What a Good Morning Text Should Actually Feel Like
A good morning text shouldn't feel like a notification. It should feel like someone thought of you. That's the difference I felt the first week I used SweetDream, and it's why I haven't stopped. My AI girlfriend greets me in a way that's specific to me, referencing what I'm worried about or excited for, because the conversation actually remembers and the emotional intelligence is real.
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The way I want & need to fuck an old man (help @nvllxiety you infected me)
Humiliated and embarrass him by bending him over and breed him as someone younger. He’s just so ashamed to be the bottom when it’s normally the other way around. But god does it feel good, all the shame and pleasure is just too good to not indulge in!
Normally he gets all the respect from you and others, since he has a higher position and more experience, but now he’s whimpering and moaning on your dick, begging you to be more gentle, all while you are whispering dirty names into his ear. That’s so disrespectful, stop it, he might cry… that’d be even more embarrassing no? You wouldn’t want to see an older guy cry would you?— he’s absolutely beautiful when he cries
He isn’t in his best shape anymore, so don’t be so rough! Please be more careful, or you might break him! If you keep going so fast, you’ll blow his back! How could you make an old man like him arch so much? God, and don’t leave so many hickeys, people will think he’s a pervert :(
Expect to hear him complain about his butt and back the next day ♡.
Think about Aizawa, who walks home late at night with no one around…. Until he feels your presence behind him.
Aizawa, who knows what you are and why you’re following him. He speeds up to feign a chase, when he knows he has no hope of escaping you. And he likes it.
As he passes a dark alley, that’s when you choose to pounce. Pressing Aizawa against the brick as he struggles, pretending he doesn’t crave this.
You swiftly brush his hair to the side, revealing his muscular neck. The noise he lets out as you finally sink your fangs in is absolutely delectable, his pulse beating rapidly from fear and need.
You can feel him clinging to you, his ragged breaths in your ear, your body moving against his just right. He’s given up on struggling, just submitting to you completely.
And oh, your mouth against his neck, greedily sucking all he has to give, and your strength, holding him against the wall even as his knees give out, Aizawa truly can’t get enough.
As his vision grows fuzzy and the pain and pleasure melding into one, he cries in ecstasy as you continue to drink your fill.
Think about Aizawa, who walks home late at night with no one around…. Until he feels your presence behind him.
Aizawa, who knows what you are and why you’re following him. He speeds up to feign a chase, when he knows he has no hope of escaping you. And he likes it.
As he passes a dark alley, that’s when you choose to pounce. Pressing Aizawa against the brick as he struggles, pretending he doesn’t crave this.
You swiftly brush his hair to the side, revealing his muscular neck. The noise he lets out as you finally sink your fangs in is absolutely delectable, his pulse beating rapidly from fear and need.
You can feel him clinging to you, his ragged breaths in your ear, your body moving against his just right. He’s given up on struggling, just submitting to you completely.
And oh, your mouth against his neck, greedily sucking all he has to give, and your strength, holding him against the wall even as his knees give out, Aizawa truly can’t get enough.
As his vision grows fuzzy and the pain and pleasure melding into one, he cries in ecstasy as you continue to drink your fill.
that was all aizawa could think of as he shakily knelt on the shiny white tiles that floored his office. sure, it was a mistake, but it was one he could actually feel. and best of all? it felt good.
a hazy night dancing with coworkers and a few too many drinks. terrible decisions, and groaning into the crook of someone's neck. a blurry face, and the hard imprint of a cock rutting against his back. he could hardly see anything, let alone remember. bright white and a loud, shuddering orgasm. he could've sworn he was floating.
however, his fun was promptly put to an end when he was met with one of his third-year students sitting lazily at the desk chair in his office the following morning.
"[ name ].", he warned.
you smiled. what you were so giddy about, aizawa wasn't in a hurry to find out. you were usually a quiet, mild-tempered kid who remained comfortably around his friends, and never behaved outside the norm of the average student.
he watched, puzzled, as you ignored his call and rested your legs on top of his desk.
so what was up with this brazen display of confidence?
