Bulking Season

Aizawa x reader

MDNI! cervix mention, headlock mention, mentions of breeding kink, mentions of overstimulation, dirty talk, cunnilingus, p in v!, slight mention of size difference, normal AU, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected sex (please practice protection), consent is sexy, HEADLOCK 

WC: 2.3k

Aizawa was by no means scrawny. Even prior to dating you knew underneath all those baggy clothes he had a muscular build. You just didn’t know what prompted him one day to just come home and decided to eat more than he usually did. But you didn’t really care, as long as he was eating well. 

He stopped counting track of how much he ate, but rather asked for more portions of your own cooking. He even started to ask for more sweet treats. You couldn’t even deny your husband from your own cooking with the way he begged.

Hearing the door knob clicking open, you knew it was Aizawa coming home from his usual run to the gym. You would never say it out loud, but the way his new body stretched out his clothes tighter ignited something inside of you. Honestly you were even thinking of going to the gym just to see your husband’s biceps flex as he lifted weights. Even before he started this whole bulking thing, he could lift you without breaking a sweat but god the way he could carry the groceries with ease made you bite your lips. 

Feeling large forearms wrap around your waist, he planted a quick kiss to your cheek. “How’s my girl?”

“M’ doing good. How was the gym?” you asked as you tilted your head to return him a kiss to the lips. 

“It was good. There weren't as many people as there usually are, which is good. Means I get to go home earlier to my gorgeous wife,” he said as he started to slightly bite on your shoulder. 

The idea of him throwing you on top of the kitchen countertops and fucking you right there sounded delicious, but you remembered what happened last time you guys fucked without monitoring what was on the stove. 

“As much as I want to get fucked right now, I don’t think we need another incident where all we eat for dinner is incinerated food,” you warned as you opened the lid of the pot.

“Mmm fine,” he says with a pout on his face. Sniffing the air he could smell the food you were making. “Smells good though. What are you making?”

“I’m making chicken curry with some rice. Before you left I wanted to surprise you with some brownies. It’s almost done baking though,” you said as you continued to stir the pot.

Aizawa hums and presses a soft kiss near the pulse of your neck. “I love you so much I hope you know that.”

“I do. I love you more though,” you said, taunting him. You both know that words can sometimes only mean so much but actions are a way for your love language to show through.

“Lets see that in bed,” he said, giving you a light slap to your ass.

“Hey! You’re such an ass, help me set up the table,” you laughed as he went to the cabinets and helped you set up the table for dinner.

You knew he was craving you as you both ate dinner together. The sexual tension was rising between the both of you and you could feel each other’s hunger even though you were only a foot or two apart from each other. Aizawa did get his dessert after dinner as he was in between your legs, slurping your juices in between the crevices of your folds. As his nose nudged against your clit, you squeezed your thighs from the stimulation squishing his face. You swore his hands got bigger and ever since bulking season his hands have gotten stronger, gripping your thighs even harder you swore you could feel bruises forming. Looking down at him eating your cunt out, the large veins decorating his forearm looked bigger, turning you on. 

“Fuck…You’re doing so good,” you moaned out as you gripped his hair encouraging him to continue eating you out.

Aizawa humming against your clit, licking the sensitive nub as he inserted two of his thick fingers deep inside of your cunt. The double stimulation gave you immense pleasure as you could feel the girth of his fingers and the way he gave you open mouthed kisses on your cunt.

“I swear…ever since you started bulking, you’ve gotten so big…” you cried out as Aizawa continued his assault on your poor pussy.

“Mhm…Tell me more sweet girl,” he said, curling his fingers hard into you. 

Your face contorting in pleasure, you manage to muster words out of your mouth, “You fill all of your shirts so tight…It makes me so wet,” you cried out. His fingers continued to thrust harder inside of you as he continued sucking on your clit. 

“Yeah? Bet you like it when I wrap my arms around you huh?” 

“I do…Especially your biceps, they look so good to bite on…” 

Aizawa’s body left you in awe almost every morning with the way you could feel a size difference in his muscles. His biceps have gotten bigger, his back was more broad and filled in and the way his shoulders became thicker. Especially whenever you guys would fuck, you enjoyed the way he would press almost all of his body weight onto your own body as he pounded you. 

The thought of his muscles left you clenching his fingers even tighter. Aizawa could feel you even dripping more wetness out of you than before. “All thanks to your cooking and food baby,” praising you as he continued his relentless attacks using his fingers. 

Aizawa yanked you hard onto his mouth lapping up your pussy as you could feel him obscenely making loud sounds. He was eating you out like a starved man as his fingers fucked into you harder. 

The coil inside of your belly snapped as you came with a cry. Aizawa let you ride out your orgasm as he continued to lick your folds. As sensitivity came over you, you shakily pulled him away from you. 

Aizawa looked up at you, his face covered in a mix of saliva and your own juices. His eyes were hazy almost as if he was pussydrunk on the taste of your cunt and the adrenaline that was pumping through his veins. Even though you just came, his gaze still held a certain hunger for more.

