warnings: nsfw, smut, dom!aizawa, sub!fem!reader, grinding, dry humping, thigh riding, pet names, p in v sex, daddy kink, doesn’t really have an ending?
the clock reads 11:49 pm, aizawa was at his desk in his room, clicking his pen and flipping papers. he was grading papers from the previous day, and had somehow gotten behind.
you straddled his lap, resting your head on the crook of his shoulder. you closed your eyes letting the warmth of his body soothe you. you couldn’t bare to be away from him sometimes.
his hair was disheveled, per usual, and he was stripped down to just his pants and his usual sweater. you were wearing your shorts and a t-shirt that was probably his but you lost track.
“i’m almost done, i promise, okay?” he mumbles next to your ear, placing a soft kiss into your hair. you murmur in response, yawning.
he shifts in his chair to get closer to his desk, his crotch pressing up against yours. you accidentally let a small gasp slip from your lips.
“oh you like that?” he asks, getting almost cocky. he lifts his hips up again, feeling you tense beneath him. “yeah you do.”
“stop teasing,” you whine, annoyed. suddenly he drops his pen and grips your hips, pushing you down flush against him. he rocks his hips back and forth, the friction pleasuring you, but not enough.
he goes back to grading, as if nothing had happened. “psh, asshole, finish your work already so you can be done,” you mutter into his shoulder, already getting wet.
he tuts. “someone’s impatient today.”
“i wouldn’t be if you weren’t such a tease, ‘zawa.”
“if you want to get off so badly, just do it in my lap then hun.”
“fine.”
you were going to make him regret this. you grind onto him roughly, aizawa couldn’t think straight. he was starting to mess his numbers up and lose focus as your pussy rubbed against his cock, focusing on the delicious friction he so desired.
you whine as you feel him grow hard beneath you, speeding up your hips. both of his hands firmly grip your waist, locking you into place as he snaps his hips up to meet yours. his cock presses against your clit roughly, making you gasp.
“rude to be distracting me from my work dear,” he says, lifting you up with him with ease as he stands. you wrap your legs around him as he places you onto the bed.
your lips meet his as his hands slide down your body, taking off your shorts and panties in one go. you spread your legs for him eagerly as he strips down until his boxers are off.
he takes his already leaking cock, slightly red at the tip, and he runs it along your slit. “shōta,” you protest, but he ignores you, continuing to press his cock at your entrance and pulling out to nudge your clit.
“couldn’t wait 5 minutes for daddy’s cock, huh?” he slides just the tip of his dick into your entrance. in and out. in and out. your cunt was begging for any kind of stimulation.
“shōta, i need you inside,” you beg. “please.”
he smirks before sliding his length inside of you without warning and you moan. he thrusts inside you as he leans down to leave hickeys down your neck.
“a-ah, fuck”, you whine underneath him and he groans, speeding up his hips slowly. he loves the way your warmth grips him, the perfect amount of pressure making his head spin.
“mmh.. yes..” aizawa hisses, moaning and breathing hard against your ear. “so fucking good for me.” his length teases your sweet spot, making you arch your back and gasp, clutching desperately at the sheets.
“s-sho! right there!” you stammer out, pleasure making your thighs shake. he abuses that spot over and over, a slight smirk forming on his face again.
“can’t believe i have you all- hmmph- to myself,” he groans, squeezing your waist as his cock plunges into you.
“ngh! i’m gonna cu-um,” you say weakly, the relentless pace of his hips driving you closer to the edge.
“yeah? all for me? all over me?” his thumb finds your clit and rubs, the pleasure becoming all too much. your pussy tightens around him as he fucks you through your orgasm.
he lets out a raspy “fuck” seconds later, thrusting deeper. you moan out, tipping your head back.
“you’re gonna take it, princess?”, he grits out, cumming inside of you. he drives his cock into you with a few thrusts before pulling out.
his satisfied smirk tugs at his lips as he watches cum spill from your entrance slowly.
working an inspection week at UA high seemed like a fun trip, but you had an obvious hard time keeping yourself energized.
it was hard to stay focused, theres was always some sort of explosion going off, thanks to katsuki.
you mainly worked alongside the teachers rather than the students though. and one always managed to catch your eye as being peculiarly different.
