#shota aizawa smut

[keigos-wings]

aizawa is too pretty to eat pussy. the sight ALONE would kill you.

just making eye contact with him while he hikes your legs over his shoulders would have you six feet under.

he’d eat you out like a man starved, and he’d do it all while looking up at you through thick eyelashes; ripping orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re so sensitive it hurts. he’d take pity on you for a moment; untangling himself from your limbs, letting you believe you’ve earned a rest.

but he is an evil, evil man.

he’d slip two fingers into your cunt, chuckling darkly to himself all the while, and he’d pump them mercilessly.

that man wouldn’t stop until you’re crying and begging for mercy.

god, just the THOUGHT of it is enough to send you to the grave.

[sugurusbabygirl]

their favorite position

characters aged up obvi

Dabi:

Spooning

Sure, he's got commitment issues, but that isn't why it's his favorite. He's usually too tired to have any fun with you by the time he comes home, so the only time he really has with you is in the mornings. Waking up with you in his arms is the best way to start his day. Well....second best, only to rocking his hips into yours while he gently kisses the back of your neck. Clinging onto your hips with a sleepy yet firm grip, his soft panting tickling the shell of your ear.

"Mmm, had a dream about you. S'technically your fault I woke up so hard." "Gonna give me something to think about while I'm gone?" "F-fuck, how're you so tight in the mornings?"

Izuki:

Cowgirl

A step above missionary in his book. He loves the intimacy of being able to press his forehead to yours and watch every twist and twitch of your pretty little face. But having you on top is truly something else. He's smiling like an idiot, watching you try to bounce through the ache in your tired muscles. When you slow down, or show any signs of exhaustion, he'll grab your hips and do all the work for you.

"I got you, baby, just-ngh-just keep your eyes on me, okay?" "So good....feels so.....oh my god." "Hey, open those pretty eyes, c'mon. That's it, so good for me."

Katsuki:

Doggy

Mans got rage issues. After a long hard day of work, he's bound to need to take it out (consensually) on someone. And that someone always ends up being you, bent over the kitchen counter, bathroom sink, mattress, doesn't matter to him. He grips your hair in one hand with the other clinging tightly to your breast, pounding into you until you're reduced to pathetic cries and choked whimpers.

"No, no, sweetheart, you're gonna stay right there 'till I'm done with you." "Y'wanted to help me relax, right? Be a good girl and take it, then." "Shit, feels good, right? Knew you liked it like this-ah fuck!"

Keigo:

Missionary

....but with your legs bent over his shoulders. Eye contact is everything to him, so you better keep them open. He takes it nice and slow, savoring the look on your face, your soft moans, your scratches on his back. He's teasing you, knowing you want him to go faster. But your pleas fall on deaf ears, getting nothing but a sly smile and a hand snaking down between you two to rub tiny circles on your clit.

"See, I knew you could be louder, baby girl." "Feels so good, takin' me this deep, holy shit." "Ngh-fuck, shh, shh, you can take it, baby c'mon."

Aizawa:

Ballet Dancer

Otherwise known as 'fucking you against the wall the minute he gets home'. He doesn't even take a second to take his hero suit off completely. Your face is the first thing he wants to see when he comes home.....and your tight cunt squeezing around him is the first thing he wants to feel. It's fast and rough, don't misunderstand, but his hands caressing your cheeks, getting tangled in your hair, soft kisses pressed to your neck.....makes it feel almost romantic.

"Missed you so much today, love. Couldn't get you off my mind." "Aw, your legs are tired? Poor baby, I'll help you. Better? Good, hold on tighter, love." "Fuck.....c'mon you know you can scratch harder than that. Ah! Yeah....keep going...."

masterlist <3

[slutfactory]

: ̗̀➛ shouta aizawa thirst !

[cw// m!reader, heavily implied erasermic, adultery, slutty aizawa.]

alright, so aizawa being a cheating bastard—going from spur of the moment, to when/wherever possible.

it wasn't aizawa's intention at first, but after having sex with you for the first time, he felt.. dissatisfied with his husband's performance. now, it wasn't that hizashi was bad in bed, it was just that he was too vanilla for shouta's (newfound) tastes. after experiencing being fucked like a cheap whore, he found himself wanting more.

hizashi, who had no knowledge of this, asked if you could come over to fix the washing machine while he went out to do god knows what, and that shouta would let you in.

you of course fixed the appliance with relative ease, but before you left, you had to claim your payment for your services. aizawa was so quick to submit to your advances, it was almost enough to make you feel bad for his husband. almost.

effortlessly bending the pro hero over the newly fixed washing machine and making him beg and cry for you to breed him like the cheating slut he was,, it felt quite nice. even more so, to just leave him a cum filled mess against the washer as you took your money and left.

shouta made sure to dispose of all the evidence of your encounter before hizashi returned home. hizashi, the poor bastard, was of course still oblivious, but he did find it strange that aizawa's legs were trembling slightly.

[outlawyunho]

Pretty - Shota Aizawa

word count - 3K synopsis - shota aizawa would do anything for you, even if it meant going past his comfort zone. warnings - she/her reader, drunk! reader, aizawa is the king of consent lets be real, coercion, reader is a horny mess but so is aizawa, aizawa is S-O-F-T for reader lemme tell you, some kissing, grinding, heavy petting (maybe?), dub-con if you squint, idk this was entirely self indulgent im not gonna lie to you minors do not interact

It's not like this was the first time he'd seen you utterly shit-faced. No, not in the slightest. He's known you for years, since high school when he was just a floppy haired emo boy and you were a goddess that decided three dorks were her best friends. He's seen you drunk countless times over the years, thanks to Mic and his ability to make you forget you are a grown up. A Pro-Hero at that. But you were too persuaded by your friends' efforts to have a good time. Shot after shot after shot- Aizawa lost count after the fifth double shot that you pounded back, giggling with Mic as Aizawa watched you wipe the liquor that was trailing down your chin.  He should have known right then he was in for a hell of a night.