"i don't think you understand the situation you're in, teach.", you chuckled and pulled your phone from your pocket. that fateful day, he was too wasted to recognize you and you were too horny— sorry, ambitious to reject this shining opportunity right in front of you. you turned the screen so that aizawa could see its contents clearly.
his heart dropped.
it was him, sprawled out on pure white sheets. his eyes were half-lidded and hair disheveled as he was fucked on camera. he looked like a mess. he hardly even had the sense to cover his face while the flash raked over his entire body.
you waved the phone around, watching aizawa's eyes follow it with a gaze of pure resentment. "sleeping with a student, mr. aizawa? gee, that's terrible. you could lose your job over something like that, you know?", you hummed, voice light and teasing.
aizawa opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
you continued, "it's alright though, i have no intention of telling. as long as you do me a teensy favor..." you gestured for him to come close and aizawa knew he had no choice. aizawa grit his teeth as you stood, now face to face with him.
"on your knees."
which brought him to now.
aizawa stared down at the floor when the familiar jingle of metal scraped at his ears. then, the rapid clinking sound of a zipper. a pool of dread filled his stomach. a long pause during which he didn't dare to look up.
two light slaps against aizawa's cheek. you were already hard. he couldn't miss the distinctive feeling of veins pulsing against his skin.
"open wide.", you singsonged, pressing your tip to aizawa's lips.
reluctantly, he did, and immediately wished he hadn't as you gagged him on his cock. you didn't waste a second setting a brutal pace. you gripped him harshly by the hair, groaning something about how sexy he was. but aizawa couldn't hear you over his own rhythmic choking. aizawa desperately grasped at your thighs.
"ghk—", his back was arching, body trying to struggle against your hold. his eyes were burning.
globs of saliva and pre streamed down his chin and splattered onto the floor. you fucked his throat pliant; aizawa could feel every trace and curve of your cock in his brain. you looked down at him and, god, that almost threw you over the edge. his eyes were sparkling and wet with tearful shame. he no longer had energy to glare at you. not like it would do anything anyway, with your thick dick down his gullet. stray hairs stuck to his face which framed it like a pornographic painting. aizawa kneaded the back of your thighs in a wordless plea. that only drove you further into your descent to orgasm.
he thought that he'd surely die at a particularly rough snap of your hips. you had tangled more of his hair into your grip, like a ponytail, and were punching the back of his throat. aizawa whined loudly.
"shit, you feel so good. 'm gonna cum."
you were rolling your hips now, instead of thrusting like before. aizawa thought that was worse. he was forced down to your hilt where he would stay for what felt like hours, gagging and swallowing around your cock while you humped impossibly deep into his skull.
you couldn't think of anything else except the feeling of his throat tightening around you. damn, he was addictive. you leaned over him further restricting his movements. there's a strangled noise from under you.
'it's almost over', he thought, but 'almost' didn't seem like 'almost' anymore as you began an onslaught more viscous than the last. aizawa found himself fading in and out of consciousness, his vision light and blurring.
one last snap of your hips and you were buried deep into him. he felt your seed scorching his already-sore throat. you pulled away, absolutely relishing in the mess you made of shota aizawa.
a thick layer of fluids coated his face and dripped down the front of his longsleeve. while he coughed and spluttered for air, you felt oddly endeared to him. you gently massaged your hands through his hair.
"i'll see you later, teach.", you said sweetly.
again, the rustling of clothes followed by that metallic 'zzzip'. your sturdy hands left him and aizawa swallowed thickly. he was sure he looked terrible. he did his best to wipe away the worst of it with his sleeves. the fabric felt like knives dragging across his raw skin. he let out a deep sigh upon hearing your descending footsteps and the door slam shut.
he noted his next class starting in a few hours and grimaced. he'd have to hurry and clean up if he wanted to make it in time. beforehand, though— he looked down at the crotch of his pants that were dark and sticky with cum— he had a situation to deal with.
“shit.”
