shouta's catgirl gf

he finds himself half slumped over a table inside a local cafe, leafing through a stack of ungraded papers he'd neglected. his afternoon patrol shift had bled into the darker evening hours, forcing him to deal with the more severe unpleasantries that came with fighting villains. he remembered how the server's chest visibly tightened at the sight of his blood crusted fingernails and heavy, dark circles underneath his eyes. "so, what do you do for work?"

the question doesn't register right away, his headspace polluted with violence and filthy thoughts about you. "school teacher," he sighs and clanks the empty coffee mug on the table. the server takes pity upon him, swiping up the dish and proceeding to brew the night's last pot of coffee. he hates himself, not because of the faces he's maimed or the bodies he's mutilated - but for leaving you in tears the previous night at your own apartment doorstep. nothing compared to the emotional anguish he felt from knowing you couldn't sleep due to his mistakes, a side effect of his gruff exterior.

"seems i've overstayed." he unlocks his phone to zero messages and calls from your number, the screen's brightness causing his head to spin. "thanks for the extra coffee." he sets a generous tip on the table, although not sure if the server heard him. with shaky hands, he dials your number after almost a full day of silence. you're up, of course - hating yourself for coming off as detached after a such a intimate night of passion. unexpectedly, you phone rings and shouta's name appears on your screen. you let it ring a few times before answering, not wanting to appear desperate though you'd give anything to talk to him in the moment. "hey."

"you picked up," he announces stoically. "didn't think you would. but, yeah. i just wanted to hear your voice is all." he meanders down a dimly lit alleyway, propping himself up against the brick wall beside a broken streetlight. "let me make things right, please. i'd give anything to see you right now." his tone is serious - not the same one he reserves for a classroom of rowdy students or for threatening a villain about to meet their fate. there's a direness to it, an urgency to prove your suspicions wrong - mainly the narrative that he doesn't truly love you, he'd only uttered the phrase in post coital bliss.

you couldn't have been more wrong. "it's my fault for being so forward about everything. didn't want to scare you off, but my feelings for you? they're real." his pleas echo off the walls, the cold darkened atmosphere a stark contrast to the warmth that radiated off your body last night. "you there, y/n?"

from a young age, you'd always been insecure about yourself and required validation from others to craft a sense of self worth. partners had hurt you before, and you learned to guard your heart closely - even from a man as rare as shouta, who would burn cities to the ground if it meant an eternity with you. over two months of knowing each other, he fought hard for your affection, not once pressured you for intimacy and allowed you plenty of space to regulate your emotions. there was no reason to distrust him or suspect he had poor intentions - especially not after how delicate your first time had been.

before you, shouta was never the type to cuddle after sex - it felt too intimate, stripped his soul completely bare and gave him a hollow feeling in his chest. until your first night together, basking in the aftershocks of your lovemaking - him dragging your back taut against his chest, setting his large palm over your tummy and nestling into the crook of your neck. hoping dearly that you heard him utter the words i love you but simultaneously horrified his confession had the opposite effect.

a system of communication was installed prior to your intimate actions, an hour or so spent bouncing ideas and questions off of each other. things started off simple - "so, what do you like? in bed, that is." he's aware how nervous you are, the stiff posture of your body alone a sign that you're emotionally closed off. "there's no right or wrong answer," he adjusts the volume of his voice. "whatever we say stays between us. you can make certain of that." it shouldn't be like this, hesitating to relay your healthy sexual desires to a man you've been emotionally invested in for months.

and at the same time, it's impossible to reassure a lover of their worth who is afraid to admit a void exists within them. "you're looking at me like you want to kiss me," you crack a sly smile, intentionally baiting him to overshadow your awkward behavior. "oh? is that an invitation?" shouta inches closer to you on his sofa, one arm caressing your back in a way that begs you to lean into him. "because i'd love nothing more than to kiss you right now." the heat of his breath ghosts over your lips, warm and inviting.

"you're so adorable when flustered." he pauses rubbing circles on your back, draping his arm over your shoulder instead to guide your body closer to his. the boldness of his actions is refreshing, so much so that your lips part on their own to let his tongue take over. he's damn skilled with the way he kisses - in search of that void within you with the incentive to pour out every ounce of his undying love. he withdraws, pulling off with a sneaky bite to your lip. "sho, i've never been kissed like that, ever. but i'm not a prude, it's just not many men want to kiss me."

"now, that can't be true. not with how gorgeous you are. and there's no way you can be a prude, not with how you're pressing up against me right now." he's right - you're practically straddling him, the position brought about by the passionate make out session. "not that i'm complaining with these gorgeous hips around me. let me ask you again. what do you like in bed? what makes your pussy wet?" he wants to lead you into deeper territory, mentally preparing you for intimate actions rather than force physical touch upon you.

"when you touch me, especially on my hips. my waist, too." he grins devilishly, firmly gripping your hips to grind down against his lap. "fuck, you know what? these are the best hips i've ever held. perfect for my hands, they fit so well and drive me insane." you feel safer now - and he senses how your body has relaxed, calmly stirring in his lap until you feel confident enough to make your move. "what do you like?"

he's pleased that you pitched the question. "you know what get's me going? messy sex. the kind that's full of passion and free of judgment. when my dick is sensitive from being sucked and fucked by my partner's mouth and pussy so many times. messy sex with a girl that isn't afraid to get a little nasty? that's exactly what i'm into."

you avert your eyes for a split second out of shame before focusing in on him. "it's difficult for me to immerse myself in sex and truly enjoy it. my past experiences weren't all that great, there was never the a right time to explore sex with my partners. it was all about them, their pleasure." he waits for you to finish speaking before sighing dramatically. "your body is made for pleasure, baby. and you have this natural sexuality about you. it's refreshing to have someone who wants to explore sex. and not just the mechanical aspects of it either. i'm sorry you've been failed in that department. but, this means i can be the first to show you how good your body can feel."

an unfamiliar feeling reaches him out of the blue, performance anxiety. the stakes are much higher - his confidence wavers and the weight of the moment makes the room feel suffocating. someone as touch starved and vulnerable as yourself deserves proper affection, and he's never been more terrified of screwing things up. "listen, if you're not ready to indulge yourself there is no rush. having you on my lap, slowly rolling your hips sounds perfect. but, something tells me there's a dirty girl deep within you that just hasn't come out yet." your blush deepens and you shift in his lap, nudging his bulge with your thigh.

memories of the buildup flash in the back of your mind in the present, trying to find the right words to fill the empty silence over the phone. "i'm here, sho." your voice is smooth as silk, laced with the reassurance he needs in the moment to feel whole again. it was the same tone you used when thanking him after he ran you a warm bath following your love making and embraced you in the tub - kissing your back and shoulders from behind, as if the tenderness would sooth your sore muscles. he's devastatingly in love, unable to wipe the tears that stream down your cheeks and catch the droplets before they hit the water.

"be honest with me, did you just say all that in the moment?" the question coerces the truth from him, phone shaky in his grip. "all that as in, saying i loved you? are you implying that was said only because it was during the heat of the moment? well, i'm not about to confirm that. because it would be fucking wrong. goddamn, i wish you were here. wish i could hold you again and tell you all over," he chokes on a sob. "tell you that my love is real. not just something said because of how hard i orgasmed."

he wished you didn't leave as soon as the bath water cooled - it disturbed him how quickly you dried your body and clothed yourself with a degree of urgency a casual fling would have. you tossed him a clean towel, waiting for him to finish up in the bathroom before meeting you on your way out. "you really don't have to leave, it's not a problem for you to stay." he runs a hand through his damp hair, shirt half unbuttoned and not even wearing a belt. "it's not that, there's somewhere i need to be in the morning."

"if you thought i was bluffing about my morning responsibility, you're incorrect. i had a job interview pretty early." he didn't care about your excuse, but was relieved to know it wasn't a lie. "was i too forward?" he sets the phone down on his restless knee for a second, waiting for you to reply. "not at all, it wasn't that. i genuinely wanted to have sex with you. and i still do. it was the best sexual experience of my life," you admit sincerely, your arousal evolving at the fantasy of making love again. "then let's see each other, as soon as possible. is now a decent time? it's late, yeah. but-" your response is immediate, representative of your hunger for his devotion. "come over then, i'm not doing anything."

shouta wasn't as familiar with your apartment, aside from you inviting him over out of convenience. if he happened to be in the area, you'd offer him a place to stay - a shower, a meal, anything you could offer was at his fingertips. he didn't take advantage of your kindness often, not wanting to impose or be dependent on you. "look who it is." you greet him at the door - he looks more disheveled that usual, but the look is oddly handsome and complimentary to his "rough around the edges" personality.

"yeah, thought i'd stop by." he casually steps into your apartment - there's water already on the coffee table and he knew you'd brew him a cup of coffee if he's asked. before you could offer him anything, he wraps his arms around you with such force that it knocks you off balance. "sho," the feeling sinks in - it's not lust or infatuation he's displaying but ravenous desire to touch you properly again, and this time, without confusion. "fuck, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to scare you off with my feelings." he cups your face in his hands, kissing your cheeks and forehead with care.

"it's okay, sho. my apologies to you as well." you gesture for him to sit with you on the sofa, weakening the emotional tension to make room for an honest conversation. "my reaction was juvenile. you really treated me unlike any other man has. i was afraid of my own feelings and projected my fears. honestly, it would make sense if you lost interest." he shakes his head, knowing he never got that impression from someone who has aided him in times of need. "not once did i lose interest in you. you've done more for me than most people have. the least i could have done was take care of you after sex."

"i'm starved for you, shouta. and it's only been less than 24 hours. isn't that pathetic? that i ran away all immature from the only man who could ever satisfy my cravings." his gaze lingers on your lips, each stiff exhale a telltale sign of how exasperated you are. "maybe we could try things again, the same way and same amount of passion." resting a hand against your back, he pulls you in for a messier kiss, tongue invading your mouth and spiking your arousal. "carry me, my room's over there behind the wall."

shouta couldn't care less than the walls are thin, and neither can you when his dick is that good. his thrusts are unrestrained, hips losing control as he slams into your tight cunt with a newfound incentive - to claim you, make you his until the end of time. "that's it, baby. taking my cock so well, so deep. knew you were made for me, fuck." the sounds your bodies produce are incredibly lewd, the tight grip of your velvet walls prompting him to slow his rhythm. "sorry baby, don't wanna finish too quick."

his forehead is slick and sweat drenched against yours, dark hairs framing his handsome face as he rolls his hips languidly. tonight was about worshipping you body and clearing your head of any intrusive doubts concerning his love and devotion for you. there would be plenty of other opportunities to take his aggression out on your pussy for his own relief, but he couldn't sleep at night aware of your uncertainty towards him. "pussy feels too good, mind if i throw these pretty legs over my shoulders? can get real deep that way."

your body speaks for you, automatically adjusting your hips to compliment the new variation of missionary. "that's it, perfect. can see your pretty face, hold it in my hands while i'm wrecking you." careful not to crush you with his weight, his forearms momentarily brush the crook under your knees before pressing side by side with yours. he observes your expression, watching for discomfort and any potential strain on your limbs. "move sho, please."

"say less," he winks and proceeds to rock your caged body back and forth. the glowing admiration in his eyes is more than reassuring, each grunt and groan a testament to the type of man he is - not just a lover, but a companion to his woman, his muse. his everything, who he intends to worship for the rest of his days. "i'm not deserving of a woman like you." his thrusts are shallow, the thought of withdrawing from your soaked warmth unfathomable.