Suddenly large hands came up to grab at your waist and adjusted your body to get on your knees and hands. Your face was pushed into the soft plushy pillows as Aizawa positioned himself behind you. 

“Want you to feel this dick deep inside of your pussy tonight,” Aizawa said as he used his fingertips to caress your wet folds. You whimpered as he played with you, feeling already overly sensitive from your orgasm earlier that night. 

“Stop teasing me and fuck me already Aizawa. Unless you want another sex ban,” you retaliated. You were already growing impatient and you could feel how much you were dripping onto his fingers. 

“Shh…Be patient sweetie,” Aizawa cooed. Behind you he was wrapping his hands around his cock getting it hard. He enjoyed taking his time in giving your pussy the utmost attention she can get but at the end of the day he always listens to what you say. 

Aizawa holding his cock gave light taps to your poor needy pussy. As he dragged his cock back and forth you whined in impatience. “Aizawa…”, you warned. You were one hair away from you giving him a sex ban (even though it never worked).

“You keep fucking around I’m going to-” as a moan came out of your mouth instead of finishing your sentence. The thick head of his cock pried your folds apart to squeeze itself inside of your pussy. 

“You were saying?”, Aizawa teased. You turned your head around to face him to reprimand him but seeing the sight of his dick quickly shut your mouth. No matter how many times you guys had sex, the way large veins decorated his dick meeting the girthy mushroom head of his dick left you hungry for more. 

Aizawa thrusted more inches inside of your pussy, stretching out your gummy walls. The stretch burned but it felt so good as he continued to sink his thick dick inside of your warm walls. He grunted in pleasure as he dragged his dick back and forth.

As you got adjusted to the pleasure, Aizawa took it as a sign to quickly bottom out the inside of your pussy. You could feel each carnal vein and inch carving a memory inside of your walls. The reddened tip of his cockhead was sloppily smooching your cervix. 

Aizawa tightly gripped your hips with his large hands as he thrusted into you at a rough pace where you could feel the meaty tip of his cock bumping into your cervix so brutally. You cried out into the soft plushy pillows as you gripped the sheets below you. Your spine curving into a mean arch as he continued to roughly pound into you. 

“Fuckk…,” you moaned out. Suddenly, you felt a meaty bicep wrapped around your throat. His bicep was pressed perfectly against your throat where you could still have some room to breathe but it was limited. You were drooling against his bicep as you could feel your own pussy dripping even more. 

“You keep-hah looking at my biceps whenever I’m at home. I thought you wanted this pretty girl,” Aizawa rasps in your ear as you could feel him impossibly deeper inside of your pussy. 

You nodded mindlessly as you could feel your saliva all over his bicep. You didn’t even realize you were crying from the pleasure until you felt tears streaming down your cheeks onto his bicep. Your brain was turned into mush, the way your airway was being restricted, and how he was putting almost the entirety of his weight to meet the skin of your ass. As he kept pounding into you, the skin of your plump ass cheeks became red and started to burn from where the two of your skin met. 

The room felt sinful. Echoes of moans and grunts could be heard throughout the space. You could hear the smacks of skin meeting one another as your pussy made obscene squelching sounds. 

Aizawa slithered his fingers in between your thighs to meet your sensitive clit. Using his rough fingerpads, he toyed with the sensitive nub bringing you closer to your second orgasm of the night.

You mewled at the overstimulation as you could feel yourself getting closer as the curve of his beefy cock started to brutally ram into your g-spot. You swore you felt his dick in your throat as he continued to bully that spot where it made you see stars. 

“Fuck! Yes-yes-” you choked out loudly. “I’m so close-ngh, Aizawa please! I wanna cum so badly.”

“I know, poor baby. You’re gonna make a mess all over my hah- cock right?” As he slapped your already stinging ass cheeks. You were so cockdrunk you couldn’t even register the smacks on your ass as it just only brought you closer to your orgasm. 

You nodded blissfully. “Please cum inside of me. I want it here,” you pleaded as you pointed to your stomach where his dick was bottoming out inside of you. 

Aizawa’s breath hitched as he realized he wasn’t going to last due to his wife’s request. Something feral broke inside of his mind that you wanted his seed overfilling out of your pussy.  

Where his fingers were still on your clit, he meanly pinched the sensitive pearl and that snapped the tightness inside of your belly. You came with a cry, and you swore you nearly saw heaven’s light. Wave after wave of pleasure overwhelmed your senses as you could feel your legs were about to give up.

Aizawa was not that far behind. He groaned in your ear as he cums inside of you, stuffing you load after load, pouring out white sticky globs of cum into you.

A white ring formed around his cock as you babbled mindlessly. “So much…’s too much”. Your insides were coated with hot and wet seed as Aizawa slowly pulled out with a pop.  

A mix of your juices and his pearly droplets of cum left your abused pussy. His bicep that was previously wrapped around your throat retracted as you faceplanted into the pillows under you. 