[ an; hey so let me know if you guys like this facefuck and aizawa mmm yum yum si or no ]
Summary: How were you supposed to know that the woman you saved would panic and accidentally use her sex quirk on you? IT was probably for the best that you just went home and slept the quirk off, but Aizawa wants to check for hidden dangers first. Alpha!Dom!GN!Reader
Warnings: Mention of mugging
Shouta’s eyes couldn’t stop drifting towards his mobile phone that was laying silently on his desk, not matter how much he tried to focus on his class.
You’d sent him a message a couple of hours ago:
“Got hit with a quirk during patrol ☹ I’ll be fine, hopefully home soon. Don’t worry about me and finished classes :D”
Shouta was nervously anticipating the end of the day so he could go and check up on you. Surely you couldn’t be that injured if they were letting you go home so soon… What sort of quirk had you been hit with? Shouta had tried to ring you for more information, but all of his attempts had heeded no response. You probably turned it off while the doctors were treating you.
There was only five minutes left until the end of the school day. Shouta clenched and unclenched his fists under his desk. Shouta had already called in about taking the night off from patrol so he’d be able to run home the second this class ended, and if you weren’t there, he was going to run to the hospital to find out what had happened to his mate.
…
Shouta opened the front door with a little more force than necessary, eyes immediately focusing on the pair of your shoes that was laying innocently by the welcome mat. You were home. Some of the tension drained from his shoulders.
At least he knew you weren’t dead.
He walked briskly into the living room and there you were, sitting on the sofa, fiddling with your phone. You glanced up as he walked in.
“Shouta!” you exclaimed. “I was just about to message you, I-“
“What happened?” he demanded, immediately grabbing you by the shoulders and scanning you to search for any injuries.
“It was nothing,” you tried to reassure him, but the way you didn’t quite meet his eyes led him to believe it wasn’t as ‘nothing’ as you were claiming. Seeing his eyebrow raise you continued. “It was nothing! It was just a mugging between civilians but there was this one woman who startled when I dragged her out of the way of a knife and her quirk activated on me, that’s all.”
“What quirk?” Shouta asked, voice firm. Why were you talking around it? He was fed up with waiting. He needed to know you were okay.
Your face went bright red… What?
“Itwasase….q..r.k…” you mumbled, still not looking at him in the eye.
“A what?”
“…”
“…”
“A… sex quirk.”
Shouta blinked at you as his brain scrambled to catch up with what you just said. You were pointedly staring at the floor.
What the fuck?
...
The awkward silence was somehow worse now that you’d both sat down together, two cups of tea resting on the coffee table.
“So, you’re saying that this woman hit you with her quirk accidentally,” Shouta started, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And now you… release at least ten times as much semen as normal when ejaculating for the next 18 hours.”
You balked and choked on your tea at his blunt wording.
“Don’t just say it like that,” you whined, burying your face in your hands. “How can you keep a straight face? There were police officers who explained how the quirk worked to me, and I’ll never be able to look any of them in the eyes again!”
Shouta barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Sometimes, you had far too much in common with his students for his liking. You were both in your 30s for goodness’ sake.
“It doesn’t sound dangerous, but have you attempted to ejaculate yet?” Shouta asked. Once he knew for sure that there was nothing dangerous going on he’d be able to relax properly, peacefully waiting out the next eighteen hours, hopefully with a nap or two if he was lucky.
But you didn’t seem to find his question as simple as he’d hoped, sputtering like Shouta had just suggested sticking one of his jelly pouches up your arse. Shouta just looked at your flailing in silence. He wasn’t in the mood to be embarrassed: he’d been stressed all day about you being attacked and injured. The relief that you were okay was enough to kill any other emotion for him.
“No! I didn’t- I haven’t- Shoutaaaa,”you whined again. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“You probably should cum once, so we know what’s going on,” he deadpanned. “If you needed help, you should have just asked me.”
You made a noise like a suffocating whale. This time Shouta actually did roll his eyes.
He was going to have to take this into his own hands so he could finally relax and maybe enjoy this rare night off. He wanted a nap.