"don't say that, sho. you're worthy. not sure of me, but-" his body lurches forward sharply, rage creeping in his soul - but not at you, never at you, only the pathetic so called men who put your needs on the back burner and instilled devastating insecurities. "stop it, right there. yes, you." there's pain etched into your features, derived from years of trauma and neglect that he can't get himself to acknowledge directly. "please, stop. i can't hold you any tighter, as much as i want to. can't destroy those who carved the void in your soul."

"you have." the words tumble from your lips with ease, neither rehearsed or insincere. "i feel less empty because of you." he freezes - but his body withstands the anxiety and tension, not wanting to disrupt your calm state. he lowers your legs, preferring that you wrap them around his waist to control the depth of penetration. the speed of his thrusts become rapid, a telltale signal that he's ready to empty himself inside you. "need you here with me, always." your ankles are tied at the small of his back, pulling him inwards pursuing your own climax. "can't hold out any longer, fuck."

shouta cums with a roar, monitoring his strength as not to collapse on you. an endless steam of heat fills your insides, his cock throbbing in tandem with your cunt's contractions. "fucking hell," he pants - satisfied by how cockdrunk you appear, face contorted in bliss and body responsive to his every touch. "you did beautifully for me." he seals his confession with a kiss, glancing down between your bodies where his cum pools beneath your ass.

"fuck, quit teasing me like that." he's typically impatient, the type of man who refuses to take his sweet time when it comes to his own body and pleasure. he claims that he hates when you edge him, initially opposed to the idea of giving up control in the bedroom. "just, let me use your mouth. c'mon baby, please." his aversion to submission is questionable given how easily he melts into the simplest touch, resting only the tip inside your warm mouth.

just like the rest of his cock, his tip is its perfect match. the roundness is perfect for the shape of your greedy lips and size thick enough to stretch the corners of your mouth. "that's fuckin' it, baby. need more, need you to drool for me more." shouta's nails pry at your scalp, which only happens if you're choking on him entirely or just swiping his sensitive slit with the tip of your tongue. in this case, it's the latter - you've never seen him so pathetically defeated by pleasure, awaiting more lubrication to pour from your hot, silky mouth.

"oh fuck, good girl." your incoming flow of spit soaks his length down to his balls, plenty for him to work with but not quite enough to get himself off. you'd never get him to admit it, but a few of the strongest orgasms he's had were the result of submission. "you're gonna make me blow my load, keep edging me while i jerk off." his hand does all the work, pumping his shaft up and down vigorously while avoiding your eyes. he doesn't want to cum just yet, but that doesn't stop him from begging - you staring back into his soul with those seductive eyes, blown wide from the erotic nature of oral sex, it would kill him.

"need to cum, need to fuckin' cum. god, please." in the rare instances that you meet his eyes, they reflect his erratic physical state, how damn close he is to the pleasure he craves. he fucks up into his fist with newfound speed the closer he gets, elevating his hips ever so slightly - cause you'd never allow him to cum in your mouth after disobeying you, maybe not at all. and he knows this, grateful for any lubrication from your sloppy mouth that grips him with urgency.

in one careful motion, you remove your mouth completely, every nerve in his body screaming at him to shove himself down that slutty throat of yours. "wanna cum, sho?" one wink undoes him, the gesture giving him the green light to fill your mouth up with his seed after being edged for more than an hour. "ah, f-fuck. feels so damn good i-" he sputters nonsense, hips bucking inconsistently with each intense spurt from his throbbing tip, which is still the only part of his cock trapped inside your mouth.

he fills your mouth completely, hot cum overflowing past the corners and sliding down the arch of your throat. the sheer amount of his cum would stain your tastebuds for days, a volume of liquid he could only produce if he'd just let you take over for once.

IN YOUR PUSSY!

nothing frustrates shouta more than how mean you can be when he's balls deep in your pussy, especially in positions that require him to surrender. "fucking hell, i swear. don't make me, ugh-" different variations of cowgirl are ideal for taunting him, withdrawing his cock nearly all the way so your hole barely clutches the tip. edging him with your pussy often results in failure on his end, but you can't really blame the man.

you feel so damn tight and warm when he spears you relentlessly, so close to orgasm where he wouldn't dare to pull out. he slows the rhythm of his hips, watching you lean back in cowgirl keeping himself seated inside you. he can see everything - your thighs caging him, sweat forming on the undersides of your breasts as they bounce, your flexible torso writhing against him so perfectly.

but his favorite part had to be how divine your cunt looked from his angle - drenched folds, a stretched hole, a cute clit peeking out from under its hood. he could easily have pulled out and jerked himself to completion, covering the outside of your gorgeous pussy with a thick load. an effort he's been close to accomplishing many times when your hips are raised up high - higher than usual, tilting your body further back so only his tip remains inside.

he's enamored at the sight, your hips rolling in small circles to stimulate all surfaces of his tip without bouncing up and down. "hate this, hate when you tease me like this. can't just let me ruin your hole the way i please?" shouta collapses on his back and searches for a pillow to alleviate the tension soaring through his neck. "can't keep up with you anymore, just- fuck me, already. stop with these games." he's waiting patiently until false hope settles in, realizing your intentions are to get him off agonizingly slow. "aren't you tired? don't you want to- i don't know. slam your ass down on me? fuck my cock like you own it?"

"you think i don't own this cock? wish you could take a look at yourself." it dawns upon him, shame consuming him before a pitiful whine escapes his throat. "we don't have to fuck hard and fast for me to tell you that. look how damn wrecked you are just from me riding the tip." he's too close, the way his balls tighten and hips threaten to bury, fearing he'd cum immediately with one light clench at this point.

"baby, i'm too-" in one final deep thrust, your wet cunt unravels him - sinking down on his thick girth that he'd been deprived of for hours, the victim of your sadistic, sexual torture. he cums harder than any man should, any other man ever has - heat overflowing every surface of his body and nerves set aflame in numbing bliss. your bodies are still connected, the intense heat leaving your pussy with each dribble of his cum seeping past your hole.

jealous bf!aizawa doesn't limit himself to expressing one or two of the major love languages, but is partial towards acts of service and physical touch. shouta's a firm believer than a man should treat his girlfriend as if he has yet to own her heart and holds the way he treats you to a high standard. expensive restaurants and flowers every weekend, monthly trips to luxury resorts, letting you use his credit card freely - but the pampering doesn't stop there. more than anything else in the world, you value how passionately he makes love to you, even if he's exhausted from patrol or drowning in grading assignments. your physical needs aren't ever placed on the back burner, not when his body responds so soundly to your touch.

jealous bf!aizawa isn't a fan of women who make him jealous on purpose. his exes would provoke him by flirting with other men or commenting on another man's level of attractiveness. shouta is naturally jealous, and that's enough for you - at his age, he values maturity in a woman and doesn't tolerate playing games. a real relationship is what he desires, and the right person will lessen the emotional burden of jealousy and mend the insecurities he feels.

jealous bf!aizawa has gotten into predicaments and altercations because of men stepping out of line and crossing his boundaries. once, a stranger put his arm around your shoulder to greet you and shouta had to stop himsell from knocking the man out. now, he knows to settle his hand on the small of your back in public, a form of PDA that he always thought was embarassing. at restaurants, he prefers to sit next to you in booths in order to pull you closeby and kiss you softly when it's appropriate.

jealous bf!aizawa was reluctant to push boundaries early in your relationship that had yet to bloom. a few of his past relationships failed due to a lack of sexual compatibility, fearing his high sex drive would be unappealing. once you reveal the truth about your equally high libido, he has to restrain himself from pouncing on you immediately. no way he would let any other man steal you from him, not after experiencing the most mind-blowing sex of his life - waking up to both of your hands jerking his cock, the sloppy mess a puddle on the sheets just the way he liked it. shouta made one thing clear, he refuses to climax unless his cock is soaked enough to glide down your slippery throat with ease.

jealous bf!aizawa gets hard easily in specific contexts where he feels the need to claim you - if a man called you gorgeous on the street, became flirty or asked you out for drinks, a primal side of him would awaken. he doesn't try to hide it, willing to bend you over the nearest surface or drag you into the bedroom for a deserved fucking. if he's particularly pent up, he entertains the idea of fucking you in front of a man he feels threatened by. the only downside would be a stranger witnessing your naked body that's reserved for his eyes only. ideally, most of your body would be clothed minus a mini skirt and no panties for easy access, perfect for him to rail you without exposing what's his.

jealous bf!aizawa flinches at the mention of your exes for multiple reasons - they treated you awfully, made you feel like the man in the relationship and couldn't satisfy you sexually. at first, he worries that you have feelings for them and asks you personal details out of insecurity. he desperately needs to know he's superior in every single way, something you reassure him of and provide him with validation for. a surge of pride shot through him the first time your hands yanked down his sweatpants, a sharp gasp escaping your lips at how thick and long his cock was. you swore you'd seen him fully hard before during the times you'd made out. turns out, the tightness of his pants only allowed his cock to grow halfway hard.

jealous bf!aizawa doles out punishments if you tease him the entire day out in public. a bdsm dynamic exists between the two of you, and shouta's newfound pleasure was dominating you as a form of ownership. teasing him includes a gesture as seemingly innocent as interlocking your fingers with his, one of his favorite aspects during love making. it'll make him hard instantly, reminding him of the countless nights and mornings he held on for dear life wrecking your pussy and cumming quick from the intimacy.

jealous bf!aizawa knows how much you enjoy being spanked on your ass and pussy as a funishment. depending on his mood and his level of frustration with you, he'd go for the riding crop or a paddle along with handcuffs to tie behind your back. barehanded spanking arouses you more than any of the toys, shouta's palm giving you no mercy. draping you over his lap is both of your favorite position since he can shove his fingers into your cunt from behind. he smirks feeling how your hole greedily swallow his thick digits, begging for him to thrust in and out to satisfy the friction between your legs.

jealous bf!aizawa jerks off constantly to all the nudes you spam him with on patrol (not at UA, you know better). they make him twitch in his pants when he's navigating dark alleys in the underground, a state he'd feel mortified if a villain caught him horny on the job. masturbating is incredibly unfulfilling when he's waiting for you to come home, a sense of shame washing over him at the sight of his abdomen covered in cum. past partners of his had been too shy to send him pictures or videos, but the man has needs of his own - you're the only one with the ability to alleviate his tension.

You're playing a dangerous game. Just wait until I get home from patrol, it'll only be an hour or so. Most likely less.

prior to meeting you, shouta struggled deeply with his sex drive and insecurities over his size. his past casual partners and even girlfriends found his insatiable libido to be off-putting, let alone what he's packing under those baggy pants. to adjust to his partner's needs, he put his pleasure on hold and led a sex life of dishonesty. for a while, he was hesitant to put himself out there as an eligible bachelor, presuming no woman would match his stamina.

until you approached him in a lively manner, your high spirited nature a stark contrast to his gloomier persona. he knew a nymphomaniac when he saw one, finding it endearing how often you'd play the role of innocent and reserved. "there's something you're not telling me. and if we are to move forward, i'd appreciate some more honesty from you." shouta no longer wanted to waste his time on hopeless cases, and sincerely hoped a girl as beautiful as you wouldn't disappoint him.

in short, you didn't. your stamina easily rivaled his, needing him to fill your holes morning, evening and night that left him exhausted after patrol or teaching. you straddle his lap on the sofa, deliberately grinding your clothed pussy against his lower abdomen and just above the belt buckle. "again?" he sighs, angling his hips so your clit is stimulated comfortably. "never thought i'd say that to a woman, most of 'em tap out cause my cock's too big. or cause i'm a pervert. fuck-" his fingers find the soaked fabric of your panties, tugging them to the side and exposing your perfect pussy. "you haven't fuck me at all today, sho. it's 11am and i need it. need you."

