Being a pro hero was hard. Teaching a class room full of overconfident, stubborn teenagers with quirks was harder. You loved it though, found it incredibly rewarding and your heart swelled seeing those young men and women bloom into the great heros they become under your guidance. But damn, it one hell of a journey to get them to that point. That's why you've found yourself accepting the offer to join the other faculty in one of their impromptu "Let's go to the bar and get drunk before those damn kids make me reevaluate wether or not it is worth not just becoming a villain and blowing up the damn school, children and all" or whatever it was Mic had said to convince you to join them.

After some delicate and calculated persuasion, you had convinced your partner to join you. Shota was a somewhat reserved and apathetic man. His tired appearance and preference to nap above all else gave him a rather cool and unbothered disposition. He wasn't one for social gatherings nor large crowds, preferring his own company or that of a small select few. Despite this, he begrudgingly agreed to accompany you to the gathering, if only to prevent any unwanted attention you may get, given the shortness of the dress you had decided to wear.

For his usual lethargic demeanour, he was infatuated with you. He loved you irrevocably. Shota could be supportive and incredibly sweet, but he had a possessive, jealous streak a mile wide that he hadn't been able to tame in all the time he has called you his. You saw the way his half laden eyes widened a fraction, darkening as he feasted on the unobstructed view of your thighs. Saw his fingers twitch at his sides, itching to reach out and remind you that you and your body belonged to him and him only. It had worked though, sighing as he rubbed a tired hand down his face, muttering that he'll go and change.

As the night progressed the alcohol flowed easily, doing its job to help you unwind and relax. Inhibitions lowered, you chatted happily with your co workers, reminiscing over past missions you had participated in before you all became teachers and swapping war stories of the children in your classes. The lights were dimmed, pulsing colours lighting up the small dance floor you could see, housing inebriated strangers sensually moving their bodies to the beat. You could feel the music vibrating through your body, tempting you with its intoxicating melody to sway with the rhythm.

As your hips moved beneath you, you felt a chill run up your spine. Eyes snapping up, they immediately fell on Shota, staring at you from across the room. Sat at the bar between Snipe and Vlad, paying no mind to their conversation, his entire attention was fixed on you. His legs were spread, intoxicatingly so, foot bouncing with restless energy. A small smirk appeared on his lips before he brought the bottle of beer he was nursing up to his mouth. Your mouth went dry at the sight, flush of heat rising through your body that had nothing to do with the alcohol..

"Let's dance!" Nemuri spoke into your ear to be heard over the music, snapping you out of your trance. It felt like somebody suddenly turned up the music, brightened the lights as you broke away from his predatory stare. Nodding happily you accepted her hand and allowed her to drag you from the table. Passing the bar you locked eyes with Shota. You held out two fingers to Nemuri as she turned at your sudden stopping, letting her know you'll join her soon. You slipped between Shots's open thighs, as he raised an amused eye brow.

Laying a hand on his thigh you leaned in, the subtle masculine smell of his aftershave drawing you closer. His hand automatically went to your dress, subtly tugging down the hem to a more appropriate length before sliding up and setting on the swell of your hip. He leaned in close to your ear, gravely voice cutting through the energetic music "Do you want a drink, Kitten?"

You shook your head no, giving him your best smile. You wrapped your hand around his fingers, so much thicker and battle worn than your own, playing with them teasingly "Come dance with me"

"No" 

You pout at the short, blunt denial, bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly. He was so much more reserved when not at home. Less playful and willing to engage with your energetic whims. Normally you were sympathetic to his uneasiness, understanding of his dislike for situations such as this. But you were well on your way to being drunk and you wanted to dance with your boyfriend. Wanted to feel his hard body move against your own. Using his strength to twirl and bend you to his will. "Please?"

He shook his head with a soft smile at your wide, pleading eyes and the child like reaction to being told no. His hand abandoned his drink to the bar, the chill lingering on his palm as he cupped your jaw, using his thumb to pull gently on your bottom lip, watching as it bounced back to normal "No. I don't dance"  He gently brushed the back of his knuckles over the tip of your nose before leaning in to kiss you. It was sort and discreet, yet it made your eyelids flutter close, your body lean in closer to prolong the grazing contact for as long as he allowed.

His hand sneaked from your hip to the swell of your ass, giving it a possessive squeeze and a dismissive tap "You dance, I'll watch" you just caught the subtle warning in his husky voice, so well disguised in his aloof candour you almost missed it. His eye brow raised the smallest of fractions, eyes deepening the faintest of shades darker . Have fun... but behave.

He'll be watching. Watching to ensure that dress of yours doesn't ride up too high up your shapley thighs. Watching to make sure no one gets too close to what was his. The unspoken promise sent a chill up your spine. A little put out that he denied your request, you turn to make your way to the dance floor, making sure to let your fingers slowly caress their way down his thigh as you parted. You didn't look back, you didn't need to. You could feel the weight of his stare on you, could feel the hairs in your body stand on end at his predatory gaze fixed on you.