“Hey, you okay?” Aizawa asked to check up on you. You nodded in satisfaction. You were too tired to mutter any words as you could feel your eyelids drooping. Aizawa gently lifted you to put you into a more comfortable position on your back. 

“I’ll be back, baby. I’m grabbing a towel,” he whispered with softness in his voice. 

“Okay,” you said as you looked at your husband moving from the bedroom to the bathroom to grab a warm towel. When he returned, he sat down on the edge of the bed gently massaging your legs, then using the towel to wipe the mess in between your legs. You hissed at the sensitivity as he gently cleaned you up. Aizawa quietly finished as he went back to the bathroom to wash the towel. 

As he came into the bedroom, he turned on the lamp near the nightstand. Grabbing the soft blanket, he covered you gently and turned off the bedroom lights. Slipping into the blanket, he wrapped his arm around you bringing you closer to his body. You turned around to face him and snuggled in closer to his chest. Aizawa began to pepper soft kisses into your hair.

“You did good, baby. I love you so much, I hope you know that,” Aizawa praised as he brought his hand up to caress your face. Even though you were almost about to drift into slumber, you heard every word. 

“I love you too,” you muttered as you wrapped your arm around his torso. With a sigh, you both fell asleep as you snuggled, basking in each others’ warmth.  

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Shota’s so mean!

⟡ mdni 18+ ⟡

a little drabble ab giving sho some nastay head n he’s pretty mean ab it. not proofread but enjoy <3

“Shut up,” that deep baritone has chills running up your spine as your boyfriend forces every thick, heavy inch of his angry cock down your tight throat. You’re gargling around his girth- struggling to accommodate his size despite how many times you’ve done this before. Your throat tightens and constricts around his heavy shaft as he crams his tip deep enough to poke at your heart and you’re slathering your tongue against the underside of his base for added measure. A loud groan escapes him, his fist tightens in your roots to keep you exactly like that.

He has you on your knees between his muscular thighs in the living room, Shota’s leaning back against the leather sectional while your knees burn against the carpet below you. You haven’t seen each other in days- both working completely opposite schedules for almost an entire week. Shota’s a man with very specific needs- and when they aren’t being met, he’s quick to grow frustrated and his frustrations grow and fester inside him even quicker.

It usually always ends up with you like this: a pathetic, sloppy, needy mess below him. You want to please him, want to take all that frustration away from him- he works so hard with little to no rest most days, so you take everything he puts you through like a champ. And don’t get it twisted- Shota is just as much a giver as he is a taker, you know your neglected cunt is gonna get exactly what she wants as soon as the raven is done using your throat like a fleshlight.

The thought alone has your thighs clenching below you in anticipation, it’s not unnoticed by the dark haired man above you that was currently choking you out with his girth. You suckled and gagged around his shaft like a whore, trying to fit him in as absolutely deep as possible. The space of your living room was filled with the lewd sounds of your desperate gags mixing with his labored huffs and groans.

“Fuuuuck, that’s it. You’re a nasty little kitty, aren’t you? Keep going, pet.”

You don’t need to be told twice- cupping his swollen balls with one of your trembling hands and caressing their weight with your fingers. Shota’s so sensitive there, you know the added stimulation is exactly what he needs by the way his head falls back against the couch cushions. The corners of your vision are starting to darken, his figure is slightly blurring from the lack of oxygen but you power through it- determined to give him what he needs no matter how rough his hands grip your tender scalp, or how hard his hips buck against your face.

Your jaw aches from the burning stretch and lack of breaks, still slurping up the salty pre that’s leaking out of his angry tip. Shota’s enamored with the sight of you so debauched like this, completely drunk on his cock and delirious below him. You look the prettiest to him when you’re covered in the mixture of spit, tears, and his precum. “So messy, lemme get a look at you.” he’s gritting out while yanking your head back and off of his cock. The sounds of you choking and gasping or air are music to his ears and he watches your eyes roll back in relief at the sudden grant of air to your lungs.

Your face and chest are flushed a deep red, his cock throbs at the sight of your bare breasts equally covered in your drool. He loves seeing you so fucking messy, he fights the urge to lick you clean while he stuffs your neglected hole. You blink up at him with watery eyes, hyperventilating to try and fill your lungs with as much fresh air as possible before he decides to fuck your throat again. Shota’s bloodshot eyes loom over your trembling form, allowing you a modicum of generosity as he decides what to do with you.

“Sit up.” His demand confuses you, but you oblige him by doing just that. You sit up straight on your knees and hold his half lidded gaze before he’s pulling you close again, his free hand is fisting the base of his cock, pointing it towards your parted lips. He licks his own lips at the sight of your eager mouth, letting his greed for you consume him completely. “Give me those pretty tits, pet.”

Oh. That’s what this is?

Your swollen lips curve into a small smile, making a show out of cupping the underside of your breasts- letting your fingertips just barely graze your sensitive nipples for his lustful view. You know exactly what you’re doing, watching the way his blown out pupils narrow on your hardened peaks. He admires this about you, how no matter how in control of a situation he is- you always find a way to test him. You love to push back wherever you can, it’s what makes your dynamic with each other all the better.