“and that’s why, my dear listeners, this new class is so important! they’ll spark an uproar fo’ sho!”
hizashi was in his own element, in a room recording his very own podcast. you actually listened to it before even coming to UA to inspect, it was kind of cool to see a behind the scenes.
hizashi noticed you stopped in the hallway after he stopped recording.
“sorry my dear! didn’t mean to be that loud!”
he noticed your name tag, noticed that you were there yesterday, and somehow got .. scared of that?
“sorry! apologies! i promise these walls are firm! built to stand and last! nothing but the best or nothing to worry about!”
you laughed, he was quite the entertainer.
“it’s okay, don’t worry. i actually thought it was kinda cool, since i listened to your talk show stuff before i even came here for this week”.
his eyes lit up and he nearly jumped out his own skin.
“you do? i knew i had such a trusting and loving fanbase!”
you laughed at the floor as you pushed your hair behind your ear. he was giddy, but managed to act so focused on you.
he ran behind you and got so close to your neck you could feel his heavy breathing from jumping everywhere.
“i guess my fanbase is pretty loyal, huh?”
your eyes nearly popped out your skull.
you thought, “i didn’t know he was.. like this.” and you weren’t complaining.
“well, of course, mr. mic.”
“oh please,” he moved closer to your ear, “call me hizashi.”
he laughed and walked down the hallway to aizawa’s room, probably to interrupt and cause a scene.
you’d never seen that side of him though. you weren’t going to argue with it though.
• • •
you came back to UA the next day, not really focusing too much on what you were supposed to be doing and rather on where hizashi was.
“there you are! i’ve been super stoked to showing you around!”
you knew that energetic announcer voice anywhere, and it was coming from behind you.
you tried to turn around, but hizashi ran up to put his hands on your shoulders and reintroduce himself to you. like you could forget him.
“i’d really love to show you around! specifically the nicer parts of course, since that’s what i want you to see.”
he started walking with you, arm wrapped around your neck, almost begging for you to be closer. but that’s just his personality anyway.
“i actually kind of finished all my work inspection wise. i’m not sure why they send me out here for a full week when i can finish in a day.”
“oh! you’re here all week? well you just have to come and sit in one of my suuuuper totally awesome lectures then!”
“what are you teaching here anyway? mathematics? public speaking?”
“i’m almost offended! i’m an english professor can’t you tell!” he looked almost distraught.
you laughed it off, “apologies, it actually kind of makes sense now, teaching the new heroes proper grammar and all.”
he turned to you while you were still walking, “oh trust me dear listener, i know how to use my words very well, do you?” , he whispered. it sent shivers down your core.
before you could get an answer out, he thankfully cut you off.
“just messin’ with ya! making sure you’re looking alive throughout my tour!”
you smiled at each other for a moment, and you looked around the building for the next 25 minutes with a grin thanks to hizashi’s colorful commentary.
•••
you ended your tour with him back into his classroom, and he backed you into his desk, kind of without noticing. he’s nearly 6’2 in those boots. but it was kind of hot.
he took his directional speaker off, and you didn’t expect him to look so different without it. but you kind of were digging it.
“now, is there anything else i haven’t shown you?”
you eventually sat completely on his desk as he seemed to take control over you without even knowing it.
“well you haven’t exactly told me what you can do, present mic.”
he got closer to you, and tilted your chin up with his gloved hand.
“it’s hizashi, love. i promise i don’t bite. unless you want me to.”
your face got tomato red, and hizashi noticed, taking note of it and huffed.
“my linguistics seem to have an effect on you dear.”
you grinned. “nothing but the good kind of effects, ‘zashi.”
without even thinking, your legs split, and he took action on that.
his hand slid under your skirt and on your inner thigh, rubbing circles.
you let out a high pitched whine as he got closer to your heat, but covered your mouth with your hand.