"Okay, just..shit.. okay.." He's struggling, he really is, between your limp body held to his chest by his strong arm that's wrapped around your waist and the effort it took to get you here, in his apartment, he's more than happy to tuck you to sleep in his bed and call it a night on the couch. Expect you're not only drunk, you're high. High off some dank smelling stuff Midnight pulled out of her purse while you were all waiting for the cab. Aizawa loves his friends but sometimes he loathes them so completely it drives him mad. Face pinched tight, the tips of his ears blushed a deep crimson. That's how he looked standing beside you outside the bar as you swayed and laughed as you hit the thick blunt Mic passed you. 

He drops you as carefully as he can onto his large couch, winded and tired as he tosses his keys on the coffee table and loosens his tie. You lay there giggling to yourself as you stare up at him, your eyes redder than his at this point. His hair is tucked back in a loose attempt at a half up bun, the strands that normally lay over his eyes tucked neatly behind his ears, and his face is clean shaven and flushed from lugging your nearly limp body up the stairs.

"You're so pretty." You coo and fuck if it doesn't make his stomach flip- but you're drunk. Completely wasted in fact and he knew it when you had told Mic before the two of you had left that you thought he was an amazing singer. Aizawa knows for a fact that's a lie. 

"Yeah, yeah. You're so fucking gone. How does your body even handle that much alcohol?" His voice is gruff but there's a fondness in it. Because of course there is. He loves you. Has loved you since said emo days. It's never stopped, never ceased in the slightest. Why else would he deal with your excessively drunk ass? 

You stretch, either completely ignoring or just not hearing his words, stretch nice and big with your arms thrown over you head and your back arched sharply. A hollow moan rumbles out of your mouth and through his apartment and his eyes flicker to the velvet skirt of your dress that has fallen so dangerously close to exposing you. Aizawa looks at the ceiling, jaw clenching, fist balled up in the pockets of his black slacks. 

"So pretty.." Your voice is far off, a gentle murmur to yourself as you keep staring at him like he put the stars in the night sky. 

"Don't be ridiculous." He says about your comment because.. yeah, you're definitely beyond drunk right now. "You need to sleep this off, gonna feel like shit tomorrow."

It's like you dont even fucking hear him. 

"Mm, but I mean it. Think about you so much." You smooth your bare foot down his slack covered thigh, your mouth parted and pretty as you say, "So pretty and kind and strong, drive me crazy, Sho." 

Aizawa can't fucking breathe. Heart pounding in his chest as he looks down at the sight of you, looking so fucked out but he hasn't even touched you. No, this was all your own doing. 

No. This was the alcohol. The weed. You didn't mean it, you were just fucked up. 

"Angel." His voice is a warning and fuck if he can't see the way it makes your whole body shiver. Oh, this isn't good. "You are way too drunk and I am way too sober to have this conversation right now."

"I'm not that drunk!" Expect it's all slurred words and mashed teeth and if you weren't looking at him like you might consume his soul he might have laughed at that. "Don't you want me, Shota?" 

God, his face is burning, dick twitching in his slacks and it washes deep shame through his body. He feels like he's fucking short circuiting, his resolve wobbling like your bottom lip as you look up at him with your most appealing doe eyes. 

"How about, uh, I.. I make you something to eat and then you can sleep this off?" His voice is held together by a wavering thread, words filling his dry mouth as fast as he can form them. He can't do this right now. He needs you to carry your ass to sleep so he can go take care of the massive problem you've brought to life in his pants. 

You sit up, teetering only slightly as you lean you head against the back of the couch and groan, rubbing your thighs together and fuck, Aizawa is doing everything he can to not think about that. You're so….needy. 

"I don't wanna eat, I want you." You peer up at him, and he knows what you're about to do before you even do it. What's worse? He knows he's gonna fucking fall for it. Like he always does. "I guess you don't want me though.." 

Your voice is pathetic, breathy and wounded, and your face is so downtrodden, that frown so deep it sends a pain through Aizawa's heart like a dagger. 

He sits on the couch quickly, locking his gaze on your watery eyes. Fuck, you were actually crying about this. Aizawa wants to die when his dick twitches at the sight of a lone tear tracking down the pretty apple of your cheek. You do things to him, things that no one else is able to do and the worst part is you don't even have to try.

"I didn't say I didn't want you." He says cautiously, thumb wiping the tears away as you turn to him with that fucking pout that never fails to work on him. 

You lean into the warmth of his hand, your own fingers coming to wrap tight around his wrist to keep him there. 

"But.. you keep saying no." You pout and he wants to kiss it off your face. 

"No. I'm saying you're drunk and I'm not gonna take advantage of my best friend because she's drunk. That's not me." His voice is stern. Resolute. But then your mouth parts and the tip of your pretty pink tongue swipes over the tip of his thumb and he almost loses his shit right then and there. 

"You're not taking advantage of me if I want it." You say so coyly and Aizawa snatches his hand back, points an accusing finger at your wicked smiling face. 

"You can't want it if you're drunk, Angel. Stop fighting me on it. The answer is no." He's steady and authoritative on the outside but on the inside his heart is pounding, cock aching within its confines. All Aizawa can really think is "What the fuck is going on?" He'd never seen you act like this before. 

"Okay." You sigh sadly, voice small. You seem to curl in on yourself as you sit next to him but then your head pops up and the hair on the back of his neck stands on end when you press him with the most innocent look. If he didn't know you, he might have fallen for it, but he does know you. Knows that you're a manipulative little shit when you wanted to be, especially when it's to get him to do something he doesn't wanna do. 

