#aizawa shouta smut

[matchamiko]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Lucky Undies

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Warnings: oral sex ( f -> receiving) m.masturbation, mentions height difference (reader implied shorter than Aizawa), reader implied big belly, thighs + ass (ie. not skinny), prev. established relationship, sooooo self-indulgent don’t look at me

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Note: disgusted with myself honestly.

“What are those?”

You stop in your tracks, toothbrush lodged in your cheek and foam threatening to drip down your chin.

Aizawa stands behind you in the bathroom doorway, eyes trained dark on the tug of your sleep shirt over your ass. Spitting into the skin, bending lower and offering more of a view, you finish washing your mouth with heat all over your face,

“I didn’t have anything else clean, s’all I got,” you explain yourself, eyes connecting with his in the mirror,

“And they’re your last resort because?” Arms folded over his broad chest sprayed with dark hair, Aizawa cocks his hip against the doorway, eyes never leaving the peak of your asscheek from beneath the t-shirt. It’s his and it’s soft and he offered it to you on your first sleepover years ago, a little tighter round the middle now but still long enough to pass as a nightie.

“They don’t fit!” You resort with embarrassment, “they pinch my hips and they go up my butt ‘nd roll down my belly if I bend down or even move,” you feel as though there’s steam hissing from your ears, suddenly regretting even putting on the offending underwear. You’d miscounted your laundry days and found yourself wearing either silky lingerie or old high legged cheeky style undies that were a very adorable baby pink and sported a little red rose at the front. Usually you wore comfortable high rise with a trusty band and often times sensible colours so to not show through your chosen trousers or skirts of the day. Maybe you’d wear a thong if you felt adventurous but comfort was key in your relationship with underwear, and being with Aizawa for so long helped you not only explore that a little bit but also enabled you to stay comfortable without judgement or ridicule.

And Aizawa liked your plain underwear, didn’t care much for it really because all he often wanted was them off or not even on in the first place. Complaining about his partners choice in underwear was beneath him; he’s a man, he’s mature and he’d much rather eat your pussy than muse over what’s covering it.

But these? He’s not seen these before.

“Cute,” he says with a gravelly voice, stalking forwards slowly, “you look cute,”

Biting your lip, you shake your head,

“I’ll just put some gym shorts on and do a quick wash, s’stupid to even try to do anything in these,” you grumble dejectedly, turning and even in your limited movements, the seam tugs over your cheek and makes you cringe.

But Aizawa is as sturdy as he is stubborn, a wall preventing you from leaving and a large hand sits heavy and inviting on your hip.

“I said you look cute,” he says pointedly, “not just the underwear, but you in general, seeing your skin makes me - desperate,”

That hand smoothes under your sleep shirt, fingering the thin, stretchy band of the panties with a heavy breath in his chest. The harder he pulls the band, the higher up your hip they go and the further up your -

“They’re just panties Shouta,” you blink up at him, leaning closer to ease his fondling, “stupid uncomfable panties that is,”

“Shh,” Aizawa kisses you quiet, a peck to keep you satisfied while his other hand drifts over to your ass, fisting the fat and spreading you meanly, “just - lemme look for a sec,”

His eyes catch the flash of your asshole in the mirror, panties caught taught and high over your ass and he groans low and deep from his belly. You clear your throat and whimper when he buries his face into your neck, teeth scraping the delicate skin there. Then - his hand rounds to your stomach, fiddling with the little silky rose before tickling the exposed skin of your belly from where the panties had dislodged and folded down.

He doesn’t often explore you this selfishly, having listened to your qualms and insecurities over your body, doing it to prove that no weight could distance him from desiring your body. But he touches you with a filthy selfish agenda and filthier moans.

Thick fingers tease you over the fabric, slippery with your arousal, sliding between your folds and circling your clit with loud little click. It’s shameful how turned on you are at his exploration of your underwear, but he’s no better; hard and heavy and leaking against your hip. ‘Nd when you look down, mewling at the thick forearm jammed between your cushiony thighs, you can see the flushed tip of his cock peaking from the sagging waistband of his underwear, black and tight and baring a hole just above the seam on his thigh.

And suddenly you understand exactly how Aizawa feels with you in underwear he’s never seen before. Because those are boxers you bought him three christmases ago and are also a result of not doing laundry often enough. And when you look up at him with your hand squeezing him through the thin fabric; your shameful desperation is reflected in his eyes.

All too suddenly, Aizawa is on his knees and your lower back is cradled uncomfortably against the bathroom counter, and he’s all up between your thighs with devastating groans and grunts.

“Taste’s fuckin’ divine,” his tongue is hot and so wet against the gusset of your underwear, pulled tight over your cunt and practically frothing with how aroused you are. One hand cups your ass and spreads you, the other is crude and sharply tugging on his cock. At the taste of you. At the smell of you. Nipping your clit through the fabric and sucking hard enough to send you shuddering and shaking right down to your toes.

“Shouta ! S’too much !” You grip the top of his head, hair tangled from sleep but the tugging of the knots seem to encourage him, groaning into your cunt and huffing deep agonising breaths against your pubis. You’re on your tiptoes, one leg lifting a little even to give him space and Aizawa shuffles closer on his knees, haphazardly throwing your leg over his broad, sinewy shoulder.

It’s almost like the sensations are muted, dulled through the thin fabric of your panties. But they’re still there and you fumble with your shirt for a moment before lifting it and tucking the hem beneath your chin so you can look down, down at your boyfriend so eagerly and so messily slurping at your pussy.

He’s feral like this, eyes fluttering and nose pressed hard into your clit, tongue trying to rip through into you but failing miserably. Or not, as it seems that wasn’t his goal, simply content with tasting you through the panties that had entrapped him so suddenly. You couldn’t even feel confused and weird at his random bout of arousal over your too-small panties, too thrummed with pleasure and the shivers of an orgasm to really deep dive it.

It rears its head slowly, but with a strength you’d yet to experience before. All suction and desperate licks, moans and grunts vibrating you just enough to send you jerking into his mouth. Hips moving on their own, tits falling from the grasp of your shirt and shuddering with your movements. Your underwear slips and tugs harshly as you grind through your orgasm, pulled taught only by Aizawa’s insistent tongue and fingers. He seemed to have given up on his own pleasure, or got enough from watching and tasting you, both hands clutching your thighs around his head.

“Let up, oh my god, give me a sec Shouta,” you’re still panting hard, limbs boneless and belly throbbing with every aftershock, cunt fluttering against the sodden and stained panties, “you’re such a - now I really don’t have anything to wear today,”

Your words die from a telling off to a small sigh at the sight of him, drunk on the sight and taste of you. His eyes are heavy, mouth open and shining with your spend, cheeks flushed and chest heaving,

“Good news for me then,” he stands with a grunt, coming in close enough for you to smell the remnants of your orgasm on his lower face - but he doesn’t kiss you. Instead massaging your hips and the tangled band of your underwear, “I’m having you on my face next, ‘nd keep these on,”

He’s a pervert really, snapping the band and making you tut in disapproval. But as you follow him into the bedroom with a sheepish grin and nervous lust building in your chest; you realise you are too, for letting him indulge in this and letting him.

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[tired-teacher-blog]

Over the years following his early retirement, Aizawa has developed a dad bod.

He is no longer the pale and lanky man you've fallen in love with– all these years ago, and his once prominent dark circles and tired demeanor are long gone and replaced with a more relaxed aura.

You love the little changes he's unknowingly flaunting: the soft tummy protruding under his shirt, the thickness of his strong arms and thighs, the healthy glow adorning his rounder cheeks, and most of all, that cute plumpy butt filling out his bottoms perfectly.

You can never help the heat pooling into the pit of your belly when seeing him dressed lightly, and you get consumed by an uncontrollabe desire to strip him off of whatever sleepwear highlighting his seductive frame at the moment.

That hungry look in your eyes does not go unnoticed as he knows you too well to miss it, and gladly grants your undeclared wish without a second thought.

