight for your future spouse.
I feel like they're going to see you, and they're just going to know. They're going to know that it's you. They're going to know that they've been waiting for you, because they have been waiting.
You know that feeling when you sense a surprise is coming, but you don't know what it is? And you feel like you're waiting for something, but you also feel a little crazy because maybe you're just waiting for nothing? Their life could have been like that. They could have been carrying those feelings and kind of gaslighting themselves.
And then when they finally get to see you? All of the doubts just... leave their body. Because you are here. You're the physical confirmation that the waiting wasn't for nothing. And they find you simply breathtaking. It's crazy.
One of the first thoughts they have when they see you is that they want to take you away. And I feel like they kind of look at themselves sideways for a minute, like: What's going on? Who is this person?
I think you kind of short-circuit their brain. You bring out this animalistic side of them, not in a scary way, but like: I don't care. I just want you. I don't care who I hurt in the process. I'm taking you. I'm the one that's going to make love to you, live with you, go away on vacation with you.
It's kind of wild. They see you and they start thinking about vacation places. Your wedding, I'm not even playing. Your honeymoon. It's really like love at first sight. They see you and everything plays out in their mind like a movie. They can see it so clearly: you in a dress, you two on your honeymoon, getting married, cutting the cake, your life together. It's really, really crazy.
You could have doubts about this person at first. Have a hard time believing that it's actually real, that they actually want you this much, that someone like this desires you truly. There's nothing fake about the way they feel about you. You're going to realize over time how much they feel for you and how much they value you.
For them, it's love at first sight. They see you, and they know that it's you. When you know, you know.
Now, when it comes to the fantasies they have about you? They really want to talk. They really want to get to know you. They're probably planning on being your friend first. They want to know more about you. It's really, really innocent.
I got The Dog, The Book, and The Clouds. So I feel like this person, they don't know you. They don't know a lot about you. And when they see you, there's not a lot of sexual fantasies at first, because they're just thinking: Who is this? I want to get to know them. What are they about?
They feel like they lack information, and then want to rectify this immediatly. They want to know who you are, where you come from, what you do here, what you do in life, what's your favorite color. It's a really cute and innocent energy, someone reuniting with a soulmate and yearning to reconnect.
IN BED
When it comes to the sexual aspect of your relationship? They are blessed. They're well-mounted.
I'm giving " I have big tools and I know how to use them" energy. This is someone that's confident when it comes to the bedroom. I feel like they know what they bring to the table, which is super long and super thick, by the way.
Also, this person could be quite taller than you. Maybe you guys have an age gap? I was going to say height gap, so yeah, you guys could also have an age gap. But I feel like you guys have a big gap in some way.
The first time that you have a sexual relationship with this person could be while being away on a cruise or on vacation. I feel like they really want to go all out when it comes to you. They really want to impress you. They want to make you experience things you've never done before, not only in the bedroom, but also out of the bedroom.
This is someone that loves you so much because you make them connect to a part of themselves that maybe they've lost throughout the years, while becoming an adult. You spark this childish wonder out of them. And it's really freeing, because this is someone that has a lot of responsibilities. So having someone that they can get back home to, someone that feels like a sanctuary, someone they can actually share with in a healthy way, it's like everything to them.
In the bedroom? They love to put the pipe down. This is someone that loves to bring you somewhere to have sex with you. So there could be a lot of outside sex. I'm seeing balcony. So there's something here.
I think this person loves to be on top of you. They love to look at you from above. I feel like this person works out, so they're in great shape. I feel like they have a good body, a beautiful, attractive body. They workout 100%. They take care of themselves. It's important to them to look good, feel good.
They could want to tie you up, your legs and your hands. I feel like they want you at their mercy. This person just loves to have access to you in a way where you literally just can't go away while they're pleasuring you, where your only choice is to give yourself to them. You letting them tie you up? That's a huge turn-on for them. Because I feel like: Oh, I get to be this naughty with my soulmate.
I think you guys connect on such a deep level, bedroom included. It's really hot. I feel like this person excites you a lot. You're really attracted to them because they are good-looking, but also they are extremely attracted to you as well.
This could be someone that you end up working out with.
They're going to love to make you beg. They're going to love to restrain you so they can give you the most pleasure possible without you having a way to get out of it. I think this is someone that loves to inflict pleasure. They want to see you horny, but also thrust inside of you while stimulating your clitoris and putting your titties in their mouth. I'm not even playing.
It's really like they want you to feel full of pleasure and to explode all over them. If you're a squirter? Welcome home, baby. They've been waiting for you.
That reading was just a taste. The Future Spouse Reading Combo? Even better. And you know you want it.
i think this captures the defining pathology of the collective social media psyche right now. we are in the thrall of people who are wantonly cruel but who also demand to be coddled at all times in every way
hey. you have to love your trans brothers of color okay. and your trans sisters of color. and your nonbinary siblings of color. you have to okay. its simply non-optional
THINK I NEED SOMEONE (OLDER)
aizawa shouta x f!reader x shinsou hitoshi
A mentor like Aizawa can teach you many valuable life lessons: how to survive U.A., how to become the greatest underground hero Japan has ever seen, and how to properly fuck your girlfriend. Hitoshi faces a jarring realisation in the process.
MEL'S NOTE: breaking the shackles of my 6-month creative stasis with this fic. enjoy!
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You're calling Shouta "Daddy."
Not even calling, really—you're crying. Big, fat tears which roll down the apple of your cheeks and strike clean through the blush settled on their peaks. The sight is distracting. Hitoshi isn't sure there's enough blood left in his brain to do anything but leer at how Aizawa's form swamps your own—your pretty hands scrabbling at the bicep tucked around your neck, your throat working around strangled, shallow gasps.
He's never seen you from this angle before, so when Aizawa snaps his hips into you, Hitoshi watches both your toes curl and your hips rise from the bed like a wave cresting with some strange out-of-body feeling. As though he’s an incorporeal being merely floating by the scene.
With Aizawa's weight settled atop you, pressing you flat to the bed, there isn't far for you to go.
Hitoshi swallows.
