cowboy aizawa who agrees to teach you how to ride. you find him alone in the stables with a gorgeous but intimidating black clydesdale who he's named lily.
cowboy aizawa who removes his hat and shields your rear as you climb the mount to get onto lily. he isn't risking anyone getting a peak of something they shouldn't.
cowboy aizawa who walks alongside you as you figure out your bearings. you can't tell if the praise is about your riding, the horse or... something else-
cowboy aizawa who invites you in for lemonade and pulls out a chair for you, pours you a glass, and serves it to you. he hangs up his hat, his hair long and moving down his shoulders as he looks are you with dark, wanting eyes
cowboy aizawa who admits he's been yearning for you all day and asks for a kiss in the sweetest way but with the huskiest tone. who's voice melts down your ears and into your chest, but maybe its the way he's looking at you
cowboy aizawa who's massive cock is pounding into you on the counter while your hands grip his hair. it's noisy and messy but there goes those sweet notes of praise again. there goes that voice again, gently behind the plap plap plap in steady rhythm. "you're really gonna learn how to ride"
(r: m 18+, mdni, popular!fem!reader x loner!aizawa)
not edited sry, straight from my brain
you opened the door inward and froze for just a moment. but a moment was enough.
he was massive.
shota aizawa was fucking hung. His legs spread with his jeans around his ankles, left hand gripping the bathroom counter behind him and his right pumping his cock. heavy, veined from tip to base and throbbing with want. he didn't stop, dark hair hanging over his face as he looked at you with dark siren like eyes. his mouth slightly ajar- breaths heavy and labored.
you turned, quickly slamming the door behind you as the loud bass of your party consumed you again. you couldn't however, gather yourself to move. your breath was caught, hitched in your throat.
who knew the loner was carrying a damn weapon like that. you'd never know from his silent remarks from the back of the intern meetings. of course everyone knew he'd be a talented hero someday but god-
who knew he had other strengths like this?
you were always popular, even more so as you trained under a hero as a sidekick. you were part of a rather large team, one that aizawa just so happened to be a part of too. and yet no one ever looked at him for more than a second.
you could feel the heat rising in your chest, could you ever even look at him the same?
in an instant the door flung open. you whipped around, gasping but before you even had a chance to react those wraps that hung around his neck shot out, pulling you in. his hand wrapped around your wrist as he pulled you to him.
your back hit the cold hard edge of the counter as you winced slightly- just barely- before his lips crashed into yours.
your eyes wide but before a second could pass you sank into it, body relaxing as your face flushed, hot with a fire you didn't know was there. he pulled back, gasping slightly before his hands began at the buttons of your jeans.
"you don't get to make me this way then walk out"
you could hardly gather your thoughts before his index and middle finger ran up your cameltoe atop your panties, stopping when he reached the hem and sinking inside.
"you did this to me"
your head rolled back as his fingers sank into you, voice husky, like a man starved. you watched as his dick twitched in anticipation between your thighs. his head still down as he curled his digits inside of you, eliciting a deeper moan from your lips that only made even more pre leak from his cockhead.
"sho-"
you were cut off as he pushed deeper, mouth wide with a loud moan. you could feel a slight tingle of embarrassment move through your chest and he pulled noise from you so easily. your hands gripped the counter behind you as you stood on your tip-toes, back arching with every motion he made.
"I've been so patient, I knew I couldn't simply approach you- but now..."
his drawl came to a low end before he slid your panties down your legs and off, discarded like your jeans.