You bring your breasts to envelope his sticky shaft, letting a thick glob of saliva drizzle from your tongue onto his red, swollen tip like honey. He’s hissing at the sight, watching his shaft nearly disappear between your full mounds. You waste almost no time before wrapping your lips around the pretty head of his cock, suckling on it while you arch your spine and stroke his shaft with your breasts. Your hands start the work before his natural instinct to start thrusting his hips kicks in, fucking your tits in earnest. You’re buzzing with need all over, watching his disheveled, long black locks stick to the clammy skin of his neck and shoulders. His hair is so fucking sexy, you can’t wait to sink your hands into it and give him the same treatment he’s been giving you when he decides to return the favor.

“That’s more like it. Fuck baby,” his hips are slamming up against your chest, you feel the recoil in your tits as you meet his thrusts with your drooling mouth. The taste of his pre is fueling your desire and you swipe your tongue back and forth over his salty tip. You feel the tears stinging your lashes finally spill and roll down your burning cheeks, crying from your overwhelming need for Shota to cum down your throat and take care of you. You’re trying so hard for him, and you’ve been doing such a great job. But your boyfriend isn’t quite ready to give you your praise yet- wanting to make you work even harder before he commends you.

That selfishness in you begins to eat away at your greediness, possessing one of your hands that’s helping squish your tits against Shota’s burning hot length to sneak away and down between your sticky thighs. You’re completely soaked, dripping arousal onto the carpet below where you hovered. The first ounce of pressure that your fingertips apply to your throbbing clit has you huffing out a moan against the head of his cock.

Your fingers are quick to bring some friction where you need it, frantically circling the bundle of nerves while you continue to slobber on his pulsing length. Your boyfriend notices what you’re doing and feels a jolt of anger and red hot arousal shoot straight to his cock. “Impatient slut,” he’s barking out from above, not letting his hips relent as they continue to fuck up against your chest and into your drooling mouth. “Sucking my cock turn you on this much? Or do you just like being used like a whore this much” His voice is strained, the sight of you shamelessly touching yourself while letting him use you exactly how he wants is enough to get that pit in his stomach tightening to an unbearable level.

You’re nodding to the best of your ability at his words, you really do love when Shota’s oh so mean to you like this. You love when he takes what he wants from you, when he reduces you to a pathetic whore through his sharp tongue and fat cock. He scoffs at your honesty, “make yourself cum then, pet. Such a greedy little kitty.” Your fingers work faster to get the knot of arousal in your guts to grow in pressure, wanting nothing more than to cum when he shoots his load down your throat. You know it’s coming, there’s telltale signs that your boyfriend is getting close to his peak- you want to selfishly feel the same relief alongside him.

His cheeks are flushed a deep red, as are his toned pecs that are rising and falling with his quickening breath. You blink through your tears to see his sharp brows are pinched together in focus- like he’s trying to hold himself back without making it obvious. The hand that has yet to give your poor scalp a break is still holding a solid handful of your hair, but you feel the way he’s just barely trembling. Oh- the knowledge that you’re also reducing Shota just as much has you gushing all over your fingers.

Since you know you’re both so close, you decide to take matters into your own hands. You know his body like the back of your hand- you know exactly what’ll send him over the edge, and take a deep breath through your nostrils before pulling your spit covered breasts back and sheathing his entire length down your throat until your nose is buried in the groomed patch of hair covering his base. You shove two fingers past your soaked hole, the sudden penetration shooting you straight over your own edge as your eyes roll back and you let out a gargled wail against his cock. The vibrations in your throat radiate against his sensitive shaft and tip- making the raven sink his teeth into his plump bottom lip to bite back the moan that echoes through the living room. He’s hitting his peak suddenly and shooting his thick, creamy load straight down your throat.

You try to swallow every ounce of his release, there’s just so much you feel it overflowing and dripping out of the corners of your lips. Your fingers continue to pump inside your pulsing hole to milk your own orgasm- hips twitching to follow the friction while you bathe in the sounds of Shota’s slutty groans as he’s getting through his own high.

You do your damned best, throat swallowing around his swollen, softening cock until he’s finally releasing your hair and giving you permission to pull your mouth off of him. Your legs are trembling so hard you finally give your aching knees a well deserved break- dropping to sit properly on the carpet below you while you catch your breath. Your throat is raw, but you feel like you could go another ten rounds with the way your boyfriend’s looking at you. Shota’s looking down at you like you’re a deity to be worshipped, already feeling his chubby cock start to stiffen once again as he watches you swipe the leftover cum from your chin onto your finger for you to kitten lick off.

The bulk of his frustration has simmered down at this point, you always take such good care of the exhausted man and he’s feeling his heart swell with pride at the way you blink up at him, ready for his next move. You don’t get much time before you’re being hauled up onto the couch and your roles are reversing- he’s on his knees below you, draping your shaky thighs over each of his bulky shoulders. You can see the way his bloodshot eyes darken as his gaze lands on your glistening cunt, still throbbing with need for him. “What a messy girl.”