You easily spotted Nemuri, dancing seductively in the middle of the dance floor, more than one set of eyes on her. In your absence she had coaxed Mic into dancing with her, an accessory to use to highlight her flirtatious movements. Her eyes brightened when she caught sight of you, beckoning you closer with a curl of her finger. She oozed sex appeal, her confident, hypnotic movements of her hips easily encouraged you  to succumb to the music, letting your body feel the beat,sway your hips to the rhythm.

Grinning widely, you look over your shoulder, catching Shota's eyes already fixated on you. Watching the seductive roll of your hips, the way your ass bounced under that dress threatening to ride up with every sway of your hips. He wanted to watch? Then you would put on a show for him, let him see exactly what your body could do when he isn't pressed up against you to keep you behaving.

Your fingers gently brush against your thighs, slowly dragging them up, caressing the exposed skin. Higher they climb, following the curves of your hips and waist, coming up to twist gently in your hair as your eyes close, body moving to the beat that made your heart thump in your chest. You look through your lashes, a thrill shooting through you at the hungry look on Shota's face, eyes never leaving you. You could see the faintest if smirks on his lips, he was enjoying your teasing.

You run your tongue over your bottom lip, heat pooling in your stomach at the way he looked at you, ravenously. You could see his hand flexing on his thigh, itching to get you in his grasp. You were steadily riling him up, with your flirtatious movements, pushing your limits, igniting the embers of passion that burned in every inch of his body for you. Only you. Yet he still wasn't budging. You had yet to entice him from his seat to join you on the dance floor.

You felt a large hand settle on you hip,breaking away your focus from Shota to see who was touching you. Ready to politely refuse their advances. Your eyes lit up upon seeing the cocky grin of your occasional mission partner. Blonde hair pushed back, large red wings blocking the dancers behind him. With an exited laugh, you tip toe and throw your arms around him, an inebriated display of greeting"Hawks! What are you doing here!?" 

He grinned and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him to talk into your ear "I was in the area..thought I'd stop by"  You lean back, flattening your feet to smile at him. It had been ages since you had last seen him, he rarely made an appearance around the school anymore since becoming the second hero in the ranks. He looked you up and down, lip curling into a smirk "you look good, I'm surprised that boyfriend of yours left you all alone looking like that" 

You chuckle, stepping to the side to nod at where Shota was perched at the bar"He's over there."  Hawks leaned closer, sending Aizawa an exaggerated wave. You could see Shota's jaw clench, eye brows furrow in annoyance. Hawks was not his favourite person at the best of times, but the overfamiliar way in which he spoke to you, nonchalantly touched you, made him absolutely murderous. A fact Hawks both knew and enjoyed.

You elbow him softly in the stomach, trying to hide your grin as you turned back to focus on him "Stop trying to wind him up"  the answering grin told you that you were right in your accusation , damn wind up merchant. Leaning down he spoke across your ear, eyes watching Shota as he silently fumed at the close proximity "Isnt that exactly what you were just doing? I saw the way you were shaking that ass, trying to make him jealous?" 

You couldn't deny it. That's exactly what you were trying to do. You knew how jealous and possessive Shota could be, and secretly loved the thrill you felt when he snapped and reminded you just who it was you belonged too. "A little" you admit with a guilty smile and a half shrug "he wouldn't dance with me, I was attempting to seduce him over" 

Hawks straightened up, wrapping his hand around your hip and pulling you closer to him. White teeth on display as he grinned menacingly "Let's see how mad we can make him" Before you could think of all the reasons why that wasn't the best of ideas, Hawks placed his hand in the centre of your back, using it to support your weight as he dipped you back playfully, long hair tumbling back as you laughed. He swayed you in an arch before snapping you back up straight, smirking at the joy on your face. Hands returning to your hips he pushed into you, leading you in a flirtatious to and fro.

Your hips swayed and rotated, flawlessly hitting every beat. One hand gripping his shoulder for stability, the other resting gently on his arm. You playfully flipped your hair, rolling your body into Hawks. He answered in kind, moulding himself to the shape of your body, gyrating playfully into you, eyes flicking over your head to take in the sight of Shota, steadily becoming more enraged at the display, with sadistic glee.

You moved and and swayed easily in accordance to Hawks's lead, giving yourself over to the joy of letting go of your inhibitions, simply enjoying the freedom of dance. Hawks took hold of your hand, directing you into a spin, grinning at your laugh. Spinning you the opposite way a half turn, he pressed himself into your back. Hands on your hips he encouraged you to sway side to side.