With an amused smirk on his face, he kneels down between your legs and pushes in slowly while watching the way you breathlessly utter his name and run your hands over his plump chest, and it's a heavenly view that you cannot get tired of seeing, although you really want to feel him pressed against you as well.

You desperatly claw at his forearms demanding to have him closer, and encase him in your embrace when he finally is.

His thrusts quicken and his lips devour yours in a sloppy kiss, while your nails rake his broad shoulders and travel lower and lower until reaching his bum and clutching onto the luscious buttocks you so much adore, squeezing his fleshy globes to mimic the erratic pace of his hips.

He goes mad everytime you do that, singing your praises and grunting promises of making you lose your mind soon.

His words and relentless plunges are what drive you over the edge with a broken cry of how good he's making you feel, and he follows suit in a matter of seconds, stuffing you full of his milky seeds before collapsing onto your quivering body with a soft "I love you" whispered to your ear..

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

[brutallygod]

minors don't interact !

cw: afab!reader / terms, professor x student, age gap, panties stealing.

your fav as professor, who knows what he's doing is wrong.

he knows how wrong sneaking into your dorm, stealing your dirty panties, and wrapping it around his cock as he drags the fabric over his entire length until he cums and dirties it even more is.

he simply has stopped caring.

the much older man continues stealing your panties, using them as a fucksleeve, while imagining your cunt around his cock. he has cum more these last couple of months than he ever has.

"fuck, you'd loved to be fucked like this, wouldn't you?" he grunts, his hand speeding up as he nears yet another orgasm. the panty is wet with his pre, drenched even. with a quick move, he swipes the most inner part, the place where your pretty little cunt touches it, over the tip of his cock. he spews out his cum, catching every drop on the crotch of your panty.

he brings up the ruined cloth and sniffs it deeply, groaning with unbidden desire at the mixed scent of the two of you. he knows right then and there, he has to have you.

aizawa shouta, jean kirstein, zhongli, ukai keishin

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 31﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> event masterlist

aizawa shouta x f!reader -> bdśm

a/n: happy buurfday 🙈🩶 erazerheaddo! i really don’t like him that much aka personally. but he’s fun to write nonetheless. <3 i hope ya’ll enjoy it & please heed the warnings mkay? have a lovely day & don’t forget to stay hydrated 😡

warnings: bd$m, dom!subDynamics, spanking(using a whip), buttplugVibrator, cl!t-spanking, edging, doggy!style, aftercare.

shouta has waited impatiently for you, ever since you had gone out with your friends. a sigh escaping his lips because somehow, it’s also his birthday. must you do this to him? its his special day, doesn’t feel as special anymore. why do you have to be so fucking busy on his special day — hey he’s all about tolerance and letting you do whatever you want, but this peeves him out a tad.

so when you ring the doorbell, he’s on the door within seconds. opening it for you and leaning back when you lean in to huggle him. “happy birthday, sho.” you coo, smiling softly but he raises a brow of annoyance. “thanks.” he scoffs, closing the door on your end and letting you come inside. the aura he has is enough to scream that he needs spoiling.

“what would you want as a birthday present?” you croon, watching his brow raise up at that prospect. maybe this would work just fine. shouta clears his throat, looming over you and bending over a little to whisper against the shell of your ear. “i want you to be my little slave tonight.” the way the warmth of his words say something so sinful has you cowering beneath him already. you gulp, contemplating — then again, it’s aizawa shouta. your husband, your confidante and your soulmate. he wouldn’t take things where you don’t like to. maybe this would also ease his mind from the looming loneliness you’ve subjected him to.

you nodded, biting back a smirk. “words, little one.” shouta daunts, tilting your chin up & forcing eye contact. “yes- yes sir.” you fumble a bit, it’s the scruffy voice he has that can get so authoritative which makes you feel small in the best of ways. and oh, shouta loves every bit of it.

“go upstairs to the bedroom, strip naked & kneel. wait for me patiently.” he commands, and you’re off immediately. when you’re taking off your clothes, anticipation bites your stomach. thinking about all the things he can do to you.

he comes in upstairs, shirtless with his scars and abs on display. a little smirk plastered on his face at seeing you knelt down so eagerly to please him. it’s written all over your face you wanna be good for him. “hmm, look up and say you want to submit to me. that you’re nothing but my property to use as i see fit.” shouta’s grim yet sinful reminder has you aching. you nodded, repeating the same words with flushed cheeks. “good girl.” he balms any anxieties that might’ve arisen.

“on the bed, ass up.” he hums, smirking with a little leather whip in his hand. it’s the kind of the pom-pom. lots of leather strips attached to the handle. shouta wouldn’t use a bull-whip on you just because of the impact might causing skin breakage. he is particularly against seeing blood. that makes him think it’s too far and shouldn’t be done. a personal preference.

the strands of the whip caress your naked skin, your spine, your neck, your inner thighs. he chuckles when he tries to shove the handle into your sopping wet cunt and watching you squeal. it was before you could expect, the whip cracked right on the curve of your ass. a scary intensity but still palpable, a shrill whine echoed through the walls of the bedroom, before another one came right at the same spot.

“who’s going to fucking count?” shouta scoffed, acting a little unhappy. “two- t’was two sir.” you whimpered, waiting for another one land right on the other ass cheek with an intensity which was higher than the first two.

“three!” you squealed out, and that makes shouta massage the spot just a little. “hmm, let’s make this a little more fun. yeah?” he thinks out aloud, “of course, fun for me. you’re just here to please me.” he reminds, walking away and bringing some items from the bedside drawer. you want to peek and see what it is, but you know you’d be punished for being too eager.

shouta walked in back to you, spreading your ass cheeks apart and squeezing some of the lube onto your rim, spreading it with his index finger and smirking at how your asshole puckers up for more. “nasty little thing.” he taunts, shoving a metallic butt plug vibrator inside you. the fullness has you gasping, along with the dull vibrations & the shape spreading your walls and contracting at the rim. it was uncomfortable, it was amazing, it was exhilarating.

shouta spanked your splayed out pussy, while you jerk forward in delight. “we begin again, from the beginning. don’t miss a single fucking count or we start again. you’ll get ten.” shouta tells you beforehand what to prepare for, so you know how much you’re truly in for.

the next three whips crack on your ass immediately, giving you little time to adjust especially how hard your ass is contracting. “agh- fuck, three! sir.” you manage to mewl out between gasps. part of you wants to break the counting, just to piss him off a little, the other part of you wanted to please him.

another one landed right on the middle of your ass, distracting you from your thoughts and making you scream out. “OUCH FOUR!” you cried out, “aww, maybe you’d have trouble sitting down tomorrow baby.” shouta cooed, while your vibrating ass was causing a problem. you felt so deliciously close to the edge without any stimulation on your clit.

“sir, don’t think can- handle this, gonna cum.” you remind him, not wanting to tip off the edge without his permission. “oh? is it?” shouta raised a brow, spanking your clit just once as you jumped your thighs together at the impact. “you can’t cum anywhere but my cock. hold it.” the words had so much bite & intensity you whimpered at the stance; just nodding along.

“words.” shouta spanked your ass again. “AGH- five, sir- yes.” you struggled, the pleasure overwhelming along with the pain on your rear. your skin was definitely bruised and a little swollen, but not too bad. shouta knew exactly what to give you to leave you dancing at the edge of pain and pleasure.

“six!” you cry out, tears brimming at the edge of your eyes at this hit, a weak sniffle escaping you. oh you were so bloody gone, shoved into subspace so wonderfully without feeling anything negative. “thank you, sir.” you hum, and shouta smirks. “aww, you’re turning more good? what’s that for? want me to stop spanking?” he chuckled, leaning in and kissing the spot where he’d just hit.

