𑣲 mdni (18+), f!reader, smut, power dynamics, femdom, praise kink, aizawa is a sub hehe, he calls u mommy! tiniest bit of pet play (puppy as a pet name)
this is my first time trying this publicly so it’s prob bad LOL, it’s just an old draft i have, sorry if it’s bad! :) credits for any images used at the bottom! SORRY FOR ANY MISTAKES!!
— in which he struggles to keep his composure under your gaze while on a video call. You set the rules, you hold the control, and all he can do is listen and obey.
✦ ┊𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃┊𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐀
It was an ungodly hour when Shota finally stumbled through the front door of his apartment, every inch of his being screaming in protest. His calloused fingers fumbled with the lock, coiling around the small key and muttering a string of curses before finally unlocking it.
He trudged inside like he was chained to the floor, exhaustion seeping deep into his bones. He’d already been tired after working, but then Hizashi had dragged him to a fucking karaoke bar of all places.
His ears felt like they were still ringing.
With a grunt of displeasure, he kicked of his shoes and slammed the door shut. Tossing his key to the closest surface near him, he pulled himself towards the couch and nearly fell face first on it.
His tongue swept over his teeth as he turned onto his back, cringing at the fading taste of whiskey. Even as his body begged for sleep, his eyes refused to close. He couldn’t stand it, the loneliness.
He’d often dreamt of coming home to someone, having someone to hold and cherish. He wasn’t that kind of person though, no, he couldn’t be. Between being a teacher at U.A and working as an underground hero, it was time consuming. He barely had time to eat and sleep, let alone take care of another person.
Shota hauled himself towards his couch with a pained grunt, his joints popping and protesting the sudden movement. He sat there on the edge of his couch, head in his hands, a disappointed click of his tongue echoing through the silent room.
Fuck, I’m a mess, Aizawa thought bitterly. All those nights spent dreaming of coming home to someone, of having someone to hold and cherish. But he knew better. A man like him, with a life like his, it was impossible.
His mind drifted to the things he'd never have time for, the love he'd never be able to have. The way he'd worship every inch of soft skin, the sounds he'd draw from kiss-swollen lips.
With a sigh, Aizawa reached for his laptop, fingers hovering over the keyboard. He had a secret, a dirty one he usually tried to ignore. But tonight, it called to him like a siren's song, promising a chance to escape from his lonely existence.
UnwindWith.me, the browser tab flashed as he loaded the site. It was a video-chat room, a digital hub of desperation where souls like himself could find a moment of connection. No matter what that connection might be. He'd stumbled upon it by accident, almost trashing the spam email that had led him here.
Now, it was his dirty little secret. A place to talk to strangers, to flirt and tease, to imagine for a moment that he could be a different man. A man who had time for love, for intimacy. A man who wasn't so fucking lonely all the time.
His profile booted online slowly, a small green circle popping up by his name. The username was randomized, a mix of words and numbers that resembled every other tag on the site.
A soft ding echoed from his computer moments later, and his chest tightened. He hadn’t been online in weeks, pushing down that lonely feeling in his stomach like it would disappear, but now it was screaming at him when he recognized your username.
Adjusting his position on the couch, he moved the laptop from his lap to the coffee table in front of him. His fingers pressed gently against the back of the screen, pointing it down in a way that shielded his face from the camera.
Before tapping the trackpad, the mouse hovering over your invite, he cleared his throat. It was now or never.
Click!
It took a second for his eyes to adjust, the purple LEDs of your room shining bright through the screen. You’d been laying on your side, your head propped onto your hand despite it being out of view of the camera.
“Hi Sho,” You said in that sweet voice of yours, the voice that sent goosebumps down his spine each time he heard it. Sho was what he’d introduced himself as, but god he wished he could hear his actual name from your lips.
With only his body in the camera, he leaned back a bit and ran a hand through his hair, the long black tips barely in view as he let his hands rest in his lap. “Hi, Y/N.” He responded, voice low and clearly tired.
His eyes trailed over the screen, eyeing the way your thighs pressed together and how your breasts sat nicely in the v-neck shirt you wore. He couldn’t look away, not that he wanted to anyways.
He watched the way your chest rose with each breath only to fall moments later, the way you tapped your nails against the flat surface of your laptop like it was your version of humming to a song in your head.
“It’s been a minute,” He hesitated, letting one hand rest on his stomach. Aizawa had always been nervous during these chats of yours, never knowing what to do with his hands when you both tried to make small talk.