How on earth you could be so turned on from letting him fuck your throat the way he does is beyond him, but he drags the inevitable out- sinking his canines in your soft inner thigh before sucking a love bite into the tender skin. You yelp at the sting, moaning at the feeling of his tongue soothing over the pain. You squirm against the leather cushions, growing impatient as you ache for his mouth on your pulsing heat. He grins at the restlessness you demonstrate, fueling his cruel need to drag things out even more.

He wants to make you as needy for him as he is for you. He swears you have him wrapped around your finger- even though he takes on the dominant role in your relationship, you have a way of making him so weak for you. But he knows you know this, knows that your dynamic goes both ways- and as you said earlier: Shota is just as much a giver as he is a taker.

Judging by the way he’s looking up at you with that devious glint in his eyes, it seems as though Shota is planning on selfishly taking just a bit more before he finally gives you what you want ♡

Warning: Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Content, Self-Pleasure , Mild Degradation

Summary: Aizawa comes home exhausted and picks a fight he doesn't mean, leading to three days of agonizing silence until he finds out exactly how you've been spending your lonely afternoons.

The front door clicked shut a little harder than usual. Shota Aizawa stepped inside, his shoulders tense and his capture weapon hanging loosely around his neck. His eyes looked heavier than normal, appearing more tired and irritated. This was the kind of exhaustion that sleep alone couldn’t fix. You noticed it immediately.

“Hey,” you said, trying to keep your voice light. “Rough day?”

He didn’t answer right away. He kicked off his shoes and walked past you, dropping his bag with a dull thud.

“…You could say that.”

That tone was flat and distant. You hesitated, feeling your good mood from earlier start to fade. “You wanna talk about it?”

Aizawa rubbed his face as he headed toward the kitchen. “Not really.”

His short response stung more than it should have.

You followed anyway. “You sure? You look like you’ve been through it.”

“I said I’m fine.”

That did it. The edge in his voice snapped something in you.

“Okay, but you don’t have to bite my head off about it.”

He turned, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I’m not.”

“You kind of are.”

Aizawa exhaled sharply, clearly losing patience. “I just got off a long day dealing with reckless students and endless paperwork. I don’t need this right now.”

“This?” you echoed, hurt creeping into your voice. “I’m just asking how you are.”

“And I said I’m fine.”

“No, you shut me down.”

Silence filled the space between you for a moment, but it wasn’t calm. It felt tight and pressurized.

“You’re making this bigger than it is,” he muttered.

“And you’re acting like I’m a problem for caring!”

That was the breaking point.

“Not everything has to turn into a conversation,” Aizawa snapped, his voice raising just enough to cut deep. “Sometimes I just want quiet when I get home.”

Your chest tightened. “So I’m… what? Noise now?”

He didn’t answer right away, and that hesitation spoke volumes.

You stepped back as if you’d been pushed.

“Wow.”

The argument spiraled from there. Words flew too fast, emotions became too loud, and neither of you really listened anymore. By the time it ended, the apartment felt colder than it ever had. Aizawa retreated to the bedroom without another word, and you ended up on the couch.

The lights were off, but sleep wouldn’t come. The couch felt unfamiliar and uncomfortable—not because of the cushions, but because you weren’t where you were supposed to be. You stared at the ceiling, replaying everything. The way his voice sounded. The way yours did too.

It wasn’t just the argument. It was what lay beneath it—stress, distance, and things neither of you had said out loud in a while. From down the hall, the apartment remained quiet. Too quiet. You turned onto your side, pulling the blanket tighter, trying to ignore the small, aching thought in your chest: This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

In the bedroom, Aizawa wasn’t asleep either. He stared at the ceiling, one arm draped over his eyes. He knew he had snapped. He knew you didn’t deserve that. But the weight of the day—students getting hurt, the pressure of being responsible for them, the constant exhaustion—all piled up and somehow spilled onto you. That made it worse. He let out a slow breath, frustrated with himself now.

“…Tch.”

The apartment stayed divided that night—two people who cared about each other, stuck on opposite sides of one argument neither of them handled well.

•••

The first day, you told yourself it was just space.

By the second, it started to hurt.

By the third, it was unbearable.

The apartment didn’t feel like home anymore. It felt like a place where you were just existing.

You would hear him moving around in the mornings. You heard the soft shuffle of Shota Aizawa getting ready for work. You recognized the low clink of a mug and the gentle rustle of his capture weapon as he adjusted it.

These sounds used to comfort you.

Now they only reminded you of what you couldn’t have.

You stayed in bed longer than usual, staring at the door, hoping he would open it. You hoped he would say something. Anything.

But he never did.

At night, it was worse.

You sat on the couch, pretending to watch something, but your eyes weren’t on the screen. Every little sound down the hall grabbed your attention.

You missed him in ways that felt almost physical.