“SEVEN!” the next hit landed right where the previous one was. you screamed this time, wiggling your ass in air at the sting. “please please please sir, i’m so close.” you cry out.

shouta spanked your ass thrice, medium intensity but still firm, while you slumped forward, “t-ten.” by now you were sniffling in pure bliss. “cum.” shouta commanded, holding your waist and shoving it right at the leaky tip of his thick cock.

you screamed at the feeling, you felt so wonderfully stretched out. feeling shouta balls deep, along with the butt plug that stretched you out so good. immediately cumming pathetically on his cock & massaging his ridges and veins. “aw, good girl, good little girl. just like that.” shouta stayed still, letting you adjust to him & tip off the edge completely. you gushed all around him, panting heavily at the mess you’ve created.

he started thrusting into you, deep strokes without much break. the speed picking up to borderline rail you into the mattress. all you could manage was to break out broken whines and moans. it felt so good, it felt so good- so good. his balls slapping your clit, his cock kissing your cervix deliciously at every snap of his pelvis on your hips. the bruises of your sensitive ass toyed with every little thrust which felt like a spanking on it’s own.

“s-sir- so- close again.” you mewled out, while shouta’s thrusts also got sloppier, twitching inside you. “good, cum at the same time as me. let me fill you up.” he groans, “going to stuff you so full of my cum like my little cum jar you are. gonna give me babies, yeah baby? going to give me babies?” he almost crooned at the thought of it, slipping his seed inside you & painting your walls full of him while you spasmed around. brutalised orgasm ripping through your sanity as you opened your mouth in a silent scream. “shit- shit- shit.” you cried out, every single clamp of your pussy around his cock was borderline hurting.

“atta girl, good girl.” he smiled, pulling himself out and watching his cum gush out of you. the butt plug came out after, and your ass looked so cute a little puckered up. “so cute.” he hums, while you laid down shoved into little space/sub space for your dom. shuddering and spasming at the orgasm after effects. “oh little one your legs are shaking.” he smiles, noticing how your body vibrates in exhaustion.

“was that too rough?” he asks gently, kissing over your spine and turning you on your back.

you shake your head no, biting your lip. “next time add clamps too.”

shouta chuckled, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear with a nod. “of course kitten. you did so well for me though, took me like a little champ i’m so amazed by how strong you are. how wonderful you are.” he whispered soft nothings into the shell of your ear, rubbing your pelvis soothingly, rubbing your ass soothingly. “let me put some numbing cream onto that cute bottom.” he cooes, wiping your tears and kissing your forehead deeply. you were still sniffling and sobbing a bit. but that was to be expected — he’s wrecked your mind and body both to submission after all.

“i love you babygirl.” he cooed, kissing all over your tear-drenched face. “mm, i love you too, happy birthday sho.”

“thank you kitty.” he smiled tenderly.

[maapllee]

Desire

/dɪˈzʌɪə/ noun A strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.

!! WARNING !! smutty themes f!reader x aizawa.

☁︎ Aizawa's touch felt like a fresh breath, your bodies flush against each other. ☁︎

Summary: You and Aizawa end up getting stuck in one of the storage rooms in the left wing- not frequently visited. The tension in the air and the lack of space result in something...more.

A/N: hehe :3

A song to enjoy while reading this: if u think i'm pretty ⚬ Artemas

Your eyes fixated on Aizawa's back as his shoulders moved slightly with each step he took. He wasn't in that same old hero attire for once, since there was a press event today. You admired his chiselled figure that was poking through the white shirt and tight pants he was wearing. You swallowed, noticing how much bigger he was than you. The classrooms were running low on paper, which made Aizawa sigh and beckon you to follow him to the storage rooms to grab a few boxes of materials he needed.

Biting your bottom lip, you thought about how the last few weeks with Aizawa had been. Each moment was so warm, yet strangely sensual. It came so easily between you two. Lost in thought, you bumped into a wall- the wall making an 'oof' sound. Since when did walls make those kinds of sounds? Turns out, what you thought was a wall wasn't a wall at all.

"Still sore from yesterday, L/N?" He said smirking, referencing your sparring session. "Maybe." You said dryly, pouting while looking away. Aizawa responded by resting his hand on the small of your back. Your eyes made contact with his inky ones. He maintained the contact, tilting his head as if asking you if something was wrong. Swallowing, he turned away and continued walking in silence.

Aizawa switched on the light, commenting on how dusty it was In there. "Hold the door open for me, need space to get the boxes out," he mumbled, moving to the racks stacked with various boxes labelled with markers in bold lettering. You held the weighted grey door open, waiting for him to grab the materials he needed. Aizawa walked right into a rack, making the boxes tumble.

"Aizawa!" You exclaimed as you lunged forward in an attempt to pull him away. His body stumbled into yours. "I could have taken care of myself, L/N." Aizawa stated, just as a soft click was heard behind you two. You looked at him, whose mouth was slightly open out of shock. Well, this was awkward. You laughed nervously- "Oops?"

"I hope you do remember neither of us have the keys to open this door?" Aizawa stated, rolling his eyes. He tried moving around, your body now facing the door. Aizawa grit his teeth, throwing his head back in frustration. All this moving wasn't helping. The air felt stiff and heavy, the smell of cardboard boxes filling the air. Your chest pressed against the door, and his body clung to yours from behind- no space to move around now. Looking at the floor, you breathed out trying to think while tapping your heels on the floor anxiously.

The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. Aizawa breathed heavily into your ear, bringing you back to the present situation. "Stop moving." He commanded, his voice deeper than usual. You tried looking back to take a look at his face, but his fingers dug into the flesh on your hips. "I told you to stop moving." Aizawa breathed out, punctuating each word with a firm silence. He sounded like he was...out of breath? You didn't understand why, opening your mouth to say something sarcastic when you felt something poke your bottom half.

Aizawa pushed you forward, using his body. You pressed your hands on the shut door, trying to support yourself. He pushed into you, almost out of instinct, a moan slipping out of his mouth, smooth like honey. "I'm- sorry." Aizawa said, his hard-on pressed firm into your ass. "There's no space to mo-"

"You don't sound very sorry." You stated, trying to sound confident but just as nervous if not more than Aizawa. "L/NNhh-" Aizawa breathed into your ear, feeling around your pockets for your phone. "I think we're past last names now," you stated, out of breath yourself- unable to believe this was actually happening. Aizawa hummed, his hips pressed into yours as his hands patted your pockets. His breath was hot and heavy, the moment felt so intimate despite the awkwardness and lack of professionalism. Pulling your phone out, you rested your head against his chest as he switched on your phone. "Fuck." There's no signal here.

"I guess we're stuck here for a while then, aren't we?" You joked, pushing back at him.

[crepe-of-wrath]

I feel like those of us in the Aizawa fucker community do not make enough use of this gif?????? I mean, I've said it a million times and all, but holy shit, his fucking hands.

[aizawasbrattyprincess]

a l l  i  n e e d

Hey, love. I’m really sorry this took way too long to write, but thank you for requesting this <3

f!reader x aizawa shouta (mha)

tw: nsfw + breeding 18+ MINORS DNI

word count: 0.7k

a/n: Realised I haven’t written for Daddyzawa for months now (what a crime!). So here you go, guys x Also, please be reminded, do not send in new requests. Thanks!

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゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋

5 months, 17 days and 2 hours. 

Aizawa Shouta had not seen you in person for nearly half a year since you had left the country for a work opportunity following your recent promotion. He was happy for you, of course. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he wasn’t supportive of you?

But he had been so lonely and restless. Aizawa didn’t know what to do in his own home now that he was so comfortable with you being a part of his daily routine. Afternoon naps seemed uncomfortable, having no one to cuddle with under the warm blanket for hours. Even something as small as drinking coffee in the morning didn’t sit right with him. Aizawa missed hearing your voice right next to him, seeing your sweet smile on your lips and breathing in your scent. It was driving him insane that you weren’t in his arms, demanding his attention and wanting to be kissed every minute or so. He can’t help it; being away from you for too long made him beyond sexually frustrated. Picturing you while he masturbated wasn’t the same. Phone sex wasn’t able to make it up, and it was hard to call you in different timezones. Aizawa had to have you; the sooner, the better, or he’d go insane.