"What about.." You start and he's about to cut you off before you can even say whatever ridiculous shit you've managed to think of in the messy state you're in, but he's not quick enough. "Just one little kiss, please Shota?" 

"No, absolutely not." But his stomach does this stupid little flip just at the thought and he can't not look down at your lips. You catch him, eyes glinting as you scoot a little closer. You may be a Pro-Hero but you are a fucking evil women. Sinful in a way that Aizawa isn't sure he can stay away from, no matter his moral compass. 

"Just one itty bitty kiss and I'll go to bed like a good girl, I promise, Sho." You look so good saying it, and sound even better. But Shota Aizawa is not a fool and Shota Aizawa has known you far too long to let something so hormonal ruin one of his most treasured friendships, even if he did want you so badly it was tearing him up inside. 

You shuffle closer, right hand coming down softly on his thigh and his whole body freezes. His eyes slant as he looks over to you. 

"I said-" 

"You won't be doing anything wrong, Shota. I know you'd never take advantage of me." You lean in, ghost you breath across his neck and Aizawa seriously can't fucking breathe. "You're the best friend a girl could ask for, Sho, I know you'd never hurt me " 

Your voice is honey dipped venom and Aizawa's chest seizes when your thumb starts stroking a soft line up and down his thigh. 

No, no, no, no, no. Fuccckk.

Your lips look so soft, bitten and shiny with your spit and so close. He imagines you taste like whiskey and cherries and the spearmint chapstick you made him put in his pocket so you didn't lose it. 

"I…I.." 

"I promise I'll be so good, just for you." 

"Only one." He says and….wait what the fuck did he say? His brain has betrayed him, or maybe it was his dick, doesn't matter when there isn't anytime to process what the fuck he's just agreed to. 

You're pressing your lips to his as his mind flounders, your nails digging into the meat of his thigh as you taste him for the first time after all these years. 

You moan so loud and lewdly, it ricochets around his living room, and his head, and his heart. The sound sends a shiver down both of your spines. You taste just like he thought you would, plush lips pushed against his own. The kiss wasn't anything special but because it was you it was the hottest kiss Aizawa has ever had. 

Only one. Only one. Only one. 

No, he can't, he has to stop this. You taste too sweet, the little moans and whines escaping your throat are doing too much for him. He wants to hear more. Needs to hear more; but not like this. Not when you're drunk. He'd be a horrible friend, a horrible person, if he let this continue. So he pulls away, leaning back, eyes fluttering open, mouth beginning to speak.

He can't get a single fucking thing out when your pushing back towards him, your hands grabbing his face to hold him still. It's him that moans this time, a shocked gaspy moan that you swallow without a second thought. You toss your leg over his lap, grind yourself down against the hard line of his cock beneath his pants. 

This kiss was miles away from the other. Teeth biting against his bottom lip, your tongue licking into his mouth, your hands ruining the bun he had his hair in as you yank the black tie out. And your hips, they won't stop grinding against him, it's so hot but so wrong and that stomach bubbling shame makes its appearance again. He braces his hands on your hips trying, in vain, to stall you but you only work faster. Rutting and whining and whispering his name. 

Oh fuck, oh fuck.

He separates your mouths, bites at his lip when you settle for licking a fat stripe up his neck, sucking just below his ear.

"We can't, we gotta stop." He doesn't know how he manages to get the words out and somehow he's unsure if they even came from him. He's never sounded like this before. What the hell are you doing to him? 

You pin his hands against the back of the couch, something that felt so strange considering he could have you wrapped up in his scarf in barely a second. Except, he doesn't have the scarf at this moment and you've driven his willpower straight into the mud. 

"I'm so sorry, Shota." You whisper into his ear, licking at his ear lobe. "I'm sorry, I just need you so bad."

In that second, with your mouth and hips dizzying his brain, he finally realizes something. 

He wasn't taking advantage of you, you were taking advantage of him. 

The realization hits him so hard he gasps; or maybe that was because you picked that moment to swivel your hips just so that he could feel the way your lips parted under your lace panties and slotted over him. Even through the layers he could feel that wet hot heat. 

"Gotta stop." Was he even trying? "Angel, we have to stop. We g-gotta go to sleep before this gets out of hand." He tries once again to push you away but you only shake your head and clinge tighter, fingers lost in his hair as you chase the release that's been slowly building in your stomach. 

"No." You grit out between this little gasp that has his hands clenching in the skirt of your dress. He doesn't move them, they just sit there gripping the fabric as he thinks about how much of a pathetic weak man he is for letting you trick him like this. "Don't wanna sleep, want you to fill me up. Wanna feel you deep inside me, Shota." You punctate his name with a high pitched whine and that's it, that's all it takes. 

That wavering thread, his moral compass? Gone just from the way you say his name. 

He lunges at you, wraps his hand around the column of your throat and for the first time since you jumped him your hips finally still. 

"You are such a fucking brat." Aizawa growls, squeezing your throat just tight enough to make your head fuzzy. You wanted to play dirty? Fine. He could be dirty too.

He reaches his hand behind you to blindly drag the zipper on the back of your dress down, snatching the front off your shoulders and down your arms. He pulls it down until your bare chest is exposed to him, nipples pebbled in the cool air of his apartment, let's the dress settle around you waist before he's balling his fist in the material and using it to drag your hips against his. 

"Fuckk." He groans, letting his head fall back against the couch. You whimper as you watch him use you now, all that confidence and control gone as you tremble with every grind and rut. He's pushing his hips up into you now, no longer holding back, and the feeling is mind-blowing.

"Shota.." You begin to whisper but he's quickly silencing you with his lips, hungry and searching, as they attack your own. 