Lost in the music you didn't notice Shota's stiffening form, the tightening grip on his beer bottle threatening to smash the fragile glass. Too preoccupied with your promiscuous gyrating to see the darkening of his eyes, the clenching of his jaw. You were unknowingly pushing him to his limit and he was about to snap under the pressure. Hawks was a little more tuned in, lowering his head over your shoulder to hide his smirk so not to provoke that anger his way.

You noticed too late, the drag of Hawks hands going from your hips to your waist, unintentionally dragging up your dress with the movements, aided by your serpentining hips. Feeling the fabric of your dress bunching up too high at the top of your thighs, you quickly tugged it back down, red tinting your cheeks at the unintended, indecent exposure of your body. Hawks squeezed your waist, rumbling chuckle in his chest vibrating through your back as he muttered into you ear

"Seems Aizawa has reached his limit"  You look up to where Shota was previously sitting, only for your eyes to widen and your mouth go dry at the sight of him angrily stalking towards you, eyes flashing dangerously in the neon lights. Shit. You went too far.  "It's been fun," you could hear the amusement in his voice, struggling to contain his laughter " but that's my cue to leave" he tapped your side once in parting before backing away discreetly, mingling into the mass of dancers to avoid Aizawa's impending wrath.

You didn't look back, keeping your eyes solely focused on Shota as he neared, readying your apology on your lips for when he came within hearing distance. You could almost see the heavy waves of irritation pouring from him in droves as he stalked through the crowd, not deviating from the straightest path to you. "Shota, I..." not breaking his stride, his hand encased your wrist, pulling you silently behind him as he carried on walking through the dance floor, your attempted apology falling on deaf ears. He was pissed, and he was going to make you pay.

You teetered behind him, struggling to keep up with his long powerful strides in your heels, but knowing you would be ignored, you kept the complaint to yourself. Breaking through the crowd , Shota opened the dark wooden door that lead the the corridor where the restrooms were situated, pulling you through. The door closing behind you muffled the deafening music, your ears ringing gently with the change of decibels. The sound of your heels clacking on the floor, too soft to hide the angry heavy steps of the one leading you.

Shota walked past both the men's and woman's bathroom, headed straight for an unmarked door at the end of the corridor in eerie silence. Throwing open the last door with the same delicate care he had the first, he pulled you in behind him, turning quick to slam it shut behind you. You heard the click of the lock a mere second before you were pushed up against the rigid door, trapped by his hands planted either side of your head. Your eyes flicked over his shoulder, momentarily checking your surroundings, stacked shelves of alcohol bottles and boxes of crisps was all you could take in before Shota's hot breath brushed against your neck with every frustrated exhale.

You swallowed thickly, dry lips parting as you carefully moistened them with your tongue. The atmosphere around you was thick and tense, suffocating with his barely restrained fury"Shota, I'm... "

"You thought it would be fun to make me jealous? " He talked over your meek explanation, voice dark and thick, like raw honey dripping from his tongue and coating his words. His hot breath landed on your neck, prompting an involuntary shiver "You put on quite the show didn't you? flashing your pretty little panties to everyone in that bar " You whine breathlessly as his teeth grazed over the flushed skin on your neck before sinking in harshly.

You moan, head swimming dizzily at the rush of heat throbbing between his lips. His hot, wet tongue soothing over the mark he had made on your skin, reaffirming his claim of you. Your head lulled to the side, offering him unobstructed access as your eyes fluttered closed. Possessive kisses were pressed into your neck as large hands found your thighs, caressing over the silky skin.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hands increased their pressure, dragging up your thighs, bringing your dress up with them to bunch at your hips, exposing your panties for the second time that night  "Shota.."  he silenced you with a forceful kiss, unkept scruff adding to the sensations driving you needy with desire. He bit at your bottom lip, thrusting his tongue between your parted lips as you gasped. You surrendered easily, giving up the control he desperately craved, blindly following the intoxicating way his tongue brushed against your own, dictating the pressure and speed to suit his tastes.

You could feel his strong hands gripping your hips with bruising force, keeping you immobile against the door as he claimed your mouth. Your breath quickened when one of his hands started to wander, brushing tantalisingly slow over your thigh, fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. When a finger curved against your core, following your panty covered slit, you gasped, groaning in the back of your throat 

"Shota.." 

"You love making me jealous don't you?"  You could hear the strain in his voice, feel the restraint he was exhibiting not to lose it completely. His finger brushed over you again, adding more pressure to demonstrate his intent. "Love driving me wild..." He muttered into your neck, nipping at the skin between husky words. His fingers followed up your panties to the waistline, teasing along the band "Letting another man feel what is mine" Shota pushed his hand into your underwear, slipping a teasing finger between your folds, gathering the moisture dampening your silky skin to ease his entry. You moan at the ripple of pleasure surging through you, gripping hold of his wrist in an effort to not melt into a pool at his feet. His name the only thing able to leave your lips in a breathy whine

"Can he make you feel good like this?"  He dipped his finger deeper into your core, feeling your inner walls clamp around his invading digit. Slowly thrusting it into your depths, teasing against your hidden pleasure spot as you moaned. "Can he make you moan as beautifully as this?"  You whined pathetically, knees weakening with every dirty word breathed hotly against your ear.

