An 0309 drabble for an anon ask I got a bit ago :) Thank you for being patient, I really enjoyed writing this!! It's actually a little moment I've wanted to write since I started Milgram fic, but never got around to it. (I mention his injured eye, but don't actually describe anything)
“Stop moving around so much.”
“Don’t tell me what to do.”
“I mean it. You’ll make things worse.”
Mikoto watched as the intensity in Fuuta’s gaze flickered between fire and fear.
He had a doctor’s kit laid out on his lap. Recently, Shidou had his hands full with Mahiru’s treatments and having intense conversations with Haruka, so Mikoto wanted to give him a break. With none of the injuries actually healing as they should, the prisoners were caught in an endless loop of changing bandages and checking for complications.
Shidou was grateful for the help. Many of the others tolerated Fuuta in the same way they spent only the necessary time around Mikoto. They smiled and placated him, acting like he’d gone mad all of the sudden. Whatever was making the others avoid the two of them, it drew the pair together. Mikoto was finding he enjoyed Fuuta’s company. Something about him was rather… charming.
“Me? You’re the asshole that will make things worse. You’re no doctor! Fuck you.”
Eh, maybe he had gone mad.
He took comfort, at least, in the knowledge that Fuuta was growing more comfortable with him. He sure had a special way of showing it, but Mikoto didn’t brag about being a people-person for nothing – he picked up on the way Fuuta sought him out during the day, pretending to be involved in his own activities. The way he struck up a conversation, then acted as if it had been Mikoto’s idea to come over and bother him.
Therefore it was exciting, though not surprising, when Fuuta allowed Mikoto to help treat his injuries. They had only done it a few times, but today brought a whole new challenge.
“I’m not performing surgery or anything. Shidou said it just needs some basic disinfecting.” He flashed his usual grin. “I have a steady hand – I’m a photographer, you know.”
Aside from Shidou, Fuuta hadn’t allowed a single person to look under his eyepatch.
He remained unamused by Mikoto’s smile. For better or worse, he could always tell when it was forced. “It’s not like I have any proof of that. You could be awful at it, for all I know.”
“First chance I get, I’ll request a camera and prove it. Want me to take a picture of you first?”
“If you haven’t already messed up my face…” Fuuta’s focus was glued to the hand carefully reaching towards him.
Mikoto pouted his lips. “Shidou trusted me enough with this. And you must have, because you agreed earlier. So If it’s not about me… You’re not scared, are you?”
There were some things that Fuuta didn’t stop to see through. He sputtered in surprise. “Hell no!” He lifted his chin, finally taking his attention off Mikoto’s hands. He stared defiantly. “I can take it.”
Mikoto felt a bit guilty for resorting to foul play. But not that guilty. “Good. Now hold still...”
He got right to it. One hand held ginger hair out of the way, while the other pinched the corner of the eyepatch. Fuuta’s good eye darted nervously around the room, avoiding the other's close-leaning face. Mikoto peeled it away swiftly, gently
As a horror movie buff, the injury didn’t faze him in the slightest. As someone who’d grown close to Fuuta recently, he felt a wave of anguish at the sight.
Fuuta squirmed. “It’s nasty, isn’t it…”
Mikoto reached down for some supplies. He considered mustering up a smile and saying there was no need to worry so much, but it would have been pointless. Times like these, it was kind of a relief when someone else could see right through him for a change.
“It looks like it hurts.”
“Tch, I don’t need any pity from you.”
“I was going to say, you hide it well. You’re tougher than the warden gives you credit for.”
His cheeks flushed red. “I – I don’t need any flattery from you either!”
“Don’t need anything from anybody, huh?”
Before he could come up with a retort, he hissed through his teeth in pain.
“Ah, sorry.” Mikoto immediately retracted his hand from where it had been dabbing alcohol onto the injury.
Steeling his expression, he muttered, “it’s fine.”
Mikoto tried again. He made sure to move with even more steadiness, his face drawn up in concentration. He saw Fuuta’s features flinch when he touched him, but he stayed still. The two were silent, now, as Mikoto worked. Leaning his face so close made the short task feel much longer. The reddening in his cheeks didn't subside.
He expected Fuuta to snatch the fresh eyepatch away the moment he unwrapped it – he was shocked that Fuuta let him adjust it into place without a word.
“Alright. You’re all set.” He started packing up the kit.
“Listen, don’t tell the others. About my eye.”
Mikoto squinted. He gestured to the right side of his face. “I hate to break it to you, but the big patch kinda gives you away.”
“You idiot! I just mean, don’t tell them what it looks like.” He pulled his hood down over his hair. “I don’t need everyone trying to steal a look at it like I’m some sort of freakshow.”
“Hey, of course.” Mikoto gave him a smile, the kind they both knew was genuine. “I’ve got you.”
Fuuta nodded. He turned his face away, his fingers lingering over where Mikoto’s had just been. “... And… thanks.”
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omgggg aizawa and "you are doing so well"
🐈
ughhhhh nonnieeee
hitting me right where it hurts with aizawa + praise. 😮💨 gonna go with “reader who’s still not used to his (huge) dick” trope.
“i ca-can’t sho, ‘s too b-big,” you say with a hiccup. heat flamed your cheeks hearing how pathetic you sounded in your own head.
you’d thought when you met shota that - because you’d had sex plenty of times before - you wouldn’t be too phased after seeing his size, but your clenching pussy told another story. his thick cock was a bit over halfway in your cunt, his length already feeling like the first two thirds you had was too much even though he was gently pushing deeper.
“shhh, it’s okay. you can do it, baby,” shota said as he pulled back and slowly fucked you.
you whimpered at the sound of his voice, fingers digging into his shoulders as your poor cunt tried to accommodate him. shota kissed you as you fucked partially in an attempt to distract you from how full you felt. slowly but surely, he pushed deeper still as his thumb rubbed gentle circles into your clit until he eventually bottomed out.
“‘m so f-full,” you whined.
“i know, it’s a lot, huh?” he replied. “you ready?”
you nodded dumbly.
“that’s my girl,” shota cooed, giving you a kiss on the nose.
his hips pulled back and thrust into you fully for the first time, and your eyes went wide. even in the dim light, you could see his grin. shota thrust again, a gasp on your lips before he set an easy pace, pulling a high pitched whine from your lips.
“oh shit, fuck-”
your buried your face in your hands and bit your cheek, wishing you could hide the fact that you were already a mess as his hips smacked into yours. you hadn’t known that getting fucked by a dick like his could feel so overwhelming and so good.
“aww, don’t be shy, baby,” he said. “let me see that pretty face.”
a shudder ripped down your spine as your cunt fluttered and squeezed him, another stifled moan on your lips. you took a chance and tentatively met his gaze. a heavy moan left your chest when you were rewarded with shota fucking you harder and faster as your mind fell into an empty haze, pleasure washing through your body as he did.
“there she is. you’re doing so well,” shota said, leaning down to give you a kiss.
@dcsiremc eat up
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