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shota is the type to dote; he is quiet, calm questions at the end of a long day. he’s always attentive— with deep mhm’s rumbling out between pauses in your emphatic re-tellings — while he listens. shota is a man of action who knows you struggle to ask for what you need, so he leads with a gentle hand.

shota fills your water bottle when he notices it’s empty. he helps you into your coat every morning. he does the dishes — not because he’s a fan of chores, but because he knows you hate doing them and knows you always feel better with a clean home & an empty sink.

shota is a man who yearns with enough weight that it feels like he’s drowning at times. he thinks about you often — bandage-wrapped fingers and bruised knuckles send messages during the lulls on patrol. you wake to messages attempting to dictate a fraction of his longing.

[txt] i miss you very much, little angel

shota is devoted — intense and purposeful in his demonstration of love. you manage to puncture his usual apathetic, unethused exterior. you are the only person who he trusts with this version of himself; with you, it’s a hand on the middle of your back, a tight smile that always reaches his eyes, and a bundle of compliments that tumble out unburdened.

shota chases your reactions — the ones where you explode with uncontainable adoration. he never thought he’d be the type of man to fixate on your key-smashed reply to a hazy, half-exposed picture of his body, but here he is. he never thought he’d willfully strip himself down, in both body and soul, for another person. but, he does it over and over for you.

shota pours it all into his hands on your skin, his mouth on yours. he pours it all into whispered filth while he’s buried to the hilt inside you: promises of a future & praise, praise, praise — because in the mess of sex he can let it all tumble it out between tongue and tension. he fucks you right, and he murmurs promises of things he wants while he does; a ring, a winter wedding, a home.

໒꒱  ₊˚   thinking about … clingy aizawa

clingy!aizawa who insists he’s anything but that. he doesn’t hold your hand in public, he doesn’t make a scene, and he definitely doesn’t hunt you down the second he gets home just to fall into your arms. he doesn’t like every post you make—certainly not the second you post it. while he’s busy at work, he won’t send updates every hour either. instead, he just makes up for the lost time later.

so to clingy!aizawa, he’s just a distant boyfriend.

no, instead clingy!aizawa is a different case. 

clingy!aizawa always makes sure to sit right next to you whenever possible. on your couch that’s far too small for two people, the two of you end up squished together like sardines. at cafés where most tables have seats facing each other, he’ll somehow find the singular table with chairs side by side.

if you wake up later than him, clingy!aizawa slows his morning routine down just a little. he’ll wait until he hears the familiar rustle of sheets and your footsteps down the hall before meeting you in the bathroom to brush your teeth together. subconsciously, he’ll lean his weight toward you before spitting out his toothpaste and grumbling that he’ll make breakfast.

when your grocery trip takes longer than usual, clingy!aizawa’s knees start bouncing absentmindedly, his lip caught between his teeth. but the second he hears keys slide into the lock, he stops immediately and moves to help you carry the far-too-many bags you’ve brought home.

clingy!aizawa claims he doesn’t care much for a kiss on the cheek before leaving for work. he especially says he doesn’t like it when you pack him lunch. it’s “too domestic,” according to him. still, he can’t help the way his body relaxes afterward, or how the rest of his day feels just a little brighter even when his students are causing more trouble than usual.

and no matter how much he complains, clingy!aizawa can’t actually bring himself to hate when your freezing feet rest on his lap. he’ll grumble about it, sure, but the moment you feel bad and try to pull them away, his hand grabs your ankle and pushes them right back where they were.

still, clingy!aizawa is only human. when he comes back from his nightly patrols, he’ll shower before quietly slipping into bed beside your sleeping form. his hands find your stomach automatically, his body curling close to your warmth.

you’d never know it, though. clingy!aizawa always wakes earlier than you to get ready for the day. but there are expectations on the rare mornings when he sleeps through his alarm.

on those lucky days, you can finally see just how much clingy!aizawa loves you. his head tucked into your neck, legs tangled with yours like a ball of yarn. he’s holding you tighter than he ever would while awake.

and, much to your amusement, you pretend to stay asleep when clingy!aizawa finally stirs muttering under his breath as he realizes he’s probably going to be late.

and the cherry on top is the soft way clingy!aizawa’s lips meet your forehead just as he leaves the bed.

Aizawa, who’d had a rough and complicated day at work, both in the classroom and during his patrol shift later on and just wanted to get home and lie down on his wife’s thigh.

When Aizawa got home, he saw his wife sleeping in one of his shirts; her thighs were clearly visible and looked incredibly tempting to him. An ironic smile appears on his lips as he walks to the edge of the bed.

Shota, unable to resist, kneels on the bed and squeezes her thighs before starting to kiss her; before he knows it, the kisses have turned into bites and hickies. Aizawa, who couldn’t let you sleep and woke you up just to get your permission for him to eat your pussy. “Honey, spread your legs for me, please, let me have a little of you” his voice was tired, but desire now outweighed his exhaustion.

His licks started slowly, teasing her clitoris to hear the sighs escaping her lips. Shota begins to suck her clitoris while his finger teases her slit, his gaze drifting down to her breasts, which rise and fall with her irregular breathing as he teases her.

When Aizawa finally gets tired of teasing and starts to really eat her pussy, one of his hands is busy holding her thigh and the other is alternating with his tongue on her clit; his thumb makes circles with light pressure on her nub while his tongue is buried in her folds. Aizawa smiles when he feels your fingers tugging lightly at his hair as his fingers leave your clitoris and begin to penetrate your folds; he knows he’s managed to wake you up for good, even if that wasn’t his plan initially.

The smile on his face only widens when he hears your gasping moans as you close to come on his lips and fingers. “Sho, please” he can only moan with satisfaction against your clitoris.

Aizawa pulls back a little to see your half-open eyes and ragged breathing. “Can you give me another one? Just one more, I promise. Today was really stressful. Can you be a good girl and come again?” he said as he moved a hand to grab your breasts and leaned forward to kiss your lips.

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