"Fucking evil women." He smacks the supple skin of your ass, hard. So hard it has you falling into his chest, burying your nose into his neck. Aizawa grabs the back of your neck with his big hand, presses hard enough that you know that's your place now. You were no longer running the show. 

"Drunk off your fucking ass," he bites out before actually biting into the skin of you shoulder. You whine pathetically, suddenly embarrassed of the sound of your wet soppy cunt humping against his nice trousers. "Can't take no for a fucking answer. Thought you were gonna be a good girl, Angel? What happened to that?" 

You can't speak, your body quivering as you orgasm approaches, a hot white heat that tingles from your head to your toes. You manage to grit out a weak "I'm sorry, Sho.", but it's just about as pathetic as you feel right now. 

"So fuckin' impatient. Why couldn't you have waited till tomorrow?" He grits out, his head spinning. He wouldn't fuck you tonight, that's too far. He knows despite this little performance you've put on that you are in fact still inebriated and he'd never forgive himself if he did something that sober you wouldn't have wanted. But this? If you want to get off so badly, he'll make it happen. 

Because you should know by now- Shota Aizawa would do anything for you. 

"Please." You whimper out even though you're not really sure what you're asking for. But that doesn't matter, because Aizawa knows.

He slips his hand down between the two of you, thumb finding your clit pressed roughly against the wet lace of your panties. He rubs tight, teasing circles over your sensitive nub, kissing and sucking at the soft skin of your chest as he peers up at your pleasure stricken face. You look so beautiful like this, it's addicting, something he's dreamed about for years. To finally experience it though? It was unlike anything he'd imagined, especially when your eyes clamp shut, nails digging into his shoulder as you cum- hard.

"Fuck, Shota!" You gasp around a steady chant of yes yes yes's. "I love you, oh my god, I love you so much, Sho." 

You collapse into his chest, body trembling and jerking every now and then from the small aftershocks that rush through you. He rubs your back as you catch your breath, his lips pressing the sweetest most adoring kisses to your forehead.

"I mean it." You say, breathing heavily through your nose and Shota hums in response as he looks down at where you're cradled to his chest.

"Mean what?" He asks and his breath is ragged, rough sounding. You huff a bit as you adjust your weight in his lap. 

"I'm not that drunk…and that you're pretty…and that..I love you." Your voice is so shy now, so unsure, such a stark comparison from the girl that jumped him only fifteen minutes ago. 

Aizawa feels the heat that rushes to his cheeks, the heavy thud of his heart. He loves you more than you can ever know and hearing you finally say it back, especially while you were grinding against him, was enough to make him cum in his pants.

Which he did. Like a fucking high school kid. It was honestly kinda ridiculous the way you molded him however you wanted to, how he let you do it. He couldn't imagine letting anyone see him the way he allows you to. Only you.

Always you.

"Can we go to sleep now, Angel?" He asks into your temple and you answer with a yawn and a nod, sleepy eyes fluttering shut. 

[chatterbox-73]

.Sugar Daddy.

Price of consoling.

Shota Aizawa x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Part 1: Radio Sugar (Hizashi Yamada)

A/N: part two of a request I got for present mic and/or aizawa, if you haven’t checked out part one and go show mic some love… also just so you know I don’t mind getting requests but I’m not always a very productive writer, however I will work on requests if they’re about a character or subject I know of…

Summary/inspiration/prompt: Present Mic tasks you with servicing his dear friend who just broke up with his long term girlfriend. The night was nothing that you expected but it was exactly what you needed.

Word count: 2k

CW: NSFW and adult content, unprotected sex, bondage, spanking/impact play, degradation (name calling), oral (m!receiving), eating cum, swearing.

You stood in the living room in a white sundress with pink flowers all over it, the dress was cute and loose and so unlike anything Yamada would want you to wear, the blonde loved you in anything tight, dark and skimpy, all things this dress was not. You walked over to the man and stood before him, suddenly he reached out and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his face into your abdomen “mic has informed me, you run a steep price for your services” the man stated and you blushed slightly, you were sure Hizashi was joking with him but you couldn’t help but think he took it all very seriously, “well you’re a friend of Hizashi, so I won’t charge you anything you can’t afford” you joked and the man chuckled, “I’m aware Yamada is already paying you for this…” the man begun before pulling you onto his lap, “but I’d still like to pay you, name you price and then we’ll start” he spoke calmly, his tired eyes looking you up and down, “for the basic services the prices are as followed; 40,000¥ for an hour of sex, an additional 7,500¥ for oral, and of course 10,000¥ for any photos you wish to take and all service prices double if you wish to record…” you spoke confidently, Hizashi had been preparing you for taking ‘clients’, in case anything happened to him or you both split up, you had to admit that he taught you well and you were extremely grateful to him, “…of course gifts of the same value of your services are acceptable so long as we agree” you run your fingers through his long tangled hair, “is cash alright?” The man hummed and his hands traveled to your ass as he began to squeeze your cheeks, you were in shock for a moment before quickly getting over it and nodding, “good, I want two hours of sex and to finish in your mouth, are there any off limit positions?” He spoke and you thought for a moment, there wasn’t many off limits to you, as long as they weren’t some gross kink position, you were fine with it. “You tell me what you want and I’ll tell you if it’s off limits” you looked at him and he nods “doggy and spread eagle” he spoke smoothly before his hand traveled back down your thigh to your knee, “should we get started now, sir?” You asked and the man shook his head, you frowned but before expressing your confusion he spoke, “I’d also like to know your prices on kinks, bondage and spanking… also it’s Aizawa, not sir…” the tired man looked at you and you gulped, “I’m only fine with light bondage and spanking, nothing too serious” you spoke honestly and he nodded in thought.