"the hell's a matter with you? just got back from early morning patrol and you're this fucking needy." his fake complaints completely go over your head, words that don't matter because his body clearly betrays them. "can feel how hard you're getting for me, sho. take it out for me, please." pretending to be irritated, he undoes his belt and throws it aside, shoving his pants halfway down his thighs. "fucking happy now?" the only layer that separated you was his boxers, his cockhead emerging from beneath the hem. "that's it, keep your panties to the side. grind your bare cunt against me."

"will you let me?" your clit nearly touches the sensitive area around the head of his cock, allowing a bead of precum to drip onto his stomach. "thought you had the highest sex drive," you pout with the intent to enrage him, to fucking ruin him for any other woman. "thought you told me how you wanted a girlfriend who could match your freak. is there something wrong, with me?" he secures his large hands on your hips, alleviating the anxiety written all over your face that suggests a fear of rejection.

"absolutely not," he maneuvers your hips so your mound is flush against his bulge, angry at himself for making you doubt his desire for you. "you're just such a freak, babygirl. you're perfect for me and it's hard to believe, that's all. see how rock hard i am for you?" he yanks his boxers down, the article of clothing pooling below his knees alongside his pants. your eyes widen, taking in the sight of his massive erection the throbs painfully, yearning to bury itself inside you. "you told me you were having trouble. hormones are driving you wild, no?"

"well, uh." he presses one finger to your lips, shushing you as he strokes himself. "don't even think about lying to me. you're needy. you need cock inside of you, admit it." the lack of lubrication on his cock is aggravating, a tedious process he'd gone through countless times in his life. "yes, i do." brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, shouta smiles softly, pulling your body towards him. "and you know what, i bet i can go more rounds than you."

"you're challenging me?" the atmosphere in the room feels ten times heavier, your look of pure eroticism a reflection of himself. "damn right, why don't i take care of this cute pussy?" out of nowhere, shouta's hand delivers a harsh slap against your cunt, strings of wetness staining his palm. "you're so messy," he grins, hand striking your poor pussy repeatedly from multiple angles. "never met a woman who could get this sloppy wet for me. and just from dry humping?" he rips away at your skimpy panties, tearing the cheap fabric and removing it from your body entirely. "these are soiled, might as well use 'em on you later."

"sho, my pussy hurts." chuckling, your lover lowers you onto your back and places a pillow behind your head. "yeah, but you love it. just aching to get your hole stretched and fucked. naughty little thing." the essence from your pussy let him coat his cock sufficiently, making the process of jerking off that much more pleasurable. "can't wait for you to soak this big dick, you ready? think you'll pass out before me?" propping himself up on one knee, he fills the space between your legs with his large body. "challenge accepted."

neither of you bothered to keep track of how long you'd been fucking. last he checked, it was approximately noon by the time he'd emptied his first load straight into your womb, panties stuffed in your mouth to reduce your volume. "round one, took a while for me to really get it up but look where we are." it was hard to believe, but the well endowed hero undoubtedly grew even more after releasing for the first time. "now it's time to really destroy this pussy, just like you need during your ovulation period."

unable to speak, he withdraws the panties from your mouth, wanting to hear his name fall from your lips. "sho, need more. i want more cum, one load isn't enough." his eyes follow your body's curves down to your pubic mound, finally settling on your drenched folds. "don't worry, you know i've got plenty more to give you. not gonna tap out yet, not for a while." he swore he meant it, swore his body wouldn't collapse into a pile of sweaty and tangled limbs. but your warmth is simply too much, walls suffocating the life out of his dick before he can even produce another hot load.

"more, more!" he groans at your pleads, each backwards thrust of your ass meeting his pelvis while he's spearing your pussy from behind. "don't make me gag you again, slut. lower your voice. there's other people living here." the heat your body puts you through has your brain foggy, hormones flaring and contributing to oversensitivity. the build up to an orgasm torments you just enough up until your sweet release, one which borders between bliss and agony.

"how long has it been, four rounds? five? fuck's sake, i've fucked your slutty body in all these positions. you've cum more times than you remember. but my dick keeps working. it won't go down." he swipes his forehead with the back of his hand, stray hairs plastered down by copious amounts of sweat. briefly, his mind flashes with old memories, flashbacks from before his sex life changed for the better. "sho! you're still hard, need it from a new angle." your demand snaps him back into reality, his loosened grip on your thighs turning rigid.

"your pussy is all i can think about on patrol," he hoists your legs atop his shoulders. "stretching it, licking that pretty clit." you're unsure where the pleasure starts and ends, overwhelmed by the persistent force of his hips clashing. "you've ruined me, you know that? i've always been a horny bastard, but with you? could fuck you for days. could keep doing this till your pussy's too stretched for her own good." he ignores the signs of his body screaming at him to slow down, take a breather, hydrate.

"we've been at it for how long? couple hours. maybe more, but- i'm not done. and you're not done. are you sweetheart?" he wants you to say yes, needs you to at the rate he's exerting himself, to finally surrender to the intoxicating pleasure. "you're not gonna tap out, are you?" he wasn't going to win this battle, a challenge he'd accepted had backfired on him completely. "fuck no, princess. you know i'm not the type to tap out-"

"then why are your hips moving so strange?" fuck, you noticed. the sign of him losing control of his body, a weakness he never imagined would appear during sexual intimacy. "because, baby. i'm shooting blanks. that's what happens when a man keeps cumming, but doesn't ejaculate." while speaking to you, he rarely withdraws his cock, choosing to bask in the heat the simmers between your bodies. followed by a series of gentle and shallow thrusts, he chokes on a moan at the sensation of your walls clamping around his dick again. "you really are something, huh."

"just give it up, sho." your ankles lock behind his back, holding him in place. "all that front about having such a high sex drive, and my ovulating self has put your body through the wringer. hasn't it?" he doesn't want to give in, indulge in your fantasy or backpedal on his statement. "what, you want me to fuck you hard again? think my dick can't handle it? i think i've got one more load for you. alright?"

one more. he could produce one more, but he needed to be careful about this. "where do you want it? in your pathetic pussy as usual?" a messy combination of semen and your own cum drips out the sides of his cock, shouta shifting in annoyance. "in my pussy, please. from the side, too." the sofa had enough room, giving him proper space to spoon your from behind and cradle your upper body. he presses the thick head against your hole, lifting up one leg and bending it at the knee on an angle.

"you're all mine." the first thrust knocks the air out of your lungs, an unparalleled amount of force from his hips. the level of noise doesn't bother him anymore, smirking at your cries and mewls bouncing off the thin walls. "i'll make sure this cock tires you out first, i'm not losing to you." the minute he feels your legs give out, his chest tightens with the uncontrollable urge to release again. "want another load? another creampie?"

"mhm!" you babble, body limp. "then i'll give it to you, right now. and then we'll see who's the winner." right as he's near climax, two fingers come forward to pinch your clit. it was an unfair trick, but the finishing touch needed to unravel you as he pumps his final load inside. "sh, relax." he tenderly massages your waist and hips, locating the most sensitive regions as your chest heaves from the mindbending orgasm. "that was a dirty trick," you murmur, head lolling to the side in defeat. "i'm done. i lose, you win. now run me a bath."

gentleman!aizawa didn't expect you to be so open to intimacy after only a month of dating. the last thing he wanted was to give off the wrong impression about his dating intentions, or impose on your boundaries. but when you're sitting across from him on the sofa, posture resembling a perfect doll, his self control hangs on by a thread. your skirt is hiked up to where the hem of your panties is visible, a nice contrast to your soft skin that is appears so sinful to his eyes. he wants nothing more than to hook his thumbs beneath the hem and wreck the delicate lace adorning your hips. murmur sweet nothings against your inner thighs that he'd spread to his liking, zero barrier between his mouth and your dripping cunt.

gentleman!aizawa knows how quickly his hands wander once they're latched onto your body. he starts with your blouse, severing each button with unrivaled excitement he didn't know he was capable of feeling. the silk material is thrown over your head, exposing the upper portion of a beautiful matching lingerie set you purchased for his eyes only. he doesn't pursue touching you the same way as a neglectful lover would, waiting for your clear consent before his hands are able to roam freely. a gentleman silently asks for permission, with body language restrained but eyes honing in on the seductive shape on your lips. best believe when he's given the green light, you'll feel each trace left behind, marks adorning the most vulnerable surfaces of your body.

gentleman!aizawa is in awe at the sight of your fully nude body, breath hitching and fingers trembling as they brush against your collarbones. they move instinctively down the valley of your breasts, ghosting over your tummy and settling atop your pubic mound. preparing your body for ultimate pleasure is an absolute must, and he hopes to achieve mastery of how to touch you in all the right ways. nimble fingers glide over your nipples that stiffen into peaks, ideal to pinch and roll between his fingertips. there's so much more of your body to explore, yet he can't get his fingers to abandon your nipples, the sweetest mewls slipping past your lips with each tweak.

gentleman!aizawa gets off on watching him fuck you in front of mirror, he calls it private voyeurism, but in reality he's just a damn pervert. he purchased a mirror specifically to fit the dimensions of your bodies, one that can be placed just about anywhere in the house. a favorite of his would be mutual masturbation, with you slotted between his legs and your back glued to his broad chest. either his fingers or your vibrator are placed directly on your clit, working at an intensity that shakes your body to the core. he expects you to keep your legs spread the entire time, and if you're able to withstand the overstimulation, he'll reward you with a new type of orgasm. one that's entirely up to your discretion and gives him plenty of time to worship you.

gentleman!aizawa adores the naturally sexuality that radiates from you, the sheer amount of sex appeal was what attracted him in the first place. there's shame attached to it regarding the sleepless nights he's spent jerking off to fantasies of you. during your first couple weeks of dating, he'd gone through three bottles of lubricant and countless tissue boxes. he's partial to hyperfeminine women, ones that wear mid thigh length skirts, twirl strands of hair around their finger on dates and are mildly ditzy. a woman like you, who masks how much of a filthy cockslut she is with an innocent yet sensual facade.

gentleman!aizawa is a confident man, but draws the line at being outwardly narcissistic or arrogant in his public life. he entertains himself by teasing you after being gone for an entire day that's packed with work and late patrols. but in his private sex life? he knows the extent to how he's got you wrapped around his finger, and how much of a slut you're willing to be for him. there's a charisma associated with his kinky side, walking a fine line between being a pure gentleman and a ruthless pleasure dom. one thing about him is certain, there's no doubt that he's more well endowed than the average man, and that's a quality he's secretly proud of.

gentleman!aizawa has conditioned you to make eye contact during sex, something you were wary of doing when you started sleeping together. watching your face contort in bliss while he's deep inside of you is validating for him not only as a man but a lover. he acknowledges how you're frightened of getting your heart broken, that if so you'd never lose yourself in a man's eyes ever again. he proves to you that chivalry isn't dead, how his love and devotion shines when he's making love to you. how painful it would be for him to lose the woman who motivates him to work harder, make sacrifices for you and become a better man.

gentleman!aizawa hates it when your body hovers over his face instead of actually sitting on it. especially since you know how damn strong he is, that you won't actually hurt him and his tongue is dying to bury itself in your pussy. his arms will force your thighs down, smiling into your folds now that he can rub your cunt up and down his nose and chin. he insists that you soak him, squirt all over his face and suffocate him between your thighs. he doesn't need to breath, not when his cheeks are stained with your essence from sucking your clit into his mouth too many times. don't argue with him either, because he's not afraid of bouncing you on his tongue for a good hour.

gentleman!aizawa buys expensive jewelry that you're only allowed to wear when he's fucking you senseless. it's the type of jewelry that none of your ex boyfriends could dream of affording, studded with exceptional rhinestones and fitted to your size. on your anniversary, he ordered you to wear only the diamond necklace he purchased for the occasion. the piece is not too loose, not too tight and he can't resist wrapping his fingers around your throat from behind. careful not to crush your windpipe and applying enough pressure to induce a mind numbing dizzying effect. he's fascinated with how your body sways, hips meeting the ferocity of his thrusts completely as his mercy.

now officially a husband, he was indebted to you and could no longer cloak himself in grief. his past was immaterial, and whether or not it mattered completely dissolved each time he left his feelings in your care.

he hums into you shoulder, jostled by your sudden movements beneath the sheets. "missed me, love?" more light emerges from beyond the curtains, eradicating the darkness and forcing your husband out of bed. he throws on a pair of sweatpants and heads to the kitchen, the lack of his presence easing you out of bed. "is that my beautiful wife? looking so delectable this early in the morning." setting his mug aside, shouta observes as you reach for his favorite cereal.