“hmm, guess my voice is pretty powerful.”
you just nodded, afraid that if you spoke it would come out as a moan.
he took your hand off your mouth, and got closer to your face.
“there is no need to hide that pretty little voice of yours. let it out my listener.”
your body listened to him apparently, as your head flew back and a moan escaped your body.
“that’s my girl.”
his thumb finally reached your clothed clit, as he pulled your panties aside and rubbed gentle circles on your clit. he was sending you over the moon with just his voice already, but this is so much better.
his index finger finally slid into you after what seemed like hours. he was pumping into you at a slow pace at first, but sped up as he laid farther into you.
eventually you both were nearly lying on his desk, as his fingers steadily pumped in and out of you.
your head fell backwards and hizashi didn’t waste any time, painting hickeys all over your neck.
your shirt eventually unbuttoned because of how hizashi was lying on you, and one of his hands made its way up to your boob.
he painted kisses all down your sternum, your body arched into him, as you slowly started to reach your climax.
“close aren’t’cha babe?”
your eyes squeezed shut as you nodded and let out a small “mhmm”.
“‘zashi! don’t sto-op!”, you whined as you came over his fingers, nearly staining his gloves.
“wanna flip over for me, hun?”
you grinned and flipped to where your boobs pressed against his desk. you could hear him undoing his belt, and gasped as his tip slid into your pussy.
“sorry, i know it’s gonna hurt, you just gotta go slow, okay?”
“no! no i’m okay, ke-ep going.. hmm.”
“didn’t know i was messin’ with a little freak, huh?”
you grinned back at him, but your head quickly shot back after he pushed his full length into you.
“ya good sweetheart?”
“mhmm! ple-ease more ‘zashi!”
“hold on baby, i don’t wanna hurt you,” he growled.
“promise you won’t, please?”
he rolled his eyes and grinned as his pace sped up, and his exposed chest that had unzipped was pressed against your back kept you warm.
your head kept falling on his desk and student’s papers kept getting stuck on your forehead and he noticed, so he pulled your hair back and wrapped it around his hand.
“nngh! oh god oh my god.”
“oh you like that, huh?”
he kept his pace, leaning into your ear, letting out deep huffs into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. he was speaking huskily and his hair was disheveled. those products didn’t keep well and his hair was falling over your back.
“you’re close, aren’t you?”
you nodded, letting out a couple long drawn breathy moans, hoping that suffice for an answer.
“fuck! fu-ck don’t stop ‘ashi!”
he didn’t, he just got closer and more intimately closer to you, painting more hickeys down your back.
he was groaning, whining almost, “never knew you were this- hmph- tight hun”
“oh?” you pretended to act shocked.
“mhmm! fu-uck, i’m”
he didn’t even get to finish his sentence before he was filling your insides. you both somehow synced your climaxes together, both of you filling the room with the sounds of your harmonic moans.
he was panting over you, and you basically molded yourself to the desk as he pulled out of you, cum dripping all over your clothes you threw on the floor.
“sorry my dear listener, i’ll get you cleaned up.”
he held your waist and flipped you around, and the bareness of the desk made you shiver.
he came leaned over you to grab a towel from a drawer out of his desk and cleaned both of you up and picked you up to carry you to sit in his lap in his desk chair.
you straddled him with your hands sitting on his shoulders, as his arms wrapped around your waist. he was pampering you with kisses everywhere, focusing on your forehead.
“you a-okay?”
“yeah, just still in the nude from the waist down though,” you both giggled.
he looked down and realized he never zipped his pants back up, “oh! where are my manners hun!”, and zipped them.
“sorry about that, i have an extra pair of sweatpants in my desk? if they fit ya?”
he opened the drawer and pulled them out as you stood up and put them on.
“thank you mic”.
“i like that one! aizawa doesn’t call me that anymore, so validating!”
you smiled into him, almost burying yourself into his arms.
“i’ll take note.”
“you’ve got to come up here more than just the rest of this week!”
