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Summary: Aizawa and reader have been too busy to tend to each other's needs lately. So, when they get the time, they jump at the opportunity
A/N: The reader is a chubby black woman and Aizawa is a massive simp for her. If you want to commission me, or simply get to know me click here!
Warning: None really. Angst, if you squint. Slightly unedited. Oh, and this is pure filth. A sprinkle of fluff, a dash of praising, maybe some BDE.
When I had finally reached my apartment, I wasted no time kicking off my heels and slipping out of my work clothes. I made a beeline to the bathroom and shut on the shower. Securing the shower cap on my head, I stepped into the steaming water and released a sigh. I thanked the heavens every day that I invested in such a therapeutic showerhead. The tensions in my muscles just seemed to evaporate with the steam and the day’s problems melted into the drain. I lathered up with Bonner’s peppermint soap and smiled at the relief that it had given me. Midway through the shower, I wiped out the razor and started touching up the hairy bits of my body. I rubbed some exfoliant on my legs and pretended that I was in some make-shift spa. By the time I stepped out of the shower, my hands were practically raisins. I grabbed the robe from behind the bathroom door and swiftly changed my shower cap to a bonnet.
“That was a mighty long shower,” a voice sounded as I stepped out of the bathroom.
Swiftly turning my head to the far end of my room, I spot a familiar, large figure leaning against my door frame. His long, black hair was pulled into a messy bun at the base of his neck. He had abandoned his grey, carbon wraps and oversized black assemble for a simple t-shirt and jeans. The top hugged every one of his upper muscles, especially his protruding pecs. The outfit had been so mundane, yet it made my womanhood gradually increase in heat. I gently bit my lip and, slowly, taking in his every feature.
“You phone better be off, Shota,” I said as I met his eyes. “I don’t want any interruptions.”
“I left it at the dorms,” he replied nonchalantly.
I hummed lowly and walked across the room to my bed. Gracefully, I took a seat on the plush duvet and undid the tie of my robe. “Come here.”
Before I could even blink, his lips were on mine and his hands were separating my thighs. I hooked my legs upon his midsection and tangled my fingers within his hair. Shota moaned against my lips softly as his hands slipped up my body. He gently caressed my skin on the very small of my back, before palming my breast. It had been my time to moan, as I tenderly rolled my hips against his. Desperately trying to create friction. Shota sloppily kissed the side of my face, down my neck, and gently nibbled my collarbones before taking my brown bud into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I hissed as my grip tightened on his scalp.
Shota’s eyes flickered open as he tenderly sucked the area.
Heat rushed from my face straight to my womanhood. Moans dripped from my lips as I locked eyes with the painfully patient man. After a short while, he moved to the second bud. Eyes still on mine, I felt his hand inch down my legs and find the sticky mess in between them. Shota’s long fingers caressed the warm folds with a relaxed calm that many tried to replicate but never perfect. He toyed with the soft hair on the outer lips, causing shivers down my spine and another moan to fall from my lips.
“Shota. . . please,” I begged as I bucked my hips against his hand.
The black-haired man released my nipple with a silent ‘pop’ and looked in my eyes deeply. “Tell me what you want me to do, baby doll,” Shota said as he continued to play with the curls between my legs. “I’ll do whatever you ask.”
“I want your head between my thighs,” I responded slowly.
“That’s my favorite place to be,” Shota smirked. “Doing what, sweetie?”
“Making me cum,” I told him, a little too quickly.
“My favorite thing to do.” My boyfriend swiftly pressed his lips to mine before sinking back to his knees. “Sit back, doll, and let me take care of you.”
Shrugging the robe off my shoulders, I lifted my hips from the mattress to allow Shota to retrieve it from underneath me and toss it to the side. His wide hands gently pushed my legs apart and he scooted my rear closer to the edge.
In the low light of the room, I could see the subtle excitement rush through him as he eyed my womanhood. The look on his face made the smooth walls within me clench gently and a blush wash over my face.
Aizawa Shota had the nerve to crack a smile at the small notion.
“Oh, honey,” the black-haired man tore his eyesight from the drooling area and looked straight at me. Dead in the eyes. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
His soft lips kissed the soft skin at the center of my thighs, before separating my outer lips and dragging his tongue from the oozing entrance to the throbbing bud. The notion was slow and painstaking, but it felt oh-so-great. My legs shook slightly from the initial contact, while my walls clenched again. Shota circled the throbbing bud several times before inching his way back down the folds to the slick entrance. Using his thumbs, he separated the lips wider and stretched the hole. He dipped his tongue inside and I swore I saw stars.