You cry again—a sweet, high-pitched noise of alarm—and Hitoshi's fingers tighten in his pants, twisting the fabric beneath fingers like a child as he’s drawn to soothe the noise through pure Pavlovian response. He has to remind himself that, for once, he isn't in charge of the scene.
Not tonight.
"Daddy."
A brush of lips on your sweaty nape. "What is it, sweet girl?"
Your expression screws up as though it's a slice of paper put to flame. "Please, I— I—"
Heat crawls up Hitoshi's spine at the panic lacing your voice. The lilting vowels and consonants so familiar to Hitoshi suddenly sound foreign. He doesn't recognise your headspace, and if the way you buck under Aizawa's hold like a spooked animal is any indication, neither do you.
Aizawa squeezes your waist with a big hand. "Words."
"Dad-dy," you repeat, a sob fracturing the word in two. "I—" You suck in a quick breath, exactly the way you do when you're trying to suppress more tears.
Hitoshi bites his tongue so hard he tastes blood. Are you okay? Aizawa doesn't appear worried, but he never does. While Hitoshi trusts his Sensei with his life, entrusting him with yours is a different ball game entirely. He finds his fingers itching to reach out and touch you.
"I can't." Shaking your head, you press your cheek into the comforter miserably, and Aizawa lays his cheek atop yours.
"Yes, you can."
"No—"
"You can," Aizawa repeats, nothing but confidence to be found in his tone. He slows his movements down, grinding deep and slow inside until you're able to gulp in a few big, shuddering breaths.
Hitoshi likes seeing you cry when you're feeling good.
This is… this is decidedly not that.
The pout twisting your lips is nothing short of overwhelmed. Wetness clumps your lashes. Splotches of red decorate your face. And yet, Hitoshi feels the arousal rush to meet him like a physical force, sweeping him under as though caught in a rip current and carried out to sea.
Why is he into this?
Why is he into his girlfriend crying because she's fighting subspace as another man fucks her? Not even another man—Aizawa. Sensei, pseudo-father figure, and friend all rolled into one mess of a relationship.
Surely this isn't right.
Then his gaze drifts up to Aizawa, and he realises… maybe it is. Because Aizawa is staring down at you with an expression nothing short of smug, the corner of his mouth quirked upwards into the most irritatingly attractive expression Hitoshi has seen in his life.
And isn't that another realisation…
Hitoshi trembles slightly as the ferocity of his arousal worsens.
He could jerk off. He knows he could. But he's never been great at keeping quiet, and if either of you acknowledges Hitoshi's involvement in this scene, even as an uninvolved third party, he might spontaneously combust in the most humiliating death of all time.
"Words," Aizawa murmurs, when you seem only an inch more lucid than before. Though he punctuates it with a particularly deep roll of his hips, the hand on your waist lifting you slightly to meet him, and you keen like you've been shot.
Because he's mean.
Meaner than Hitoshi thought he would be, anyway.
Yet, you don't seem to hate it. The opposite, really. You raise your hips further—it must feel good, the way his thick cock is splitting you open—and Aizawa switches attitudes abruptly, forcing your hips back down in a blink. Somehow, this makes you moan the loudest.
Hitoshi manhandles you in bed. He throws you around, slaps you when you ask, ties you up and fucks you until you're babbling so good so good 'toshiii. So perhaps it's truly the fact that he's never seen seen you from this perspective that's skewing his own, but he's sure you've never sounded quite so pathetic about it—as helplessly turned on as you do now. As though you're powerless under Aizawa’s touch and enjoying every second of it. The thought sends a fission of arousal lancing straight through Hitoshi's sanity and heat curls into the cavernous reach like a cat. Hitoshi slouches further in his chair, thighs spreading wide and hisses when his hard cock brushes the seam of his pants before wincing at the fact he’s made any noise at all.
You appear to search your brain for a few seconds before moaning another guileless, "Daddy."
"Hm?"
Aizawa is plastered over you from head to toe. You sigh when he presses his knees against the outsides of yours, forcing your legs tighter together. Hitoshi knows from experience you love the drag of a cock inside you like this—how it stretches you perfectly, strokes your pussy just right, the pressure high enough to have your head swimming.
You love how you're forced to take it when you're trapped under Hitoshi.
When you're trapped under Aizawa, too.
"What are you whinin' for, huh?"
"I'm not," you exhale shakily. "I'm not whining."
"Oh yeah?"
You shake your head petulantly.
"Not whining on my cock?" Aizawa slows to a stop and both men watch the way you bite back a noise of complaint, desperate not to prove his point. "Not scarin' poor Shinsou here?"
Hitoshi lurches at the reminder that this is happening. That he's merely sat and watched as Aizawa has fucked you silly. Your bleary gaze falls to Hitoshi, and he tries his best to look normal.
If the small quirk of your lips is anything to go by, he failed.
Your voice is small when you ask, "Y'scared, 'tosh?"
Hitoshi shakes his head, mutely.
Aizawa raises an eyebrow.
Hitoshi straightens slightly. "No, I'm—" He clears his throat. "No, baby."
"Liar," Aizawa accuses blandly, eyes slitting in amusement.
You bristle, the palms you have pressed to the comforter suddenly trying to push you upright; as though the possibility of Hitoshi not being into this isn't funny to you, as though you're being dragged from the space you were so close to with an abruptness that brings only strident. Aizawa stops the motion easily, his chest barring you from getting any further than a scant few inches from the bed. You let out an uneasy noise from the back of your throat.
"Hey, hey."
Your eyes are fixed on Hitoshi. "Let me up."
Hitoshi can't find the words to soothe you.
"Sweetheart—"
"No. Let me up."
Aizawa sighs—quiet and long-suffering—before releasing his bicep from around your neck, grabbing your chin in the same big hand and forcefully turning your head downwards. You bristle at the manhandling this time and try to rip your chin away. He doesn't budge, though, shaking your jaw once sharply.
"Look."
"Shouta," you growl, lowly.
"Does Shinsou really look scared to you?"
For a second, Hitoshi thinks you're going to fight the older man again. Instead, you hesitate and do as he says.
You look.
