I’m reading too much smut

dad's best friend aizawa who can't stop thinking about how you'd taste, what faces you'd make when he finally gave you what you wanted.

dad's best friend aizawa who slips into your room, his cock kicking against his sweats at the sight of you pitifully trying to fill yourself up.

dad's best friend aizawa who ties his hair up, a rare smirk crossing his features when he sees how you flush and preen under his attention.

dad's best friend aizawa who kisses your ankle before shucking your sleep shorts down your hips. dad's best friend aizawa who groans so filthy and deep into your pussy you feel it in your gut, his big hands holding your thighs open wide.

dad's best friend aizawa who flips you over to bury your moans into the pillow, a murmured "be quiet, sweetheart" against your ear.

dad's best friend aizawa who makes you cum on his tongue and fingers over and over again, pulling away only to growl words of encouragement.

who makes a show of groaning and rolling his eyes when he sees the way you perk up at the sight of the sprawling sunflower farm that he’s about to pass.

who acts put out when you look over at him with eyes that are clearly asking him to pull over.

who does a horrible job at acting like he’s just checking his phone while he snaps a shot of you standing before a sunny sea of golden yellow, turning back to look at him, caught mid-laugh. it makes his stupid heart fumble.

(“they remind me of you”)

he wants to argue that there’s nothing about him that resembles a goddamn flower. he shoves a wad of bills in the hand of the kid who’s selling bouquets out of a bucket near the entrance instead, grumbling when you light up as he unceremoniously waves it at you.

(he spends the drive home pretending he’s not watching your soft smile out of the corner of his eye.)

he starts jerking his hips up, smirking at the wet spot you’re leaving on the front of his sweats, the way your nipples are poking through your shirt and pressing into his chest as you scoot closer. he lets you rut against him faster, knowing you’re close with the way you’re trembling and then he stops your hips and you whine.

“hush bunny.”