"nice try, babe. but, i'm a bit short on time." he couldn't be late for patrol, not again. "you should at least eat something. besides just black coffee, that doesn't count."

"you know what i think? there's more important matters that i need to tend to before patrol. and it's something we can take care of in less than ten minutes." his smirk makes his intentions obvious, the outline of his cock apparent underneath his grey sweatpants that he deliberately wore on purpose. "how many children do you want me to give you?" the weight of his hands rests steady on your shoulders and you can feel the rapid heartbeat in his ribcage.

"was dreaming of it last night, sho." his hands drift towards your waist, the sensual touch rising your body temperature. "i want lots of kids, enough for you to provide for. to love, to cherish." leaning back into his embrace, the feel of his erection rests against your lower back. "see? my priority isn't food, sweetheart. it's knocking you up." he sneakily lifts the waistband, lowering it further down his chiseled abdomen and revealing his happy trail. "you're just so fucking perfect, i can't resist breeding you before patrol." he's aware you can't resist him, either. he's all muscle, hefty and strong and so damn masculine it drives you insane with lust.

he loves that he'll never have to reach for that cursed latex ever again, at least not for a good while. not when your leg is hoisted on the counter at just the right angle for him to enter your glistening cunt. "you don't have much time," you glance at the clock and then back at your unbothered husband. "yeah, we do. and even if we didn't have less than five minutes. your cunt's just begging for me to slide in her." he taps his cockhead against your hole, watching it flutter around nothing. "and what if i was late for patrol? can't have the friendly neighborhood hero slacking off cause he's banging his hot wife."

"with the intention to knock her up." he's in you right as the last word tumbles from your lips. his cock soaks in your wetness, practically bottoming out on the first thrust alone. he throbs low in your guts, kicking off his sweatpants to steady himself behind you. "fuck, you can't say things like that. makes me want to do inappropriate things to you. like, what just happened." he peeks at the clock, the realization dawning on him that he's got less than one minute to blow his load.

"sorry, didn't mean to casually slam into you like that." your breasts are trapped against the cold counter, nipples hardening uncomfortably. shouta's hand on your elevated leg starts to gravitate up near your hips, using the slope of your body to his advantage. "like hell, you did that on purpose. you like riling yourself up and ruining me."

"those two things are a deadly combination, i must admit." and he doesn't slow down, because physical touch has always been his primary love language. it grounds him as a man, balances his relationship with you and provides him with insight to strengthen it.

the type of effort only you gave him the incentive to act upon. your company made him dizzy with affection, floating on cloud nine with a newfound clarity towards love. he discovered purpose in taking care of you, wanting to become a better man if it meant waking up tangled in your sheets. he felt guilty for his lack of communication, as it did both of you a disservice. his abnormally high sex drive consumed him with lust, an emotion he was known to trade with love. the possibility of sabotaging the love he shared absolutely terrified him, which led to initiating an anxiety inducing but much needed conversation.

"there's something that's been on my mind for the past couple weeks." you set a few grocery bags on the counter, redirecting your attention to your already tense boyfriend. "can we, sit down and talk about it?" he motions for you to follow him into the living area, adjusting the pillows on the sofa to make room. "what's up, sho?"

"it's about my needs in our relationship, something that we've barely touched on. but it's causing me to lose sleep and it feels increasingly awful for me to keep this from you." your boyfriend is infamous for avoiding eye contact, preferring to shift where he's seated while tapping his fingers anxiously against his knee. "it's about our sex life. or, lack thereof. sex is, well. something that is important to me and always has been. i just never wanted to pressure you, or make you feel obligated. but if i continue to hide this side of me-"

"sho, calm down." clasping your small hand over his knee, his chest heaves one final time before relaxing. "it's my fault for postponing this for so long, too. i've been wanted us to be intimate ever since we met." your reassurance lifted an enormous burden off of his shoulders, but transitions into blaming himself for not speaking up earlier. "fuck, i'm so sorry. we shoulda had this talk at the start."

"are you insecure about something?" his heart races at your question, remembering the women who flooded him with shame over being "too big." he was past being well endowed, a solid ten inches complete with a slight curve and a generous thickness. "just a bit worried, is all. in the past, there's been difficulties." it wasn't just his size, but his libido and stamina that even experienced women struggled to keep up with. "what kind of difficulties? show me, i promise. i won't judge." his bulge throbs underneath the black fabric of his jeans, growing as your hand migrated to his thigh.

"fuck, see what you do to me?" he leans back, muscular arms behind his head and legs parted to stabilize himself. "not even half way hard yet, kinda hurts in there. can i- take it out?" the not halfway hard part completely goes over your head, your nimble fingers proceeding to unbuckle his belt and unzip his jeans. "mh, feels better now." his hips thrust upwards unconsciously, your eyes marveling at his cock that you're convinced is fully erect. "you can touch it, if you want." the lower half is still hidden under his boxers, with only the fat tip visible leaking a bead of precum. "i've always thought about doing this, just never felt brave enough to ask. i'm not the most- experienced person."

fuck. that was a problem. or maybe it wasn't, it could be the mass amounts of adrenaline in his body or his tendency to overthink until his head spun. "and you know, that's okay. experience isn't a factor to me. it's all about making you feel good." your fingers are right there, only inches away from touching his tip. "but i'm still a really kinky girl, and i hope that's okay with you." inexperienced yet freaky? oh, he was going to have fun with you.

the second your fingers wrap around his girth, the relief he'd been deprived of rushes throughout his body. "shit, baby. you said you're kinky? how do you feel about big cocks, then?" you wink at him in response, sinking down to your knees and slotting between his legs. "i fucking love them. now, can i?" he raises his hips eagerly, allowing you to pull down his jeans and boxers down his muscular thighs. "sorry, i didn't shave. forgot." you shrug uncaringly, not fazed by the unruly bush especially since his thick cock never seemed to stop growing.

inching closer, you breathe in his scent. masculine, musky and reminiscent of the expensive cologne he'd always wear. it takes both hands to firmly grasp the base, cock standing tall and proud and hard as fucking steel for you. "most women don't like it, how big i am. you sure it's- okay?" you lean forward, placing a gentle kiss to the tip to collect his precum. "you're dating a size queen. i love big cocks, they're one of my kinks." shouta's eyes roll back, content feeling your tongue swirling around the head but aching for more. "go down, a little more. show me how much of a size queen you are." he removes one arm from behind his head and forms a ponytail to tug on as your lips stretch around his girth.

"wanna feel you. fuck, tap me if it's too much though." he's gentle, but you're unsure how long his mercy will continue and your lips are expanded past their limit. he's satisfied with your progress, willing to enjoy the warmth of your mouth before you pull off. he gradually rolls his hips, riding the early waves of pleasure with eyes sewn shut and soft grunts escaping him. "been needing this so bad, baby. you don't even know." wanting more of his erotic noises, you move both wrists in opposite directions near his base to apply friction. neglecting his hold on your hair, he lightly fastens his fingers atop yours to properly stroke him. "feels so good when you jerk me off at the same time. but, i wanna feel you choke on me. so, how about i jerk off while you take the first half down that pretty throat?"

no other man in your life had uttered such filth to you, and it turned you on beyond comprehension. shouta's hand takes control, leaving your hands to rest on your thighs for the time being. "hey, i'm waiting." he taps the head against your cheek, a smug grin on his face watching your head sink down. shouta knows his cock better than anyone else. knows how to stroke it, the right amount of lube to drown his shaft in, the perfect pressure and friction it takes to orgasm hard. "keep using that perfect tongue, drool around me some more too." tossing his head back, his strokes become quicker and more precise. "fuck, i'm close."

you're quick to pull off, wiping your chin with the back of your hand and taking in the blank expression from underneath. "why'd you-" he barely has a chance to speak before you're climbing onto him, legs poised on the sides of his hips. "oh, so this is what you want? to get fucked?" in all seriousness, he was afraid of hurting you. kinky or not, a cock of his caliber would certainly cause tearing without sufficient prep. "sho, trust me. i'm so fucking wet, feel me. feel my pussy." he slithers his hand between your legs, two fingers parting your folds to examine your wetness. "not enough," he concludes. "you're not ready to take me. i've heard all of that bravado from other women, they claim the same thing. they love big cocks, want to feel it in their stomach. that's until i'm halfway seated and they're in pain."

his intimidation tactics don't scare you, you know they're rooted in insecurities of his. fear of losing you, but mostly the possibility of injuring you. "then we go slow. i'm on top so i can control the depth. i'm getting wetter by the second, just let me prove it." he's never truly let himself go, let himself get completely lost in the feeling of fucking a woman's pussy. always having to pull out to ease his partner's discomfort and finish in the shower afterwards. "just don't hurt yourself." he mutters defensively, but the consent is all you need to slide his tip through your glistening folds. "holy fuck."

he reminds himself it's you who's in control, but your enthusiasm is what spurs him on. it's what has the blood accelerating to his loins at an alarming speed, and he's not at all ready for your cunt's vice grip. "fuck!" your pussy swallows his entire tip, clenching impossibly tight around the ultra sensitive nerves. every fiber in his being is screaming at him not to thrust, that if he bucks his hips once he'll cause damage to your poor cunt. "baby, it feels too good. if you keep going, i might lose it."

"and that's exactly what i want you to do." miraculously, you're able to lower your pussy a few inches further, encasing his shaft in pure heavenly bliss. "you're so tight, give me a second. or-" he doesn't finish the sentence, face flushed red with embarrassment at how close he truly is. "won't you fuck me, sho?" one swivel of your hips has your boyfriend arching his back, grinding his pelvis as more cock disappears inside of you. "you already took this much," he wipes the sweat from his brow, chest tightening with every movement. the man is in shock, knowing he's never been more aroused in his life. he peers down, noticing how your juices have leaked around his base and pool beneath his balls.