Shota continued to complete the action tenderly. After a while, he switched the positions of his hands. While the thumb and index finger spread the lower lips, his right thumb padded the throbbing bud graciously. The small whimpers from my lips gradually increased into pants when he suddenly increased his pace.
“Oh fuck. . .” I groaned as I looked down at him.
His eyes had already been on me. Taking in my body and its language as the seconds passed.
Shota removed his tongue from the messy hole and slowly inserted a finger. Followed by another. He curled his digits sinfully against my g-spot as his lips latched onto my bundle of nerves.
My arms reached above my head and grabbed the end of the duvet tightly. Arching my back, I further pushed my pelvis against his hot mouth and bucked lightly. Tingles gently rose from my toes to my legs, and then, finally, finding their place in my abdomen. As my nasty pants grew louder and louder, the tingles grew brighter. Almost blinding me.
“Please. . . please. . .” I murmured as I squeezed my eyes shut. “I’m gonna . . .”
Shota gently shook his head, whilst sucking the bud, creating an unspeakable sensation that practically caused me to drool. His fingers had been knuckle deep into my cunt and destroying the spongy area without any remorse. Suddenly, I plopped my body onto one side and leaned onto my left arm. With my right hand, I gripped his ebony locks and looked down. His unwavering eyes stared right back into mine, as I ground my hips against his face. Shota broke eye contact and began to bob his head quickly, bud still in his mouth.
“Just like that!” I gripped his scalp tighter as my mouth hung open and my eyes rolled back. For several seconds I had forgotten to breathe. I took a deep breath and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt my legs shake. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” The dam broke and the climax hit my body like a sledgehammer. My arms felt like rubber as my fingers slid from Shota’s hair and fell flat on my bed. As I laid flat on my back, I felt my boyfriend hook his arms around my thick thighs as he continued to suckle on the throbbing bud. Shota hoisted them to his shoulders, before reaching a hand upward to clench my own. A silent scream fell from my lips as my thighs pressed against his face. Shota growled in response and sped up his fingers. Another wave of pleasure washed over me and I was pretty sure I was shaking hands with god at that moment.
My body relaxed into the bed, shortly after that, and my legs slipped from Shota’s shoulders. The larger man crawled up the bed until his face was directly over mine. The smirk on his face was so wide, it practically passed as a smile.
Reaching a shaky hand to his face, I gripped his chin and pulled his lips to mine. I moaned against his mouth and widened my legs enough for him to be seated between them. His throbbing member was poking my inner thigh and I couldn’t stop my hands from undoing his belt to set it free.
“Condoms?” Shota asked against my lips, as he unzipped his pants.
“Nightstand,” I replied as I tugged on his shirt. “Bottom drawer left side.”
Shota broke from the kiss and lifted the soft cotton tee from his abdomen before pulling it over his head. He leaned towards the nightstand and pulled the drawer open. Shota’s hand reached inside the drawer, but instead of pulling out a condom, he pulled out a cordless, white, Hitachi wand. My boyfriend raised an eyebrow, before looking back at me.
“You’re the one who missed date-night for the past three weeks,” I said with a shrug. “I needed something to get me by.”
“Next time,” Shota gripped the gold, foil packet from the drawer and slammed the compartment shut. “You’re gonna show me how it works.”
“Only if fuck me with your fingers, while I use it,” I shot back with a smirk.
“Bold, are we?” Shota questioned while opening the packet and sliding its contents onto his length. Before climbing back on the bed.
“I just missed you.” My words slipped from my lips before my brain could stop them.
“Don’t look so scared,” Shota said quickly. “I missed you, too.”
I gripped his face with both hands and captured his lips with mine. Shota lifted one leg from his waist, followed by the other, before reaching between our bodies and grasping his shaft. Briefly breaking away from the kiss, Shota sunk himself, slowly, into me. We both took a sharp inhale at the added friction and watched as the member disappeared within my smooth canal.
“Shit, baby doll,” Shota hissed as my walls clenched and unclenched themselves. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
The dark-haired man gently rocked his hips, careful not to add unwanted pain to the ordeal. Resting my head against the pillow, I took in every detail of my lover’s face. From the scar under his eye to the baby hairs slicked down by his sweat. The pupils of his deep brown eyes were dilated and his cheeks were slightly flushed. Shota’s lips had been slightly swollen, due to the intense labor I ushered him to do. The messy bun he had entered the room had gradually gotten messier as the night went on; flyaways stuck out from every angle and the small knot was seconds away from becoming undone. As I took in his disheveled state, I realized that I probably didn’t look any better. My bonnet felt lopsided and I knew my pupils were just as dilated as his. But it hadn’t mattered to me, and I knew Shota could give a fuck less about our appearance.