Your gaze drifts up from Hitoshi's feet. He fights to keep still under the worried heat of it. Only moments before you reach his crotch, Hitoshi realises exactly what Aizawa is playing at and blood rushes to his cheeks. He sits up quickly, flexes his fists on his legs. He can't cover his dick because you're his fucking girlfriend and you've seen it before and more importantly, it would only make him look super guilty.
Like incriminatingly so.
Your eyes land on his crotch.
Hitoshi wants to sink into the floor as he watches your body lock into a kind of stillness he's only ever seen in nature documentaries, right as a predator spots its prey. It's not a dynamic Hitoshi is used to with you and his eyes blow wide in surprise, dick twitching in his boxers. You notice. He knows you do.
Does Aizawa notice, too?
Fuck, he hopes not. This is humiliating enough as is. He knows once the two of you get back to your flat, he's never living this down.
He has no idea what his expression is right now, but it can't be anything good.
"Y'see?" Aizawa asks quietly, right by your ear.
You nod, still staring at Hitoshi's straining cock.
"He's scared because he's never seen you like this."
You swallow. Blink slowly.
"Never seen you fucked into silence."
Some emotion caught between shame and arousal washes over Hitoshi.
Is that true? Has he not been treating you right?
Experiencing a similar awakening of your own, you wriggle under Aizawa. He only braces his palms on the comforter, either side of your tits, and starts up a harsh rhythm again, fucking into you without remorse. You let out a startled moan, collapsing bonelessly into the sheets.
"Guess you needed a real daddy, hm?"
At that, you really do cry. An awful sound, tangled high in pleasure and embarrassment, which snakes across the room to settle on Hitoshi's shoulders like a curse. Aizawa fucks into you as though you're rabbits in heat, muscled limbs weighing your own down to the bed and Hitoshi feels like he's losing his mind a bit, so he can't imagine how you're feeling. Sole subject to his mentor's fierceness. Limbs pinned like a butterfly's wings.
Your eyes flutter. "Fuck-nghhh— yesyesyes!"
"Y'call Shinsou daddy, too?" Aizawa asks conversationally. "Let him treat you like this?
Gasping, your palm hits the comforter once, as though you need some sense of control in the face of Aizawa's onslaught.
Aizawa grins, thick thighs tensing with each thrust. "You shouldn't, you know. It goes to people's heads."
"Ohmygod."
"Feel good?"
"Yeah— yes."
"Good."
A moan lights up the air. Even Hitoshi smiles at that noise—Aizawa wasn't calling you good, but you've reacted as though he was all the same. He loves how you respond so freely to praise, instinct overriding any overthinking. There's something so… sweet about it.
About you, really.
Naturally, Aizawa recognises you for what you are immediately.
"You want me to tell you how good you're bein' for me?"
Expression flashing, you arch deeper into the bed, presenting yourself to him.
"How gorgeous you look right now."
A broken whine. More tears.
"How well you're takin' me."
Your thighs tremble violently, legs bending at the knee and kicking up into Aizawa. You don't seem like you're trying to escape. Not with how you're also biting your lip raw to stifle your moans. Out of nowhere, Aizawa changes the angle, shifting higher up your body to drill down into you and the reaction is instantaneous—like a forest fire to bone dry tinder. Even Hitoshi inhales at the slick noise of Aizawa's cock fucking your dripping pussy, the sight of your brain quieting right in front of him.
Aizawa chuckles, though it's tense, lined by the pleasure he's clearly trying hard to ignore for your benefit.
"You always this sweet for Shinsou?"
It's a pointless question.
You're drooling into the comforter, small fingers tangled in the sheets like you're holding on for dear life. You try to suck in a breath, but Aizawa fucks the answer out of you within a second. You never stood a chance.
Instead, Aizawa turns his head to Hitoshi.
He jolts at being remembered.
Jolts again at the molten arousal in his Sensei's eyes.
"Uhhh, she's usually…"
You let out a high whine, animalistic in quality. Both men glance at you for a second, at the way you're slipping through your own fingers with every thrust.
"…more… lucid," Hitoshi finishes lamely.
"Is that right?"
Hitoshi suppresses a shiver at his gravelly tone. He nods.
Aizawa's lips quirk up.
The new angle appears to be your undoing, because very quickly you're tumbling back into teary-territory—wet lines streaking down your face as you get flung towards your edge.
"Daddy," you sob.
"Daddy's here."
"Da—" you suck in a shuddering breath, "—ddyyy."
"I know, baby."
You must tighten around Aizawa because he releases a low, choked moan and you respond to the sound like a flower blooming in the sun—squeezing around him again, fingers twitching with the urge to touch when you can't do anything but take what Aizawa is giving you.
You hiccup. "I'm—"
"You close?"
"I'm close," you echo.
Aizawa fucks into you faster somehow, and you all but bow off the bed, trapped between sweaty sheets and his hulking body—your orgasm clearly biting at your heels.
Hitoshi would know.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah—"
Can read desperation in your climbing voice. Delirium in your glassy eyes. Mind-numbing pleasure in the severe quakes lining your entire body, as though you can't take much more, as though you'll meet your edge and be lost in its abyss.
"Please, daddy."
Aizawa doesn't say a word, dragging his palms up the bed until he's pressing his big hands over your forearms. You whine, the noise spun out endlessly with each wet schtick of Aizawa's cock slamming into your pussy until it's one continuous mewl, until it's barely anything more than mindless crying. Hitoshi's sanity is in tatters—his mind swimming in the knowledge that all it takes to get you like this is apparently Aizawa's low murmurs and his older cock. Your fingers spasm on the bed and Aizawa slides his hands up your arms, tangling his fingers over yours to press them into the bed harder.
You let out a choked sob. "Please, pleaseplease—"
Aizawa brushes his stubble over your shoulder, biting down lightly on your shoulder.
"Daddy's got you."
You gasp. "Don'tstopdon'tstop!"
Turning your head to the side, you search blearily for Aizawa's eyes. He tilts his own and meets your gaze. Hitoshi watches quietly as your own flick down to his Sensei's lips, as the idea of kissing him crawls into the forefront of your mind, exactly how it always does with him when you're close. When you want to cum with Hitoshi's mouth on yours.