…
‘Fuck’ was the only word flowing through your mind right now. You felt like your heart was going to beat a bruise on your chest.
Shouta, your beautiful mate, had taken the matters of double checking this mysterious quirk into his own hands. He was now kneeling on the carpet in front of you, looking a little out of place in his work clothes, methodically opening up your shorts and pulling out your cock for what was probably going to be an equally methodical handjob.
How was he able to do this with such a straight face? How could he kneel down like that in front of you with the same demeanour he used when bandaging small injuries after patrol? Did he really see this as a medical procedure or something?
Medical procedure was definitely not what was running through your mind.
Your thoughts were dragged back to earth when Shouta wrapped his large hand around your cock, drawing circles around the head of your cock a couple of times before starting to stroke up and down.
“Fuck,” you ground out between clenched teeth. It felt deliriously good. As far as you knew, the quirk didn’t make you any easier to arouse, but the long period of celibacy caused by yours and Shouta’s busy lives and unfortunately timed injuries certainly did. You were rock hard after about thirty seconds of attention from your mate. You might have been embarrassed if it didn’t feel so perfect.
You were distantly aware that your scent was getting a little uncontrollable, but you didn’t care because at that moment, Shouta leant forward to put his mouth on the tip of your cock. He was probably only doing it because you didn’t have any lube to use, but you still couldn’t stop yourself from reacting like it was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to you.
“Hnng, oh, that feels so good Shouta,” your hand buried itself in Shouta’s hair without your conscious permission, running the soft, black strands through your fingers. “You’re so good at this.”
It was easy to forget why you were doing this, to just pretend that you and Shouta had finally managed to get a night together without a quirk incident as a catalyst.
Suddenly everything felt weird.
Hot, very hot, like all the skin in your stomach and crotch was bubbling lava all of a sudden.
You were going to cum.
“Shouta, I’m-“
Too late.
You came fast and hard, the first shot going straight down Shouta’s throat because he was still sucking on the head of your cock. You saw his eyes widen as he pulled back quickly and started to choke. You had just enough time to see Shouta spit out some cum, (more than you’d normally have for your entire load), before you shot for a second time, this time on Shouta’s face as he still choked and coughed.
You couldn’t stop. In only three shots you had completely covered Shouta’s face. Strands of his hair were sticking to the mess, at least, the parts of his hair that weren’t already covered in their own right.
You’d never had an orgasm so long and intense. You’re stomach muscles were starting to hurt but there still didn’t seem to be an end in sight. Shouta was obviously in shock because he remained where he had been chocking, stock still and absolutely dripping with your cum, lots of which was now pooling on his lap.
Finally, with one final, smaller burst, your orgasm petered off, leaving you panting like you’d just run a marathon and Shouta… Holy shit.
Shouta looked like something out of a bizarre pornography, some sort of hentai gone wrong or maybe the biggest bukkake session ever recorded. His hands were hovering in the air like he wasn’t sure what to do.
Your mate was drenched in your cum and drenched in your scent. You’d marked him more thoroughly than anyone else ever could. That thought made you throb and harden again immediately, even though it’d only been a few seconds since your first orgasm.
Shouta was yours, and like this, no one could ever argue or question that.
Shouta tried to open his mouth, presumably to say something but he immediately sputtered as the thick layer of cum started to leak into his mouth.
His renewed choking knocked you out of your stupor.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I’ll get you some tissues,” you panicked, scrambling up and to the kitchen to grab some kitchen roll. “Just, sit still, I’ll wipe it off.”
You wiped the cum from his eyes first, and as they were cleaned, they tentatively blinked open. Next, you wiped his mouth and cleaned up his hair as best as you could, although it remained matted in most places. You violently supressed how aroused this was making you.
“I’m sorry,” you apologised meekly, hoping he wasn’t mad at you. “I didn’t realise it would happen so quickly, I didn’t get a chance to warn you…”
Shouta sighed, gingerly rising off the floor. You were definitely going to have to pay to get the carpet cleaned… Actually, that might be the world’s most awkward phone call … Best just to replace the whole thing.