"now I can't hold back anymore"
his hands gripped your thighs, hoisting you up quickly as your juices dripped down your inner thighs. your legs wrapped around him, arms grabbing around his neck for support before his hands gripped the flesh of your ass, sinking his cock in whole
"fuck! shota!"
you moaned, fingers digging into his back as his fingers dug into your ass. his body leaned over the counter, holding you tight to him as his own breath staggered, his sounds muffled in the crook of your neck as his hair messily lay down your right shoulder. you could feel his body tremble slightly, the sensation alone enough to make him finish and yet he held firm.
he pulled you back, just a bit before slamming you into his cock again. the feeling jolting up your spine with a passionate madness you'd never felt before.
you were no spring chicken. you'd had a partner or two but god this was so much different.
his cock nestled perfectly into you, stimulating your g-spot seemingly naturally. and as he began to thrust, pull back, thrust, pull back, again and again you could feel a peak coming soon. surprising, slightly overwhelming,
but "god please don't stop"
the counter neglected aizawa pulled and pushed himself into you, controlling your body as he hunched forward, fucking you with a monster of a dick. you pressed into him, gripping him tighter but your moans could only be muffled so much by his muscled shoulders.
and lord his muscles.
his biceps bulged, thick and pronounced with a frame you'd never gotten to see before. his toned back strong as he pumped into you with a mad fury. a feeling of savoring every second with a mix of
"you're not going to be able to ignore me ever again"
"say it"
"I won't ignore you!"
"can't fucking hear you"
"shota I won't ignore you! ever! fuck!"
it was ravenous, like you'd be the last pussy he'd ever get. his right forearm slipped under your ass, left hand gripping the counter as he drove into you even harder, clouding your vision.
"sho- fuck- shota! I'm gonna-"
"do it, fucking cum on this cock. fucking do it"
it was like an awakening.
your body shook as he fucked you through it, both arms wrapping around your torso as he pulled down down hard on his cock. you could feel his breath sputter, his own choked moan sputtering from his lips as thick ropes of cum filled you from the inside.
you both breathed in sync, heavy and messy. chests heaving as he staggered forward, setting you on the counter.
"fuck.."
his voice a low guttural groan as he watched his seed leak from your pulsating hole.
"'m sorry.. I didn't-"
your lips crashed into his this time, shutting him up. stunned he relented, cupping your face in his hands.
he definitely wmipers and says 's-sorry baby' when he gets to rough
a/n: sooooo i think this sounds like izuku but he's a little too hyperactive to control it hehe, if you have another character in mind let me know who!
(r: 18+ mdni, smut but rather tame, characters aged up, izuku x fem!reader)
"ow! ah-" you winced, body jolting upwards as you gripped the sheets beneath you.
your head spun as your boyfriend stooped, freckled face looking to you with concern. his heavy cock still lodged deep inside of you
"s-sorry baby" he sputtered voice still in a whimper from the sensations around his buried shaft, face a bit flush with slight embarrassment but a little pride.
"i-ill slow down mkay-"
"promise"
his voice is sweet as his hands guide your body, relief washing over him as he felt your muscles relax all over again, your hole still clenching around him.
this time when he slid in and out of you, his breath trembled taking his time but watching you- face flushed with pleasure as he watched your own.
his lips parted as he panted, drunkenly moving to your moans like music. it was tantalizing- watching your entrance kiss the base of his cock over and over, watching you come even further and further undone.
his voice was almost breathless, floating and laced with small whimpers-
"'m sorry baby"
"does this feel good"
"you feel so good"
he hauled over your body as the two of you grew closer to finish, his arms wrapping around you, slinking up your back and spine as he bucked into your body.
a/n: kitten you are a genius, im glad you seem to always know what im thinking !!
(r: 18+ mdni, aizawa x fem!reader)
(tw: oo it's gonna get rough, face-fucking )
psst- should this have a part two? tell me once you get to the end
"just put your cock in my mouth"
the words were teasing at first. playful, coy, teasing- nothing out of the ordinary.
but you didn't know that shota aizawa was already stiff, watching you move around in those clothes that barely covered your mesmerizing body.
“Oh, darling,” he purred, gently but firmly pushing you onto your knees and cupping your chin in his hand. his belt snapped loose with a flick as his zipper rolled down. "you do love playing with fire don't you"
Before you could quip back, he pressed forward, moderate and steady at first. he let you adjust, watching your lips part around his length. he sank his hand into your hair, guiding your mouth, steady.
it didn't last long.