You missed his messy hair falling into his eyes. You missed the faint scent of his clothes when he passed by. You missed the way his hand would absentmindedly find yours, like it belonged there.

Now there was nothing.

No touches.

No lingering glances.

Not even a quiet “goodnight.”

Just silence.

You tried.

You started with small things.

“Hey…” one evening, you whispered as he walked past.

He paused for just a moment.

Your heart jumped.

“…Did you eat?”

A simple question. Safe. Careful.

“…Yeah,” he answered without looking at you, continuing down the hall.

And that was it.

The moment closed before it even had a chance to begin.

You started to feel invisible.

It felt like your presence didn’t reach him anymore.

What hurt the most wasn't just that he ignored you.

It was that you could feel he wanted to say something too.

You caught it in the way he lingered for just a half-second too long in the doorway. Or how his shoulders tensed like he was about to turn back, but he forced himself not to.

He was holding back.

Just like you.

Neither of you wanted to be the first to break.

Not out of pride, but fear.

Fear that if you spoke, it would come out wrong again.

Fear that the other wouldn’t meet you halfway.

Fear that maybe things weren’t as easy to fix as they used to be.

One night, it finally became too much.

You sat on the couch again, hugging your knees, the silence pressing in on you.

“…I miss you,” you whispered into the empty room.

You didn’t expect him to hear it.

But down the hall, there was a shift.

A pause.

Aizawa stood just out of sight, your words hitting harder than anything else had in the past few days.

His hand tightened slightly at his side.

Because the truth was he missed you too.

More than he was willing to admit out loud.

•••

You feel the ache building inside you, a restless heat that coils tighter with every passing minute. It's been too long since you and he tangled together in the sheets, his body pressed against yours, and the deprivation gnaws at your core.

Your skin prickles with unmet desire, your pussy throbbing faintly as you imagine his touch—rough fingers sliding between your thighs, parting your slick folds, dipping inside to stroke that spot that makes you gasp.

You crave his mouth on you, his tongue lapping at your clit, swirling slow and deliberate until you're writhing, begging for more.

You want him to wrap his arms around you, pull you flush against his chest, his breath hot on your neck as he murmurs filthy promises, guiding you through the waves of pleasure with that deep, commanding voice.

But he's not here. Won't be for another hour, at least. The emptiness of the house amplifies your longing, so you slip into your shared bedroom, the familiar scent of him lingering in the air like a tease.

Your eyes land on his pillow, still indented from where his head rested last night. Heart pounding, you climb onto the bed, grabbing it and pressing it between your legs.

The soft fabric rubs against your aching core as you grind down, hips rolling in desperate circles.

A soft moan escapes your lips, your hands clutching the pillow like it's his body, imagining his cock filling you instead—thick and hard, thrusting deep while he holds you tight, whispering how good you feel clenching around him.

The friction builds the pressure, your breaths coming faster, but it's not enough. Not without him. You rock harder, chasing the release that hovers just out of reach.

•••

You glanced at the clock and felt a surge of panic. He’d be home any second. Shivering and soaked, you scrambled off the bed. You flipped the pillow to its dry side with shaky hands and practically fled the room. By the time the front door clicked shut, you were curled up on the sofa, the picture of innocence, hoping he wouldn’t notice the damp evidence you’d left behind.

He entered with the heavy step of a long day, heading straight for the bedroom and ignoring the living room. You held your breath, hearing the bed creak as he sat down. He peeled off his heavy jumpsuit, the fabric rustling in the quiet room.

Then the silence sharpened. He froze, tilting his head as he detected an unfamiliar scent in the air—a smell that didn’t come from the laundry detergent.

His gaze landed on the pillow. He pulled it close, inhaling deeply. The familiar scent of you filled his lungs. Anger flared briefly at the intrusion, but it quickly shifted to something more complicated. He wondered just how frantic you’d look when he finally walked out to confront you.

The bedroom door creaked open, but he remained silent. He leaned against the frame, his jumpsuit discarded, looking at you with an unreadable expression. He held the pillow in one hand. You tried to focus on the TV, but the silence felt overwhelming.

Slowly, he walked over and dropped the pillow into your lap. The damp side was facing up. He leaned down so his face was inches from yours and whispered, "Care to explain why my bed smells exactly like you—and why it’s soaking wet?"

The air in the living room felt charged; the hum of the television faded into white noise against the roar in your ears. You stared down at the damp fabric in your lap, the cool moisture seeping through your clothes, grounding you in a reality you weren’t ready to face.

You couldn’t look up. You knew if you did, you’d see that piercing gaze that could dismantle any defense.

"I..." Your voice broke on the first syllable.

Aizawa didn’t pull away. He stayed close, his shadow stretching over you. The exhaustion he’d carried for the last three days was still there, but it was edged out by a sharp intensity. He reached out, his thumb hooking under your chin to lift your gaze.

His eyes weren’t glowing red, but they were dark—darker than usual—and searching. "Three days of silence," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "Three days of acting like we’re strangers. And this is what you've been doing while I’m gone?"