The second you returned home, Aizawa said nothing but pushed you against the front door and crashed his lips against yours, hungry and unrestrained. Although this wasn’t exactly the welcome you were picturing, you weren’t against it either, so you wrapped your arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal passion. With his lips never leaving yours, he began to undress you until you were bare in front of him.

“Mhm, Shouta-”

“I know, baby, I know,” he grunted, hoisting you up quickly.

Carrying you to the coffee table, Aizawa placed you down carefully before tying his hair into a messy bun. He then knelt down in front of you, as if in prayer, and spread your legs wide open. Normally, he would take things slow and easy, but the delicious sight of you was too much for him to hold back. Hiking your legs over his shoulders, he devoured you. Every lick, every flick of his tongue, and the burn from his stubble sent intense waves of pleasure through your body, forcing you to hold onto the table to steady yourself. Aizawa knew you were getting close with the way you were whining, so he pushed two fingers inside your cunt while his thumb rubbed against your clit harshly. No coherent words left your lips as you came all over his face. He made sure to lap up all your juices before deeply kissing you on your swollen lips, letting you taste yourself.

“So fucking good,” he praised, pulling away from the kiss with a trail of saliva attached to your tongues. “Gonna fuck you till you’re full, so take all of me like the good girl you are, okay?”

You could barely nod in response, watching him unzip his pants just enough for him to take out his aching cock. Thrusting deep inside you, Aizawa’s breath was in your ear, groaning at how tight you were, clamping down on him. He loved to see your cute tits bounce as his cock continuously slipped in and out of your cunt, and he couldn’t help himself from sucking one of your nipples. Tangled in ecstasy, both of you continued to make love for hours on end, eventually moving to the bedroom, and despite the many times you came, Aizawa’s pace remained relentless, his sensual torture too much for you to handle now.

“Can’t- I can’t anymore,” your voice came out strained, already seeing stars.

“Yes, you can,” he cooed, kissing your temple. “Just one more. I need one more. I know you can do it.”

Aizawa grasped your hips, thrusting over and over again until he felt his own release building. He pulled you into his arms as you came undone, the rippling spasms of your cunt milking his cock. He thrust into you one last time, and thick ropes of cum filled your womb. He waited a moment before pulling out, then collapsed on the bed next to you, bodies shaking and glistening with sweat. Aizawa rolled on his side to face you, gently smiling as he pushed the strands of hair covering your face.

“Welcome home, my love.”

゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋。゜*゜。゜。+。゜゜。*。゜゜。＋

[melancholymegumi]

melody’s current thoughts..💭

eraserdust ddlg/ddlb :((

warnings; ddlg/ddlb (?), yandere, tomura still doesn't accept the fact that he's under shota , reader was caught masturbating, spanking , idk what else

yes, eraserdust but instead of switch reader why not make reader and tomura a sub? you being the hyperactive one, jumping around and running around, almost always bent over his lap.

Meanwhile, Tomura thinks you're absolutely ridiculous. Of course he's not shocked that you were getting cuddled by Shouta again. After taking 20 spanks for breaking a vase.

Other than that, Tomura doesn't think that Aizawa should have control over him. Who is he to order him around? Why does he babytalk so much? It's annoying. Well, that was until he found out that he needed to get permission to even jerk off.

“And I thought you're supposed to be a good girl this week. Really?” your face went pale. What's he doing at home? Wasn't he supposed to be outside with your daddy? “I- I am! don't tell daddy please..” “Fine, but what's in it for me?”

God, he's gonna have so much fun with you.

“I’ll..give you a blowjob..?” “why would I want an impatient whore on my dick? Seriously, you'd rather have a plushie against your cunt than a dick?” he scoffed out, rolling his eyes and fidgeting with his phone that show your daddy’s number on speedial. “I'll do your chores too! please please please tomura, don't tell daddy?”

“Twenty bucks and I'll get to fuck your ass.” “deal.”

Well, I mean now you're both in trouble at least. He knows you're fucked as soon as the car pulled into the driveway anyways.

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[bakubabes-princess]

~ Kinktober Day 5 - Shouta Aizawa ~

A/N: And we're showing up on day five to remind everyone that we're still hanging on. If you want to find all of the other collaboration pieces that have come out so far check out the masterlist link below. The taglist is open until October 25th so feel free to asked to be tagged in the pieces, but remember age must be in bio or easily found on your blog to be added to the taglist! We'll be headed back to bring you another piece on day 13. 👏

Genre: One-Shot

Kink: Wall Sex

Word Count: 1.3k

TW: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, xfem!Reader, semi-public sex, fingering, dirty talk, daddy kink, pet name (kitten), offensive language (swearing), minors dni

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The Hero Gala was something that Shouta Aizawa absolutely loathed every single year. Getting dressed up and going to spend the evening with the heroes that he had to spend time with every single day whether he was at work or on patrol? Not for him. But this year was just a little bit easier with you by his side. Having someone to help him keep himself from going crazy when everyone wouldn’t leave him alone was the only way he was going to survive the night.

You rest your hand on his chest, feeling his tense nature before he had even spoken a word to you. “Shouta…” His arm wrapped around you instinctively at the sound of his name, pulling you close to his side as heroes surrounded. Everyone had just finished the speeches part of the event so now it was time for them to hit the dance floor. Another thing that Shouta Aizawa was not about. “Don’t worry, my love.” You clutched his suit jacket a little and kissed his cheek. “I won’t make you dance. I know that that’s not something you’re ever happy to do.”

Shouta place his hand over yours and rubbed gently. “It’s not a big deal darling. I can handle it.” He clearled his throat and looked around the room, catching someone in particular coming that he really didn’t want to have to deal with. “Why don’t we go and get a drink or something?”

You noticed the urgency in his voice and acted quickly. “I have a better idea, Shouta.” You took his hand and dragged him, confusion painting his face as you made your way toward the restrooms. “I know how to kill two birds with one stone. I’ve got an idea to make your night go a little easier.”

Once you were in the hallway that led to the restrooms you grabbed the front of his suit jacket, pushing him back against the wall. “There’s no one around here and it looks like the restroom is open.” You placed your hand to the side of his neck and pressed a kiss to it, nipping with your teeth. “So how about we avoid the heroes and calm those nerves of yours at the same time?”

Shouta’s eyes widened and a small smirk tugged at his lips, his eyes darting back to the dance floor and then to the restroom door before he pushed it open with his foot. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. I’ve always known that pretty little head of yours was too smart of it’s own good.”

You squealed a little and led the way in, his hands grasping your hips before the door even finished closing. Shouta pulled you back toward the door, locking it before pushing you up against the wall. His hands wandered every inch of your body, balling the bottom of your dress up as he moved it out of his way. “Sh-Shouta…” You whimpered as you felt his finger slowly moving over your legs, pushing between them in search of a small piece of fabric that seemed to be missing. You nipped at his jawline and gave him a wicked grin. “I’m not wearing any, just for you.”

A growl sounded from deep in his chest as his hand pushed up between your legs, his fingers sliding against your folds. You gasped a little at the sudden pleasure, his fingers now plunging into you. There was a deep rasp on his voice as he let his desire overwhelm him. “Look at you, we haven’t even been in here for a very long and your thighs are dripping. Such a needy girl just for daddy, huh?”

You nodded, unable to make out proper words as his fingers fucked in and out of you, his free hand pulling one leg up so that he could get a better angle. Every little whine that poured from your mouth made his finger move impossibly faster, curling perfectly inside your walls until he just couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling of your pooling slick against his digits made him long more and more for just a little taste of that perfect pussy against his now throbbing cock.

Shouta pulled his fingers away and tugged his pants down his legs, lifting you from the ground with ease and pushing your back against the wall. His fingers slid between your legs one more time as he coated them in your cum, using it to lube himself up as he teased the tip of his cock against your tight hole. “F-fuck, Sho. Please, I n-need it.”