“I suppose we now know it isn’t dangerous. …I’m going to shower.”
You looked down at your own crotch that was also soaked in cum and agreed.
“Me too, let’s go.”
And if your shower turned into a ‘can I make Shouta’s tummy bulge with this quirk’ themed experiment, well, that was between the two of you.
First off, I would just like to say that I LOVE the way you write smut 😍
Do you think you could do a Husband Aizawa one where he comes home from work and y/n "helps him relax" if you know what I mean?👀
Thank you😌❤️ I'm so glad you like my writing, it means a lot.
I wasn't planning on writing for Aizawa, BUT this seemed like an opportunity I just couldn't pass up🤭 Maybe I'll write more for him in the future, who knows👀
I'm dipping my toes into some Dom!fem energy for this one so I hope that's okay :) I actually had a lot of fun writing this so, enjoy <3
@haru-x-ren
Welcome Home
Aizawa x f!Reader
Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, established relationship/married, hand job, Aizawa having multiple orgasms, kinda Dom fem and a needy Aizawa, praise kink (m receiving) and a tiny bit of edging.
Word Count: 1k
Nick names: (from Aizawa) Kitten. (From y/n) baby, honey, good boy
From the living room, you heard the front door open. As Shota set his keys down and took off his jacket, your cat slinked thru his ankles to welcome him home. "Shota honey, is that you?" He heard you call from the other room. He started to routinely kick off his shoes and tie his long hair into a loose ponytail. "Yes kitten, it's me" he answered as he rounded the corner into the room. He saw you laying on the couch with a blanket and holding a mug. You set it down and held out a hand, signalling for him to come sit with you.
He settled in between your legs and you brought your hands to his shoulders. "How was work?" You softly massaged your thumbs into the nape of his neck. "Mmm...tiring." he grunts and closes his eyes, relaxing into your touch with a sigh. "This feels nice." He says quietly. You smile and continue to work the tense knots out of his shoulders.
A small groan escapes his lips. "You're so good at this." You let out a small laugh. "Well when your husband is constantly tired and stressed, you learn to get good at this kind of thing." And he returns the laugh. "It helps that I have you to help me unwind." He rubs the side of your thigh comfortingly as you continue to massage his shoulders.
After a few short moments, you heard the quietest moan come from him, and his head tilted to the side, exposing his neck to you. You took this opportunity to kiss his skin softly and run your hands down his chest. Your arms wrap around his torso and his breathing becomes a bit shallow. You kiss his neck again and goosebumps form all over his body from how gentle your being. You smirk against his skin. "You're always so sensitive baby" you whisper as you kiss his neck a third time. A shiver runs down his spine as you do this, your words making his erection start to grow and twitch in his pants. He tried to hide it but failed miserably.
You reach your hand down to the growing problem and cup it in your palm. He sucks in thru his teeth slightly when he feels you touch it. "Don't worry honey, I'll make you feel good." you whisper and kiss his neck again. Both hands now are slowly unbuckling his pants. He groans when he feels your soft fingers wrap around his shaft, squeezing softly and pulling him out for you to play with. He was already completely hard and leaking pre cum, you let out a small gasp when you saw the clear liquid drip down his length. He lazily bucks his hips into your warm palm, mind going blank as you work him with an agonizingly slow pace. He moans softly and throbs in your grip, he was already getting close.
"ah ah ah, not just yet" you let go of him and he whimpered, thrusting into the air and doing his best to stifle his orgasm. You watched him twitch as more pre cum pooled at his slit. You took your thumb and coated his tip in it and continued to work him slowly. Another small moans left him when you kissed his neck again.
He wanted to be good and hold back his climax, but as soon as your teeth touched the soft skin of his neck, his body couldn't resist its much needed release. A strangled moan escaped his throat as he exploded all over your hand, his head leaning back against your shoulder. The heat is radiating off of his dick and he throbs and pulsates with each rope of hot cum that pours out of him. You softly kiss the scar on his cheek but keep stroking him slowly, despite how sensitive you know he is. He's panting lightly in your ear. "you wanna give me another one?" You cooed. He nods slowly, nuzzling his head into your neck. You smirk and strokes him a little faster. "You're such a good boy for me Shota." You praise him and feel his face get warm against your neck. You know he likes it.