His finger stopped its torturous teasing, pulling away from you completely leaving you feeling empty and needy. His darkened eyes captured you in an unbreakable stare, unable to pull away from the intensity in which he held you. His hot breath coated your lips with heavy pants, usual cool demeanour replaced with unrestrained desire. "You love taunting me, don't you?..." his whispered words sent a shiver down your spine, needing no volume or intensity to make your heart rate quicken beneath your breast.

He hooked his fingers into your panties, dragging them down over the swell of your hips to your thighs where the fell down the length of your legs. He kneeled, eyes not leaving your own as he smoothed his palms down your quivering legs, lifting each in turn to remove the underwear trapped around your ankles and shoving the garment into his pocket "...Just so we end up here, with my head between your legs, every ..fucking.. time" 

You watched transfixed as he guided one of your legs to drape across his shoulder, messy black hair obscuring your view as he inched his way towards your core. You heard him inhale deeply, groaning deeply at your intoxicating scent before flicking his eyes up to yours once more to utter a single command

"Watch" 

A strangled moan ripped from your throat at the first drag of his tongue, slowly, torturously licking a wet stripe up towards your clit where he rolled his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Looking down you couldn't tear your eyes away from the sight. Shota, on his knees, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he lapped at your most sensitive area with possessive hunger. Your hands went to his hair, pushing it back from his face to give you an unobstructed view as he tasted you. Using him for stability as your leg started quivering beneath you.

Shota twirled his tongue over your swelling clit, flicking the tip against it rapidly with a grunt as your fingers tighten in his hair. Your breathy moans and quivering thighs feeding his possessive nature. Fingers digging into your thighs, Shota pushed his face deeper, nose pressing into your soft mound as his dexterous appendage traced your bundle of nerves. The smell of your arousal hit his nose, making his mouth water instantly.

Lavishing your clit with a sloppy kiss, Shota couldn't get enough of your sweet whines, steadily increasing their volume, making themselves known over the beat steadily thumping from the bar . Your taste was intoxicating, heady flavour coating his tongue with every deliberate swipe had him yearning for more. Subtly lingering on his tastebuds, Shota sought a thicker coating on his tongue. Parting with your clit with a gentle suckle, Shota kissed his way down to your opening, seeking to drink straight from the source.

Looking through pleasure filled, half laden eyes, you watched mesmerised as he lapped at your folds, delving his tongue deeper with every earnest swipe. Currents of pleasure rippled through your body with every flick of his tongue , pushing you closer to the edge of euphoria you were in desperate need of. Nonsensical moans fell from your parted lips, fingers tightening in his disheveled hair as your thighs quivered.

Shota grunted once at the tug you gave in his hair, not letting it distract or deter him from his intended target. His tongue pushed through your silky folds to plunder your depths. The way he stroked your inner walls was luxurious, slow and deliberate, assuring he tasted every inch of you, capturing every drop of your arousal to claim as his own. Unable to control your reactions in the midst of pleasure, your head dropped back to hit against the door, guttural moan escaping past your heavy pants, giving yourself over to the burning desire.

His movements quickened, slurping obscenely at your cunt, his skilled appendage pistoned into you with vigorous determination to get you to completion. "Shota.." you whined, sensations becoming overwhelming, needing more to push you over the edge you were teetering on. When the tip of his tongue sinfully flicked over your hidden sweet spot you gasped, thighs attempting to close together in a futile effort to halt the breath stealing sensation.

Shota growled between your legs, reluctantly pulling away from his treat to shoot you a stern look, one that has struck fear into the most ruthless of villains, your arousal glistening on his unkept scruff. Fingers tightening on your thighs, he opened them back up, keeping your thigh planted at the edge of his shoulder allowing him the room he desired "keep your fucking legs open . Im not finished"  he warned with a husky growl, leaving no room for argument or objection before eagerly returning to your core.

Quickly resuming his loud devouring, Shota drove his tongue into your depths, wetting his tongue with your arousal, his desire for you unquenchable. His grip on your legs was bruising, fingers digging into the soft plush, keeping you open for him. He could feel you quiver, your body trembling as the surge of pleasure raced through you, heating every nerve that dwelled within.

You were close, he knew the signs, had them memorised. The shuddering way you gasped between strangled moans, the way your hips jerked minutely, unsure wether to retreat or push closer to the source of your pleasure. The way your fingers tightened in his hair, hand shaking as you resisted the urge to push him closer. He wanted your release, your sweet cries, your addicting taste. The knowledge that he was the one, the only one, who could pleasure you this skilfully.