"you're like an angel. a fuckin' filthy angel at that." all is right in the world feeling your weight on top, his gorgeous girlfriend fully impaled on a cock that other women were petrified of. "think you're ready for me to thrust?" he's too horny to wait for a verbal answer, frantically starting to buck his hips upwards repeatedly. more sweat drenches his chest and slides down his happy trail, his fingers digging crescent moons into your waist. "can't believe you- took this big cock like it was nothin' baby. that's how i know you're mine. all mine. think another guy's got a dick like this?"

"n- no, sho. feels so big. can feel it deep in my guts." despite being inexperienced, it's simple to tell if a man is tumbling towards his climax. "do i have permission, baby? can i cum inside?" you weren't on birth control, but the speed of his cock spearing your soaked cunt was building up your own impending orgasm. "please, i need you cum. want all of it from that big dick." he sneakily presses his thumb against your exposed clit, eliciting a cry from deep within you. the sweet agony devastates your body, sharp surges of pleasure coming and going. "that's so hot, think i'm gonna flood this cunt. that what you want? gonna be a huge load, too."

it's up to shouta to maneuver your weakened body, using your pussy as a fleshlight without much strength. "cumming, now. fucking take it, take it all." he wasn't joking, your boyfriend was so pent up after not releasing for almost one week. the sheer amount of cum that he produced was downright nasty. after the first two spurts, his seed tricked past where your lips were stretched around him. "sorry, i thought that was it. i was done." he calmly blinks, the post orgasm glow suiting him perfectly.

had he only known all it took was some heartfelt, genuine affection to transform you into a sex crazed nymphomaniac. "c'mon, sho. just let me ride it for a minute. i can't wait until you get home, please baby." you tugged at the binding cloth that dangled from his shoulder, wishing that he'd entrap you instead of wasting energy on reprimanding a villain. "thought you got it outta your system earlier, no?"

he ignores how obnoxiously tight his pants suddenly feel as the memory from an hour ago flashes in his mind. the sensual feel of your lips teasing his shaft and surrounding the head, wrists jerking him at the base earning a low rumble from his chest. "as much as i want to be inside of you, duty calls and there's not much either of us can do about it." he winces at your reaction, heart aching at the sight of your freshly glossed lips forming a pout. "i'll fuck you later, babygirl. i promise. nice and hard the way you love it."

and fuck you harder later he did. he takes it all out on your body, wringing out the leftover adrenaline in his bloodstream with ruthless slams of his hips. "sorry to keep you wait, my fuckin' gorgeous girl. someone's gotta keep the streets safe." you'd forgive him easily if your brain could process it, head dizzy with each soaking wet slap of his pelvis meeting your thighs. "beautiful girl, that's all you. i wish you could see yourself. better yet, feel how wet your pussy is." shouta guides your hand between your sweaty bodies, clasping his hand over your much smaller one. "sho! ah-" he chuckles when you retract your hand, the sensitivity amplified by his cock spreading your pussy lips. "i love how sensitive you are for me. fuck, i love you more than anything."

you felt his undying love pour into your body, the one he's fiercely dedicated to protect. the temple he worships at and considers the highest honor to shower with endless affection. but it wasn't always like this for either of you.

pro hero work kept shouta shrouded away from the luxury of having a stable love life. throughout his twenties, women casually approached him for sex which be accepted at leisure. he quickly learned that his personality wasn't built for casual hookups, finding the encounters unfulfilling in the end. often, women misinterpreted his cold demeanor as belonging to a man who never caught feelings- which they were sorely mistaken.

losing shirakumo and working himself to the bone after graduating UA left him an empty shell of a man. he wasn't sure what he craved to fill the void in his heart and soul, doubting it had anything to do with human interaction. years of downplaying and ignoring these vivid emotions resulted in many failed relationships, most of which were doomed from the start.

his first relationship ended shortly before he started teaching at UA, a fairly amicable split that was easier on him than the other person. he viewed it as more of a learning experience than a major loss, when realistically he walked away without knowledge of any sort. the relationship symbolized urgency, which shouta was unable to accomodate given his lifestyle. his partner regarded him highly as a pro hero, placing him on a pedestal he'd spent his whole career shying away from. to her, he was no more than a status symbol with an insatiable sex drive whose time and effort she did not deserve.

hizashi encouraged him to take a break from the dating realm in order to focus entirely on teaching. pro hero work had disillusioned him and impressed the wrong individuals, reeling unwanted chaos into his circle for the time being. "shouta, you think you'll ever tie the knot? you know. like, find a lady 'n marry her?" nemuri pops the question over a few drinks, the whole table going silent waiting for shouta's answer. "next question." she exchanges glances with hizashi, both visibly worried by shouta's cynical reaction. "here, i'll say it. relationships? not for me. marriage? out of the question." he takes a generous sip of his sake, slamming it on the table for emphasis. "i don't want to have this discussion ever again."

out of respect, his colleagues avoided the topic around shouta in hopes he would figure things out for himself. he was wise enough not to develop a drinking habit, a testament to his discipline. substances weren't a vice of his in the first place, yet he felt desire surging within him that resembled another kind of addiction. he needed to get laid.

his hand wasn't nearly enough, neither was visual material or any fantasies his mind could conjure up. what he needed more than anything was physical touch, but not in the vein of superficial lust. the idea of being used again for another's personal gain repulsed him, deterring him from taking any initiative at all. he swore an oath to himself to never again exist as a woman's trophy, even as a last resort.

"there's a PR team that's gathering outside the school," hizashi locks eyes with shouta, who endlessly scrolls on the school computer with dry, tired eyes. "go take care of it, then." he replies gruffly, aware that he'd be the one to handle the issue if mic's shift ended. "i'm leaving early today, man. just bite the bullet, go out and entertain them for a little. it won't kill you to be friendly for once." shouta begrudgingly rose from his chair and exited the teacher's lounge.

reaching the entrance of the building, more people have swarmed near the gate to his dismay. "i'm sorry to bother you, mr. eraserhead?" he blames the sensory overload as the reason for not noticing you, a breathtakingly gorgeous woman clutching a notepad. "i was let in by all might, i'm an intern with UA. i hope i didn't scare you." anyone else, shouta would have escorted out of there in a heartbeat. "you don't look like an intern here. you're with the press, am i wrong?" you can tell he's on edge, agitated at the ongoing commotion but struggling to keep still.

"i'm not with the press, i promise! i don't mean to impose, i just. wanted someone to show me around a bit." he couldn't care less if you were lying, which to your credit, you weren't. "yeah, anything to get me away from this mess. i'll get all might to take care of it." not only were you the most gorgeous thing his fatigued eyes had ever seen, but your presence exempted him from a social event.

he's overwhelmingly drawn to you, his handsome features scanning your body in the most respectful way possible. the lace of your bra ever so slightly adorns the dip of your blouse, his eyes darting away from your cleavage while chatting over coffee. an unfamiliar feeling settles in him, a sharp pang of emotions that he's repressed for quite some time. "i need to catch the bus, soon." the mention of your departure snaps him bacn into reality, mind racing for an excuse to keep you.

"you're busy tonight or something?" he observes how your chest rises and falls with each subtle breath, driving him mad. "you know, we could. or i could- take you back to my place. i owe you an actual meal." there was no way you'd agree, he convinced himself of it the second the words left his mouth. "i could use a meal. if it isn't any trouble." he couldn't even fucking cook.

you'd always been a notoriously insecure woman, damaged by neglect from past partners and closed off from other men. there was an obscene amount of shame attached to sex and pleasure for you, originating from the disgust directed at your own body. "you have a really nice apartment." the interior is a navy blue, walls not freshly painted but each room is appropriately furnished. "yeah, glad you like it. thanks for, uh. keeping my company today, earlier."

"are you picky with who you bring back here?" your question is unexpected, but doesn't strike him as a red flag. "honestly, yeah. very much so. i'm not mingling with women in my free time." embarassment heats up his face, the situation reminiscent of his teenaged years. "was this your first date in a while too?" the more he spoke, the less incentive he had to censor himself. "i know that wasn't really a date, but. if you'd like, i'll take you on a real one. a place down by the harbor."

"you have high standards," the softness in your tone relieves him of mental anguish. "it makes me wonder why you chose to bring me here." there was no way he heard you correctly. a woman as stunning as yourself, cleavage bursting out of her blouse, legs crossed perfectly as if you're a pristine doll. "you're joking, aren't you?" he doesn't want to be vulgar or rude, but your body keeps inching closer and he swears his boxers are tighter. "you can't be serious."

he watches you uncross your legs, pressing both thighs together while turning your body to face him. "you've been driving me insane since the moment we made eye contact." he's unsure whether or not to touch you, make a move of any sort. "what about you doesn't scream top notch standards?" judging by your body language and his intuition, there was a mutual interest that motivated him to fill the space between you further. "how long has it been?" he hopes the question isn't too abrupt, but forward enough that you pursue him to take the lead.

"quite some time, years." your lower lip quivers, averting your eyes temporarily. "if you mean from sex, that is." shouta nods, satisfied that your standards prove to be up to par. "what about you?" he clears his throat, "i'd say the same. haven't been with anyone in well over a year, almost two if i'm being honest. last relationship ended before i began teaching. wasn't all that cut out for it." time is moving faster than he can process his words, but your scent is intoxicating and that's all he can focus on. "and yourself?"

"four years." the confession hangs heavy in the air. he couldn't believe the number, someone like you could obtain anyone she desired. "nothing wrong with knowing what you want, i suppose." he does a terrible job at acting unfazed, a notion that's cute enough to taunt him with. the palm of his hand rubs against your back, realizing your bodies are shoulder to shoulder now. "you feel... nice. warm."

"hm, i like it. how you touch me." his cock twitches in his pants, more pressure building in his groin. "i want more, shouta. will you?" he doesn't want to overstep, but his body is screaming at him to take control of yours. "are you sure? because once i start, my hands will wander. do you promise to stop me if it's too much?" you respond by leaning into his touch, the hand on your back migrating to your torso. his heart swelled at how you trusted him and welcomed him into your space.

"unless, that's not what you want with me." his hand paused its movement at your waist, confused once again. "i want to, fuck. i do. really, really bad." the desperation lacing his voice is unlike any emotion he'd ever felt, and it terrified him. "it gets... lonely here." he resumes small motions of his hand along your torso, casually swiping the underside of your bra. "i could use some company here and there." all feels right in his world when you nuzzle into his shoulder, raven locks shielding your face.

"with how busy you are? you're a pro hero and a teacher." that didn't matter to him anymore, making time for you suddenly became the priority. "but, if you'll have me. i'll cuddle with you like this, as much as we want." he tenderly places a kiss to the top of your head, his way of agreeing. "do you get lonely as well?"

the question guts him, feeling at a loss for an answer despite his hand ruminating near your chest. of course he got fucking lonely, he had few close friends, zero family and ostracized himself from the general public. "yeah, sometimes i do." the admission is intentionally soft.

"because you hold me like someone who is lonely." his body freezes at the realization you'd just seen right through him. the guard he's put up for so many years had crumbled in an instant. he can't control himself any longer, wrapping an arm around your waist to embrace you properly. "i do get lonely, real lonely. can i, can i kiss you? kiss these pretty lips?" it's your turn not to hesitate, and instead capture his lips the way you'd been dying to all day.

the kiss felt innocent had it not been for his hand underneath the hem of your blouse. "fuck, i need more. let me touch you more?" his rough fingers toy with the wire of your bra, feeling more blood rush to his cock at the feel of your hardened nipples. "do you need my attention?" looking down at the huge bulge in his pants, it's clear he is searching for more than just surface level attention. "yeah, fuck. touch me." his voice thick with need and breath shaky, you wait for his instructions.