The older man eased himself in and out of the slick canal, while doing this, he searched my face. Checking to see if I had been the least bit uncomfortable or in pain. When the coast was clear, he moved his hips just a little bit faster. A jolt of pleasure ripped through my body, causing me to squeeze him. I bit my bottom lip and looked up at him with wide, doe-like eyes. In the dim light of my room, it looked like he was glowing. Maybe it was the dopamine pumping through me, but there was something so sexy about the way he looked while above me. Bringing me closer to my wet and sticky demise. Each thrust was calculated, the grip he had on my hips was firm, but never enough to bruise. He was so focused, yet relaxed. Attentive, yet carefree.
“Can I try something?” I asked as a flush washed over my cheeks.
“Sure,” Shota replied with no hesitation. “What is it?”
“I wanted to. . . ride you,” I said while averting eye contact.
The older man stopped his strokes and gently grabbed my chin. He turned my face to his and pressed his lips to mine. “I’m so proud of you, baby doll.”
Since our relationship started to become sexual, I had always been quite hesitant about being on top. Because of my size, I had an inherent fear of possibly crushing him. Even though the thought was ridiculous. I had watched Aizawa lift objects, and people, twice my size, many times. The time we spent apart made me reevaluate a lot of things in our relationship, and most importantly, how I fit into it.
Shota demounted from on top of me and gave me enough room to take his place in the center of the bed. He situated himself in my abandoned spot. Before pressing his head against the pillows, he undid the low bun in the back of his head, allowing his hair to spill across the satin pillowcase. Swing my leg over his lap, I lined his thick shaft with my slick center. Slowly, I sunk myself on my lap and threw my head back.
“Dear God,” I moaned under my breath.
The newfound position placed Shota’s throbbing member right against the roof of my heat. If I learned just a tad bit forward, it would be pressing right against my g-spot. From that moment on, I knew I wasn’t going to last long.
Leaning forward, I pressed my palms to Shota’s chest and began to bounce. Curses fell from my lips as his thick, heavy member continued to stretch me as I moved. My walls clenched from the friction and my nails dug into his chest. The slick from my heat began to spill directly onto his lap and mine, creating a wet slapping sound as I moved. Since my eyes were squeezed shut, I hadn’t noticed Shota moving his hands to rest them on my hips. He pressed his fingertips onto the soft flesh of my hips and groaned lowly.
“Open your eyes, princess,” his voice was soft, yet dominant.
I took a deep breath and relaxed my facial muscles. Opening my eyes slowly, I immediately noticed Shota's cocky little smirk. “Hmm?”
“You’re doing a fantastic job, baby doll,” his tone remained the same. Gentle. Soft. Dominating.
“Okay,” was all I could say at that moment.
“No need to be embarrassed or nervous,” he continued. “You look so beautiful on top of me. Using me as your little sex toy, working yourself to sweet release.”
My dripping heat tightened at his words and Shota’s little smirk turned into a shit-eating grin.
“You’re making a delicious little mess. Your sweet cum is dripping everywhere: my lap, yours, and even the sheets. What a messy cunt you have, baby doll.”
One of his hands slid from my waist and pressed itself upon my lower abdomen. A thumb slid further down the area until it hit my throbbing bud. I cursed against it and felt my leg jolt slightly. My bunny hops on his lap, turned into me full-on grinding against him. I leaned my body just a little bit forward, into his thumb, and continued to buck against him. My legs shook at the new source of stimulation. A warm pool started to form in my stomach and I knew I was about to come undone.
Shota cursed quietly and gripped my hip a little tighter. “I’m so close, baby doll,” he hissed. “So fucking close.”
I gripped his wrist and moved it from my sensitive bud. Before he could do or say anything else, I pressed my plush stomach against his abs and hovered my chest over his. With my hand gripping the headboard, I bucked my hips against his at a sharp, quick pace. My hard bud tenderly kissed his hard abdomen with each thrust, as his thick shaft pressed against my g-spot indefinitely.
“Shit!” Shota said through clenched teeth. “Just like that, princess, don’t stop.”
“I’m not,” I reassured as my grip tightened against the headboard.