Your pleading made him jump into action, it had always been enough to drive him crazy when you put that lewd little tone in your words. Shouta pushed himself into your core, keeping a slow pace as he used his upper body strength to hoist you up and down over his cock to match the movement of his hips. “So fucking tight… god damn it, angel.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you sunk your teeth into your lip harshly, trying not to give anything away as you heard people talking outside the door. Every rut of his hips made it harder and harder as you bit into your lips more, nearly drawing blood. The euphoria that coursed through you as you realized just how hard it was to keep others from knowing was unlike anything the two of you had ever had. You had never experienced something like this with him before, you had never actually done anything outside of the comfort of your home.

Shouta placed his head in the crook of your neck, shockwaves of pleasure hitting every inch of his figure as he used your skin to muffle his grunting. Your walls were closing around him, he could feel you tightening with every roll of his hips, every drop of your body onto him. Your head dropped back against the wall as he sunk his teeth in your neck, a small shriek of ecstasy leaving you. His voice was deep as he grabbed your chin in his hand. “Uh, uh, better be quiet or we’re gonna get caught before we can finish this up.” He squeezed and placed his lips to yours, his tongue darting into your mouth as you moaned against him. “Now why don’t you do what I know you can and let go on me, darling.”

That was all it took. Your cunt convulsed around him, something about that dark, deep tone in his voice made the floodgates break. You sunk your teeth into your lips harsher than you had before to hold back the string of moans that wanted to break free from you, a slew of curses just barely audible as you came all over his shaft.

Shouta smiled devilishly as he continued to pounded into you, letting you ride out your high for as long as possible before he emptied himself out inside of your walls. You grabbed onto him tightly, watching the bliss on his face as he came down from his own high. Shouta lifted you from him and placed your feet back on the ground, running the back of his hand over his chin. “That’s my good, kitten.”

You leaned into his hand and gave him love drunk eyes, feeling his other hand help you bring you dress back down your legs. You placed a hand on his chest and took his tie in your other, helping him straighten it out. “I-I don’t know if I can go back out there just yet Sho. I can barely stand up.”

He chuckled at you and shook his head. “Well darling, we’ve been holding up the bathroom for far too long. I’ll peek my head out while you do what you need to and make sure no one's around. But we’ve gotta free this thing up.” Shouta stepped toward the door and gripped the handle, smirking before he turned back to you. “Better get moving, my love.”

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[ilyluffy]

𝒩𝒴𝒜 ♡

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: shouta aizawa + tomura shigaraki + touya todoroki + taishiro toyomitsu

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: hybrid au, hybrid!reader, owner!characters, sub!reader, gn!reader except for maybe fatgum’s part, collars, breeding kink, overstimulation, ear/tail pulling, size kink, riding, titty sucking, lactation kink

{jujutsu kaisen edition}

{tokyo revengers edition}

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀

cat hybrids are aizawa’s favourite as you may have suspected. one of the biggest reasons are because they like naps. most of the time he’s able to sleep with his kitty next to him but there are times where his kitten will get needy and want his attention with no warning. normally aizawa treats his hybrid well but when you start irritating him that’s when the collar comes out. “‘m sorry” you meow pathetically after pawing at aizawa in his sleep. too late for apologies. his reaction is to give a sharp tug on your as his alines his cock with your entrance. “you wanted to be bred” he glares. “now be a good kitty abs take it”.

𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈

shigaraki definitely has a soft spot for puppy hybrids. they’re so affectionate and give him that love that he’s been lacking for a long time. shigaraki can’t remember the last time he’s been greeted when he comes home with such enthusiasm or when someone has wanted to snuggle up with him. the only downside is puppy hybrids have a lot of energy and sometimes he has trouble keeping up. “more! more! more!” you howl underneath him, pawing at shigaraki’s chest as he tries to catch his breath. “a-already cum so many times” he heaves. “i don’t think…” he trails off when you give him those desperate puppy dog eyes. “okay… i’ll give you another because you’re such a good doggy”.

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈

dabi will always choose bunny hybrids over anything else. everything about them is perfect but no matter how much he loves them…. dabi can’t help but tease his rabbit a little. sometimes he’ll reach over and tug on his bunny’s long ears or bushy tail just to hear that cute yelp. what he loves even more than teasing us watching his bunny hop. dabi can never get enough of sinking his hybrid down on his fat cock and getting you to bounce on it. “c’mon, know you can do it” he encourages, giving your ass a smack when you whine that he’s too big. “wanna make me happy, don’t ya bunny? then hop for me”.

𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔

if you haven’t guessed… fatgum’s really into cow hybrids. he loves hearing that bell ring when you make the way into the room but on the not so innocent side cow hybrids thick thighs and large breasts never fail to get him going. sometimes fatgum’s calf’s breast will start to hurt when they’re full of milk and he’s quick to offer his hybrid some relief. “that feel better, honey?” fatgum hums, nipple in his mouth as he drinks everything you have to offer. you offer him a moan of approval in return as you sit on his lap, subconsciously grinding into him. “good, know i love your milk”.

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[moony-girl11]

You woke up, needy for Aizawa. Who was still sleeping beside you with his hips pressed tightly against your ass and his hands on the lower parts of your waist and thighs. Although he was still asleep, you couldn't help yourself. You were far too horny to deal with this by yourself. You start slowly grinding your ass against his cock which is tucked away in his sweatpants.

As you do this, you get flashbacks to how he ass fucked you until you were practically brain dead. One of the most amazing feelings in your life. Especially since it was Aizawa.

You manage to turn on your side that's facing him and sliding down carefully, to not wake him up, on the bed until you're face is where his cock is or at least in the general area. You ever so carefully slid Aizawa's massive horse cock out of his pants and start sucking his tip.

This goes on for a while until he wakes up when he cums in your mouth. You swallow his cum happily, unaware he's awake. Until he moves one of his hands to grasp your right tit gently but firm. You let out an involuntarily small moan as he starts to twist your nipple a bit.

Let's just say that you might need Plan B and a wheelchair tomorrow after that night with him.

[matchamiko]

#9 - aizawa - fluffy +18 👉👈 no rush at all and sry if 9 was taken aa

˚₊ ⊹ 9. Bleary morning kisses, even while still half-asleep + Aizawa Shouta

˚₊ ⊹ Warnings: somnophilia (past consent given but dubcon just in case I guess, it’s only for like two paragraphs), oral f - receiving, pro-hero Aizawa, built like a house Aizawa, size kink.

You're a vision to him, always have and always will be. Especially when you're like this, curled up under the white sheets surrounded by numerous soft toys and pillows shaped like petals and flowers and all sorts cute. A shoulder teases him, curved in the sunrise of a grey sky, not quite shining but not quite as dull as predicted, rising and falling with the quiet snores he can hear from your chest. Aizawa is a little saddened to have ever missed sleeping next to you, hearing your heavy breaths and feeling you fold in on yourself in the strange, contortionist way you prefer. He used to be offended that you didn't often cuddle, believing it to be a key factor in a healthy, successful relationship but he found that he's just as, if not more content just to know you're in his bed and snoozing soundly next to him.

You twitch when he sits up, sheet falling to his waist and he feels a little sticky from the hot night, and maybe from not moving much, the welts on his arms and sides a testament to that. Aizawa knows you're a light sleeper during the night, always waking up when he starts to get ready for patrol or when he returns, even dragging your blankets to the living room to doze on the couch while he marks assignments by the light of his laptop. But in the mornings when it's chilly and prickly and oh so fresh; you're harder to wake than the dead.

