I'd Give Eraserhead

hello???? look at aizawa with a genuine, sweet smile.

his eyes are so soft, too

it always starts in the shower but he doesn’t even let it get to the bedroom. he wants you to take him right there over the counter, in the mirror where he can see your face.

shouta's hand held a grip in you hair, just a shy from painful as he bent you over the sink, his other hand gripping the skin on your hips

his half lidded eyes stared holes into yours in the reflection. you can hardly hold his gaze, your eyes fluttering and rolling uncontrollably as he pounded into you mercilessly.

“watch.” he demanded breathlessly, tightening his grip in your hair.

“look so pretty, i want you to see.”

you sob, shaking your head as tears of pain and pleasure stream down your face. “caaant sho, soo d-deep"

shouta pouted gently, mocking the one of your face “, i knoww babydoll, but you can take it i know you can.”

he loved when he could slip his hand underneath you, press and feel himself bulging inside of you. still whispering the dirtiest words you’ve ever heard in your entire life.

his eyes are still locked on yours as his hand firmly pressed into your abdomen, only adding more pressure to the knot that formed quickly inside your stomach. his hips bucked into you recklessly.

“fuuuck, you're so wettt baby” he whined in your ear. you can’t even say anything in return. only another broken whimper. but how could you when your thighs shook and your toes curled against the tile. “n' takin me so fuckin' good. shiiit—i’m gonna cum."

his hand slides from your stomach to clutch your throat, keeping you still as he buries himself to the base. the knot low in your gut coils tighter as you sob out his name, nails scraping against the countertop.

shouta watches darkly as your face shatters in the mirror. mouth slack, eyes completely shut now as the pleausre took over you. "mhmm, let me feel you, angel"

and that was all the extra motivation you needed for the coil inside you to snap as your vision whites out. you cum with a broken scream, releasing all over shouta.

his eyes watched, barely, at the way your fluids mixed with each of his thrust, making some sort of sticky arousal concoction. he smirked lazily, his lip tucking between his teeth as she shook his head.

"messy fuckin' girl" he growls, hips stuttering. his rhythm fractures as he chases his own release, dragging you back against him with every thrust. "get so nasty for me."

and after another minute of him promising to fill you real nicley and reassuring you on how much he loves you, he finishes with a choked groan, forehead dropping between your shoulder blades as he spills inside you, hot and relentless.

and you love it everytime.

#draft af

sorry for any errors!!

“you can talk y’know? fuck—i can tell you’re holding back.”

shit.

aizawa didn’t expect you to catch him off guard today. stood at his stuffy desktop grading the leftover quizzes from today’s lesson, you’d quietly snuck your way into his classroom with one urgent objective.

to fuck him senseless.

plopping your greedy cunt up and down on top of his rock hard cock, slit sucking the head snuggly inside with an echoing squelch each time his hips slapped into your ass, the sounds filled out the abandoned classroom, a stark contrast to his own stature eerily silent behind you.