“i think i’m planning on it.. i’ll miss you too bad.”
a dnf fic inspired by glass animals’ song. will be reposted on ao3.
dream x georgenotfound / dreamnotfound fluff fic.
no nsfw finally, pure feel good. twitchcon has me on edge and ready to write LMAO
not really proofread !!
“Drip drop gimme what you got”.
It’s been a week, since you know, they met up.
The fire was ignited into sharp flames the moment George saw Dream. It was personal and they automatically felt a connection.
They clicked immediately, exactly the same as they did all those years online.
Dream was in love with him. It was detrimental. He couldn’t keep his hands off of him. He was like a guard dog over George, following him wherever he went.
And who would blame him? Finally meeting your best friend of years before in person? It was incredible.
Dream felt something different with George.
“You know, it’s weird, like- I kind of feel different with you around, George”.
“In a bad way? Wow he hates me, Dream is a George anti, confirmed!” He was obviously kidding, he knew Dream appreciated him. Just didn’t know how much.
“No! It’s like- I can’t describe it! It’s good! It’s like.. I dunno! It’s amazing!”
“Really? Love me that much? Love me enough for a kiss?”
Dream felt like George was kidding, and so did George apparently.
“What?” He knew what George said.
They laughed it off, and George walked off.
Dream would think about that for the entire day and night. Lying down, head spinning, thinking “Was he being genuine? Does he want me?”
He thought constantly about George. What he would taste like came across his mind more than once that night.
He tasted like surfing videos, without a care, completely wrapped up in the media.
He’s got scorpio eyes, burning with flame, his features were so prominent, Dream practically had them memorized after a day.
George thought to himself too, only a couple doors down from Dream. “What’s he hiding?” He was oblivious in the sense, but he knew what he wanted. His heart was sure, he just didn’t know how to take it.
His shyness was faked. Who went in for the kiss first anyway? George was determined, he just didn’t know.
“I just wish that I could see through you”.
“George you are just so cool”, Dream sat beside George and Sapnap the following morning.
“I know right? Glad you noticed finally”.
“I have noticed trust me”.
“We all have”, Sapnap rolled his eyes.
It was like chemical warfare in Dream’s mind. It’s like every time he spoke to him he felt as if he was talking to someone he shouldn’t. But he was desperate.
The day passed, went on with the incredible feeling of the three of them being together at last.
George smelled like Froot-Loops at one point, and Dream noticed it.
“George what’s with the fruity smell?”
George laughed, assuming he was calling him “fruity” in the joking way, but realized quickly after.
“What? Oh, it’s the shampoo I use that’s all”.
Oh my god.
It was addictive, Dream couldn’t get enough. George walked off late after but throughout the day he found every opportunity to hover over George.
George thought about it too, asking himself questions he thought were silly. “I want his hands tangled in my hair- what?” Why was he thinking like that? Is that normal? It’s your best friend.
The both of them sat in their rooms for hours on end that night. They both knew they’d confess something today, or at least bring up an idea.
It was odd, strange how they both coincidentally were on the same wavelength.
Dream walked out into the kitchen, got himself a water, and sat on a stool.
George must have heard it, and thought his time was running out. He waited years though, so what’s a couple minutes?
George walked out and smiled at Dream. He smiled back, but George quickly walked over to the island where he would stare at the tile.
“Chat shit, but where’s the real you?”
He turned around and tried to relax himself and ended out just staring at Dream.
Dream was puzzled, he didn’t really know what George was getting at yet. But he knew something was coming.
“Dream you make me feel something”.
Dream kept his eye contact with George, but his body twitched. His limbs felt numb.
“What do you mean?”, he had an idea and his heart was pounding. What was happening, it came down like a waterfall, thoughts going a million miles a minute, didn’t have time to compose.
“I don’t know how to explain it- it’s- it’s like how you were the other day. And I think we’re on the same page with this feeling”.
The feeling was indescribable, it really was. But neither could explain it so it was all up to assumptions.
“Dream I’ve known you for years and for some reason now, I just feel a closer- closer kind of connection to you. Am I making sense?”
“So it’s a good feeling, yeah?”