Aizawa thinks it's cute really, reaching beneath the sheet to untangle your hands from where they're pressed tightly into your chest. He knows it's bad for you, and so do you but it's comfortable and stable for you, like a weight on your chest to help you through the night. He knows it's bad, but he can't help but raise your arm to his nose and inhale the spot on the inside of your wrist, where your scent is the strongest and the muskiest from where it's been enclosed and baking all throughout the night beside your heart. Eyes close blearily, fluttering when his tongue darts out to taste you, the shining trail drying as Aizawa reaches the crook of your elbow. He's barely awake, grunting with the creaks in his back and the stiffness of his neck, chapped lips tracing the greenish veins up over your bicep to your shoulder, that sweet, sweet skin giving way so softly for him.

You sigh in your sleep, adjusting a little but falling against him harder, allowing him to loop your limp arm around his neck so he can dive nose first into your neck. Your hairline is a little damp, and Aizawa stifles a chesty groan when he kisses there, down the giving muscle of your throat. He's sloppy, a little careless of your sleeping form and your arm drops from his neck as he pulls the stretchy fabric of your vest down your sternum,

"Uhhn - " you grumble with a start, eyes opening one at a time and then remaining closed with the feel of a heavy body over yours. It's overwhelming in a way, waking up to your partner looming over your body like a lion consuming his prey, tits out to the chilly air and itchy with the scratch of his stubble. One eye opens. Aizawa stares up at you through the mess of his hair, eyes dark and sleepy, body fluid with yours as you roll on to your back and stretch,

"'m all sticky this morning," you complain with a crackly voice, legs peeling apart grossly. Aizawa huffs against your chest, one hand cupping your breast and the other struggling to behave itself,

"Heh, bet y'are," he hears you grumble in response, reaching out to scratch the top of his head affectionately and Aizawa suddenly decides against delving into your underwear in favour of heaving himself up over you, "Hullo, did you sleep okay? You slept through all night for once, well done,"

You swallow and heat up at his praise, however gruff and somewhat hard it comes out of him. His hair shields you from the rising sun and the sound of people beginning their commute to work and you reach to brush a little dust from his eye, chin jerking upwards with an invitation.

"Mhm," you don't trust your voice much in the mornings, especially when Aizawa is so close to you with sleep in his face and hardness between his legs. He obliges to your request, barely kissing you but it's sweet and it's needed and it's honestly beautiful. Dipping low, arms folding and bulging, head cocking to one side and then the other with every sticky kiss he gives you. His chest presses against yours, hair bristly but soft at your insistence in the showers every night, shoulders practically singing at his movements, and you sigh. You sigh into his mouth with a smile. You sigh when his rough fingers stretch into your underwear, sticky and pearly. You sigh louder when he grunts at the immense effort it takes to move his broad body down between your legs, those singing shoulders mean and bullying the supple skin of your thighs over them. Your sigh turns to a croaky, open mouthed gasp when his tongue parts the folds of your cunt, hot from sleep and boasting a scent that has his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Dipping and licking with little slurps, barely touching you but overwhelming you with the stretch of his tongue and the sweet suction of his lips,

"S'early still," he mumbles, kissing your clit with a lazy smack and looking up at you with an even lazier smile at your reclined and positively angelic form, "M'gonna take my time sweetness,"

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[tired-teacher-blog]

So, Aizawa's neck is extremely sensitive. Yup I called it.

There is a reason why he conveniently keeps it wrapped in his capture weapon most of the time.

Finding out about it was purely coincidental, it was never your intention to brush your fingers along the pale skin when you reached out to tuck a loose strand behind his ear, you couldn't help it either, he looked breathtaking in a simple black tank top and similar colored sweatpants as he emerged after his evening shower.

What was meant to be an innocent gesture, soon turned into something else entirely when his breath suddenly hitched and goosebumps appeared where your fingers had touched.

It was a new and unexpected sight that triggered something within you, and you needed more of the sensation it had evoked..

_ "So even the incredible Mr Aizawa has a weakness like the rest of us huh?" you teased for the nth time as you tightened your grip on his wrists and pressed down on his throbbing bulge before diving in to suck another bright red spot on his once flawless neck, "you've kept it well hidden this far, I'm impressed."

It's no wonder to be frank, he has always been dominant and well guarded even with you, and it is unusual of him to show any sign of vulnerability, which is why you held on to this rare instant with all your might.

_ "Alright that's enough, you've had your fun haven't you?" he huffed in apparent annoyance but did nothing to stop you, and how easy would it have been for him to free himself of your clutches, had he truly wished to.

_ "Just a little more, please." you whined a plea and kissed his delicate skin again, relishing the strangled groans he so desperately sought to muffle.

_ "Whatever.." but his feigned indifference couldn't fool you.

How could it, when his restless hips unveiled his growing impatience for something more?

Divider by : @/saradika

[salimanderwrites]

Ovulating: Aizawa Shouta x Fem!reader

Minors DNI 18+

Cw: ovulation, reader and Aizawa are married, FLUFF, smut, a smidge of angst if you squint, very needy reader, teasing Aizawa, Pet names (honey, baby,) shower foreplay, playful hair pulling, breeding, dacryphilia (kinda cries from h*rniness), unprotected sex, Plan B mention, sexual roles were not intended (let me know if I missed something)

A/N: I would risk it all for that man.

“Shouta,” you call out from your bed. Curled up in enough pain to be a problem, but more pressing was the rabid ache in your lower stomach. Body tightly wound and begging for something only your husband could give.

He was keenly aware of the strain in your voice. Almost falling over himself to check on you.

“Everything alright, honey? Are you not feeling well?” You whimper a bit at his voice and reach out to him. He comes over grasping your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “What’s wrong?”

“Ovulating,” you say. He straightens a little and then chuckles. “Hurts.”

“I believe you,” he says while taking off his jacket and hanging it up. “Let me get showered and changed first.” He grabs some sweatpants and a black shirt before slinking off to the bathroom, giving you a sympathetic glance before disappearing.

You lay there for a moment in disbelief. Your husband should be between your legs right now. Instead, you hear the shower turn on. Every inch of your body was crying for him to fuck you, fill you so completely, and give you a baby. You’d been this way for hours, occasionally getting yourself off when it was too much, but it didn’t change the fact that your body was craving something. There was no way you could go on like this when he was so close.

You get up and follow into the bathroom. Shouta’s back was turned to you and you stripped off your pajamas. Entering the shower stall, Shouta turns toward you. Soft Smile at your scrunched eyebrows and the yearning gleam in your eyes.

“Did you want to get under?” He smirks while making a bit of space.

“You know exactly what I want to get under,” you say while stepping under the hot water. Shouta squeezes out somebody wash onto a washcloth and runs it over your arms and stomach until you let out a sigh. Bordering on a moan.

“I don’t, actually. Why don’t you specify?” You make a disgruntled noise and then close your eyes, enjoying his blissful movements. He finally reached your breasts, takes his time running the cloth over them and smoothing soft circles on the sensitive skin. His other hand cups your left breast and he squeezes your nipple you way that has you arching toward him. “Answer me, baby.” Skin pressed to each other and staring deep into his eyes.

“I need to be under you.” You guide the hand with the washcloth down to your hip. “I need your hands all over me.” He runs it along your hip dips, over the skin of your ass. “And most of all, I need your cock inside me. I really, really need your cum.” He kisses you then. As much as he tried to tease, you were always going to be his downfall.

His tongue clashing with yours and his fingers trailing across your skin, leaving fire in its wake.

“Since you’re so needy, I guess I should take care of my lovely wife.” He kisses your neck, trailing down. “Most beautiful woman walking this earth. Incredibly smart. every day, I’m so grateful you chose me.” You cry out when he nips your shoulder. Lifting his head and kissing him. Pressing into him the words you would say under normal circumstances.

Shouta pulls away, leans his forehead against yours. He smiles again, fondly and full of wonder.

“Future mother of my children.”

His words shoot through you straight to your aching pussy. You want it, want him so, so bad. It leaks from your eyes.

“If you don’t turn off this damn shower and put a baby in me, I’m going to scream.”