Aizawa discussed your boundaries in depth with you and his plan for the night, he wanted to make sure nothing was a surprise tonight, in all honesty discussing all these lewd acts he wishes to perform with you and on you, had your cunt clenching tightly, you were desperate and you were certain Aizawa knew, with every clench of your legs and every wiggle of your hips had the man growing rapidly beneath your ass, the bulge of his cock pressed comfortably between your ass check and the feeling had you pressing back against him further making him harder. “Fuck, you know how to tease a cock, baby girl… get up and show me that ass” Aizawa demanded still speaking in his same tired voice, despite his obvious desperation, you quickly stood facing the man you grabbed the straps of your sundress and removed them from your shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor. You stood in only the pink thong Yamada had pick out for you earlier, you bounced on the balls of your feet letting your breasts bounce, the man watched your breasts move and jiggle however just as your breasts began to hypnotise him, you turned and pushed out your ass before wiggling your hips. “You fucking minx!” Aizawa let off a tired groan and watched you as you bent over slightly and with legs apart you rubbed two fingers over you clothed clit, moaning loudly at the friction, you pulled your thong to the side showing to man all your wetness, you then ran a finger along your entrance collecting your discharge before standing and pulling your panties back in place, once facing Aizawa you watched him intensely as to took your finger in your mouth and sucked all the fluid off it. “Tastes good…” you hummed as you walked away from the man and towards the bedroom.

You sat patiently on the bed watching the door, waiting for Aizawa to enter the room, you began to wonder if you’d taken it too far and the man had decided to leave you to spare your feelings despite you embarrassing him, after all he was in the midst of a very messy break up, however before you could slip farther into your thoughts Aizawa stepped into the doorway, he had taken off his shirt and undone his pants, his briefs struggling to keep him contained, “your cash is on the kitchen counter, I’ll be leaving immediately after we’re done… if there’s any issue with the money let Mic know” he spoke coldly before walking to you.

Aizawa stood in front of you and looked down at you, he grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him, you pressed your legs together once meeting his tired eyes, “are you ready?” He asked to which you nodded and that was enough for him before suddenly he was flipping you over onto your hands and knees, before pressing down on your shoulders forcing your chest and face into the bed, this course you to push your ass back against him as you moaned, “you like that huh?” Aizawa teased and you whined as he ground his hips into your backside, he let of a whistle and grabbed a handful of your cheek “it’s so soft, I bet it jiggles when you’re fucked… want me to find out?” He chuckled as you felt him pull your thong to the side and press his tip into your cunt, “yes… yes please… please fuck me” you moaned and felt him teasingly pull his tip out and push it back in, “fuck, I could just slide right in… you want that?” Aizawa groaned and you whined out a ‘yes’, suddenly he slipped completely into you, with no resistance whatsoever.

Aizawa gave you no time to adjust to him before he began taking you, the tired man gave lazy thrusts as he tightly held your hips, groans and grunts left his slightly parted lips while he looked down his nose at your ass, you dared to look back at him but the moment you lifted your head off the mattress he pushed your head back down, “don’t fucking move… you got that whore?” Aizawa grunted and you nodded, “say you understand!” He demanded and you opened your mouth “I understand, I won’t move” you spoke with a shaky breath, you weren’t surprised by his reaction as he had asked you about it prior to starting, however you were surprised by how much you were enjoying it. You could feel your walls desperately clinging to every ridge his shaft had to offer, you slowly reached a hand back and made contact with Aizawa thigh, your nails dragged against his skin, his muscle tensed and he gave you a particularly hard thrust causing you to move your hand to the mattress to steady yourself, “oh what… don’t stop now, you’re so eager to get those fucking hand off this damn mattress!” Aizawa shouted while holding a hand on the back of your neck, “what’s fucking changed now…? Huh skank?” He moved his hands to your wrists and pulled them behind you, before you could figure out what was happening your hands were tied tightly behind your back, “see what you’ve done… stupid bitch” Aizawa brought a hand hard down on your ass, this caused you to cry out and squeeze the man. It was all getting too much for you, Aizawa forceful thrusts, his rough hands, his strong grip, his thick veiny shaft and his deep demanding voice… god you could definitely see yourself needed to be fucked like this everyday, though just as you begin the to loose yourself, you were brought right back by an incredibly hard smack to the ass and the feeling of his cock leaving you, “no no no… please” you cried out and pushed your ass back into Aizawa’s hip grinding on his member once you made contact, to which you received another hard smack to the ass. You were so close and desperate to come that you remained unfazed by the brutal smack and even felt your excitement build, “oh yes… smack my ass harder” you moaned loudly and felt Aizawa’s cock twitch, you pressed your ass back more and grounded yourself harder along his member.

Aizawa shoved you off him and flipped you onto your back, “you cock hungry bitch…” Aizawa sneered at you before grabbing your face the leaning in, “you’re enjoying this too much…” he whispered “you wanna be fuck so bad… don’t you?” He fake whined and you nodded frantically, “yes… god yes… fuck me” you begged and Aizawa barked out a laugh, “you ordering me around huh? Like I’m not the one who payed for your services?” He hummed standing up and before you could say anything, his hand made contact with your face, leaving a sharp sting on your cheek that made tears well in your eyes, however you had no chance to form a reaction as Aizawa grabbed your ankles and pulled your legs so far apart you were almost doing the splits, only to then slip back inside you with one rough thrust. You cried out and thrown your head back into the mattress, as Aizawa immediately set an absurdly quick pace, “fuck I’m so ready to cum” the tired man groaned loudly and watched intensely as your cunt repeatedly swallowed him wholly, with every thrust he watched his cock disappear and watch as his pubic bone meet you, brushing against your clit and before long you came. Letting out a loud scream, tears ran down your face and your hips shook uncontrollably, Aizawa groaned at the feeling of your cunt squeezing him and continuing to fuck you until he let out a strangled moan, to this he pulled out of you and yanked your body from the bed, causing your ass to hit the floor with a thud.

