late night thoughts
summary -> your work-holic pro-hero husband comes home a little bit early one night. you are feeling unwanted by him.
paring -> pro-hero eraser head x housewife f! reader
an -> oneshot w sexy sexy man aizawa. 18+ content. MDNI
wc -> 2.3k
warnings -> vulgar language (cursing), playful jealousy, little angst, work stress, sex, daddy kink, (creampie or js v in p)?, tell me if i missed any.
your shared apartment with your husband was always quiet around this time. the clock on your wall is barley hitting nine pm. and you are sitting on the couch like always. finished making food for both yourself and your husband. finished cleaning and showering as well.
basically, all of your everyday main tasks were checked out. the tv infront of you is playing some soft music.
shouta aizawa has been coming home late everyday the last couple weeks. he claims that it is because of an increase in villains therefore he is obligated to patrol more often to cover more areas.
as a non-hero, you appreciate what the heros do for civilians. however, some of your neediness to your husband were kicking in. especially after multiple weeks of minimal affection and attention from him.
suddenly, you hear the lock twisting and someone walking in. then you hear a familiar sigh. you do not look up from the tv when he makes his way over to the living room.
"hey, you're home early." you say, voice flat.
aizawa sighs, tired as always. his long hair falling into his face. "patrol luckily ended early."
you nod and give him a small hum. your eyes still not meeting his. "well, thats good for you. food is ready and on the counter whenever you are."
he catches your subtle annoyed tone. "what's that supposed to mean exactly?"
you shrug, "nothing. i just didnt think you remembered what early even was..."
he runs a hand over his face, frustration and guilt blending together. “i told you, y/n. it’s been busy lately. you know..with all the threats and attacks happening in the city.”
"yeah i get that..but it feels like you its always busy. you are always busy.." you sigh a little bit. stopping yourself, debating whether you should continue or not.
"it is like there is always trouble, a villain or someone who needs saving and cannot wait. but i feel like its not fair...." your eyes finally meet his. "like you never catch a break..are there no other heros?"
"y/n..its not about how many heros there are, its about experience. while the older heros are out, they are simultaneously training the upcoming ones so nobody overworks theirselves." he said, sighing and making his way closer to you.
you nod to what he is saying. showing that you are understanding what he is trying to say. but the ache in your heart doesnt fade. "i know..and i respect what you do for the city. its just-" you pause, deciding not to continue.
"its fine, im sorry for overreacting." as you got up, he caught your wrist.
"just what?" he asks, with a serious tone.
"i-it just..just feels like you are giving the best parts of yourself to everyone else, and i get what is left after your tired day to put your pieces back together for the next."
he slowly lets go of your wrist. "thats not true."
"isn't it?" you whisper. "you come home exhausted and half-asleep which is again, understandable. you barley talk due to waves of tiredness washing over you. i know you are doing important stuff out there and saving the world. b-but.. its doesnt mean that i dont miss you much, shouta. i miss feeling like i also mattered to you."
he exhales, quiet but heavy. “you do matter, y/n.”
you shake your head, staring down at your hands. “sometimes it doesn’t feel like it. no matter what you say."
"shouta..you are a pro-hero. strong, calm and respected. everyone looks at you and admire you for who you are. you do deserve all of it and more, you really do." you sigh, looking away, eyes beginning to tear up.
"b-but then there is me..i dont save anyone. i dont have people relying on me or any of that sort. i just try to live on and about my day and do my best to make your life as easy as possible. trying not to add any more burdens on your already tough life."
he moves closer, embracing you in a hug. "you are not a burden to me, never."
“then why do i feel like i have to fight for your attention most of the time?” your voice cracks, eyes glistening. “maybe you’d be better off with someone who understands your world. someone who actually gets what it’s like to be a hero.”
aizawa’s brow furrows, his tone steady but filled with something raw. “don’t ever say that.”
you blink, startled.
he kneels slightly, making sure you’re looking at him. “i don’t want another hero. i don’t need someone who understands my job. i need someone who reminds me there’s more to life than patrols and villains. you’re the reason i come home at all.”
his words hang heavy between you, quiet but real.
you swallow hard, nodding, then whispering, “then why does it still hurt?”
he lets out a small breath, sitting you both on the couch, close enough that your knees touch. “because i’ve been failing you,” he admits, voice low. “i thought working harder would protect the people i care about, including you, but in reality, all i’ve done is push you away.”
you look at him, really look at him. his tired eyes, his messy hair, the guilt sitting behind his calm expression.
“i just want to feel like i still have you,” you say softly.
he reaches out, fingers brushing yours, a faint tremor in his hand. “you do,” he murmurs. “you always have.”
he exhales again, long and heavy. "i know i’ve been distant, and i hate that. but it’s not because of you. it’s because i keep thinking i have to be everything for everyone. somehow i forget that i already have everything i need when i walk through that door.”
"y/n."
"yes?"
"im sorry that i made you forget how important you are to me."
your breath trembles a little, "then remind me."
quickly his lips crash onto yours, embracing your lips in a kiss. at first it was slow, taking his sweet time. then it grew needier over time, mainly from you, needing to feel him more.
"shouta. if you are exhauste-"
"no, gotta remind my wife exactly who she is." he states confidently, leading you both to your bedroom.
"you havent eaten yet though..the food will get cold." you explained, concerned for his sake.
"ill do that later, i gotta much more of an important task to do right now." he says, laying on the mattress.
taking his shirt off alongside his belt and trousers. leaving himself in his boxers.
leaning down, to capture your lips once again. you moaned into the kiss. "shouta-" you whispered as his kissed began trailing from your lips, down to your jaw and all the way to your chest.
he lifted your shirt off, and pulled down your sweatpants. taking one of your bare breasts in his hand and massaging the mound as you moaned with every move.