Aizawa watches you carefully. You lean forward, a whine on your lips begging to be pressed against his. Hitoshi waits with bated breath for the moment you both connect. At the last second, you stop. Wide eyes flicker to Hitoshi's, a clear question in them and feeling for the first time tonight like he's back in control, even if for a brief blink, Hitoshi straightens and nods his chin.
"Go on."
You whimper in relief, wasting no time as you immediately turn to Aizawa and kiss him, wet lips parting to lick into his mouth, shame a long-forgotten concept with Aizawa bullying into you. Sensei's eyes don't close fully, but it's a near thing, and he returns your hungry kiss with just as much heat—tipping his head to deepen it with a groan from the back of his throat.
You sink into the kiss like someone coming home, all worries and anxieties and thoughts left at the door for tomorrow. All the matters is now, Aizawa on you, in you, coaxing you right where he wants.
Hitoshi's dick twitches again, and he slides his palms under his thighs.
You press a broken whine into Aizawa's mouth.
Aizawa swallows it easily before raising himself up slightly—cock still fucking your wet heat, fingers still tangled with yours—and breaking apart for a breath. Hitoshi watches a string of spit lengthen until it snaps, hitting your cheek to become indistinguishable from the tears spilling with each thrust. His Sensei pants an inch from your mouth. Then, he's lifting his head higher and waiting for yours to echo his movements.
Inevitably, you do. Your head tipping back to stare at him, cock-drunk.
Aizawa smiles, something small.
"Open your mouth," he murmurs.
There's no hesitation as your lips drop open obediently.
Hitoshi watches, shell-shocked for a reason he doesn't want to face, as Aizawa drops a glob of spit into your waiting mouth.
You light up, moaning louder than he's heard all night, and he finds out why a second later as you cum—body shaking through your orgasm. Face screwed up in surprise, thighs trembling fiercely. Aizawa fucks you through it in a way that can only be described as mean. Quick, fast thrusts that quickly have you gasping, choking air into your lungs, hands pushing up against where Aizawa has them pinned as you ride out the blinding pleasure.
Hitoshi's hips kick up into the air at your broken keens.
Maybe he can touch himself… it's not like either of you will notice right now. And he's so hard that if he doesn't do something soon, he'll have no blood left to drive you both home after this, and surely that can't be safe. Driving with a boner has got to be somewhat like driving while tired… right? Nodding to himself, he frees a hand from under his thigh to drop it down atop his cock. He hisses at the light pressure and grinds the heel of his palm along his hard length, biting his lip.
Your whines get louder as Aizawa fucks you right through your orgasm and into oversensitivity. Hitoshi can hear the wet squelch of your pussy sucking in Aizawa's cock despite your little pained whimpers.
"Shouta," you plead.
Aizawa snaps his hips into you cruelly.
You correct yourself without missing a beat. "Daddy."
"There you go."
Hitoshi shivers.
Then, abruptly, Aizawa slides out of you. Neither of you is expecting it, if yours and Hitoshi's twin inhales are anything to go by.
A whine gets punched out of your chest at the emptiness and when Aizawa lifts his weight from you, it seems the combined absence of everything him is enough to have a fresh bought of tears spilling down your face. You slump into the bed like a puppet with its strings cut and press your face into the comforter pitifully as your body trembles through the aftershocks. Hitoshi watches Aizawa crawl down your body and peer at your swollen cunt. He palms at the globes of your ass. You jolt, clearly not expecting the touch. It's this side of sweet—thumbs stroking at the crease where your ass meets your thighs, long fingers squeezing the flesh like a stressball.
Then, he tightens his grip.
Hitoshi has barely a moment to wonder what he's doing before Aizawa is using his hold to expose your cunt further and lift your hips from the bed slightly. You make a low noise of discontent at being manhandled so soon after cumming.
Even from where he's sat, Hitoshi can see the arousal slicking your folds and the creamy white dripping down to your clit. The longer Aizawa keeps you like this, the further it leaks over your swollen folds.
Luckily, his Sensei has never been a patient man.
The only warning you get is Aizawa gently blowing air on your clit before he's licking a lazy, wide stripe up your core as though mimicking a big cat preening their young.
You light up like a firework.
"No—" you gasp, "daddy, no!"
Aizawa swirls his tongue around your clit and sucks, humming airily. You jolt as though electrocuted. Hitoshi supposes it isn't that far off. Not with the way you immediately tense up, legs kicking out helplessly. Aizawa isn't even holding your down anymore, but you still can't move—boneless and held in place by your hips as easily as one would a child.
"Please, it's too much— I— ahhh-nghh—"
Aizawa fucks his tongue back into you and moans. His clear noise of pleasure only seems to make you panic further.
"No, nonono—"
Hitoshi finds himself leaning forward in his seat subconsciously, following your call like an ancient summons. Something so intrinsically written in his DNA, he can't ignore it.
He should say something, right?
Tell Sensei to stop.
For some reason, he opens his mouth and cannot find the words.
Hitoshi brushes an anxious hand back through his hair, sweeping it off his forehead, and shifts uncomfortably in his chair.
Aizawa's ruby eyes flicker over to him at the movement. Face still buried in your cunt, he leans back enough to bite out a sharp, "Sit."
The word lances through Hitoshi's dazed panic before he even registers it as a command. His spine locks immediately, and he presses it against the chair's back as though cornered by Aizawa’s voice. He hadn't been planning on getting up, despite his ruminations on interrupting, but he certainly isn't going to now. The command pools like liquid honey in his stomach as he silently wonders what the hell is wrong with him.
Aizawa licks at you, sliding his tongue inside again within a blink and forgetting about Hitoshi just as quickly. Meanwhile, he's still reeling from being chastised in this context.
Your cries, somehow, aren't the loudest thing in the room.
Because sure, he's been scolded by Aizawa countless times. Cuffed over the head and yanked back by the collar and levelled with looks that could topple villains. Yet here he is—inarguably aroused by his Sensei directing a slice of that dominance on him.