"slide your hand down," he lifts his shirt to reveal toned abs, the product of years of training. "down my stomach, and lower until you reach my belt." he doesn't push you, eyes following your hand as your dainty fingers trace his happy trail. "unbuckle my belt, then unzip my pants." god, you were fucking adorable, how your innocent looking face contrasted beautifully with the naughty actions. "can i?"

"fuck yes," he doesn't hesitate and you greedily lift the waistband of his boxers. and fuck, was his cock large, generous in length and girth and leaking precum out of the fat tip. he spreads his legs, releasing more tension and watching you lean back to take in the view. "you're wearing too much."

while he's rock hard and dripping for you, all that consumes your mind is insecurity. you manage to remove your blouse, but cross your arms across your chest hesitantly. "hey, look at me. i just want to see you." his voice is firm, anger surging through him knowing that a man made you feel so undesired once before. "please, lower your hands. i promise, they're beautiful." the act of revealing your breasts is more intimate than you'd expected. "so fucking beautiful, that's it. so good for me."

"do you like them?" he doesn't allow you to shrink back again, cupping your breasts in his hands to prove a point. "they're so soft, feels amazing in my hands. could play with these all day." he treats your breasts carefully, tweaking your nipples enough to keep them erect. "gonna be playing with these beauties constantly from now on. that ok with you?"

"can you- suck on them?" his dark eyes narrow, kneading handfuls of the soft flesh. "with pleasure." he settles an arm near the arch of your back, pulling you closer before closing his lips around your nipple. head tilting back, a satisfied hum is released from your throat. he continues to lick and suck the nipple, dually giving attention to its twin using his fingers. "you can stop if you don't like it."

laughing heartily, he sucks your nipple into his mouth and releases it with a pop. "stop? i'm fuckin' addicted. not just to this gorgeous tits but the sound that come out of your naughty mouth." his other hand leaves your breast, giving his cock some much deserved attention. he slathers the precum up and down his length, shameless about jerking off admist playing with your tits.

his mouth pressed kisses onto your stomach, but you instinctively push him away. "you're insecure about me going down on you too, aren't you?" he phrases it less as an accusation and more leading towards reassurance. "i just worry that you don't want to, cause some guys treat it like it's a chore."

"first of all, look how goddamn hard my cock is right now. second, i love eating pussy and always have." in an instant, he kisses the valley of your breasts and licks near your navel. "what do you get out of it?" chuckling, he pries at the sides of your skirt. "i get to taste you, hear you moan so sweetly. to show you how desireable you body truly is." you needed to let him appreciate you, or else he was going to die. "let me carry you into my bed?"

shouta lifts you bridal style, maneuvering the two of you into his minimalistic room. "want me to take my panties off?" he doesn't need to answer, as if he's not hard as steel a few inches from your cunt. you put on a show for him, panties hovering over your knees to be thrown off your ankle. the bedroom is dimly lit, not catching a good view of your soaked pussy before you close your legs. "ah, none of that. don't hide this pretty pussy from me." knees hitting the floor, he scoots your body near the bed's edge while gripping your thighs. "a masterpiece."

he caresses your inner thigh with his smooth tongue, hands squeezing your asscheeks and the undersides of your thighs. "more," is all you can muster. "please." he doesn't need to be told twice, attaching his mouth to your throbbing clit and lathering it with affection. "mhm, tell me what you want. you want me to lick it?" he licks a gentle stripe up your folds, collecting the essence on his tongue.

shouta's experience with women is evident, especially since his tongue and lips work simulataneously. each powerful suck of your clit into his mouth is followed by fast flicks of his tongue around the hood. the bliss is overwhelming, no man has gotten you so close to orgasm is such record time. "like how i make this pussy feel?" he hums against your inner thigh, thriving in his element as more slick escapes your twitching hole.

"make me cum, need it so bad." the suction from his mouth grows stronger, lips curling into a smile at the feel of your hips bucking against his chin. "that's a good girl, using me to get off." knowing you're about to snap, he pats your thigh to alert you and proceeds to slide two nimble fingers into your pussy. "shouta!" you clench around the intrusion, swallowing his fingers until only his knuckles remain exposed.

"so close." your chest heaves, the force of his curled fingers successfully ripping out a fierce orgasm buried deep within. shouta ignores his painful erection, attentively kissing your clit to soothe the intensity. he admires how stunning you appear basking in the afterglow, faint mewls of his name doing wonders to his ego. "feeling alright sweetheart?"

a part of you felt ashamed for enjoying it, fearing your body's reactions turned him off. "it felt too good." he raises an eyebrow, wiping his chin with the back of his hand before settling on the bed next to you. "what does that mean, love? is your pretty little head worried i didn't like it?" peering down, you catch a glimpse of his cock. "almost came just by the taste of you. do not feel ashamed for enjoying something that makes your body feel good. deal?"

"deal." he smiles warmly, pulling your body up the bed alongside him. "good, i'm happy. and i hope you are too." a moment of silence follows, giving him time to position your back flush against his chest on your sides. you open your mouth to speak, the words delayed "do you, like sex?" the question has so many layers, but he doesn't want to fool you or play games. "i like sex. i like making love, fucking. all that and everything in between."

"whats the difference?" he reflects on his past for a second, wanting to deliver an honest answer. "sex is just, two bodies meeting. making love involves feelings, strong emotions. fucking is rough and primal, but the two can overlap." in theory, the distinctions were obvious but you needed to hear it from him. "i know we only met each other less than 12 hours ago, but i feel a strong urge to make love to you."

"is it really possible to feel so strongly?" your question suggests that your feelings are one sided, that he's simply taking advantage of your vulnerable stare. "i don't do well with casual." he plants a kiss on your neck, rubbing the flesh over your heartbeat. "well, that makes two of us. because neither do i. and i told myself i wouldn't do any one night stands. i just, couldn't hold out any longer to show you how beautiful i think you are."

he continues talking. "i want cuddles, i want all that domestic nonsense. like making coffee in the morning before we go to work. waking up next to each other with sleepy faces. doing each other's laundry. fuck, all of it. not just the sex."

"are you really in the place for a relationship, then?" the answer is blunt, but he doesn't hesitate. "i am in the best place for a relationship. i am stable financially, emotionally available and-" his hand relaxes on your stomach. "but i have my own demons. like you, i am insecure about things that i don't let the outside world see. i guess that's part of being a hero." you lovingly cup your hand over his large one, telling him fear has no place in the conversation. "what insecurities?"

"i'm jealous, possessive over my woman. i get angry when other men look at what's mine." you interpret his feelings are completely normal, while also flattering in an odd way. "i don't think that's a bad thing, shouta." he's relieved at your response, hugging your body closer. "jealousy to me? just means i'm terrified to lose you. on the other hand. possessiveness can be a bit much, yeah."

your past boyfriends took you for granted, never exerting an ounce of jealousy. "i worry that i'm too damaged of a man." it was your turn to validate him, eliminate the trauma that consumed his evil thoughts and replace them with truth. "you still deserve to be loved and cared for." his breath hitched, a tear daring to fall before he quickly blinks it away. "i really- needed to hear that."

the heat from his body is intoxicating, the way it transfers onto yours. "do you know what you like in bed?" the switch in conversation indicates he's reached his emotional limit for the time being. "you enjoy soft sex? or more rough and demanding."

"i don't really know what i like. it's hard to say, i've never explored my body with a partner." his hand hovers above your pubic area and soft tummy, tempting not imposing. "how about you start with showing me what you like." his fingers dip between your pussy lips, awaiting your consent. "what did you enjoy about me eating you out?"

"feeling how enthusiastic you were. it didn't feel like you were completing a chore." he teasingly removes his hand from between your thighs. "mhm, and i plan to take my sweet time with the rest of your body. if you'll let me, of course." you felt the curve of his cock against your back, his hand moving to steady it at the base. "i need you to go slow at first. you're very, uh. well endowed."

"i know, baby. i know." the tip catches your hole without penetrating, his self control wearing thin. "let's start with just the head. see how that feels." he places his other hand underneath your thigh, lifting one of your legs to make space for him. he collects your wetness all over his length, tapping your sensitive clit and causing you to yelp. "you're still sensitive from earlier."

placing the tip at your entrance, he's gentle when breaching your hole. "you're opening up for me beautifully." you weren't a virgin, and the act of penetration wasn't foreign territory. but shouta was significantly superior in size to any man you've seen, even in porn. "you're gripping me like a vice and i've barely got the tip in. relax for me, princess. let yourself feel good." his words strike a chord in you, flooding your memory with all of the sweet praise from before. and for a moment, the shame and insecurity disappears.

"fuck, that's it." your pussy envelops not just the head, but three thick inches in a matter of seconds. "relax, that's it. your pussy is amazing already." he stills inside your body, wanting you to adjust to his size before beginning to thrust. "how could anyone neglect such a beautiful figure, it's beyond me. everything about you, your breasts. waist, hips, ass." you pussy has accepted him inside halfway, giving him enough to work with. "the soft and delicate feel of your skin. it's all mine now."

he'd been dying to immerse himself inside of you since you took his fingers. your walls have relaxed enough to take his cock halfway, more than enough to feel him practically lodged in your stomach. "neither of us will be lonely again." he manhandles you onto your back, hoisting your legs atop his shoulders and folding you in half. "feels so much deeper now, no? i need words, babygirl. need to know you're feeling good."

"yes, sho. keep goin' please. need to cum on your cock." his heart rate increases, emotions piling up and begging to be released all at once. "let me kiss you," he moans breathlessly. "need to tell you you're beautiful again, and again." his pace quickens, desperate to bury himself and all of his insecurities in your pussy. "you like this position? how exposed your body is?" you answer him with sounds, unable to form coherent words like he'd prefer.

but there's so much built up grief in both of your bodies that it's clear to him exactly what you need. "you're so tight. pussy won't let me go. think i'm gonna cum." your legs drop to his waist, wrapping around him with urgency. "want me to fill you up, mark you as mine?" he feels himself melting into you, his orgasm on the horizon. that's what you wanted, he could sense the desperation in how closely you locked him against you. "gonna cum, baby. cum with me, let's cum together."

he reaches a sly hand between your thighs, aiming for your clit. beneath him, your hips grind upwards to meet his frantic fingers. "cumming, sho. need you to fill my pussy, make me yours." it's all the validation he needs to hear, unleashing many years of self doubt in the form of passion and adoration. the vice grip of your soaked cunt sends him into a spiral, pouring his love and devotion inside of you. "i'm still cumming, fuck." you've lost feeling in your legs, not realizing how they had unraveled around his waist. "felt your pussy cum so hard, though."

he doesn't want to pull out. doesn't want to leave the safe haven your body has housed him in. "don't make me pull out, let's just. stay here, for a bit. cuddle." completely drained, shouta collapses on top of you with a thud that otherwise would have startled you. "let me show you every day." he props himself up on his elbows, noticing a glint in your eyes that hadn't been there prior. "let me show you what you've been deprived of for so long. and i'll be yours."

your fates had been sealed, permanently. he'd die happy if he could come home to the same woman, make love to the same body and worship every inch you'd been taught to hate. he, himself was in need of reassurance. he was petrified of hurting you, not being enough or living up to your standards. it was all an awful lot to think about, intrusive thoughts stirring in his head. "hey, i think we should get cleaned up. and talk about everything seriously. when our minds are functioning."