You opened your mouth to protest however Aizawa quickly shoved his cock in your mouth, your throat immediately tightened and your lungs felt heavy, the corners of your mouth ache and you could feel yourself gagging but nothing being able to come up. It was all too erotic for Aizawa, he tangled his hands into your hair and came with a loud groan, pulling out of your mouth he walked over to your bedside table and grabbed a few tissues before returning to you, Aizawa held the tissues in front of you, “here spit it out” he spoke and you opened you mouth showing him, “I swallowed it” you smiled and the man frowned before helping you up and into bed, “you could get a stomachache” he scolded you as he leaned over you and untied your arms, “Yamada makes me swallow it all the time” you shrugged and stretched out your arms, Aizawa clicked his tongue and stood “Mic is irresponsible” he slipped his briefs and pants back on, “be sure to brush your teeth and gargle when your comfortable moving again… oh and don’t forget to use the toilet” he instructed you before leaving the room, you waited a moment in silence to hear your front door open and close, signalling Aizawa had left.

You didn’t know what Yamada was thinking when he set the arrangement between you and Aizawa but you were extremely grateful.

More from the ‘Sugar Daddy’ series:

Masterlist (coming soon)

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[doumadono]

Siiiiiinceeeeee... my last two requests were SFW I jump in with smth naughty!

I'd like to ask for a ❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜ (from 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬) in a form of a short fic with Shota Aizawa x fem!reader... she can be his wife, lover, GF IDK! Whatever suits you, sweetheart!

Love ya!

Just a little longer - Aizawa x Reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, cunnilingus, f!reader, p in v smut

Synopsis: you find yourself unwilling to let Shota prepare for his day at work

A/N: dzękuję za tyle wsparcia, kochanie moje! ♥

MASTERLIST

This morning, you find yourself unwilling to let your adored husband, Shota, simply prepare for his day at work. You yearn for him, his fragrance, his caress – an extended moment of his presence. You crave the sensation of his being, desiring to linger in his embrace a while longer.

So you settle onto Aizawa's lap, positioning yourself astride him on the bed. His hands naturally find their place on your buttocks, ensuring your comfortable position. You playfully push him onto the bed and passionately connect your lips with his, mixing bites and kisses. As you press your hips down, he tightens his hold, ensuring you stay right where you are.

"Y/N, teasing me right now isn't the best idea," Shota growls. "Classes are about to begin."

"Don't worry, my love, we've got a good half hour left," you reassure him with a mischievous grin.

He playfully flips you away, and you land on the mattress with a light bounce, eliciting a giggle. As he gracefully moves to the floor, he unties your shoes, planting tender kisses on your ankles. His lips progress upward, skillfully removing your pants. Once more, his kisses trace the expanse of your legs, traveling down one and up the other, tantalizingly close to your panties, where you can sense his warm breath caressing the dampness forming on the cotton fabric.

"You're incredibly beautiful, my love," he whispers affectionately.

Lending a hand, you assist him in removing your shirt, prompting his lips to discover your belly button. His tongue dances around the navel before embarking on a trail towards your mound.

His fingers dance along your sides, leaving a tingling trail on your heated skin as they traverse. They encircle your panties at the waistband, swiftly tugging to remove the delicate fabric. He playfully nibbles at the newly exposed skin, cleverly evading any direct contact with your sensitive core.

A whimper escapes your lips, and you attempt to guide him by reaching for his hair, but he gently swats your hands away. With determination, you make another effort, only to find your fingers intertwined with his, keeping you in place, uninterrupted.

"Be patient for me, Y/N. You'll have your desires fulfilled after I've taken what I need," Shota assures, his words a mixture of command and promise.

His tongue flicks out, meeting your clit in a deliberate punctuation, causing your legs to quiver in response. His administrations become slightly more intense, leaving an array of pretty purple and blue marks as he sensually sucks hickeys into the skin around your panty line.

"Can you manage to keep those hands of yours under control?" Shota inquires, locking eyes with you.

You nod obediently, and he releases your hands. His palms find stability on your thighs as he lowers his head once more between your legs. Anticipation courses through you, your grip on the bedding tightening to prevent your hands from wandering. But Shota refrains from touching you further. Instead, he teases you by blowing a cool breath over your intimate area, sending shivers down your spine. Your toes curl involuntarily as he skillfully manipulates his breath, applying a teasing and barely-there pleasure.

"Oh God…" you whimper. "Weren't you the one griping about being teased a moment ago?" you groan, propping yourself up on your elbows to gaze at him.

"I simply desire to savor the pleasure of worshiping you. Is that truly a wrongdoing?" Shota asks, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"It certainly feels criminal if it means you're keeping your hands off me," you sigh dramatically, flopping back onto the pillows.

"Well, well… I understand now. Let me make amends for that."

With a deliberate motion, he eases two fingers inside you, while his lips ensnare your clit, his tongue diligently tracing circles across the delicate nerves. He offers no quarter for adjustment, his two fingers curling within you in sync with the rhythm of his skilled tongue. Your grip tightens on the covers as your back arches off the bed, attempting to escape his relentless assault. Yet, his free arm stretches up, gently guiding you back down to a flat position, granting him even better access.

A muffled groan escapes his lips against your skin as he savors your taste, his tongue painting long, sensual strokes along your slit, adeptly maneuvering around his pumping fingers. Whenever his journey brings him to your clit, he applies a gentle suction before moving on swiftly, pushing you to the brink without permitting you to topple over just yet.

A frustrated whine escapes you, the almost sufficient stimulation leaving you yearning for more.

"Your whining sounds remarkably delightful," Shota chuckles. "You're giving me very little reason to grant you release."