His own erection straining in his pants, protesting being confined by the unforgiving fabric of his jeans only hastened his need to bring you to completion. Eager to to feel your tight walls being split open by his thick cock, squeezing him so tight it was sinful. His calloused hand trailed up your thigh, slipping between your soaked folds as he returned to your clit, flicking his tongue over it relentlessly.

He could feel your juices being pushed out by his fingers, wetting his hand as he thrusted them into you with increasing speed. Your moans left you without restriction , vocalising the pleasure you were feeling. You were burning, pleasure coursing through your veins like molten lava, incinerating you from the inside out, searching for a way to escape. You could feel your lower stomach tightening, like a band ready to snap and release all the built up tension.

Shota swirled had his tongue around the shape of your clit before surrounding it with his lips and sucking. His fingers curled inside you, beckoning your body to its climax as they brushed over the spongy pleasure point he knew would send you over the edge. And over the edge you went, eyes slamming shut at the rush of release, you saw white behind your lids. Mouth parted in a silent scream, your body jerked and twitched as the orgasm exploded through your body.

Shota groaned as he felt you climax, your walls clamping down tight over his still probing fingers, your release getting pushed out, spraying over his hand. He kept his fingers and tongue moving to carry you trough your orgasm, pridful growl rumbling in his chest. When you were left panting over him, your grip on his hair loosening, Shota finally pulled away from you. Sat back on his haunches, he sucked his fingers clean, dark eyes taking in your appearance.

You were panting, face flushed pink. Beautiful. His. Pulling your leg from his shoulder, Shota shot up to his feet, large hands cupping your face and pulling you into a deep, frenzied kiss. You were pliant in his hands, melting into him as you tasted yourself mixed with the bitter malty remnants of the long forgotten beer he had been nursing.

 "You were beautiful Kitten... perfect"  he whispered huskily against your lips, kissing you again, then one more time "but im not finished with you yet.." his tone turned darker, tilting your head up to look into his eyes. " after that little stunt you pulled.. you're going to be screaming before I'm satisfied you've learnt your lesson.."

Your breath caught in your throat, a chill running down your spine. Shota's hand left your cheek, the sound of his belt buckle clinking soon following. You swallow thickly, tongue darting out to moisten your suddenly dry lips. You couldnt help yourself, at the sound of his zipper being pulled down your eyes drop down automatically, just in time to see his ridgid cock spring free of its denim prison as Shota pushes his jeans down to his mid thigh.

You watch transfixed as he fists himself, squeezing his thick cock as he pumps himself slowly, getting a desperately needed moment of relief. The gravely moan in the back of his throat made your clit throb, pussy aching to have him buried deep inside you. You wanted to touch him, to run your fingers over the vein that protruded ever so slightly, follow it like a road map up to the head of his cock, brush your thumb over the bead of precum. Smeer it down his shaft and wrap your fingers around him, feeling the silky hot skin under your fingers. Pump him slowly until hes thrusting into your hand...

Before you could make a move to fufil your desire to touch him, Shota released the hold he had on himself. He swiftly grabbed your hips, fingers splayed over your ass and lifted you easily, pressing you back against the door. You wrap your legs around his waist, arms circling the back of his neck as you press together. His breath was laborded with need, eyes fixed on yours. He captures your lips once again, hand leaving your hip to guide his cock to your entrance. Sliding through your lips to coat himself in your wettness.

With a rough snap of his hips, Shota sheathes himself to the hilt into you in one fluid snap. You cry out, head thrown back breaking the kiss, hearing his own guteral groan in your ear. Your nails dig into the back of his shoulders, little creaent moon indents left in his skin, proof of your pleasure. Panting lightly as you try to adjust to the thick length stretching you to its shape, you moan up at the ceiling. Not giving you time to adjust he sets a punishing pace, pistoning his cock into your velvety depths as he mouths at your neck.

 "Fuck Kitten.." he growls into your neck, nipping at your sensitive skin "always so goddamn tight.. perfect"

A series of wanton moans and breathless whines fall from your lips as you were repeatedly fucked into the door, hearing it rattle in its frame. Shota's fingers dig into the swell of your ass as he uses it for leverage, slamming you onto his cock every time he drives forward.

"Purr for me Kitten..."  he whispers into your ear, his hot breath making you shiver "let me hear those pretty little moans" 

You oblige, moaning over the lewd symphony of your debauchery, the rhythmic slapping of skin, the sinfuly obscene wettness of your cunt as he hammers into you. "Shota... ngh..." you whine breathlessy, tilting your head down to watch his face. His jaw set in concentration, trying not to blow his load too early. His lips parted with ragged breaths, trying to suck in enough oxygen to keep up with his frenzied pace.