Without warning, my legs began to shake and my whines increased to drooly pants. A cord within me snapped, and suddenly I saw white. Tingles exploded throughout my body, as my nails dug deeper into the bed below me. My mouth hung open to a comfortable “o” as my eyes squeezed shut. After those few blissful seconds, my muscles relaxed and I, further, pressed my body against Shota. With my head against his chest, I nuzzled against his body and tucked my hands around his neck.
“Are you okay?” He sounded breathless, still recovering from his climax.
“Perfect,” I replied in the same tone. “Just perfect.”
I lifted my face from his chest and looked down at him. His long, black hair was all frizzy and tangled against the sheets. A pink hue dusted his cheeks, making it seem like he was glowing all over again. A sweet smile fell on his lips, satisfied and happy.
“Don’t ever feel insecure about being on top, ever again,” he said tiredly. “You were, as you just said, perfect.”
“Please, don’t— ow!”
His hand collided with my rear end, causing me to cut myself off. “I don’t want to hear you talk down about yourself. Not anymore. You were gorgeous while riding me. I enjoyed every second of it. I don’t think I ever came so hard before in that position, and, no, I am not exaggerating.” Shota pressed his hands on either side of my face and looked me dead in the eye. “You don’t need to worry about feeling insecure or embarrassed about anything. I am always here to support you. I love you, Y/N.”
Shota wasn’t the type to lie for someone else’s convenience, so I knew every word he said was true. And that he meant it. Including him saying that he loved me, for the first time.
A sole tear fell from my eye as a small smile fell on my lips. “Who knew you were such a big softie, Aizawa?”
“Not everyone, just to you,” he said while chuckling.
“Mhm, sure,” I climbed from on top of him and stretched my limbs.
“Oh? So, you’re not going to say it back?” he asked as he rose from the bed.
I giggled lowly and walked to the bathroom. “Come meet me in the shower, and find out.”
I turned on the water and swapped my bonnet for a shower cap before stepping in. The warmth from the water graced my muscles like a gentle hug before strong arms snaked around my waist. Leaning against his chest, I took his hand in and brought it to my lips. I gave him several kisses along its veins before gently nipping at his knuckle.
“I love you too, Aizawa Shota.”
Spinning me around, he pressed his lips to mine and gave me a slow, sensual kiss. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my plush body closer.
“Don’t scare me like that again,” he asserted after pulling away from the embrace. “You almost gave me a heart attack.”
Summary: Just some very short Aizawa fluff. Reader has a bad day, Aizawa makes it all better.
Pairing: Shouta Aizawa x Reader
Warnings: Some suggestive content at the end, mostly fluff, implied mommy kink.
Word Count: 978
A/N: I still have to finish What Happens Next??? LOOK! AIZAWA FLUFF! Also idk if I wrote Aizawa well?? I hope I did?? Let me know please???
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Today. Fucking. Sucked. Work sucked, your family sucked, school sucked. It was all just a metric shit ton of sucked. Now, after the utter shitshow that today was, you just want to curl up in a nest of blankets and never look at another human ever again. You slam the door behind you and throw your bag at the ground with a dramatic huff. The sound of a small bell and a sweet chirping noise softens your heart slightly as your little black cat rounds the corner to greet you.
"Hi, Gyoza. How are you sweet boy?" You coo as you scoop him up and nuzzle him as he purrs in your arms. He rubs your cheek affectionately with his own, then hops down and saunters off to the kitchen.
You slip into auto pilot as you feed Gyoza, simply acting from muscle memory. Somehow you find yourself upstairs in the bedroom you share with your partner, Shouta. Your chest fills with longing when you see the long sleeved shirt he slept in last night. He tossed it aside as he rushed out the door this morning. You remember watching him throw his beautiful raven hair into a bun before placing a chaste kiss on top of your head as he hurried out the door.
You shed the clothes from today and slip that long sleeved shirt over your tired body. You inhale his wonderful, heady smell as you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to mimic the security he gives you. You shouldn't miss him this much after only a few hours apart, but after the day you've had you just want to feel him. Your heart starts to throb and you feel tears prick your eyes as you swallow thickly.