"for sure, there's a lot we need to figure out. but, i know that we can do it together." his cock had softened inside you, a river of his cum pooling on the sheets. "you're mine. remember? don't you forget the man whose only purpose in life is to worship his woman." there it was, the possessive streak. but you don't point it out, he more than likely already knows.

overprotective husband!aizawa is a provider through and through, never letting you pay for a single thing. he's covered rent, food and bills and spoils you rotten with high end cosmetics, luxury sex toys, fine dining experiences and virtually everything under the sun. "sho, there's this really cute lingerie set online." you show the $250 set to your husband, who's half asleep on the bed beside you. "you have my credit card number," he murmurs with a sly grin. "but are you sure? it's kind of-" he interrupts you immediately, snatching the phone out of your hand. "babe, you have my credit card number. you want it? you buy it. you know this."

overprotective husband!aizawa genuinely hates it when you mention any of your exes, regardless of the context. he's well aware that they're are significantly below him, but it offends him that they once had the luxury of being with you and fucked it up. "i ate here once with my ex," you point out the italian restaurant he suggested. "alright, well now we aren't going." he grumbles and grabs your wrist, turning onto another street. "there's other pasta places around here." if you need a reminder that you're married to him, best believe he'll wine and dine you every single night. after the meal? he's still hungry, and he'll devour your pussy (his dessert) the moment you're behind closed doors.

overprotective husband!aizawa becomes your full time caretaker the minute you get your period. it's comical how quickly he rushes to the store for pads, tampons, chocolates and any other item of comfort you asked for. in truth, he did so in preparation for when he'd finally get you pregnant. spoiling his knocked up wife was a dream of his, especially when he has the honor of becoming a father. "let me get you a hot pad," he moves from underneath the bedsheets. "no, stay with me sho. i'm okay, just some sharp pains." the stubborn man is torn between easing your physical state and suffocating you with his body heat. "alright, a few more minutes of cuddling. then, you're getting the heating pad."

overprotective husband!aizawa buys you the most glorious lingerie that compliments your figure. there's a fancy lingerie shop downtown that you always love to visit, especially if shouta is at work. he'll toss you his credit card without hesitation, "buy yourself something pretty, angel." one time, you purchased a white silk babydoll that left nothing to the imagination. the piece of clothing exposed your body in the most flattering and sultry ways, leaving shouta speechless. "fuck, babygirl. you knew what this would do to me." he made a valiant effort not to tear the expensive fabric, but pounding into your wet cunt in that skimpy outfit stripped him of his self control.

overprotective husband!aizawa learns you accidentally cut yourself shaving down there. "oh no, angel. want me to kiss it better?" it's barely even a knick, let alone a superficial cut. but shouta will take any excuse he can get to bury his tongue in your pussy. "where is it? is it here?" he flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue, drinking the essence as it pours from you. "or, maybe on your lips?" his fingers spread your folds, revealing how they glisten with arousal. "let's find out shall we." the overstimulation of his mouth ultimately distracts you from any twinge of pain caused by that dull razor. going forward, he advised you to purchase a high quality electric one.

overprotective husband!aizawa hates sleeping alone, though wouldn't admit it. it puts him at peace to know where you are at all times, not in a toxic way but for your own safety. late nights with your girlfriends trigger his anxiety, so it's expected to get more than one concerned voicemail, text or facetime audio request. "you're overthinking it, sho. you're off patrol. i'm fine, just out with the girls." shouta knew you'd never be unfaithful, but danger lurked around every corner. he knew and understood the underground criminal routes, which were adjacent to the main downtown area. "just get home. it's like, 10pm." your husband hangs up, one of the girls redirecting your attention. [text from sho: i mean it]

overprotective husband!aizawa knows his cock is the only one who could satisfy you. your sexual compatibility was off the charts from day one, and he could never forget the pride that swelled within him the moment you saw his cock. "ha, yeah. i'm pretty well endowed." you thought he was hard even when it was soft. now, his huge cock was standing tall and proud before you. "you're more than well endowed, sho." a part of him felt nervous, since past partners had trouble with his impressive size. you were so determined to please him, wanting to see how big of a load he'd produce for you. "i cum a lot, by the way." the first night you slept together, shouta emptied himself until he was shooting blanks. his cum painted your face, dribbled between your thighs, leaked from your pussy and the corners of your mouth. "you... weren't lying."

"honestly, sho. i admit that i really enjoy getting my pussy eaten. but, i want you to enjoy it as much as me. not out of obligation." your words were a punch to his gut, as how could any man spend time with your gorgeous body and not worship every inch. "i'm happy to indulge you, but that's only if-"

"stop it, now. just because you dated a couple of pathetic losers doesn't mean all men are as neglectful. and i, for one, love eating pussy more than getting my cock sucked." shouta wasn't used to such vulgarity from himself, but it was validation you needed at the moment. "let me taste you, feel you. i want to feel you dripping down my chin cause you came so fucking hard." the enthusiasm in his voice returned, as did his throbbing erection.

"um, ok. i just want you to be sure." after removing your panties, he positions himself between your thighs. taking in your scent, he feels his dick become impossibly harder. "fucking amazing, look at this pussy. all wet, glistening for me. can i touch you?" his eyes are hungry in the way they stare at you from between your thighs.

"yes." his fingers tread carefully on your mound, rubbing the soft area and trailing them down to your slit. he noticed your clit peaking from under its hood, lust overtaking him observing your arousal. "can i use my mouth, princess? wanna make you feel so good." the way your body relaxes is enough of an answer for him.

sucking your clit into his mouth, the pleasurable suction is indescribable. the way your body writhes in bliss has him smirking into your thigh. "mhm, you like this. having your pretty pussy eaten. guess i'll have to make up for lost time." his technique is masterful, a testament to years of experience.

"feels amazing, sho-" your thighs are basically earmuffs for the man, but he's loving every second. "so responsive, you drive me fucking crazy. this pussy is gonna make me lose it." from that point onward, shouta made it crystal clear how eager he was to pleasure you. spending hours licking your drenched cunt was a favorite past time of his.

over time, his dedication to your pleasure aided you in overcoming your insecurities. he knew now that you truly enjoyed having your pussy ate, the act no longer as taboo. "i remember when i saw your pretty pussy up close for the first time," he mentioned during pillowtalk. "i almost came on the spot, i thought i was gonna blow if i jerked myself off for a few seconds."

"damn it, woman. see what you do to me?" he introduced a spreader bar into your sex life recently, ideal for keeping your legs spread wide. your wobbly knees struggled to endure his frantic pace, had it not been for the bar holding you up your body would have collapsed.

shouta's big hand clamps down on the back of your head, shoving your face into the pillow. his eyes focus on how your pussy gushes around his fat cock, how your tight hole sucks him in with no intention of letting him go. your bound ankles and wrists already sore against the leather cuffs. "i love seeing you completely at my mercy, no other man gets to claim you like this. ain't that right sweetheart?"

in your cockdrunk state, your body and mind felt utterly disconnected. "thought you said you weren't jealous, sho." he chuckles at the sight of your cunt drooling onto the bedsheets, legs threatening to give out. "you like getting split in half by this dick? this pussy is mine, don't you forget it."

"it's all yours, sho. my body belongs to you, always has and will." he stills inside of you, satisfied and trying desperately not to climax early.

"yet you show off your gorgeous body to all those men, isn't that ironic." deep down, a part of him gets off on it all. knowing that you're inaccessible and no other man can ever take you home. "you like being a tease, huh?" the speed of his hips increase, chasing his impending orgasm. "you like when i mark you, when i get so fucking jealous i could snap a man's neck if he looks at you wrong."

"gonna cum, sho."

"yeah, angel? 'm gonna fill this pussy, love to watch it leak out of you stretched hole." he prepares himself for his climax, eyes blown watching your pussy milk his thick length like a fucking pornstar. "jealous dick is the best, and you know it. fuck, i'm-"

he impales you down to the base, panting heavily as he releases. "let's get you undone, princess." his demeanor feels warmer this time as his high wears off. "maybe i am a bit jealous. but it's only because i love you."

"you'd be surprised," nemuri snatched the sake bottle away from him before more drunken intrusive thoughts would arise. "i promise there are plenty of women out there, you just need to open yourself up. let your guard down." he scoffed, the alcohol influencing his cynical mentality. "i've spent decades mastering the craft of not letting my guard down. i'm not going to change for something as silly as love."

retired pro!aizawa eventually fell victim to peer pressure, desperate to satiate the emptiness he felt. you met him at a less chaotic but vulnerable time in his life, a rocky transition stage into civilian society. on your first few dates, he comes off as a timid lover. averting his eyes if you'd caught him staring for too long, or running a hand through his hair if any doubts crossed his mind.

months later, you're recognized as an established couple and he's baffled at how the time flew by. for once in his life, his heart swelled with adoration from your delicate touches in the mornings. the strong aroma of coffee brewing always felt strangely domestic, but a scent he could get used to.

when baby fever hits retired pro!aizawa like the plague, it doesn't matter that you aren't married yet. he's made it his mission to stuff you with his cock in every room and on every surface. whether or not you're ovulating or on your period, the primal instinct within him demands that his seed take route regardless of your cycles. "sho, we really shouldn't be doing this now. you're late-"

his hips increase in speed, palms spreading your thighs wider on the kitchen counter. your messy cunt leaks down the edge into a pool on the floor, shouta humming with satisfaction. "yeah, baby. but my coffee's not done yet, and i haven't filled you up today." his eyes are decently bloodshot, circles of fatigue decorating his lids. but he's hungry, feral even, consumed by the madness brought about by his libido.

"your coffee's been done for like, ten minutes." shouta pulls your body closer as you wrap your legs around his waist, your bottom supported by the counter's edge. "ten minutes goes by just like that," he emphasizes with a snap of his fingers. "when i'm deep in this tight cunt, darling."

pillowtalk in between rounds with retired pro!aizawa lasts no more than a few minutes. "you feel me leaking out?" he interrupts you mid sentence, bothered by the amount of cum that escaped your pussy. "that's no good." he collects the mess on his fingers in an attempt to push his load back where it belongs. "sho, i was trying to lecture you on birth control." you truly were, especially since he was curious about nexplanon and iuds.

"and i'm learning, trust me." he pats your sticky thighs, running a finger up and down your folds for good measure. you pretend not to notice how he repositions your body to fit snugly against his chest. "i like learning about your body," he whispers into your neck, planting a leisurely kiss. "can't wait to see you pregnant."

his stamina is unheard of for a man of 40, considering he can fuck for hours on end. he's got a lot of cum to give, but also endless amounts of love to offer. his favorite phrase before leaving for work, "can't wait to see you knocked up with my children," rings in your ears until he returns in the afternoon.

retired pro!aizawa is ecstatic upon learning he is going to become a father. nemuri and hizashi encourage him to celebrate with their colleagues, but he argues at his age he's going to need all the rest he can get before fatherhood. he'd much rather spend nights browsing through furniture and clothing websites with you, a protective hand on your stomach. "you think i'll be a good dad?"

your answer is immediate. "absolutely. you've practically fathered a whole classroom." your chuckle clears him of anxiety for a moment. "yeah, but. this is different. this is my kid, my flesh and blood. i'd never put them in harm's way." he taps his fingers against your stomach, a telltale sign that he's minimally anxious. "i don't want them to become a hero, at least not doing the same work as i have."