One of his hands leaves your ass to roughly tug down the front of your dress,  cupping one of your perfect round tits, squeezing the weight. He pinches your rosy pink bud between his finger and thumb, groaning at your answering cry. Slamming his hips into your tight heat, Shota watches your breasts bounce. Lured in by the hypnotic sight, he greedily sucks your nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud before suckling. He groans around it, sucking hard before pulling off with a wet pop, pleased with the hardened result. 

His dark eyes are on yours, the heat of his gaze burning your cheeks. You can feel your climax approaching, tetering of the cusp of ecstasy. Pleasure burns through your veins, searing throughout your body, only to pool in your lower belly, a swirling, agonising flood of pleasure ready to breakthrough the dam.

"You're mine Kitten" he growls at you with a particularly vicious thrust of his hips, driving his cock deep into your sopping cunt ".. say it"

"I'm yours.."  you whimper around a desperate breath, catching in your throat as you moan "..I'm yours"

" Again!" He barks at you through clenched teeth, frenzied thrusts jutting his twitching cock into your gspot with dizzying accuracy "louder Kitten!"

"I'M YOURS!"  You cry out, nails digging into his back, clinging onto him for all your worth as your orgasm floods trough you at a rapid pace. You moan, loud and throatily as searing pleasure rips through you, stealing your breath. Your pussy clenches around his cock, reluctant to free him from your depths. Your release, hot and as sweet as the pleausre you're drowning in drenches his cock "SHOTA!" 

"Fuck, Kitten. That it.." He growls into your neck, breathing hard against your skin. His hips stuttering as he spills himself deep within you, a deep throaty groan reverberating through his throat. He grinds his sputtering cock into your fluttering walls, letting your pussy squeeze him of every last drop of his cum. "Ngh...that it.."

You're both left panting, clenching fingers slowly softening on eachothers bodies. Shota's fingers digging into your ass slowly relaxes, smoothing his large hands over the swell, caressing up to your hips and thighs, peppering soft loving kisses into your neck, whispering sweet words of praise as you come down from your high. 

"You did so good Kitten, perfect...took me so god damn well" 

He pulls up slightly, resting his dampened forehead against yours, your hot breaths synchronising between you. Shifting you slighty, Shota slowly slides his softening cock from you, hissing slightly when your walls clamp around his oversensitive flesh. He gently lowers you to your feet, holding your waist, ensuring your feet can support your weight. 

"You okay, Kitten?" He asks you softly, tenderly kissing your forehead when you nod. After tucking himself away, Shota carefully rearanges your dress, covering your boosm, pulling the hem down over your ass and down to your thighs. Hands smoothing thier way back up to your waist once you were presentable. Putting a finger under your chin, he directs your face up yo his, thumb gently cleaning up your slightly smeered lipstick while staring into your eyes "You are mine Kitten.. never forget that"

          It’s been a few years since your mother died, and it’s affected you and your stepfather both immensely. But in those years, the loss has just made your bond even stronger. You do everything together whenever you can, and he even takes time off of work for you, which makes it even more special. He is your rock, and you are his.

          You’ve never really had a boyfriend, and even when you have, they never last long. It’s not that you look bad; you look more and more like your mom every day, and she was gorgeous. It’s not your demeanor; you’re very kind, sweet, and caring to everyone you meet. For the life of you, you can’t figure out why you can’t keep a boyfriend longer than a few days.

          It was your sweet 16 last weekend, and this weekend, you’ve decided to just chill in your house instead of going out to see other people or having any friends over. With all of the excitement of your birthday and then school throughout the week, there’s only one person you want to be around: Aizawa. He’s a wonderful father-figure, even though he’s not your biological parent. 

          You haven’t seen your own father since your mom took you when you were 7 to see him in prison, so Aizawa is the only real dad you have. He’s also the only family that you have, as your mom didn’t have any family left and Aizawa himself doesn’t have anyone, either. It’s just the two of you, and honestly, that’s enough for you.

          Aizawa is a bit cold and strict with everyone else, but with you, he’s like a different person entirely. He dotes on you as if you were truly his own, giving you all the love and affection that he has inside. It’s almost enough to make you jealous when he is nice to anyone else, because you’re so used to being the only one to receive his affection and it makes you feel special to be that person.

          That being said, he has already promised this weekend will be just you and him, and you couldn’t be more excited. He’s even coming home early from work just to maximize his time with you since last weekend was time you spent with all of your friends. It is almost like his birthday gift to you. Well, another gift, since he also gave you actual gifts at your birthday party, but this is like an encore.

          When you get home from school, you go take a shower because you want to be clean and comfortable when you snuggle in with him for the movies he promised to watch later. After your shower, you get into your favorite oversized T-shirt and shorts, leaving your hair loose after you brush it so it can dry properly.