"Hurts," you whimper lowly.
"I know it does." Aizawa presses a kiss to your clit. "Doing so good, sweetheart."
You settle at once, though not without a quiet sniffle.
Hitoshi feels much like he's drifting out at sea with no hope of finding land. No life raft. No meager drift wood to cling to until he's saved.
He watches you sink deeper while he's drowning himself.
Aizawa leans back and trails a glob of spit onto your pussy.
You moan.
"Daddy," you turn your head, "'s' t'much."
Hitoshi stares unseeingly at your foggy expression, hears through layers of cotton the slurring of your words.
Sensei doesn't stop.
"You're okay," he murmurs into your cunt.
You keen at the vibrations, arms splaying wide, feet kicking out. Pretty face smushed in Aizawa's comforter as though you belong there. If anything, the slack leash on your composure only seems to spur Aizawa on more, who squeezes your ass in two big hands, lifting you higher to eat up into you like a starving man with his final meal. The temperature in the room is rising; Hitoshi can feel sweat beading along his collar despite barely moving; you are covered in a thin sheen of perspiration.
Aizawa almost purrs against you, and your spine arches so deeply it looks as though it should hurt. A drawn-out whine tipping into the first vestiges of pleasure once more.
"Daddyyy—"
You don't sound like you're complaining anymore.
By Aizawa's rumbling laugh into your cunt, it's clear he's realised the same.
Pleasure licks up Hitoshi's spine as he grinds his hand down against his cock, and he exhales a shaky sigh—thighs spreading, spine relaxing from its rigid posture into his chair’s soft back. His eyes flicker between Aizawa's wet face, buried in your cunt as though he's trying to carve a home for himself there, and the way you're gasping and writhing and crying into the comforter, like it's a tennis match.
Hitoshi's dick twitches under his hand when you try to squirm away—clearly panicking as the pleasure creeps back up on you in the face of Aizawa's relentlessness—only for his Sensei to tug you backwards as easily as breathing, straight onto his waiting mouth, two large hands spanning your hips and digging into the meat painfully.
You cry out, hips spasming.
Hitoshi watches through some kind of fog as Aizawa stops fucking his tongue into the mess you've made and drags it down to your clit instead, mouth closing around the sensitive bundle of nerves much like an airlock on a spaceship.
You know you can't escape. Hitoshi does too.
He's not even sure he could escape his Sensei.
But you seem much more confident to try, chest heaving and fingers clutching the comforter like you're holding on for dear life as your hips jolt up and down. Hitoshi's not even sure it's a conscious movement, but Aizawa follows you easily, abusing your clit and your sensitive cunt with his tongue and his mouth and the attractive scruff on his face.
You get no reprieve.
A loud slurp rings in the air, right as Aizawa sucks your clit into his mouth, and you almost yell, a shrill, strangled noise caught in the back of your throat begging to be heard. You turn your head to the side and search for Hitoshi's gaze. Hitoshi takes in your blown-out eyes and the glassy way you stare at him in supplication. His heart stutters in his chest.
"Daddy," you stretch out a hand towards him along the bed, breath hiccuping, "help."
At that, Aizawa stills. Hitoshi tenses a moment later. You don't even seem to realise you've said anything wrong. Fingers lifting to grab at Hitoshi as though pure will could summon him to your side. Sensei lifts himself from your cunt a few inches to utter carefully.
"'Daddy,' huh?"
Aizawa's tone bites at his ankles. The urge to run far away from the older man and drag you with him rises, flash flood-fast.
"Shinsou can't help you, sweetheart. Not tonight."
Your whimper cracks the air like a whip.
"You think he's going to come save you?" Aizawa asks, hands kneading your ass.
You gasp when he slides a thumb between the two globes, only to drag it up and down your swollen folds. He circles your clit once, twice, enough to hear a hitch in your breath, before he presses his thumb inside your cunt and hooks it. Your hips drop down to the bed without both his hands holding you up. His Sensei doesn't seem bothered, though, content to let you flump under his touch.
"He's sat there getting himself off, sweet girl."
Hitoshi's hand flies from his cock and to the safety of the chair seat embarrassingly fast. He had almost forgotten—had been grinding against his palm like a teenager and so wrapped up in the fantasy before him, despite still scarcely believing it to be real.
"Little pervert loves this."
Aizawa nods his chin at Shinsou like he's showing you, despite your face still being buried in the sheets as you whimper lowly at every brush of Aizawa's fingers over your clit, every twitch of his thumb inside you.
"Seeing you crying on my cock," he continues through a small grin. "My face."
At the reminder, Hitoshi's eyes flicker to Aizawa's mouth—glistening with your slick in the low light of his bedroom. He trails upwards and almost exits his own body when he sees his Sensei's dark gaze locked onto him.
How long has he been staring?
Aizawa's next words are directed at you; Hitoshi knows they are, but the way his Sensei doesn't glance away has him twitching in his slacks. "You're stuck with me tonight."
Hitoshi feels a wave of fire consume his thoughts for a rational second.
"Jesus."
The first word Hitoshi has uttered tonight, and great… he sounds like a fucking idiot.
A bleary set of curious eyes flickers over to him. He can feel the blush staining his face and fights to keep a straight face despite the way he can feel precum leaking from his tip and wetting his boxers.
There's a suspended moment of quiet and then a gentle slap echoes in the room.
"Ohhh…" You bow from the bed immediately, back curling up like a cat's.
It takes Hitoshi a second to figure out what happened, but he catches on just in time to see Aizawa's fingers—his thumb still hooked inside you—lifting from your pussy and landing in another wet smack.
"Hh—nghh—"
His fingers smooth over your clit in apology. Three more slaps in quick succession—each wet plap further stuttering the gasp you try to inhale.
You hide your face back in the sheets and release a muffled whine. "Da—a-ddyyy."
Hitoshi swallows. You don't sound like you anymore, voice high and ready and plaintive in a way he so rarely hears—if ever. A part of him wants to panic. But he knows Aizawa has got you. Can read it in the confident tilt of his body, the assured look on his face. If Hitoshi had to guess, he had this scene planned down to the minutiae from the moment you brought it up.
