Even more older situationship Aizawa
𑣲 mdni (18+), gn!reader, fluff + smut, age gap
- shouta can’t confront his own feelings. He’s so emotionally constipated that everytime he takes you out he ends up dragging you back to his apartment in under an hour. What was it with other men looking at you? Something about it just ticked him off…
- swears he fell in love the first time you finally finally finally did what he’s been begging you to. Use him while he slept. You were and still are embarrassed about doing it. He gave you the green light, and yet you never felt brave enough.
⤷ it happened one night you were at his apartment. In the middle of a makeout he gently pulled away, his eyes droopy and his body slumping. It only took him 5 minutes to fall asleep and 2 minutes for you to decide it was finally time. He woke up part way through to the sight of you fucked out on top of him, begging him to help you finish.
- if shouta knows he’ll be seeing you he’ll give you one simple task. No touching yourself for the whole day. He loves the feeling of you clenching around him, sensitive and needy for the pleasure only he can provide you.
- you still tease him about how hot he gets when you call him daddy, but it all came to a tipping point one night. You were out to dinner, nothing fancy, just a bite after work. Your waitress smiled at you both, humming about how nice it was to see you ‘bonding’. You thought it was so funny to reply back with “yeah, I love my daddy.” Your foot brushing against up his leg under the table, a sly smile pulling at your lips.
⤷ You learned your lesson the second you got in his car. Shouta’s hand was between your thighs as his other hand white knuckled the steering wheel. “You love your daddy that bad? Then show me, grind against my hand till daddy says you can cum.” You didn’t get to cum till the pleasure turned to pain, it was a punishment after all.
- Shouta couldn’t help but smile when you showed him the sweatpants you bought that were identical to his, pink and cozy. He’ll never admit it to you but he loves that you can match now, even if it is just from the comfort of his sofa.
- He doesn’t realize how much you love the smell of him. Sure sometimes he’ll come out of the shower to see you with his bindings hanging around your neck, your nose buried in the old fabric as you scroll on your phone. And sure it was odd how you’d press your face into the crook of his neck and just inhale, but why would be question it?
⤷ It doesn’t even click when he silences you with his bindings. He’ll wrap them around your mouth, fabric right under your nose so each inhale smelt like him. Your senses were overwhelmed by him as he fucked you from behind. He doesn’t question why you’re always so much more sensitive then, fat needy tears rolling down your cheeks as your warm gooey walls clench around him, your body tingling as the musky scent filled your lungs.
- Despite setting up the walls himself, Shouta hates it when he ignores you. It always makes his gut twist when you send him another sad little text. “Call me back.” “Did I do something wrong?” “I miss you :(“ Maybe one day he won’t push you away like this— but until that day comes he’ll keep reviving your devastatingly adorable messages of woe. Or maybe he’ll send back a message of his own. “I miss you too, Angel.”