          Once you’re finished, you waltz out into the living area, running to greet him at the door. He’d barely had time to even properly get inside before you attacked him with a hug. “Hi, Daddy,” you say affectionately, squeezing him tightly. The sight of you so excited makes his heart skip a beat, and he leans down to give you a soft kiss on your forehead.

          “Hey there, sweetpea,” he greets back, setting his keys and a bag with takeout in it on the counter and kicking the door closed behind him, wrapping you in his warm, strong arms. “You ready for this weekend,” he questions softly, affection laced in his voice that one would only hear when he’s talking to you. Once again, you find yourself feeling happier because of this knowledge.

          “Yeah,” you answer back, your voice bubbling with excitement. Your eyes glitter as you look up at him, your cheek squished against his chest as you continue to hug him so tightly. He can’t help but smile at how adorable you are. When you let go of him, you both eat your takeout and he goes to take a quick shower, coming out in sweatpants and a T-shirt. “Ready to watch some movies,” he asks, chuckling when you nod so eagerly.

          You settle in and watch a steady marathon of all of your favorite movies, only really getting up between movies to go to the bathroom or get up to make popcorn or get more drink. It’s the perfect chill night with your favorite person in the whole world. You watch movies for hours, staying curled into his side but snuggling closer with every movie that you watch.

          On one movie break, when you come back from the bathroom, he lets you sit on his lap. It’s a perfectly normal occurrence between the two of you, and you like it because it means that he can hold you even closer while you watch movies with him, his chin resting on your shoulder as you relax together. You watch the whole movie like this, comfortable in his embrace with nowhere else you’d rather be.

          “Hey (Y/n),” he whispers into your ear, his chin digging into your shoulder with every word as he speaks. “Yeah,” you answer back softly, turning your head slightly to look at him for whatever he wants to say. He looks like he debates what he wants to ask before finally opening his mouth to speak. “Do you want to watch a new movie with me?”

          “A new movie? Sure,” you say excitedly. You always love when he has new movies to show you, so you’re sure this will be no different. He looks at you with a soft smile, affection and… something else, twinkling in his gray eyes. He speaks, his voice soft and sweet. “Alright, (Y/n)… It’s a bit more mature than some of the things we watch, but you’re getting older now, so I can’t limit you to kids movies forever, you know?”

          “Oh… Well, I don’t mind, I guess. I’m sure it will be fine, right?” You look at him, returning his soft smile. He pulls up the movie he wants to watch and returns his chin to your shoulder, his arms draped loosely around you. It’s Deadpool, so there’s a lot of action and you are absorbed in the story since it’s almost like what you imagine Aizawa doing, but a bit more violent and vulgar.

           The vulgarity doesn’t really bother you, because you’ve heard worse at school. It’s when Wade finds Vanessa and their intimate moments are displayed that you find yourself getting a bit flushed and embarrassed. You try to power through, but your body starts to become as warm as your face and you have no idea why, but your heart is also racing.

          “You okay, sweetpea,” Aizawa asks softly, secretly knowing exactly what’s happening and reveling in it. “I… I’m okay, Daddy,” you say, your face beet red, unable to look away from the movie. It’s like morbid curiosity. You feel Aizawa’s chin digging into your shoulder again when he speaks. “That’s what two people do when they love each other very much,” he whispers softly.

          You swallow and keep watching, not noticing where his hands are until he slips one down over your hips and in between your legs, rubbing you softly through your shorts. Your core throbs from the sudden touch and you let out a soft noise of surprise. “Shhh,” he whispers. “It’s okay, (Y/n). I know what you need. You just have to trust me, okay?”

          “Mhm,” you answer hesitantly, more of a whimper than anything else. He gives a soft smile and applies a bit more pressure, causing the throbbing to increase, wetness building quickly at your entrance. You’re not really paying much attention to the movie anymore, and he pauses it to give you his full attention. You whimper again, not sure what this is but knowing that it feels wonderful. 

          He knows you need a bit more, so he slips his hand into your shorts and starts playing directly with your throbbing clit. Your legs try to squeeze closed on instinct, but he holds them apart. He coos sweetly into your ear while he massages you just right, “You’re my sweet girl, aren’t you?” Your mind is slow to process that he’s said anything, still concentrated on the pleasure, but you manage to answer. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

          He smirks quietly, slipping his other hand up your shirt to start massaging your breasts, playing with your hardened nipples. You lean back into his embrace, squirming as he gives extra care and attention to your sensitive skin. He decides that it’s time to keep going, slipping a long digit into your weeping hole while he keeps circling your clit with his thumb. The sudden invasion makes you gasp, but it feels good when he curls his finger inside you, so you don’t complain.

          He listens to the way you mewl in pleasure, your breath coming in hot pants, and he starts to get hard beneath your squirming form. He knows he needs you prepared for him so he adds another finger, kissing the side of your neck. He feels you start to tremble, your juices slick on his hand, and he knows you’re close. “Let yourself go, sweet girl. It’s alright,” he whispers softly. 