Shouta twists the knob and turns off the water. He grabs the towel and wraps it around your body, warm and flushed from his teasing. Your tears lie sticky on your face. He notices and wipes your cheeks.

“Oh, baby. No, no, don’t cry. Please, I’ll give you what you want.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just so… frustrated. All day, I’m a mess and I just really need you.” He pulls you close and shushes you.

“You have me.” He kisses you again, slower yet more urgent. More intent. The ground was slippery, so he makes sure to keep you steady against him. You grab his hand and press it to your breast, keeping it there. He kisses down your chest and latches onto the other one. You moan and find more tears falling in relief.

“Honey, more. Please.” Your breathing becomes labored, but Shouta’s got you. He always does.

You lead him back to the bedroom by the hand. Dropping your towel and turning to him. He presses one last gentle kiss before you practically shove him onto the mattress. You climb on top of him and kiss him, grinding against his cock. Sitting up to get better friction, you watch your husband’s blissed out face. His hands coming to grip your hips while still giving you full control. You feel your slick meeting his precum, mixing and clinging to your inner thighs. You move just right and your clit ignites through your lower stomach deliciously. Falling back onto Shouta’s chest, you moan against him.

“So good. I love you so much. Only you can make me feel like this.”

At your words, he grabs you again and turns you, so that you’re pinned to the bed.

“God, I need to be inside of you.” He moves down your body, kissing your stomach until he reaches your pubic bone.

“Honey, trust me, I’m so wet. Please, just fuck me.”

Although he’d prefer to eat you out first, he can hear the keen in your voice. There was nothing he wanted to do except help ease your pain. He brought two fingers to your pussy and checked to make sure he wouldn’t hurt you.

It’s only after the squelching fills the room that he brings his cock to your entrance and pushes inside.

Both of you moan at the feeling. Him slipping into your heat and you feeling the stretch. His thrusts start slowly grinding into your clit, building up your pleasure into steady waves. Clinging to his shoulders, you watch him shudder and feel him twitch inside you.

“How’s that feel, Darling? From the way you’re clenching, I’d say it’s pretty good.”

You nod and moan at the pleasure. He watches the way your body moves, taking in your curves and the movements of your ribs.  Everything about you was perfect. He was so lucky to be the one you take inside of you. Lucky you said yes to your first date and ‘I do’ on your wedding day. You squirm and clutch at him, give little kisses to his chest, and he knows he’ll be so lucky to have you mother his child.

“That eager, huh? If you want a baby this bad, I’ll give you one.” He speeds up. All you could think of was him and the pleasure he was giving you. Not a single coherent thought could be formed. Only the desire for him and staying in this moment forever.

“I want it. Please cum inside.”

“I know — I know you need it.”

He’s close. How could he not be with you looking like that and practically begging for him? But he wasn’t much better.

His rhythm grows erratic. He shakes his head and focuses on you, giving you pleasure, getting you off. Leaning back, he thumbs your clit and feels you wind up. He gently pushes you off the edge and feels you clench and released so intensely that he has no choice but to cum inside you. Your legs snap up and wrap around him, pulling him down, so your arms can cage him to you. You both stay like that until the pleasure fades into peace and you both bump noses in that way that action replaces words that don’t exist for this…

You sigh and release him, so he can lie down beside you and observe you and your body. However, you knew your husband and raise an eyebrow when he smirks once again. He leans down your body and shoves the cum dripping down back where it belongs. He kisses your knee and leans his head against it and faces you.

“Looks like you’re feeling better.”

“Thank fuck,” you say, coming out of your foggy horny state. Did you really cry? Nevermind, at least it was over and now the world was back in focus. Luckily, Shouta was amazing and didn’t have the slightest inclination to judge you for whatever state he finds you in. You love him for everything. Even his teasing. But, it wasn’t fair if you didn’t do it back just a little. It was your turn to smirk.

“And thank you for the fuck. Even though you made me wait. Guess I should teach you how it feels.” Sitting up, you tilt your head and focus in on him. “You want a kid? You’ll need to work for it.”

Once again, you push Shouta onto the mattress, joining him when he bursts out laughing.

“Thought I did enough work?” He says, his arm behind his head and eyes still soft, though his cock told a different story.

“Hmm. Nope.” You kiss down his body, grabbing and massaging his stomach and thighs. He combs his fingers against your scalp.

“Do your worst, baby. I’ll still get you Plan B in the morning.”

“You’re so incredibly sexy.”

[traeysl]

top! stoner aizawa + m! skater reader

a/n - faded while i wrote this so it’s prolly ass , but enjoy , flithy sluts . otherwise reqs open send em maneee <3

warnings . age gap ( 40 - 19 ) , drug use , marijuana use , unprotected sex , intoxicated sex , breeding k. , petnames , standing nelson position , dumbification , dubcon , implied voyeurism , weed virgin reader , reader cheats on bf , amab!reader , ass is called 'pussy' a few times , aizawa’s horse cock , pussy pounding .

you caught a glimpse from across the concrete . baggy shirt that hugged his secretly broad shoulders at the top , jeans definitely a size too big for his waist , and the gruff , stoic expression that complimented his aesthetic .

that was all it took to have your chest swelling .

the finely aged man was not your partner– and yet he sent waves of lust brewed with anxious nerves straight to the tent in your sweats .

you gaze motionless for a few more moments , frozen in time . a warm laugh , short , and charming in tone pulls you back to reality .

your beloved todoroki shoto ; current boyfriend and dick hook-up . chatting up a trio of skaters with a hint of suggestion on his lips .

your head hesitantly flows to meet the eyes of the mystery man you eye-fucked earlier . you couldn’t tell if it was the brutal heat making you hallucinate , or he was actually walking towards you . either way you mirrored his actions , drifting closer his direction .

“ i know teens have a habit of being stupid , but don’t just stand in the middle of everything . idiot . ” he half scoffed , half traced your dick-print with his pupils .

“ thanks for the concern , douche . but i’m fine . do you even know what the fuck you’re doing , old man ? ”

old man ? does he know what he’s doing ? who did you think you were addressing with that attitude . certainly not him right ?

“ come with me and i’ll teach you everything i know . the real question is , pretty boy . can you handle it ? ”

your soft , plump lips quivered in response – which aizawa translated as a yes . he knew how badly you craved the paralyzing chill of feeling full , stuffed and bred so deep your brain converts to mush . but he couldn’t front his desire so carelessly , he was calculated and patient yet you brought something much more primal to his surface .

that’s how you ended up with a rolling tray between your legs , while aizawa gently guided your fingers around the blunt . yes , he was going to be an ass and let you take puffs from a blunt your first time smoking .

” so , you’ve never smoked before ? ” he repeated slowly , as if you had just commit the most heinous crime imaginable .

the skin on your cheeks danced between a variety of shades , guilty flashes of embarrassment trail heat up your neck .

“ no , shouta , i haven’t . at least give me credit for wanting to– i’ve just never got around to it . ” you pleaded , resting the back of your head over his shoulders so your eyes could lull at his dark ones .

the surrounding area smells faintly sweet , knit with a hint of sour body musk amongst the overbearing reek of weed– it swallowed your lungs whole ; flourishing what felt like new life through every inch of pink flesh .

once you finish rolling , shouta nestles the tip between your lips and instructs you to take a few puffs while he holds the opposite end to his lighter .

you watch the flame gracefully eat away at the blunt roll , the aftermath erupting into a shade of firey orange laced with ashy grey .

the drugs bleed through your system , traveling through your lungs , coaxing a tingling sensation from your veins . your brain is heavy and numb , blanketed by a relaxing state of stupidity .

smoke begins pouring from behind your teeth . a large cloud slipping from your lips and flowing through aizawa’s , who catches the smoke and mimics your puff .