“Yes Dream, I just- I”, George paused and practically pierced Dream’s eyes. He wanted these next words to rampage through Dream’s mind.
“I want you to want me like how badly I want you”.
Waterfalls. The walls we’re closing it felt, it was tearing him apart.
“I think you assume I don’t feel the same, that’s not true”.
George’s eyes lit up. White daggers feeding into his mind that this is it, it’s happening, it’s all happening at once.
“So?”
“So? I want you”, Dream’s gaze slowly did a body scan on the light of his life in front of him.
i’m lazy ell oh ell<3 basic warnings apply, cock warming!!, nsfw, pet names used as well as daddy, not proof read. and fluff this time LOL
ps, actual lengthy danny fic soon as well as a tangerine one probably for myself LMAO
dan was working, he’s been on the same part of super mario for the past 40 minutes just to spite arin because he “couldn’t do it”
he was fully motivated and focused on getting around it no matter what, and they were no longer recording at this point.
you, sitting on the couch beside him, kept giggling to yourself on how mad he got when he fell off an edge.
“dan i really don’t know why you’re still going at that! i mean come on!”
“i’m going to get past it if it kills me”- and, he fell off again, “OH MY GOD FU”-
he put the controller down and laid back on the sofa, manspreading looking absolutely ravishing to be honest.
he pushed his hair back with his hand and let out a small huff.
“you’re staring you know”, he said with a smirk plastered across his face.
“i’ve got the right to babe”
he rolled his eyes and scoffed, picking up the controller again.
he got back to focusing, but more relaxed, because the more he got mad, the more he messed up.
after what felt like ages, he got the star and got over the ledge, and jumped up off the sofa.
his hands were in his hair and you were giggling and clapping for him, going “bravo my liege”.
he turned around to save and pause the game, then back to you and messily gave you a kiss, giggling with the brightest smile.
“what was that for?”
“i dunno! i love you!”
he sat down next to you still towering over you somehow with one arm around your neck.
“i think i deserve to be wooed”
“wooed?”
“yeah! you know, a nice reward since i’m *so* good at games”.
“what did you have in mind then huh?”
“oh i don’t know! kiss me!”
and you did, you gave him a kiss and a smile.
“mmm, kiss me somewhere else!”
and you did. you rolled your eyes and gave him kisses all down his neck.
“mm, feels good..” he paused, “can i make you feel good tonight instead?”
woah.
“what?”, you heard what he said.
“c’mon you’ve been cheering me on all night! i’m returning the favor”. he looked back down at you again. “promise i’ll make my girl feel fuckin’ amazin’”
“only if you say so”, you straddled over him in his lap so you were facing him with your arms over his shoulders.
“mind if i take these off?”
you nodded and he took your sweats off.
“are those my boxers, seriously?”
“yeah what are you gonna do about it?”
“fuck you like you deserve to be”.
you broke the eye contact for a moment to look down at his growing bulge just to get away from being embarrassed, but ended out making it worse.
“what, you intimidated love?”, he said while sliding your (well his) boxers off.
“maybe i’m just madly in love with you?”
“probably” he said while sliding his own pants down.
“c’mere”, he spoke while pulling you closer to fill the space between the two of you.
his thumb met with your clit and he started slowly going in circles while sucking bruises on your neck.
“oh- my god dan- already-“
“i’m impatient love sorry”.
“that makes-“, you whined, “two of us”.
you pulled yourself up onto his dick, and his other hand that was on your waist, slowly guided you down.
“aa-h like that like that”, he groaned out while rubbing faster on your clit.
you fixed your arms on his shoulders so you could start moving up and down on him.
your head was buried into his chest as you whined and moaned, keeping yourself at a steady pace.
“dan- oh my fuck-“.
“yeah? feels good?”
“sosogood”, your words were slurring.
“so good for daddy?”
“mhmm- yes”, you hissed out.
his thumb pressed harder onto your clit for a moment making your body shiver as you let out a squeak.
“please please yes-“, your breathing started to hitch.
“gonna cum for me princess? gonna cum all over daddy’s cock?”
you couldn’t really speak anymore, you just nodded and let out a phallic moan.