          Something about the way he says it makes your body follow his command and you let out a strangled moan as you squirt all over his hand, clutching at his forearms as you ride it out. He kisses the side of your neck again. “Good girl,” he whispers sensually. “Do you want me to make it feel even better, sweet girl?” He grins as you mumble an affirmative answer, panting hard from the exertion and your release.

          He has you turn around, pulling his pants down enough to free his erection, pre cum already leaking from the tip. He motions you closer and guides you to straddle him. “It might hurt a bit at first, but I promise it will feel so good, (Y/n),” he whispers. You nod your understanding and then he pushes your shorts aside, aligning his tip with your entrance. He pushes you down on it slowly, watching himself disappear inside of your slick walls.

          “Sweet girl, you have to relax just a bit, okay,” he grunts softly, biting his lip as he slides you down further. You clutch onto his shoulders, tears pricking at your eyes, but you try to do as he says and relax. When you do, you notice that it doesn’t hurt as much anymore and you let out a soft noise of pleasure as he reaches deeper and deeper.

          When you’re fully seated on his lap, he lets you sit there for just a minute to get used to the size of him inside of you. It’s a very full feeling. “Are you ready, (Y/n),” he asks you softly. You nod, and he puts his hands on your hips, his grip firm but gentle as he helps you start moving up and down. “D-Daddy, it feels so good,” you whimper as you start moving more on your own.

          “Good, sweet girl,” he replies softly, brushing your hair back off of your collarbone and pressing light kisses to your skin, groaning softly as you keep riding his lap. He kisses along your collarbone and up your neck, nipping and sucking the skin lightly here and there. The fabric of your shorts is getting sticky with your juices as you keep going, but neither of you care at this point.  

         He’s actually thankful that you decided not to wear a bra or panties. It makes it that much hotter for him. He slips off your baggy T-shirt so he can watch your breasts bounce, letting out a low moan at the sight. His hips jerk upwards into you and you let out a whimper of surprise as he starts rutting into you, matching your pace. He thrusts faster, gripping your hips as he helps you keep up with his pace. 

          The faster and harder he thrusts, the farther he pushes inside you, and the entire situation is just too much to handle. You clench around his cock without warning, soaking his lap as you cry out in pleasure. He barely has time to pull out before his hot seed spills all over your thighs, staining the front of your shorts. Both of you pant, your breathing hot and labored. Something about the sight of you right now turns him on even more.

          He pulls you in close and gives you a tender kiss. “How are you feeling, sweet girl,” he asks in a soft whisper. Through your heavy breathing, you mumble, “I’m okay, Daddy.” He watches you for a minute, pulling you a bit closer in his arms and rubbing circles into your back with his fingers. “Do you want more,” he asks cautiously.

          “More?” You ask, a bit confused. “I don’t know if I could do that again tonight.” He brings his hand up and caresses your cheek. “(Y/n), I can give you more, and this time, I’ll do all the work… If you want, that is. We don’t have to.” His voice is soft and sweet, and you feel like you do want him to do more. “It’s okay, Daddy… I want to.”

          “Alright… Lay down next to me,” he commands softly, patting the couch cushion next to him. You do as he says and watch him strip off his shirt and pants, revealing his muscled form in an extent that you’ve never seen it before. He grabs ahold of your wet, sticky shorts and slides them off of you, leaving you both completely naked, just staring at each other for a moment in silence.

          Aizawa moves closer, crawling on top of you. He positions himself between your thighs, leaning down to kiss you. His lips are warm and soft, and he hopes that you can feel just how much he loves you through his kisses. He probes your lips with his tongue, rubbing the tip of his cock on your swollen clit to make you gasp and let him explore your mouth. Your taste is intoxicating to him, and he grins into the kiss as your tongue starts moving against his.

          He rubs against you for another minute or two, teasing you just right until you let out a needy whine. “Okay sweet girl… I’ll give you what you want,” he says softly, pushing his cock deep into your already quivering walls. There’s no adjustment period this time before he starts slamming his hips into yours. The new angle rubs that spongy spot in just the right way with every powerful stroke.

          He kisses you while he pounds into you, muffling your moans as his tongue invades your mouth once more. He pushes you quickly towards your release, growing more and more ravenous for your taste and the feel of you squeezing around his cock. When his own release comes, he doesn’t even bother pulling out this time, filling you up with cum and pumping it deep inside you.

          He fucks you until your cries become completely incoherent and his seed oozes from your overstimulated hole, your heart pounding in our chest and your throat a bit raw. He strokes your hair softly, smiling down at you as he tries to get his own breathing under control. “Are you okay, sweet girl,” he asks affectionately, his gray eyes slightly concerned that he may have gone too far.