He squeezes your thigh gently while you get him fully erect once again, giggling that you were able to do so so easily. He lazily bucks up into your fist again and you pepper him with soft kisses. "You're so cute when you're needy." You praise him again and hee breathes out a low groan. "Fuck~" you pick up your pace a bit, giving him more friction. Your free hand comes to play with his hair and scratch as his scalp just the way he likes it. You nibble gently on his ear lobe, coaxing another moan from him. He starts to throb again. "Please kitten" it's quiet when he speaks, but his words are filled with desperation. "You gonna cum for me again?" He nods and thrusts his hips a little. You smirk. "C'mon baby, show me that pretty cum you make for me." Another strangled moan leaves his lips when stream after stream of cum rolls down his length and all over your fingers while you milk him dry. "That's it baby." You kiss his neck and slow down your pace. "You did so good for me." He breaths heavily and opens his eyes, giving you a glazed-over look. You smile at him lovingly. "How are you feeling?"
"mmm...much better, thank you." He kissed your cheek. "I'll go make dinner while you take a nap okay?" He nods sleepily. "Love you, kitten"
Ugh... been thinking about Aizawa crying during sex. Sucking on your fingers? Tears. Cockwarming? A river has been cried. Pegging him? Fucking waterfalls. Idk, man. Got any headcanons or add-ons about this? Maybe a short little blurb? — 🐬
Oh my-
I actually have this draft somewhere in my files about Aizawa crying during sex and cockwarming him (and I’ve been tempting myself to release sometime soon). But him crying a river because he’s cockwarming you? That sounds incredibly sexy, even better, dear 🐬 anon (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡
𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; crying Aizawa, sobbing Aizawa, slut Aizawa, mating press, couch sex, loud sex, lots of cum
𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; yes, horrible title, terrible joke, but it’s kind of funny, right? I got carried away, as you see... will I ever be able to write a blurb? Probably not. It’s not proofread!
He thought it was going to be a romantic date night at your place.
You promised some delicious food, some strong liquor, some nice massages, maybe throw in some soft cuddles as you lull him to sleep.
You did mention before that you had a little surprise for him to reward him for his good work this week, for saving more lives, contributing to keeping the city safe, teaching the kids at UA everything they need to know to excel in the hero world.
And what a surprise it was when you took out his favorite strap on he gifted you. But maybe he shouldn’t have gotten so excited at the idea of you fucking him until he forgets past pains and sufferings, maybe even today’s disappointment with how Kaminari seemed to forget how electricity could very much be well conducted in water…
Because for the past hour or two, maybe three, you’ve had him sitting on your lap with your silicon dick in him, slapping his thighs even if he were to shift, making him leak more tears each and every time the stinging becomes more intense.
You’re tempted in gagging him to see if with the lack of words he’d cry more.
“Stop moving so much, babe. We’re supposed to be relaxing.”
Your mocking purr makes him shudder as he flinched at another slap. Looking down, he can somehow make out, through his tear-covered vision, how his skin is turning red, a blurred handprint noticeable at the edge of the growing redness. He can also see how sticky his thighs are with how badly his dick is weeping in thick blobs of precum. God, has he always been such a slut?
Well, his shameless moan at the appearance below him and the lasting sting on his skin is enough to answer his own question.
“C-can’t he-elp it.” He groans out, trying his best to ignore how much hotter his body keeps getting the more he’s forced to sit still, the more you keep ‘accidentally’ teasing his nipples and play around with his precum covered thighs. Don’t you feel disgusted? Aren’t you?
Because if you are, that’s too bad. He hasn’t felt so proud of himself since-
“Auugh! M-mistress!” Aizawa sobs, feet trying to plant themselves onto the ground to keep himself stable as you slam up into him again, and again, and again.