You decide to just sleep it off, he'll be home soon, he'll hold you and kiss you and tell you it's all going to be ok. You crawl into bed pitiful and cling to the pillow that smells like him. You let your eyelids fall shut, trying to steady your breathing. The bed feels too big, too cold without him. He'll be here soon, that's all you have to focus on…
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"What a fucking day…" Shouta mumbles to himself as he shoves his key in the door. He's absolutely exhausted. While he truly oves his job, he swears those damn kids are going to kill him one of these days. After breaking up fights, keeping egos in check, and listening to all of the useless teenage bullshit, he just wants to curl up in his bed and take one fat ass nap. Most of all, he wants to hold you. The thought makes his heavy heart lift slightly as he swings the door open.
Gyoza chirps brightly as he did with you, walking up to rub himself against Shouta's leg. A nearly undetectable smile pulls at the corners of his mouth.
"Hey sweet boy." He mumbles as he reaches down to scratch the handsome cat's head.
"Where's your momma?" Shouta asks, desperate to feel you in his arms. Gyoza hops up the stairs with a twinkly meow. He should have known, if you're not in the kitchen dancing around to some dreadful early 2000's music while you cook, you're probably hiding in bed. He stalks up the stairs after discarding his coat and boots, rounding the corner to your shared room. He hears the sound machine imitating the ambiance of beating waves against a shore, smells the scent of your vanilla wax melter, and sees the soft pink glow of your salt lamp. All of this tells him you have indeed already thrown yourself into bed.
He slowly cracks open the door so he doesn't wake you. He spots your beautiful frame curled around a pillow, hair falling over your shoulders, lips pouting as you push and pull huffs of breath through them.
"Oh, sweetheart." He says to himself, he says it with a soft, endearing tone. You had a bad day, doesn't take much to see that.
He then sees that you're all wrapped up in his shirt and his heart flutters. He doesn't want to wake you, but he wants to feel you. Slowly, he lifts the blankets covering you and creeps underneath. He inches up your legs so he can settle on your thighs, adoring the feeling of your soft, warm skin. He starts to bunch up the shirt you have on as you start to stir.
You blink a few times as you're brought back to consciousness. A stunning warmth spreads through your chest once your brain registers what's going on under the blankets. You smile when you feel long, skilled fingers trail up your stomach as your shirt is lifted from your skin. You lift the blankets to find your handsome man smiling up at you. He gazes at you for a moment with his deep, enchanting eyes before pressing a kiss into your tummy.
"Hey, momma." He mumbles against the hot skin. His actions and the nickname have your head spinning, how did you get so lucky? Today may have sucked, but Shouta is quickly erasing every second of it as his decorates your skin with his compassionate kisses.
"Hey, gorgeous." You sigh as he starts to inch his lips higher, ghosting sweet kisses up to your ribs.
"Get up here." You say softly. He obliges happily, crawling up your body so he can settle on top of you. His strong hands slide to hold your face and he presses his lips to the tip of your nose, then your forehead, each cheek bone, and finally, your lips. The feeling is absolutely divine, and you both lose yourselves instantly. The kiss is so gentle, it offers such a beautiful relief for your hellish day. He breaks away from you to lean his forehead against your own.
"Bad day, love?" He asks, voice low and soothing.
"The worst." You sigh.
"How about I help you forget about it?" He offers with a devilish look in his eyes. Before you can answer, his lips are on your neck and and his hands are on your waist.
"Tell me what happened, darling." He whispers against the sensitive skin under your ear.
"I missed you." Those are the only words you can conjure, your brain is already going haywire from the feeling of his strong body against yours.
Your hands slide up to pull his hair tie out, letting his thick locks fall out to form a beautiful, inky waterfall.
"How were the kids?" You inquire, moving your hands to rub his broad shoulders.
He sighs against your neck, obviously irked by the thought of the hooligans he has to coral every day.
"They were a shitshow as usual." He drawls.
"Want me to help you forget about that?" You ask as you comb your fingers through his silky hair.
A smile splits his face, and in one swift motion he rolls you both over. You sit up with a giggle and run your hands up his solid torso and he sits upright so he can snake his arms around your waist and bring you in close.
"Sounds like we both need some distracting." He presses his lips against your collar bone and glances up at you, raising his dark eyebrows suggestively.
You hum in agreement, your hand slides around to the back of his head so you can gather his hair in your fingers. He sighs as you trace your fingers along the nape of his neck, but gasps beautifully when you gather and handful and crank his head back. Your lips are on his gorgeous neck in an instant.
"I'd love to distract you, sweetheart." You sigh before bringing your other hand up to grasp his prickly jaw.
"Will you be a good boy and let me?" You blink down at him with feigned innocence, and just like that, your big strong man is nearly a trembling mess beneath you.