“wider,” he ordered, voice husky and hard like steel. “if you’re going to play the brat, you’ll play it properly.” his finger gripped into your hair, making your eyes water as his thick cock slid deeper down your tongue.
your throat began to fill, your hands on his thighs as you gagged but took it all the same.
"good girl, just like that" he coaxed, praising you with a head tilt as he watched his shaft disappear into your mouth. the way your eyelashes fluttered, the way your nails dug into his skin, the way your tears rimmed your eyes.
it was addicting.
"look at you" he said, inflection staining the tail end of his comment as he lifted your head slightly, getting a better look at his prize.
"look at those eyes- mm not so cocky with those tears rolling down your cheeks are you-" he taunted, holding your head as he began to pull out, sliding back into your warm mouth.
muffled sounds escaped you as he began to fuck your face, your own cunt beginning to drool almost as much as your mouth.
you felt the dark haired man pick up pace, letting out a deep grunt, his breath hitching as both his hands pushed your head down his length.
your eyes silently begged him for a breath, a moment, but the look on his face told you he wasn't keen on the idea of mercy at this moment.
tears dripped down to your thighs as he made messy work of your mouth, moaning your praises as he did.
his grip grew harsh as one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the other pulling your head back, leaving you gasping, murmuring broken cries of his name.
god he loved it when you said it like that.
"if you want it soft you're gonna have to beg" he taunted, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip, your spit coating the pad of his thumb and your own chin. "beg me to fuck you soft"
"p-please.." you gasped, "please sho-"
"'ts too much"
aizawa's cock shuddered as he sank it back into your throat, your voice replaying over and over again in his head. it did unspeakable damage, making him want more, so much more. his smirk was devilish, both hands gripping your hair as he fucked you- softer but with a heavy desire.
"atta girl" each controlled thrust making a bigger mess than before. "such a good little slut for me"
the praise set your body on fire, making your squirming unmistakable.
seeing you wet with your own lustful desire sent him over the edge. he held your head down his shaft, holding you in place as he shot thick streams of cum down your throat.
"don't you worry baby" he piped, pulling you back and cupping your face in both of his hands, slowing his thrusts as you swallowed his seed.
colored hair, unique makeup, dark sense of style. it matched your humor and you amused him. like some kind of happy accident you kept him on his toes, of course he'd never show it, but he liked- no loved- who you were.
even better when you'd tease him right back.
you weren't scared of him like everyone else, weren't scared of the powers he possessed and the measures the two of you had to take to be safe-
though you did notice there was a difference.
a difference between his glances to the other league members and you. a difference in how he spoke to you. low, calm, almost laced with a gentle sweetness like addressing a small animal might which run away. it was subtle but it was there.
at first what you thought was a wall was simply clear glass, keeping you within arms reach but wanting to be close to you. an invisible boundary that shattered as he woke up alongside you in the morning.
tomura wanted nothing more than to be close to you. like a begging dog his body ached to be near you. even info touching. following you from room to room as you go about your regular activities. you'd tease him and sometimes he'd shoot it back, sometimes he'd play dumb.
every time though he'd tingle with emotion, happy to hear your voice to him. he was extremely observant, doing small day to day things for you. cleaning your makeup brushes, replacing your eyeliners and lotions when they got used up.
adding new articles of clothing you liked to your wardrobe.
small things, that went almost unseen. but he'd do them a million times over for you.
something you didn't like? decayed. food wasn't great? decayed. stalkers, creeps, a simple weirdo from the train-
you guessed it- decayed.
his existence seemed to revolve around making yours greater, happier. worth more than anything you could imagine.
a/n: i hope yall are doing better today than yesterday. + i hope it continues this way in an upwards trend
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"what do you need darling"
pressing kisses into your neck as his arms wrapped around your waist. you were still sat on his lap, breathing hard into the crook of his neck as his freshly emptied cock remained stuffed inside of you.
you mumbled something unintelligible, breaths uncontrolled as his hand came to the back of your neck, slipping under your hair.
"you gotta speak up pretty girl"
his voice seemed to be teasing before he stood up, standing off the edge of the bed and holding your body to his with his other arm, placing you on your back sweetly before standing and admiring the mess he made of you.