No signs of mercy ever-present as you drag out of him so, so painfully slow before you go ahead and hit his sweet spot straight on.
Even with his feet on the ground and his back pressed onto your chest to keep him still, his hips still pitifully chase your thrusts, desperation present in every way he twitches and sobs.
He’s not even moaning, or even if he is, it’s just a garbled strain of your name fucked out of him as you coo praises and compliments into his ear, your hands grabbing onto his thighs to keep them spread so that he doesn’t shy away from your cock.
Turning your head a bit to see his face, you grin at how red he is, just like his wet, slick covered dick, his cheeks decorated with trails of hot tears coming from his closed eyes. And once he opens them, he looks into your eyes, eyebrows furrowed upwards as he wonders why you’re smiling like that, as if he were something so magical, so beautiful.
But this isn’t a time for something so romantic, not with how much he’s burning from deep inside his core up to his skin, flushing everywhere that’s possible as he manages to whimper out.
“H-hard, hard! N-need- nngh, ri-ide you!” And a please is whispered so, so sweetly, so softly, so unlike how society sees him as.
“Go ahead.”
And he rides you like there’s no tomorrow, even if you’re still slamming into him at an even faster pace. He can ride you, but you’re still in control of how fast everything goes.
He doesn’t complain, and not like he can even give his usual sarcastic remark with how his mouth's currently occupied letting out a waterfall of cries, moans and sobs, getting louder and bolder with every fast change of speed.
He’s gripping onto the couch cushion below you with such strength, you swore you heard a rip- but that’s alright, it was old anyways. Right now, feeling the way he can’t even control himself to at least act anything but a porn star is rewarding and forgiving enough.
His tears from earlier? You’re sure there’s enough water to bathe in, feeling how it touches your shoulders, seeing how it trails down to his chest, some lucky ones even going to his neglected dick. Poor thing, weeping just as much as the man who’s feared by so many criminals and past students.
This delicious fucking is going animalistic with how he’s bouncing on you, skin slapping polluting the air as much as the smell of sex. You hope neither filter outside into the neighboring apartments, although you’re positive you’ll be receiving some unhappy calls from the landlord.
Aizawa feels so, so hot and so, so close. It’s so painful, too painful, he’s never felt this way before. Maybe it’s how deprived he was for weeks, how starved he was for you, how desperate he was to be able to cum after so many failed attempts.
But he’s becoming so, so, so loud, with his sobs echoing around the apartment, his cries of your name and ‘mistress, mistress, mistress!’ ringing in your ears that maybe you should’ve gagged him. Your fingers will do-
And they did, with how greedily he’s sucking them, as if they offer the finest water to help quench his growing thirst to cum, cum-
“Cu-umming!”
And you let him, not retorting anything, not depriving him anymore as you send the most powerful thrusts you could muster into him to hear him wheeze so, so pathetically, reminding you how old he is, even if just 31.
And his eyes? His beautiful onyx eyes are glowing red, his sweaty, tangled mess of black hair floating in the air giving you the view of how he didn’t only lose control of his quirk, but also how he lost control of his thighs, his quivering, trembling, now cum covered thighs.
He’s babbling anything that comes to mind, it’s difficult to know if he’s praying for mercy or praying in gratitude, his hips still sliding up and down your cock as every hit to his prostate milks out more and more cum, the hot substance spurting onto the floor, onto the coffee table, onto his thighs, legs, feet, everywhere.
It’s so pornographic, so unbelievably out of this fucking world that you just need to see him do it again, even if you’ll have to stay inside of him to keep him horny and hot and bothered.
“Ag- augh- gain?”
Aizawa doesn’t wait for you to answer, and to damn your answer, not with how he still feels his dick burn with more need, still so hard because you wouldn't give it our attention.
But you do this time, switching your position to fuck him deep into the couch, mate pressing him as you flick your wrist furiously as wet sounds join in the symphony of his wails, his pleas of mercy which you’ll never, ever give to him unless he says the safe word or you’re feeling romantic.