“gonna let me fill you all up?”
“mhm! yes!!”
he threw his head back, followed by a moan, as you rode out your climax.
“my god dan”.
“yeah?” he giggled because you hadn’t gotten up, you were still on him.
After Bullet Train, my mind is consistently playing clips of Tangerine walking back and forth on that train. I agree with Channing Tatum, he has an excellent walk
"under the covers". danny sexbang x fem!reader. nsfw drabble.
i'm making this short & sweet. warnings are literally just it's filthy smut. fingering under the covers & pet names :)) AND YES THE TITLE IS A REFERENCE TO THE ALBUM NAME LMAO. not proofread
you were sitting, alone, per usual. you were watching some of danny's music videos. not like you weren't already obsessed with him enough. and if he found you, mesmerized completely by his features. literally *everything* about him had you in awe.
that was, until he came, and sat next to you, completely oblivious to what you were doing. you could tell, 'cause he asked you "what'cha dooooing?" when he sat down. you, embarrassed in a way, slammed your phone down.
"what, are you watching porn or something again?"
"no! i'm not.. it's.. fine".
your eyes looked anywhere but his, thinking you just got completely off the hook.
he took the cover you were under to cover himself more, and move a slight bit closer to you as he put his arm behind your head.
"really?" he sighed. "that's unfortunate, 'cause i actually was *really* looking forward to getting intimate with you tonight".
your body tensed. because you know you wanted it.
"if you're just *so* curious, here", and you handed him your phone.
"oh, so you get off to me? that's what it is?"
"i never said that!", you did though.
"really? so you don't think i'm just *completely* irresistible? how i'd have you whining my name within minutes?"
he was half joking, but every word was true.
"i don't know dan, how 'bout you show me just how irresistible you are then?"- you got a little ego boost out of no where for that one.
"almost like you're asking for my fingers deep in you right now huh?"
"maybe so? what are you gonna do about it?"
"exactly what you asked for babe".
his other hand made it down to your thigh, just sat there, because even his *touch* had an effect on you. even his voice.
you shivered, and his fingers gently traced your inner thigh.
"'don't act like this doesn't effect you love, go on, let it out".
he didn't even finish his sentence before you were putty on the couch next to him, moaning and whimpering looking up at him.
his fingers moved your panties aside, surprisingly you actually wore them today.
his fingers gently circled over your clit, and stopped for a minute after noticing you tugging on his shirt.
"dan- you fucking tease- fuck-"
"i want you to feel every second of this, that's all".
his index and middle fingers finally filled you, and your body twitched. because this is all you really wanted in the first place.
"ohmygod- i'm gonna- i can't-"
he looked down at you, (sitting down, he *still* towered over you) whispering "i know love, just not yet".
this got him closer to your neck, and he took the opportunity when your head rolled back to put marks all down your neck.
his fingers curled, and he kept pushing deeper, so he could reach that spot he *knew* would make you whine and scream his name.
and you proved him right.
"oh- ohmygoddanny", you didn't take many breaths, you were speaking fast without a thought, "i can't take it anymore pleaseplease-".
"yeah? you must fucking *love* having my fingers this deep in you, huh", and he moved his fingers quicker as you tightened around him.
"mhmm-fuck..hmmmmmhmm".
he giggled, 'cause really it was cute, your back started arching, pushing you down on his fingers. you were *so* desperate for him.
"c'mon princess, gettin' off on my fingers, huh? you love me that bad?"
you were blushing ferociously, the room was hot as hell, and the only thing you do was whine and squirm all over him, completely dependent on him at this point.
"fuck-dan-i'm", and he kept his pace as you reached your climax, slowing down as you fell up against him.
he kept his fingers inside you for a moment, smiling, and eventually pulled you closer down onto his chest.
he didn't really have any balance, so he fell backwards and you fell onto his chest.
you were both giggling and laughing into each others necks and chests, and he didn't even move. you both just laid there, as he played with your hair, knowing he was right this whole time about how irresistible he really was to you.