"sho, they're not even born yet. can you just relax?" he's distracted by the valley of your breasts, tempted to play with the mounds. you redirect his hand from your sensitive chest, but he happily resumes tracing your tummy. "ok, fine. i just- want to protect the two of you, that's all."

when retired pro!aizawa fucks his pregnant wife, his movements are tailored specifically to your body's needs. when your breasts feel sore, he'll knead them carefully with his large hands. having done an impressive amount of research on pregnancy safe positions, he insists he knows "what's best."

he places his own needs on the backburner, refusing to orgasm or chase pleasure before you've been taken care of. as your bump grows, some standard positions are no longer possible or comfortable. he worries that your orgasms could trigger painful contractions, often holding himself back from his typical rough paces. "you can go harder, sho. fuck me like you mean it."

"fuck, i'm trying not to- hurt you or the baby." his movements are uncoordinated and loose, fingernails digging into your hips. "don't wanna lose control." he was petrified after the one time where you suffered an intense contraction after a rougher lovemaking session. since then, he'd have to be reassured multiple times that he wasn't causing you any pain. taking preventative measures was his strongsuit, but his overly rational thinking frustrated you and your sexual appetite.

even weeks after leaving the hospital, retired pro!aizawa refuses to touch you sexually, ignoring your pleading. "you need to heal," he affirms. aside from the chronic sleep deprivation, shouta found fatherhood to be incredibly rewarding. UA granted him a generous paternity leave, with nemuri and hizashi offering to take over for a few months.

your obgyn validated shouta's concerns, eventually convincing him that your body was properly healed. whenever the two of you had a spare moment, he would make up for lost time. "i wanted you every night, every single day. every fucking hour." he felt at peace with himself again, with your legs over his shoulders or his chest flat against your back. "think i'll put another baby in you, yeah? would you like that, mama?"

he feels devastated when he cums too quickly, often too exhausted to go another round. he fears resentment from you, but part of the healing process involved emotional support. "i love you, sho. you're injured. i should be taking care of you." your validation serves as relief, a deep sigh erupting from his chest at your advice.

when his injuries are more manageable for physical activity, he can't keep his hands from roaming your body. you watch out for any signs of discomfort, attentive to his wounds he was reluctant to seek medical attention for.

"you're really damn stubborn, you know that?" after a couple more weeks, he's fully healed according to himself and ready to resume the sex he's been deprived of for nearly a month. "you better not be twisted the doctor's words or taking them out of context." the last thing you wanted to do was hurt him, but the urge to satiate his desires was genuinely unbearable.

"i've had blue balls for almost two weeks. for a man, this is downright torture." rolling your eyes at him as he toys with the expired gauze, a slight glimmer in his eyes catches your attention. "you best believe that when i'm actually fully healed, your pussy will be destroyed."

"i'll hold you to that," you raise an eyebrow, questioning the way he's eye fucking you. "but you won't ever truly get better if you don't behave."

"fine," he scoffs. "you're too good to me, taking care of me like this." you return with fresh gauze and medication to properly cleanse his wound. "i hate it, you know. being soft. acting weak in front of you."

personal trainer!aizawa grew tired of the sports center and their policies. according to contract, he no longer had a say in who he would take as a client. you joined the center during his last week, a refreshing sight for him amongst all of the sweaty and hairy men he was used to training. knowing that he would resign soon, he slipped you his business card as a subtle gesture.

personal trainer!aizawa fell in love with his career again thanks to you. now advertising his services as private personal training, he curated exercises specifically for your needs. you wanted to prioritize cardio and flexibility, a statement he raised an eyebrow at and hoped you hadn't caught on. if by flexibility you meant having your legs resting on his broad shoulders, he might as well be working for free. "fuck, when was the last time someone stretched you out like this?" no, he wasn't referring to your hamstrings. "cunt so tight it's gonna make me lose my mind."

personal trainer!aizawa has you cockwarm him for pelvic floor exercises. "c'mon darling, relax your muscles around me, breathe." client requests were piling up in his emails, stressing him out to the point where he needed relief from his favorite client. each morning, responding to the daily influx of emails required your ass on his lap. "you're falling behind. your pelvic floor muscles don't feel as strong, have you been slacking lately?" fitting his thick cock inside your pussy was the most difficult stretch of them all. "i'm sorry, i- i don't like those kegel exercises, i only like them when i'm squeezing your cock."

personal trainer!aizawa happily accomodates your requests, and his favorite way to monitor your progress is making you squat on his dick constantly. the lewd slap of your ass cheeks on the tops of his thighs echoes throughout his workout space. "hand on my chest, baby. that's it. fuckin' ride this cock like you own it." rarely does he buck his hips up into you, since it's your training session and up to you to do the work. "looks like you've been doing your homework- fuck!" the squeeze of your cunt is no longer as gentle, each rapid clench around his length going straight to his balls.

personal trainer!aizawa listens attentively when you express the desire to experience stronger orgasms. the idea reflects similar concepts that you'd gone over in relation to pelvic floor exercises. "there's quite a few muscles that work together for an intense, pleasurable climax. can't name them all off the top of my head, though." your heart and breathing rate becomes uneven when blood rushes to your loins from over an hour of edging. it's shouta's favorite punishment when you forgot or ignored non sexual training components. "look how needy you are, you're fucking soaking my sheets. you coulda had sweet release an hour ago if you'd just done those cardio exercises earlier."

personal trainer!aizawa makes the embarassing confession that he'd like to challenge his refractory period. more specifically, after a rough weight lifting workout that caused an insane amount of tension in his body. before you, jacking off was his preferred way of releasing the built up stress. though it was significantly more entertaining to shove his cock between your lips. "suck just the tip, nothing more." his goal was to stimulate his most sensitive outer spot (the frenulum) to begin with. "swirl that tongue around it, fuck that's hot." he'd reprimand you if you attempted to take him any deeper, this was his show. "i could make you do this all day," he taps the head on your pouted, glossy lips. "you're not getting my cum until i say so, got it?"

personal trainer!aizawa is an expert in sex positions that are tougher to execute for the average man. he could reduce you to one of those dumbbells in his training space by lifting your body with just one arm. his favorite method of eating your delicious cunt involves him standing up with your legs around his neck and shoulders. his tongue works wonders up and down your folds as you smother him with your pussy. "sho, i'm gonna fall." being lifted in the air in such a way is anxiety inducing, but shouta's beefy arms have always caught you from below. "you're not gonna fall, babygirl. i'll always catch you, see how strong i am?" with a minor shift of his shoulder, your body purposefully slips before he effortlessly catches you. "you bastard."

personal trainer!aizawa can do pushups with not just one hand, but three fingers. after demonstrating this unique talent, you demanded him to unlock his full potential. "gonna start with just one, ok?" situated by the edge of the bed, you legs are spread as if you're at a gynocologist exam.

"look at this pretty clit," he admires your glistening pussy. "she ready for my fingers? or does she need my mouth more?" thrusting your hips with urgency and impatience, he glides the first finger inside.

"fuck, this is tight. then again, i haven't stretched you out today." he winks, curling his fingers to test the waters. "think you can handle two?" no, your brain screamed. just one of him thick goddamn fingers was enough to have you squirting.

determined to take all three, you nod. "holy shit, baby. you just sucked my second finger right in." a wet squelch follows the insertion, shouta lightly applying pressure inside your walls. "i think you can do it, baby. a third one?"

with wide eyes and a lustful glance, he's given consent to drive a third finger inside your overwhelmed pussy.

"sho!" he withdraws a bit, startled by your reaction. "what is it, baby? too much?" the back of your head hits the mattress, but the increased lubrication from your hole stabilizes you.

"this is a big stretch, i know. but, i wanna see if i can make this pussy gush all over me." slowly, your body opens up and accepts his three digits. the pressure in your abdomen heightens your aroused state. "almost all the way in, good girl."

his praise goes straight to your head, which feels excruciatingly light when he's knuckle deep. your wetness seeps down his wrist with each curl. "it feels weird, like i'm gonna-" the sharp movements of his fingers rob you of your words.

unable to speak from the intensity of the repeated actions, tension in your bladder appears. "something feels... different," you writhe underneath his mercy. "that's good, let go all over my hand. fucking soak me." instantly, his fingers start rearranging your poor insides at breakneck speed.

touched starved!aizawa has the type of body heat that radiates an excessive amount of warmth. his broad chest pressed against your back as he takes you from behind is doused in sweat. each growl in his throat is punctuated by a violent snap of his hips, claiming his territory as he sees fit. he notices how the soft petals of your sex throb with sensitivity, the intense thrusting of his hips causing you to soak your inner thighs. "feel how wet you are, tell me. whose the only man who's gotten you all hot 'n bothered?"

touched starved!aizawa discovers the concept of "free use" one evening after the topic arises. intrigued, he pitches the idea of using his day off from patrol to immerse the two of you in that fantasy. he's desperate the second he wakes up, limbs tangled from last night's lovemaking. "ride me, need you to soak my cock first thing. that all right baby?" smirking against his shoulder, you usher your panties down your legs. one hour later and he's bending you over the kitchen counter. "i love this fuckin' pussy, fuck you drive me insane." by the afternoon, the both of you lost track of your combined orgasms.

touched starved!aizawa felt insecure about how vocal he was in bed. going decades without feeling the intimate touch of a lover deprived him of such extreme pleasure. he completely lost it that one time you asked him eagerly to fuck your face in the most pornographic position as possible. head hanging upside down off the edge of the bed, fully naked and desperate to be used. "i can take it, sho. my throat is made for your cock, entertain me this once. i promise you'll love it." he sighs in disbelief, contrary to how damn hard his cock was. "you're filthy babygirl."

touched starved!aizawa doesn't use lube anymore to ready his cock, simply because he knows how wet your pussy gets for him. his cock was way above average, thick in girth and the ultimate stretch for your poor cunt. he takes pride in how it's so easy for him to wreck you, after you'd proven the ability to take his large member to the base each and every time. "just need to rub my cock up and down your cute cunt to get you all needy for me. how's that for a slut? feels like you're flooding me, baby."

touched starved!aizawa manhandles you with only a small fraction of his strength. his rigorous pro hero training sculpted his body beautifully, and knowing how easily he could snap your neck made him quite the menace in bed. of course, he'd never want to hurt you. "sho, use less pressure. you're choking the life out of me." he releases your throat, "fuck, im sorry baby. didn't mean it. i wasn't even trying to be rough." in missionary, you'd made it a ground rule for him not to choke you with both hands. one session, he was so invested in breeding your pussy that his grip almost had you passing out.

touched starved!aizawa fucks hard and fast to where he's shooting blanks. his refractory period borders on being unrealistic, as if he never runs out of cum to flood your holes with. "feels so amazing, i love all your holes, love taking care of my good girl." the position that comes the closest to wearing him out is cowgirl. "'my thighs are burning, sho. can't do this anymore. need you to fuck me." he's already emptied himself countlessly, but to your knowledge he'd cum 2 or 3 times. the rest of his orgasms? probably took place each time your gorgeous tits fell in his face. or those instances

touched starved!aizawa cums inside you embarassingly fast before patrol. "i got 20 minutes baby, think you can milk me dry before i gotta capture these villains?" your insatiable lover's hands grab at your body, waist and hips victims of his nails leaving marks. it's a convenient time for him to let out some stress, makes him a lot more clear headed and on alert. "got a big load for you, it's gonna be leaking out all night until i get back. elevate your leg on the counter, wanna see that cunt stretched around my cock."