Nevertheless, his tongue initiates an unceasing figure-eight pattern against your sensitive clitoris, propelling you toward the precipice. At the very moment his fingers pinpoint that exquisite spot within you, he propels you into the throes of your climax. You find yourself breathing heavily, the intensity of the experience enveloping you.

He briefly withdraws, allowing you a moment to catch your breath, and proceeds to shed his own garments. Once disrobed, he gracefully returns, positioning himself atop you. He aligns himself with your entrance, his unoccupied hand intertwining fingers with yours, his unwavering gaze maintaining a connection as he gradually sinks into your eager cunt. Employing his free hand for balance, he positions himself just above you, his forearm serving as a prop, allowing him to lean in and capture kisses between each thrust. The encounter is an amalgamation of messiness, wetness, and sheer exhilaration. As your unoccupied hand drags along his back, eliciting pleasurable groans from him, the juxtaposition of scratches and sensation adds to the intensity.

With a deliberate pace, Aizawa maintains a slow, sensual rhythm, grinding his hips down to ensure every thrust stimulates your clit, sending delightful tingles coursing through your body. "Oh, Y/N, you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me, just for me. Your raw sensation is unbelievably intoxicating," he groans, his hips faltering slightly.

Unresponsive, your eyes flutter as he drives into you with a nearly overwhelming proficiency. Just as your second orgasm builds, he plunges deeply, his own groan mingling with the sensation as he collapses against you, his orgasm sweeping over him as warm, thick ropes of his cum fill your pussy. He nestles into the curve of your neck, seeking solace. "I love you, baby. But we need to get ready."

[blue-sadie]

Little Helper

Imagine:

Being fresh out of college and becoming thie shota aizawas teachers aid and loving it your bubbly personality made the classroom brighter and you knew exactly how to make his coffee and one break he decides to thank you in an unprofessional way.

"Your to cute to be doing this my little helper but you sound so good your little innocent act is fading and your showing me your true colors, your such a slut taking my cock on my desk what happens if a student walks in"

[tired-teacher-blog]

Random headcanons

It is what the title suggests, random headcanons about different characters, I will be adding more along the way. This is mostly NSFW, so as always:

Please do not read if you're a minor

Check out also : Deku • Shouto • Bakugo • Dabi • Hawks

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

Alright, here is an interesting one.

Aizawa goes absolutely feral whenever you touch his hair.

Whether he's rutting into your heat or feasting on your cunt— head between your legs, just grab a fistful of those long soft thick locks and pull.. Congratulations, you have successfully unlocked the beast mode.

You want to provoke him some more? Try pushing those loose strands away from his face or tucking them behind his ear in the most casual way when you're in public. He is now all hot and bothered but unable to do anything about it.. yet.

Once you're home though, he's going to make you pay for it, all night long, until you're begging for mercy.

[nvmjccnluv]

imagine Aizawa waking up before you one morning, which doesn’t happen often. the only reason being that he has a need that can only be taken care of by the sleeping body next to him. too pretty to wake up, he figures, so he goes ahead and makes sure that when you do wake up it will be by the most pleasant sensation: being filled to the brim. gently pulling the blanket off your body, he pulls your panties aside and prods at your clit for a moment. barely audible whimpers leave your mouth, but your body never stirs. the only thing that changes is the increasing amount of wetness that seeps out of your pussy and onto his fingers. his next move is when he pushes his aching cock into your heat, letting out a low groan at the feeling. “fuck angel, still so tight-” at this point he could care less if you wake up or not, so he fucks you at his favorite pace, rapidly. your eyes snap open, startled at the sudden movement, and moaning at the intense pleasure shooting through your body. “just a little more doll, let me use you a little longer”

[akiranzee]

★ • ° ` — “The way your throat tightens everytime he rams it in, the way your eyes tear up whenever his cock reach the deepest parts of your mouth, and the way you swallow his seed with no hesitance. He loves all of them.”

gojo satoru, alhaitham, zhongli, shota aizawa, suguru geto, toji fushiguro, keigo takami, dabi, childe, wriothesley, shoto todoroki, dottore, diluc, kaeya.

[shouta-aizawa-obsession]

Instagram: @always_a_little_blue

[kirbyskisses]

whimpering to dilf!Aizawa that it won’t fit and his eyes directly meeting yours as you try so hard to fit him in; he likes see you cry at it. 🥺

“It will princess. It will. Let me in.”

[fairytsuk1]

Incubus aizawa????

in hindsight, it was a joke! something silly, something that wasn't actually meant to come to fruition!

your friends had come to you, eager smiles and mischievous thoughts as the exclaimed that the legendary "Aizawa" would only present himself on the days leading up to Halloween and you had to do the ritual.

"are you sure?" you feel anxiety thrumming in your neck as you stared at the supposed picture of the Incubus... he was pretty attractive.

huge muscles with wispy hair that gave him such a manly aura, horns that stuck like mountains out his head and black hair that was luscious in nature but you reckoned could wrap around you like snakes.

he shouldn't be hot, but he looks exactly your type and it's been a bit of a dry spell lately...

"yes, you just have to say it! he's totally your type right?" kimiko explains excitedly, sleepover pajamas pink and cute as she gets in your face, "you wanna fuck him right?"

embarrassment burns in your core as you sit in the middle facing the framed photo of Aizawa; clad in your own thigh-high socks. apparently he liked those, he sounded like a pervert to you.

"oh my god, just shut up so I can do the ritual!"

and then you shift anxiously before beginning to murmur, growing to a chant.

"my daemon Aizawa, i give myself up to you. I want you to devour me whole, and if I shall not please you..." your minds blanks and there's a helpful whisper from toga, "you may feed me to your beloved three-headed cat, insomnia."

and nothing happens.