” how’d that feel , baby ? ” his eyes scanned over your face , twisted with shock , sweat rolling down your temple and dampening your skin . which , without fail tugged a shit-eating grin from the corner of the shouta’s mouth .

your body language spoke for it’s self , minuets of deafening silence clashed with heavy breathing . in an flirtatious attempt to break the silence , aizawa makes his advance .

and when you feel his grit palms smooth over your hips carefully– the aftershock from his cold flesh causes you to gasp .

chasing the opening he created , he once again seizes the opportunity .

pouncing over you without hesitation , tearing away your garments one piece at a time .

he squeezes your hand in an unspoken declaration of love and in moments you’re left droopy-eyed , folded in half , bent and breathless – ankles pushed up past your ears with your back arched blissfully against aizawa’s equally as bare chest .

” p- please i’ll be good , promise ! put it in , sho~ ” the way you speak his name while helplessly clinging to his wide shoulders . shivering , pleasure already coiling inside your stomach .

he snakes his large forearms under your knees , coming to an upright position on his feet while his hands clasp over either side of your head .

a few messy , wet kisses are placed down the crook of your neck before your sloppy hole absorbs his first thrust .

plap. his girth takes you by surprise , gummy walls immediately constricting in retaliation to his monster cock .

it’s like your hips grow a mind of their own , bouncing and bucking back against his . every rut from his pelvis fits the curve of your ass just right , sending drool twitching down your chin . jaw left slack , eyes sinking back into your skull .

plap. plap. plap.

you feel your ass stretch tremendously , accompanied by a lingering burn around your rim . in order for your hole to be able to swallow his thick cock , your insides mold around his shaft and leave an imprint of him on your walls .

he quickly finds rhythm in snapping his hips roughly , catching you by surprise . reveling in the way your eyes widen after he pulls you down to his hilt . he’s fucked you stupid– patiently sliding in and out of you while you babble and struggle to remain bouncing on his dick .

that is until your hips give out under you , breaking down from fatigue and gory bruising .

“ stretching you so good you can hardly think , hm ? you like being helpless . dumb ? ” he rolls his hips up after every other word , kissing and sucking on your neck to sweeten the deal .

when you can’t muster up a reply , he only fucks up into you even more vigorously than before .

“ come on , say it baby . you want me to make you a mommy . no condom , im already fucking your brains out– ” shouta grunts , balls deep . you’re reduced to nothing but a sniffling , whiney mess underneath him .

“ cum . . ah! please i-in me ! fuck , zawa~ ” loose strands of his lengthy , dark hair brush against your cheek ; masking the bottomed-out look you have on your face .

shouta creases his brows , letting out a breath he didn’t know was was in him . by now his balls continued to grow heavier by the second , threatening to spill their contents and paint your insides white .

which , to be real , is really what you wanted anyways .

” sweet ( y/n ) , take my kids . f-fuck ! ah.. shit !! gonna fill this cunt . ” he whispered your name like a mantra while he drained his cum in your ass .

he kept a brutal pace as he fucked you through your chemically infused orgasm . all you could do was hope he understood the plea your eyebrows acted out . irises drowning in hot tears while your silent mouth lay agape– tongue lifeless from overstimulation . you looked as though you could be pronounced brain dead .

making sure not a drop went to waste he proceeded to fuck his creamy load right back into your puffy hole . slimy cum trailing down his ballsack , all to ensure his seed reached the deepest parts of you .

with quick thinking from aizawa and the miracle that is modern technology . you didn’t have to explain a single thing to your bratty boyfriend either .

a slutty creampie picture would resolve more than your words ever could , right ?

© traeysl , do not plagiarize or repost .

[eggtartz]

✧ 3rd October ✧

Eraserhead // Lazy (f! teacher reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : stressed aizawa, deepthroat, blowjobs, cum eating

these days at UA were especially stressful for the ground hero, eraserhead. not only his class getting into a direct attack with the villains, now they also needed to be held in dorms to ensure their safety after a second attack from the league of villains during their camp with pro heros, wild, wild pussycats.

then theres the whole deal of internships after the school festival and now the tired hero slash teacher classroom is going through dozens of applications of offers for his students, each must be reviewed carefully for the sake of the students quirks growth.

aizawa sighed as he slumped on the chair, putting away his scarf. his two students in particular has been fighting, after curfew and at a restricted area while using quirks. the both had amazing powers but horrendous dynamic that he frustratedly choked both of them in his binding scarf earlier. you were napping as the light from the computer screen turned on again. "hm? Is eraserhead still working on his shift?" you asked groggily, slowly sitting up to gaze at him, his long hair tied in a bun. "sorry, had to take care of the brats again. go back to sleep, i'll be there" he said without looking at you. you pouted as you silently hugged him from behind all the while rubbing his shoulders. "you haven't had a decent sleep after USJ, you realize right?" you gently said as he lightly sighed "it wasn't your fault" you said again, much softer this time as he hugged you back, tugging your forearm "im tired, so tired" he said under his breath that if you weren't behind him, you wouldn't have caught it. "i know, shouta, let me help you take some rest" you kissed the side of his head.

"really? thanks, you really know how to help me all the time" he smiled gingerly and kissed your temple. you pushed his chair slightly back as you went on your knees, unzipping his pants while he's slowly going through applications again. his boxers were strained as you fished out his half hard cock, kissing the tip that made him hiss. "haven't done this in what? three weeks?" he glanced down to you "mmh, more than a month I think" you said, giving slow and soft licks to the cockhead, warming it up as aizawa grunted in relief. your two hands are on his shaft as you lubricated it with your drool, licking and kissing it. aizawa's hand gripped the mouse he's using as his muscles got tense, until he felt a hand on his stomach "relax, shouta. let me do deal with everything" you said, swirling his cock in your mouth before slowly going down with it.

aizawa took a hair band on the desk and tied your hair in a ponytail, holding the ponytail upwards as you bobbed your head slowly, doing it repeatedly while licking his hard cock "you're.. really good. like always" aizawa frowned as he felt you humming, his cock nearing your throat. he can practically feel his sensitive dick at the edge of your tight throat but he held himself back, although it was growing difficult with how stubborn you are.

rubbing his slick cock, your lips went to find his balls and licked them. you fondled them gently as aizawa muttered curses under his breath. his balls was getting wet over how much saliva dn precum smeared on it as you gazed up to him "shouta? do you like it?" you purred, teasing his cockhead with your nails. "y-yeah.. it's really good. you give.. amazing blowjobs.." he panted as you took him inside your mouth again, this time hollowing your cheeks as you relaxed your throat and gagging on him. your nails buried on his thighs as you gurgled on his cock, enjoying the delicious girth stretching your throat and milking him dry.

aizawa in the meanwhile is moaning in pleasure, frantic hands trying not to shove you deeper to blow his aching cock. his hands rested on your jaw as he looked up to the ceiling, his Adam's apple bobbing with every saliva he's swallowing as he tried not to be too noisy. sweat started to drip on his forehead as you gagged on his cock, sounds of your whining and constant gurgles making aizawa at the edge. "h-hell.. I think I'm close.. mm, where do I cum darling?" he asked although you were adamant on keeping his cock in your throat.

you took out his dick and tapped the precum on your tongue, looking up to him "shoot it inside my throat.. please.. want your cum" you softly moaned, your hands going up and down his foreskin as he gripped your jaw again "you want help me, right?" he asked, getting a nod

aizawa smirked as he pushed his cock in your mouth again, two hands on the back of your head as he bullied himself inside you. you gurgled and gagged, eyes closed and hands are on your thighs as he used your throat like a fleshlight. he stood up from his chair and dragged you further from the desk, smearing precum on your face and bent down to kiss "look at that, such a pretty face" he cooed as he plunged himself right back in, forcing you to breath with your nose as you relaxed your throat. his cock was getting bigger (if possible) as he deepthroated you, his thrusts getting frantic as he chased his orgasm

"here it comes.. my fucking load!" he grunted, pushing his cum deep inside, choking your throat slightly as he felt his cum getting swallowed. when he pulled out, you opened your mouth as aizawa see it's already clean, smiling satisfyingly.

"that's a good girl. wanna go for another one?"