You're only playing right into his hands.
"More?"
You shake your head into the bed and press a dull, pathetic whine there. Aizawa delivers another slick slap to your clit, and you shiver, hips jerking once instinctively.
"Can't think, huh?"
You shake your head again.
"That's alright," Aizawa murmurs kindly, pressing a small kiss to the back of your thigh—right on the crease where it meets your ass. "Daddy can think for you."
Hitoshi watches as those words fall over you like a weighted blanket, the only thing tethering you to this world, he's sure. For your expression loses all its indignant colour at once, smoothing out into a calm ocean. It's almost disquieting. Hitoshi knows you carry too much, knows you struggle to leave it at the door—knows what you really need is someone to force you to drop it. He didn't expect Aizawa to catch on this quickly. As though he's had years to learn you inside and out the way Hitoshi has, and not a matter of an hour, if that.
The corner of Aizawa's lips quirk up, though this time it's less mean and more pleased. Hitoshi swallows at the way you're spread out like a waiting sacrifice. Without hesitation, Aizawa dips back down and licks into you once more, tongue flicking inside you alongside his thumb. Your gasp is muted. All your subsequent sounds too. As though they're being forcefully filtered before they can be heard, and all that's meeting the air is you at your core, peeled back and bare and so raw, Hitoshi could cry.
He doesn't.
But it's a near thing. Especially when you close your eyes and start to bask in the attention Aizawa is lavishing on you, hips drawing back and forth to meet his mouth.
His Sensei hums happily into you.
You whimper in response, as though there's nothing better to you than hearing your partner pleased, than the knowledge that you're doing something right, doing good.
Hitoshi bites his lip. Between one blink and the next, his hand finds its way back to his cock—grasping the shape of himself through his pants and stroking it firmly. His hips jump up from the chair at the first wholehearted touch.
He wants more.
Wants to get his cock out and stroke himself until he's cumming all over the smart shirt he put on earlier this evening when he was still a bundle of nerves at the prospect of Aizawa fucking his girlfriend. But he forces himself to be happy with the heavy petting, instead. Anymore, and it would mean admitting quite how much it's turning him on to see his beloved Sensei turn you into a sobbing mess.
In his eagerness to consume you, Aizawa is near unhinging his jaw—tongue licking wide stripes up your pussy, dipping inside you, curling around your clit. You tremble beneath it all, body melting into the sheets and hands twitching absently at each touch. You seem overwhelmed. Like your edge is approaching closer than you thought it would. Your hips rock back onto Aizawa's face more insistently, and he matches you easily, doubling down his efforts until you're releasing a litany of sweet, short whines consecutively—toes curling and shins kicking upwards at the knee.
Hitoshi can smell the sweat in the air—see the beads of perspiration catching the light along the dips and curves of your body. Aching to taste, his jaw unsticks itself from the iron grip it's been held in, and a small sound of arousal meets the air. Hitoshi winces immediately, but neither of you notices, not when you're a breath away from cumming, nor when Aizawa is clutching you like a meal—all big predator hands and tongue.
"Closecloseclose, 'm close, daddy-nghhh, daddy—"
Aizawa hums into your cunt, pulling out his thumb, petting one hand down your thigh and tightening his fingers there, using his hold to splay you open further. Your hands jerk out. One stretched wide and clutching the bedspread. Another flinging back in an effort to find Aizawa's.
"Daddy," you plead.
Sensei glances over the swell of your ass and sees the request for what it is—touch, connection. A rock in an open ocean threatening to swallow you whole. He reaches for you easily with his other hand, as though the action of grounding you is as familiar to him as breathing. As natural as the tides and the wind and the way a predator plays with its food.
Tangling your fingers together, Aizawa lowers them to the bed and squeezes. Hitoshi's breathing has long since surpassed shaky. He thinks he might actually be dying. Lungs expanding and contracting in short, heaving spurts that bring nothing but madness to poison his mind.
You sob, the sound lined with comfort—you know you're safe.
Daddy's got you.
Daddy's making you feel so good.
Daddy's in charge. You don't need to think.
Hitoshi swallows back a groan, head tipping back slightly as the pleasure surges—as you clutch Aizawa's hand so tightly the colour bleeds into white.
When you cum, there's a strangely silent air about it for someone usually so loud.
Your mouth opens around a moan that he never hears, another gasp cut off at its head. Your eyes open and then widen. Every muscle in your body locks tight—thighs tightening around Aizawa's head, toes and fingers curling. It's the hottest thing Hitoshi's ever seen.
But Aizawa doesn't let up.
Doesn't seem phased by the death grip, nor the way you're trying to strangle him.
He licks you through it, slurping on your clit and flicking his tongue cruelly. You shake and shake and shake. Trembling like a leaf barely clinging to its tree in the heart of a storm. Eventually, you find your voice again. A light, throaty keen tumbling from your lips.
Aizawa doesn't stop.
Your keen turns into a whimper, blown-out like spun sugar.
Aizawa doesn't stop.
More tears fall down your face. Body tensing and relaxing rhythmically, as though you wish to escape, to crawl away from Aizawa, but that endless well of your energy is finally dried up.
A broken sob. Helpless.
Aizawa doesn't stop.
Hitoshi's so close. Boxers soaked through, hard cock pulsing under his hand. Every noise you make has his dick twitching like a reflexive action—like you're both one and the same, one mind in two bodies.
"Da-ah-ddy," you sob, hiccuping over the word. "T'mucht'mucht'much."
You try to lift the hand tangled with his to push at his face, but Aizawa shuts that down quickly, chuckling into your cunt when you let out a panicked whine, too limp to do anything but take what he's giving you.
Aizawa doesn't say anything, keeps his mouth close to your pussy. Eats away at you like oxygen corroding metal—stripping back layer after layer until there's nothing left, until you're twitching like a dying animal, until you're crying out and cumming on his face again. Cunt fluttering on Aizawa's mouth, arousal dripping down the stubble on his chin—the insides of your thighs rubbed pink and raw.