His nerves settled as he heard you laugh, watching the way your body shook softly. “Did you miss me?” You hummed, your nails no longer tapping as you pulled your hand to rest on your side, fingers playing with the hem of your patterned pajama shorts.
He loved how soft they looked, how pretty the pattern of tiny bows were. “Always,” He huffed, feeling his cock twitch inside his pants. “Promise?” You asked, and he could practically hear the pouting. He wished he could see your lips, pull them between his teeth before tasting them. “Want me to show you how bad I missed you?” He offered, voice a bit louder now.
He wasn’t tired anymore, that much he was sure of.
“Hmm..” You paused, fingers stilling against the side of your thigh. “Show me, but no touching unless I say so. Okay?” Your voice met his ears and fuck, he nearly came in his pants right there. He loved it, loved when you told him what to do. So he listened, just like he always did.
His calloused fingers were on the move, fumbling with his belt like he hadn’t ever used one before. With it finally off and a tug of his zipper, he sprang his cock from his boxers and his hand hovered over it.
Pulling his lip between his teeth, he forced his hands to his lap, sweat dripping down his neck as he fisted his pants. “What a good boy,” You purred, voice so soft in his ears. His cock twitched, hips raising lightly as he held back the urge to thrust into the air. There was something intoxicating about the way you treated him, the way you always referred to him as a good boy or commanded him to do whatever you wanted.
It was freeing.
And also hot as fuck.
He watched as you turned to sit upright, crossing your legs as your hands trailed from your thighs to your stomach. Your pretty pink nails reached underneath the hem of your shirt, tugging the v-neck up and over your head.
He had to hold back a groan, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth so roughly that he nearly broke the skin. Your breasts looked so soft in the purple light, the white lace of your bra barely hiding anything from sight.
“I figured I’d give you a treat, since you’ve been gone so long.” You hummed, hand raising to your breasts so your fingers could trail overthe swell of them. “What do you say?” You asked, leaning a bit closer to the camera, licking your lips despite the fact that he couldn’t see your face.
“Thank you,” He groaned out, fisting his pants and he held back the instinct to touch himself. “Ah Ah.” You scolded lightly, dropping your hand from your chest to wave your finger defiantly into the camera. “Seems like somebody forgot their manners. Say it right.” You commanded, and my god did he listen.
A sound of pleasure escaped his throat, raw and husky. “Thank you, Mommy.” He huffed out, hips twitching as pre-cum leaked from his tip, traveling down his pulsing length. As much as he liked to pretend otherwise, he loved it when you treated him this way. He loved calling you Mommy, worshiping you like you were a goddess, and he would do it forever if he could.
“What a good puppy,” You grinned, face off camera, watching as he struggled to sit still on the edge of his couch. “Why don’t you show me that pretty mess you’re making right now?” You urged, using your fingers to unhook the back of your bra and holding it tight against your chest so it wouldn’t fall off.
“Mhmph,” He whimpered, raising one of his hands and pulling it towards his cock. He used his index finger and his thumb to gather up as much pre-cum as possible, squishing it between those two numbers as he showed it off in the camera. It glistened softly due to the light of his laptop screen, stringing together like spit as he spread his fingers.
You let out a happy sound, and then quickly praised him for listening. “Good job puppy, why don’t you tell me how it tastes?”
His breath hitched in his throat at the idea, tasting himself? He’d never done anything like that before, but for you he’d do anything. He pushed the camera upwards, just slightly, with his free hand. Then, he pushed his fingers between his lips and let his tongue gather the pre-cum.
His cock twitched at the salty taste, and his eyes focused on his laptop screen awaiting your approval like the good boy he was. “You’re listening so well today.. go ahead and reward yourself.” You said, pulling your arms through the straps of your bra and letting the flimsy lace drop to your lap.
“Fuck..” He groaned, fingers leaving his mouth and trailing a salty mix of pre-cum and spit to his cock. “God, I need you.” His voice was husky, words stuck deep in his throat as he pumped himself. His eyes trailed over your breasts like they were gold, mouth slightly agape as he silently wished to taste them.
“Goddess, please, can I cum?” He moaned out, hips meeting his fist as he pumped faster. You waited a beat, watching as his body twitched and as he edged himself closer to finishing.
“Cum for me, Sho.”
creds for images @treatpeoplewithgraphics , @uzmacchiato