"i told you it was stupid! it was never gonna work!"

sighs of disappointment ring out around the circle of girls, and none of you can hear the heavy steps of a daemon making his way through your apartment with tired eyes and donning an all-black outfit.

you're sleeping soundly, and you're still wearing his favorite outfit. normally, well, more like rarely; aizawa liked to feed these weak little mortals to his cat and call it a day.

dare he say it, you were too cute to be eaten. and so you awoke with a heavy feeling on your chest and slick dripping between your legs.

"you give yourself up for me? you're a dedicated one, huh? and i'm a pervert? that's a bit mean."

you can hardly breathe and you're not even sure you want to with the mass whose shoulder come out of your chest ghostly, "wha? wha's goin' on? are you...!"

and then he's rising, fog coming off him in billows of clouds that dose the room in a heavy haze. he's intoxicating, and you feel yourself mewl as he climbs out of your body and looks down at you.

you were right, hair as black as coals that could strangle you at any moment. but he doesn't kill you, he just grins.

"giving yourself up to me is a huge sacrifice."

"i didn't!"

"oh, but you did, my love. you did when you wore..." he snaps the band of your socks, "these. and when you said that chant of course. i was going to take your body the minute it happened."

his hand, cold and veiny wraps itself around your throat as his grin grows even wider, "and one more thing."

"daemon is too aged. call me daddy, and i'll make you cum so hard you'll think you're dead. okay?"

against your better judgement, you nod.

"good. now, let's see what's under these pretty panties hm?"

and you give yourself up wholly to him once again, you just hope he leaves your soul alone after he's done with you.

[mamayan]

Hello ml✨ CONGRATS

I'm dumb asf because I didn't understand the Russian Roulette thingy for a good minute but I wanna request Shota w these numbers-(I hope to God I'm doing this right)

20, 37, 59, 68, 97

Uhhh fem reader- pop off✨

Bang! … No bullet was shot—

Shota Aizawa

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” || Sleep || Nightmares when sick || Step!Parent

tw: NSFW • Implied Cheating • Fem! Reader (18+) • Fingering (F) • Taboo Considered Relations • Use of the term Daddy

wc: 790

He’s alone again.

The right side of the bed is empty, not even a warm hint of his wife having returned home from work. She’s working late again, though Shota felt a roiling in his gut telling him it wasn’t work she was staying out so late for.

She’d been distant, though that wasn’t too shocking considering their relationship was hanging by a thread.

He couldn’t leave though. Not if it meant he’d lose something even more precious.

You, who he already noticed was creeping into the room, light sleep set hiding hardly any of your body from his dark gaze as he tiredly sighs aloud. Like a sweet dream you appear by the side of the bed, crawling onto the mattress like a predator on the prowl. Sweet features illuminated by the moon, you smiled down at him.

“I can’t sleep Daddy…” you were too old to be calling him that, and the way it made his cock harden beneath the comforter only confirmed how inappropriate this all was. He didn’t stop you though, not when you revealed more smooth soft skin for him as you tossed your top somewhere into the darkness, breasts free of any bra to hinder them from his view.

“Fuck,” it’s impossible not to lose it as you straddle him over the covers, bottoms still in place as you plant your hands against his chest.

Shota isn’t a man who allows a brat like you to get away with whatever, no matter how cutely you act.

The retired-pro hero has you beneath him in an instant, shirtless torso draping over you as his dark hair falls to curtain over your faces.

“You can’t sleep so you make sure I can’t either?” He’s not angry despite his words, easily slotting between your thighs as he nips your bottom lip. He doesn’t miss how you shiver and arch for him, he grunts as your cunt shifts to grind up against his hardened length still tucked away in his boxers.

The little smirk on your lips is irritating, but your next words light a spark.

“You’re pathetic, you know that right?” The way your chest presses against his own as you breathe the insult against his mouth makes him groan, able to taste the sugar on your lips from whatever late night snack or drink you’d been consuming. “Getting hard for your step-daughter is just—ngh,” you’re stopped short when he grabs your throat, his smile dark and promising as he copies your earlier actions and speaks right up against your mouth, not quite kissing you. “Is just what, hm?” He grinds harder against you, smearing the slick in your panties as you moan, hands quick to tangle in his thick loose hair. “Remember you’re in my bed brat,” he chuckles at your responding whine.

“I can’t sleep,” you say it again as if it was his problem to solve.

Maybe it was, since he doesn’t hesitate to slip a calloused scared hand right into your cute sleep shorts and easily locate your puffy clit to rub. He watches your eyes roll back, the quick access to pleasure and pressure you were eager for granted without much of a fight tonight.

He was eager for touch too, hands grasping and groping in the minimal light, lips quick to connect with yours in a sensual embrace, tongue slipping in without resistance as you whimper beneath him.

“Daddy I need more—,” he groans, thumb moving off your clit to dig two inside your tight heat, stretching you open and doing quite the opposite of helping you sleep.

“Be quiet, you’ll disturb the neighbors,” he chides lightly, lips trailing to your neck where he’s tempted to mark you up. He doesn’t, only licks and nibbles too soft for any capillaries to burst are littered on your sensitive skin.

“I want your cock,” it’s needy and desperate as you writhe, hips unable to still as he works his fingers inside of you, curling in your gooey walls and making you see white as your orgasm builds.

“You want to act like a brat, be good and cum on my fingers first.” His gruff tone leaves no room for argument, though you might’ve managed had he not had you so close to your end.

His lips silence the cry you release as your core tightens, body wracked with tremors as you come apart for him.

A noisy squelch echoes as he drags his messy fingers from your bottoms, holding them in front of your face with a dark brow raised above sleepy eyes.

“Thank you Daddy…” it sends chills down his spine at your sweet whisper, eager and happy to clean your own cum off his fingers while watches with a hungry gaze.

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