You have nothing left to give after this one. Hitoshi can see it as clear as day.
You're gone.
The cries he hears aren't your own, nor is the way your body shakes through your third orgasm helplessly.
Aizawa doesn't stop.
Hitoshi feels his stomach swoop.
Your hips spasm madly and he uses his hold on your thigh to push you wider, to push you down into the bed and scrape his teeth gently over your clit just to hear you sob.
"Da-ah—"
You try. You really do.
"Da-ddy-ple-ah-seee-uhhh-nghhh—"
Your cries fall on deaf ears, though. And Hitoshi can do nothing about it. Can't help you. Can't soothe you. Can't do anything but watch you fall apart and hope that his Sensei knows how to pick up the pieces after the scene ends.
"Please-ah-ahh-ngh-plea—" you hiccup wetly. "—please."
Hitoshi doesn't even know what you're begging for. If you want Aizawa to stop or keep going until there are truly no thoughts left in your brain. If you're begging for the sake of begging or begging because you really will rupture at the seams, if all your insides will tumble onto the bed in a vulnerable, undignified heap of entrails that Hitoshi honestly doesn't think he's equipped to handle.
Aizawa slurps at your cunt. All it takes is him fucking his tongue inside you, chin brushing your clit roughly, and you're coming again with a sharp, startled cry.
"Daddy!"
Hitoshi's toes curl, thighs tense. He takes one look at the blissed out expression on your face and cums too, thick spurts of release wetting his already damp boxers. Warmth drips down to his balls. He kicks up into his touch with a hiss and notes the way Aizawa's gaze flickers over to him for just a moment before he's focusing back on you, sucking your clit into his mouth as you tumble within moments back into overstimulation. The pleasant wave of your orgasm is barely a wave at all—as though you dipped a toe in the water only to be submerged entirely a beat later, yanked so deep you can't breathe.
Now, you’re desperate enough to try to crawl up the bed, body heavy with delirium, and you try to get your knees under you to move. It doesn't work. As soon as your hips raise up a scant few inches, they drop back to the bed with another brush of Aizawa's tongue. As though that's all it takes to render you utterly useless.
You get an elbow under you—another suck on your clit—and collapse face-first into the sheets.
"Daddydaddyda-ah-ddy," you chant listlessly, as effective as words being carried away by the wind. "I c'n't— can't— nonono, n'moreplease— ple-hah-please. Please!"
Aizawa hums against you and your gasp melds with a low, wounded whine—more pain than pleasure, but Hitoshi can't help the way his spent dick twitches anyway. He's sick in the head like that. Enjoys seeing you writhe and cry. He's never seen you quite this fucked out before, though.
"St-sto-ah-stop," you whine. "Pleasedaddyplease, stop."
Hitoshi wonders where the line is for his Sensei. What would it take to get him to actually stop? Is there a number of orgasms he's going for? Or is he reading your body and listening to your little whimpers the same way animals sense air pressure changes? Hitoshi would've hesitated when you were trying to crawl away from him at least. Aizawa didn't even seem phased. In fact, he's still eating you out like there's nowhere he'd rather be. Perfectly settled on his stomach, lapping at the wet mess of arousal dripping from your core, with one big hand keeping your pussy on his face and the other pressing your weak hand to the bed.
"N'moren'more I c'n't— daaaddyyyy!"
Aizawa laughs again, a soft puff of breath that only serves to make you arch your back, thighs tightening and spasming through a weird, panicked stretch as you relax them right after. You let out a choked sob and press your face into the blankets. You've been crying for so long that your entire face is wet, and Hitoshi stares at the sight in some kind of daze.
Aizawa is tongue-fucking you again. Your chest is still heaving—not even recovered from your last orgasm, or the one before that—and Hitoshi might actually die. He can feel his dick hardening again in his ruined boxers, and the feeling is simultaneously uncomfortable and so hot that he bites his bottom lip until he feels it split. Until there's an iron tang along his tongue. Until he wishes he were the one with his face buried between your legs instead. Until he wishes he were the one beneath—
"Daddydaddydaddy—" you jerk the hand under his again, desperate for something, anything, but Aizawa merely squeezes his own, "—nghhh stopstop, plea-uhhhhhhh—"
Between one breath and the next, you're tipping over into another orgasm, but this time it isn't pretty. You let out a loud, cracked cry—so pitiful that Hitoshi winces in sympathy immediately—and immediately dissolve into shuddering tears, riding out the orgasm through wet, gasping breaths. Hitoshi isn't even sure if it feels good this time. There's been no real break between orgasms, and Sensei has been torturing you nonstop.
Though Aizawa does lap at you more gently this time, tongue licking wide, flat stripes up your pussy. When your whine overflows into anguish, Aizawa finally slows to a stop. Apparently, stopping doesn’t mean not touching you at all. He gives you a brief reprieve, letting you suck in one stuttering breath, another, lets you open your eyes—Hitoshi didn't even realise they'd closed, gaze caught on Aizawa’s vigour—then, he leans forward and presses a soft kiss on your clit: a brush of lips, a quiet, wet smacking sound as he parts, like how Hitoshi kisses the forehead of his cat.
Hitoshi startles at the wall of heat that realisation brings.
You whimper, entire body twitching like a live wire.
A kiss.
Another.
Hitoshi inhales something shaky. More tears stream down your face.
You both know he's winding down the scene now—that you're okay, that you're good, that you got through it. But you're still reacting to every kiss like it's a brand. As though each one could be the promise of more trials and tribulations you won't survive.
Aizawa tilts his head up and kisses your entrance. Places a chaste kiss on either side of your pussy. One on your perineum. Another on the crease of your ass. He loosens his fingers around yours and brushes his thumb over the back of your hand kindly.
"Did so well," he murmurs into your thigh, pressing a kiss there. "So well, sweet girl."
Your sob of relief splinters in two as you recognise the words for what they are—you're done.
Aizawa sits up after placing one final kiss on the globe of your asscheek, and you immediately slump deadweight onto the bed without his hand propping your hip up. You're a mess. Flushed and sweaty and teary-eyed. Trembles wrack your body with every shaky breath you inhale as you try to get oxygen back in your lungs—as you try to slow down the borderline-hyperventilating you've been doing.