"I missed you," you whispered, the truth breaking through your embarrassment. "It was the only way I could... I just wanted to feel close to you."

The hardness in his expression softened. The hand under your chin relaxed, his thumb tracing your jawline. He let out a long, ragged breath—the kind he only released when he was finally dropping his guard.

"You’re a brat," he muttered, though the sting was gone, replaced by raw honesty. He sank onto the edge of the sofa next to you, his thigh pressing against yours. "I’ve been sitting in that faculty room for ten hours a day thinking about how much I hated coming home to a quiet house. Hating that I made it that way."

He took the damp pillow from your lap and tossed it on the floor, then pulled you firmly against his side. His arm wrapped around your shoulders, drawing you into his warmth.

"If you’re that desperate," he growled softly, his lips brushing your temple, "don’t waste it on a pillow. If you want me, you tell me. No more silence."

He turned his head, his nose grazing yours, his dark eyes fixed on your mouth with a hunger that proved he’d been starving just as much as you had.

"Now," he breathed, his hand sliding down to grip your waist, "show me exactly how much you missed me. Properly this time."

Feeling Much Better

A Cat Hybrid!Aizawa x Reader One Shot

AN: Yet another submission for the esteemed c4ptnlee fanfic contest. This time the word limit was 1800 and I just barely made the cut off. This was so fun to write and is surprisingly my first aizawa x reader fic ever so... enjoy :p

Tired eyes look up at you from the floor. Large, impossibly needy eyes. The dark irises are nearly swallowed by the pitch-black pupils, yet they reflect the light in a way that makes them glimmer. At the crown of his head, situated perfectly on either side, velvety black ears pin back flat, not angry or fearful, but pleading and desperate.

“Please,” Shota whispers. “Please, Miss. I need—“

Fervent purrs interrupt him, the low rumble traveling through the air and into your chest. He dares to shuffle closer, but you halt him with the ball of your foot and push him back. His hands stay obediently on his thighs, but razor-sharp claws extend and retract as he clenches them repeatedly.

── .✦ A REVEALING BIRTHDAY PRESENT husband! aizawa shouta x female!reader

Y/n = Pink and Shouta = Purple

trigger warning: nothing too detailed nor explicit scenes!

The rays of sunlight that slipped through the curtains and fell into the dark bedroom provided a small trace of light. It was those very rays, shining on his face and tickling his nose, that stirred the black-haired man from his sleep. A rough grumble escaped him as he stretched his arm across to the other side of the bed, reaching for his wife—yet he felt nothing but the cool surface of the bedsheet. Shouta let out a soft sigh as he turned onto his back and laid his arm across his forehead, staring monotonously at the ceiling.

His chest rose and fell with every breath he drew through his nose, as he listened to the birds chirping outside. They sang their morning songs now that the sun had risen on the horizon, announcing the start of a new day. A morning that Shouta utterly despised.

But who actually liked getting up so early?

The bedroom door opened a small crack, and a head poked out—his wife, Y/n. She smiled at him every morning with those sparkling eyes she always had when she saw her husband.

She was an optimistic and strong woman, someone who loved to put a smile on other people's faces.

Yet today, she was surprisingly quiet, almost as if behind her loving eyes she had a surprise for her husband, who was celebrating his birthday. "Good morning, honey!", she said, stepping in as she carried a tray with breakfast and a cup of black coffee to the bed and set it down on the nightstand. She leaned over him and pressed a gentle kiss to Shouta's lips before pulling back and straightening up.

"How did you sleep today?", she asked, as she turned to the window, drew back the curtains, and opened it to let in some fresh air. "Not enough...", he sighed, as he unconsciously sat up and wiped his face, still sleepy and tousle. She chuckled and shook her head at his typical answer—of course he had answered that way. Y/n fished his clothes out of the wardrobe and grabbed his capture scarf, which had been thrown over the chair.

"When did you go to bed?", she asked her husband as she laid his clothes and the scarf on the bed. "I hope you didn't stay up late at the office working.", she added, now standing in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"You already know my answer, sweetheart.", he replied dryly, taking the hot cup of freshly brewed black coffee in his hand and taking a sip of the bitter, dark liquid. She huffed indignantly and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Shouta Aizawa, you should listen to your wife and go to bed earlier! No wonder you were lacking sleep and often passed out."

She scolded him, feeling his dark gaze pierce her soul as if he wanted to plant himself inside her. Sometimes she shivered at his look—it often intimidated her without him even meaning to.

He exhaled quietly as he set his coffee cup down on the serving tray and let his large, rough hands wander to her waist. Then he pulled her between his spread legs. "I'd apologize, but I'm not really sorry.", he teased, a lazy grin on his lips. She clicked her tongue as she pinched his cheeks like a little child. He grimaced.