"fuck..shouta. please..need you."
"relax. ill give you exactly what you need."
he said, taking his boxers off. he was already semi-hard. he also helps you out of your panties and throws both clothing articles somewhere.
bringing one of his hands down again to massage your other breast while his fingers on the other hand work on touching your clit.
"daddy-please..need you already."
"alright, sweetheart. just be patient a little, okay?"
his fingers on your clit were speeding up, rubbing the circles a little faster. making you closer with each move. he then slowly slipped in a finger, preparing you for the stretch of his dick.
"fuck..im gon- please.." you whimpered for him, needy to cum on his fingers.
"yeah, let go for me. come on my fingers, sweetheart." he said encouraging you, slipping a second finger in.
you moaned loudly with your high, your back slightly arching off the bed and toes curling.
your breathing was unstable at first. but as soon as your breathing went back to normal. aizawa was on your neck again, sucking and biting on the sensitive flesh. as soon as he was done, he soothed the spot with his tongue and saliva, continuing to trail kisses down your neck, while holding your hand tightly.
"fuck, you ready for me?" aizawa said, lining himself at your hole.
"im ready, daddy...please i need you so baa-" the end of your sentence was cut off by a moan. caused by aizawa inching his dick inside of you. slowly.
"ahh..fuck, how are you so damn tight all the fucking time?" he hissed as he grabbed your hips and began moving slowly once he bottomed out.
"you feel so good, shouta. so big.."
he chuckled. "fuck, i missed this feeling, baby..." aizawa said as he began speeding up his thrusts. making your toes curl harder, your eyes squeeze shut and your hands finding their way to his hair and tugging harshly.
you are spread out beneath aizawa. at this point, you needed him impossibly deeper inside of you that you locked your legs around him. both of your hands still harshly tugging on his locks.
he is fighting to let go of his own sounds as well. gritting his teeth to swallow the moans, his hips were slapping desperately against yours. your back is arching into him and your eyes are squeezed shut so hard you are sure you are going to see weird shapes when you open them.
"fuck, baby. you feel so fucking good." he whispers into your ears. his hips still rocking against you. his hands glued to your hips.
once he started hitting a special spot inside of you, you moaned his name so loudly.
"fuck- shouta..you feel so- ahh, ahh, so fucking good..fuck-"
"yeah? always a good girl for me, screaming loud to make sure you let everyone know who is fucking you this good."
your sounds makes him groan. making him speed up his thrusts, as he was chasing his high.
"fuck me, baby.." he says softly, his eyes meeting yours. "you have been all lonely waiting for me like this. hmm? soaked just from thinking about me coming home to you, hmm? fucking you this good after patrol."
you nod helplessly, chasing your high. your lip formed an "o" as he circles your clit again with slow, firm pressure. a choked sound spilling from your throat, and he smirks, kissing you, swallowing your noises as his fingers tease lower.
it was his turn to clench his eyes now as you were squeezing extremely hard on him, signalling that you were about to come.
"fuck shouta.. gotta cum. please let me cum.."
"yeah, cmon, come for daddy then. be a good girl and do it" he encourages further as you let out a choked moan while you tug harshly at his scalp and bite down on his shoulder.
"fuck- good girl, baby. im bouta come now, will you let me come inside, sweetheart?"
"yes, please come inside me, i need you so badly.."
"shit..im gonna come, take it, baby." he hissed as he spills his hot seed inside of you.
you both take some time to catch your breath before he lays down next you, brining your naked body closer to his own.
after a couple minutes, both of your breathing went back to normal and room was quiet. the faint light from the hallway spills across the sheets. painting you both a soft orange-y brown-ish colour.
aizawas arm is wrapped tightly around you. your head resting against his chest.
neither of you say a word for some time. its not awkward silence. just silence.
his fingers trace lazy circles on your shoulder. “you always think too much after sex,” he murmurs.
you huff a tiny laugh, voice still hoarse. “can’t help it.”
“what’s on your mind this time, hm?” he asks, his tone softer now, less tired than before.
you hesitate, then whisper, “i just don’t ever want to feel like i’m asking for too much.”
he exhales slowly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “you’re not. i’ve just been too far in my own head to see how much i was neglecting you, you matter to me the most, i want you to be aware of that. always.”
you nod, eyes fixed on the way your fingers play with the fabric of the blanket. “i don’t need constant attention. i just… need you. here. even if it’s quiet.”
he hums low in his throat, pulling you a little closer. “then that’s what i’ll give you. not promises i can’t keep just my best efforts"
you smile faintly, closing your eyes.
aizawa tilts his head to look at you, exhaustion softening into something tender. “you know, for someone who says she’s not a hero, you’ve saved me more than anyone else ever could. from loneliness, depression, demotivation, and much more.”
you glance up at him, eyes stinging a bit again. “you always say things like that right when i’m trying not to cry.”
he chuckles quietly, his thumb brushing along your cheek. “then don’t hold it in.”
you finally let the tears fall, quiet ones that don’t need explanation. he doesn’t say anything at all. he just holds you through it.
when you finally calm down, he whispers against your hair, “i love you."
you nod against his chest, your voice small but certain. “i love you too, shouta. even when you forget to come home early.”
he smiles a little at that, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “i’ll work on that.”
“good,” you whisper, already drifting off in his arms.
for the first time in weeks, the quiet of your apartment feels peaceful again.
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