Unfortunately, Hitoshi is immediately distracted by Aizawa's cock. Red and weepy, slapping against his stomach when Aizawa shifts his legs under to sit between your spread ones. He rolls his shoulders before brushing big palms up and down your legs soothingly, content to quietly watch for now as you regulate your breathing. Hitoshi watches the exchange with a strange pain in his heart, as though someone has reached through his chest and squeezed it in their fist.
"There y'go," Aizawa says, a palm massaging the meat of your thigh.
You whine lowly, but it's more for the sake of making noise than anything else. This is particularly apparent when you make no move to do anything after—lying like a corpse as though Aizawa literally ate your soul out through your pussy. Leaning down to brush the hair matted to your nape, Aizawa's mouth tips up into a small, satisfied smile. It's fond, too—Hitoshi realises with a start. Undeniably sweet and soft and… affectionate, where he stares down at your spent, quivering form.
Hitoshi feels like he's going to throw up. His dick is also half-hard again.
Predictably, this moment of panic is precisely when Sensei decides to turn towards him.
Aizawa gives him a once-over before quirking a brow.
"You okay?" he asks quietly, as though preserving the peace of your afterglow.
Hitoshi nods. Swallows once against the sand in his throat. Brushes an antsy hand back through his hair to try to burn some of the weird energy simmering low in his gut. He isn't okay, not really, but he can't say as such to the older man.
Aizawa doesn't chastise, but Hitshi can tell he wants to.
"I'm okay," he corrects, putting his thoughts into words—stomach swooping when he registers the rough notes to his voice, coarse from disuse.
Narrowing his eyes, Aizawa gives him a short nod.
Then, "Go shower. I'll clean her up."
Hitoshi winces. Shouldn't he be the one looking after them both? After all, he wasn't even technically involved in the scene.
"No, it's— it's okay. I'll, uh," he moves to stand, "I'll get you both a wet flannel."
"Shinsou."
Hitoshi's spine locks again embarrassingly fast, despite being only halfway out of his seat. Jesus. He really hopes his Sensei doesn't notice how weird he's being. A bit of weird after his girlfriend just got fucked is fine, but if he realises why he's acting weird…
Hitoshi will die.
He tilts his head, trying to seem nonchalant. "Hm?"
Aizawa only trails his eyes down to Hitoshi's crotch. He's confused for all of a heartbeat before he follows his Sensei's gaze to where there's an absurdly obvious cum stain on his trousers. He tenses his jaw. That's humiliating, Hitoshi thinks to himself dryly. What am I, a teenager?
But then again, this is less humiliating than the alternative: jerking off and having his spent dick in his hand and cum all over his nice shirt, had he not thought better of it.
Thank god he did cum in his pants, all things considered.
Aizawa smirks, the corner of his eyes crinkling in amusement. "Go shower," he repeats. "I've got her, don't worry."
Hitoshi glances down at you and—oh. You're asleep.
Upset expression smoothed out into peacefulness. Face still wet and flushed. Hands still half-clutching the sheets like you're not quite convinced you're safe just yet. He looks back up at Aizawa, but his gaze gets caught on the way.
"But you're still..." he gestures helplessly to Aizawa's hard cock, hanging between his legs.
How the hell do you tell your mentor they're still hard?
How the hell do you say it's okay if you need to go and deal with that?
"I'm okay," Aizawa chuckles. Hitoshi feels his skin break out into gooseflesh "Why don't you both stay the night? I'll get you some clean clothes. Cook you dinner.
Hitoshi bites his lip uncertainly.
"Saves you driving home…" Aizawa adds.
Hitoshi can't find his words. Aizawa seems to notice.
"That was heavier than I was anticipating," he offers lowly, eyes turning kind.
So his Sensei didn't have it all planned out then. Weirdly, Hitoshi feels some relief at that.
"It was," Hitoshi agrees a bit uselessly, still lost as to the turn tonight's taken—the realisations he's been forced to reckon with.
Aizawa nods. "So stay."
He says it like it's simple.
Maybe it is.
Hitoshi stares at his fucked out girlfriend strewn across Aizawa's bed. At his Sensei, hovering over her like a sentinel.
Yeah, Hitoshi thinks to himself quietly, tipping his chin up to meet Aizawa's wine-pool eyes. Maybe it is.
"Alright, we'll stay."
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I lost my father yesterday, he committed suicide. I don't know how life took this turn but after all the abuse we went through, we were finally getting on good terms since he was taking his meds.
My life may look really perfect from other people's perspective but it's anything but perfect. My father left a huge debt on our head and if we don't pay it off, we might become homeless after 3 months. My siblings are young and my mom is not in a good state to work. Since my father was the only one working in your family things are much more complicated.
The day before it all happened, I was upset with him and didn't pick up his calls. I was upset because of how our situation was, the debt, my father not working anymore, etc. i remember when I got home the only thing he said to me was "you didn't pick up my calls. Are you upset with me?" And I still didn't respond to him. I thought as soon as I woke up, I'll tell him why I was upset and how much i wanted to help him solve this problem. But I never got the chance to. And I'll never be able to forgive myself for this.
I had become the breadwinner of my family and my father was really proud of me for working. He found his hope in me, that maybe I'll be able to make the situation better. And to blame my fate more, i can’t stop working. I am forced to work even in this situation because of the circumstances and I am not complaining. I know that this is my responsibility. I have got to save up for the funeral and the debts.
I guess like is difficult and I have got to deal with it.
This is a request. Any kind of help you can offer would mean the world for me and my family.
I think part of getting better is complete ego death. Like you’re not above setting a timer for 5 minutes and focusing on a task. You’re not above doing a very simple 3 minute workout to start. You’re not above reading for 10 minutes a day when you first get out of your reading slump, even if you used to read for hours. You’re not above starting slow and then building up to where you want to be/where you once were. What you are above is total inertia. Doing something really is better than doing nothing. Radically accept where you are, radically accept your limits, and go from there. Don’t let your ego get in the way.