"such a pretty cock slut yeah~" he said, voice husky. his body was curved forward, your legs still straddling his lap. he liked the way you still trembled slightly, breaths uneven and ragged as his hands palms the plush of your ass. his voice sent fiery waves down your spine, setting you ablaze even though you'd just come down from your high.
you could almost hear the smile plastered on his face before you could see it. as he pulled back, slumping against the couch his fingers ran down your thighs. your hands braced on his shoulders, looking at him with glassy eyes.
"such a pretty sight to see" he cooed, cupping your cheek in one hand. you watched his muscled chest rise and fall, his breaths becoming more steady.
"d'ya need water or snacks or something?" he asked, his eyes shifting downwards, hands pulling your waist closer to him, his lips pressing gently to your
"how's my pretty baby's body feeling?"
you mumbled back responses as he stood up, a short huff as he held you to his chest. you kept your legs wrapped around him as he walked into the bathroom.
his strong left hand pushed open the door as he set you on the counter, chuckling out small apologies as the cold nipped you.
you could hear the water turn on and feel the warmth as the steam started to move through the bathroom. he walked back over to you, his big body moving with one directive.
his hands cupped your cheeks, your hands coming to his wrists as he pressed kisses from your forehead to your lips.
"you did so good tonight baby"
"'m so lucky to have you"
"so pretty i can't stop"
"don't pull away i want more"
his words were sprinkled between kisses and chuckles, his soft demeanor relaxing you.
his fingers were wrapped around your throat, his other hand gripping your hips as he slammed into you, over and over again. You could hardly focus as your back slammed into the headboard, a noise ringing out as it cracked behind you. You might not have noticed, I mean how could you when all you could focus on was how good he was making you feel, but Katsuki did.
He didn’t stop though, he shuffled back on his knees a bit, pulling you on your back as his drilled into you, pushing your legs closer to your head, his hands gripping in the nooks of behind your knees, making sure to slam harder into your gspot as he did.
when it was all over he’d slow his rocking into you and probably laugh a bit as he pointed out the ruined headboard
embarrassment would fill over you but it for sure wasn’t the first time his roughness would effect not only you but the environment around you.
like the old bed, where your back was pressed to the headboard as bakugou’s strong right hand gripped the top, his older hand closing you under him, your head just above his chest as your legs sat hooked around his waist, his cock balls deep in your leaking hole
maybe he gripped too tight or maybe you just felt soo good, but the wood under bakugou’s grip cracked, snapping. you tried to look up, see what happened but his hand instantly moved to your waist as he sat back on his knees, pulling you on his cock as he bounced you atop him, your ass slapping hard into his thighs as his dark eyes looked into yours
“don’t get distracted, i’m not done yet” he said lowly, in a gruff tone.
he doesn’t mean too! you just feel so good the way your walls pull him in, suffocating his cock as he plunges it deeper into you. his hips stammer as he whimpers a bit, moans slipping from his lips as white lines of cum shoot from his cockhead, splurting into you as he noisy finishes.
and he is so embarrassed because of it.
he pulls his cock out, face red as his freckles contrast against his skin. “oh-oh baby i-” he doesn’t want to stop. he knows you’re not done yet and he’s silently cursing himself for being so sensitive. he moves, quickly sinking his fingers into your messy cunt, curling them as he expertly finds that sweet spot inside of you. his body gets hot as you moan out, and he moves fast keeping the same pace he was fucking you with as he breathes out small apologies, promising you he’ll make you cum a million times more.
his pretty cock doesn’t take long to get hard again, feeling how you clench around his soaked fingers, his cockhead throbbing in want for your warm pretty pussy again. he waits just a bit longer before sinking his cock into and giving you the best strokes you’ve ever taken
watching you cum on his cock is the best sight to him, his cock fucking you down from your high. he’ll only cum again if you let him, but be prepared for him to want even more to make sure you cum three times more than him.
he’s so needy for you, but he’ll make sure you’re well taken care of. every. single. time.