"Shouta!", she gasped, furrowing her brows. "| get it, no need to pinch my cheeks.", the H/c-haired woman puffed up her cheeks as she cupped his face in her hands. "Today is your birthday, and without the birthday boy, there's no cake and no presents.", she murmured almost to herself, in a childlike voice. "Y/n, sweetheart, I'm not a little kid anymore; you don't have to go to all this trouble...", he said bluntly. Yet the more he saw how his wife spoke these words and looked at him, the warmer his heart felt. "But I am grateful for everything you do for me.", he traced his thumbs along her hips as a faint, almost invisible smile played on his lips.

She smiled at him and ran her fingers along his jawline.

"I know, but today | have something special for you...", she whispered between his lips. Before he could say anything or collect his thoughts, she pulled away from his arms and looked at him with a mischievous grin. "But not now—finish your breakfast first and get ready for work.", she gave him one last kiss on the lips before disappearing from the room.

Shouta watched her go silently and exhaled.

"She's driving me crazy..."

The clock struck six in the evening as Shouta stepped through the front door with tense muscles and took off his shoes. "Honey, I'm home!", he murmured quietly, slipping into his slippers and walking down the hallway to the kitchen-living room, wrinkling his nose. "Those problem children really drove me crazy again today...", he began to talk about his day—something he did every time for his hyperactive wife, since she loved hearing about his day at work.

But when he heard neither a reply nor her distinct, excitement-filled voice, he raised an eyebrow. "Y/n?", he called. Yet, when he opened the door to the kitchen-living room, his breath caught in his lungs.

The dark-haired man looked stunned at his half-naked wife, who wore nothing but her black lingerie, which he had bought for her years ago and which she had rarely worn. Seeing her that evening in this outfit made him suddenly feel warmth all over his body—something that was far too rare for him, yet so familiar.

His jaw tightened as he saw his wife sitting on the edge of the dining table, innocent yet seductive, as if she hadn't just taken his breath away. It wasn't that Shouta and Y/n hadn't been intimate—on the contrary, they had—but not as often as one might imagine. It was so rare for the couple to be physically close that, despite being married for years, they only slept together occasionally.

That this evening, on his birthday, felt particularly intense, he noticed from the way it grew tight in his pants.

"Happy birthday, Shouta,", she said with a smile, tilting her head to the side as she watched her husband. The facade Y/n wore was just a mask to hide the inner turmoil of her nervousness and the thrill of excitement. "I made your favorite meal, unless you have other wishes.", the sound of her voice was as sweet as honey, and Shouta would have been doomed if he hadn't admitted that he wanted to hear more from her. Shouta was frozen in place as he tried to clear his mind, but the longer he looked at his wife, the less he could control his thoughts. When her voice pulled him back from his reverie into reality, he exhaled softly and deeply. After a few seconds, his legs carried him toward her. His steps were silent, yet as predatory as a fox staring hungrily at its prey. When he stood before her and briefly studied her he could not resist. She looked stunning.

"This is a dangerous game you're playing...", he whispered almost into her ear as he slowly took his capture scarf off his neck and let it glide like a snake over her bare thighs down to her waist. Goosebumps spread across her skin as she tried to keep a cool head, but she failed, a shaky breath escaping her. "This was the surprise you mentioned this morning?" he asked, holding her chin between his index finger and thumb as he looked into her sparkling eyes. She nodded in response. Shouta fell silent once more before his free hand cupped her hip and pulled her a little closer.

His hip pressed against hers, making Y/n feel the effect she had on her husband. Her cheeks turned a deep red as he slowly and teasingly slid his hand from her hip to the insides of her thighs, parting them and pressing himself between them. "You're a naughty girl, not that I'm complaining.", he murmured, as he slowly kissed her lips, then trailed down to her neck, and finally to her cleavage—his feather-light kisses marking her skin.

A fire ignited within her body as he sealed her skin with his lips, having wrapped the capture scarf around her thighs and waist, so that she was held firmly and could enjoy her husband's touch.

She bit her lower lip, a soft whimper escaping her, as Shouta gently bit her neck, marking her. She felt his hand wander between her legs, his thumb rubbing over her covered clitoris.

"Shouta...", she breathed, the nerves tingling as she clung to him.

He hummed softly as he hooked his fingers into her underwear and pushed it aside, surveying the view with hungry eyes. "I didn't do much, and you're already wet...", Shouta murmured, studying the expression on his wife's face. "How about we continue this in the bedroom?", he whispered, kissing her shoulder tenderly.

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Cicades buzz outside, filling the internal void of silence. The lights were out in every home, which should've meant you should've been asleep.

But you couldn't.

Not when he wasn't.

deprivation

shota aizawa x reader

characters: shota aizawa, fem! reader

synopsis: the teachers of UA are out at a bar for their weekly happy hour. aizawa is (reluctantly) there, sipping on a beer after a long week of dealing with his students. reader has had a long week dealing with her own classes and other hero work, so she's letting loose tonight.

warnings: alcohol, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), smut!!!

IM BACK! this is the first thing i've written in months so pls be kind to me :) i've missed u guys!

❆ Your first Christmas with Boyfriend!Aizawa ❅

Warnings - none, just some super fluffy Aizawa x reader for Christmas.

Contains - Gender neutral reader