The concept of having beefy juicy hairy Aizawa being bent over your couch as youâre fucking him from behind. His black tail wrapped around the wrist you used to pin his hand behind his back and the other one smooshing his face against the couch, his ears twitching against your knuckles.
The couch screaming for help against the floors as the mounds of his ass slaps against your hips, his groans and moans deep and guttural, only to get higher and needier as your hard slow thrusts pound against his prostate.
âugh-uh-uuuuhfffuuuuuckâŠâ he groans, his voice cracking and punched out every time your hips clap against his ass.
âThatâs it baby, take that dick. All 8inches, mhmâŠuh uh donât scratch up our fuckinâ couch, I promise you, you wonât remember the feeling of an orgasm until you buy me a new one, fuckinâ slut.â
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Ken Takagi (Rock Lock): "Turn Up The Heat" (NSFW)
Requested by: @princeasimdiya12
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Sumary: Finaly returning home after ten years from over seas as a sex therapist, reader reunites with his long time friend Keiko and her husband Ken also known as the her Rock Lock, managing to befriend the seasoned hero. On one fateful day the topic of their failing sexlife comes up and Reader offers a generous hand to spice things up.
man youâve Always got my vibes wasnât sure how down youâd be for that dynamic but you whoo. Whoo. was barely even starting to think that but yes shinso pushing boundaries in the name of quirk practice and looking into aizawaâs eyes with baited breath for the loss of control due to pain and aizawa sometimes starting to hang around shinso at unscheduled times hoping heâll drop him out of his head and bring him back with some new ache. shinso pushing boundaries pushing up his teacherâs sleeves and blowing on the hair of his arms to see if it makes him shiver, to see if that pulls him out of it (his skin rises in goodebumps but he stays under). he should test different things than pain and see if that undoes the quirk, right? and aizawaâs encouraged him to be not as scared of his quirk, to get a little playful maybe. if he shaves aizawaâs legs he was just playing with water and sensations and seeing how that affected his control of his quirk, not about getting his hands on aizawa in a plausibly deniable way. if he sits on his lap and touches his face and neck and dips his fingers under his shirt he was just seeing if the pressure would make his legs go numb. wondering if pins and needles would wake him before he slapped him aware. experimenting with different kinds of pain because they break his mental hold differently and accumulating some bdsm equipment - ladder of welts on the back of aizawaâs thigh because thatâs safer than other places. having such perfect control that he can press on it afterward and feel the heat of the red swollen skin with aizawa none the wiser. electricity leaving no marks but aizawaâs muscles jump randomly sometimes. makes shinso feel like doctor frankenstein. and he gets to watch aizawa endure it for a second awake before he pulls the current painful enough to break his hold away. fingers in his mouth to see if choking would wake him up - and if it does the question is is will aizawaâs gag reflex wear out sooner or will shinso figure out how to keep mental hold of his teacher while heâs gagging around his fingers sooner? and if heâs had him gagging around his fingers and walking around hoarse for days itâs basically nothing to kiss him then. even bite his lips red. maybe even if he gets caught with his hand down aizawaâs pants he can say he was testing if he can hold on to someone mentally through arousal. it might not be a fair trial because after all this practice aizawaâs mind is smooth and trusting under his quirk, ready for him to do whatever he wants. maybe he could even get him to come while heâs under and leave him none the wiser in the afterglow. maybe he should start with playing with his nipples, thatâs more plausibly deniable - less so if heâs caught sucking on them. all sorts of things he could try. heâs never done with playing with aizawa -đ§
gooddddddd yessss Shinsou absolutely losing the plot after the like third session and Aizawa starting to realize it but not doing anything against it. Because he's as much into Shinsou as Shinsou is into him and they *can't do this* but under the guise of helping him practice with his Quirk...?
Shinsou fantasizing during classes just how to push a tiny bit more. How to be just a little bit more unhinged. What will it take for Aizawa-sensei to finally slam down his boot and tell him he can't do these things to him??
He has him open his pants and lean over his desk with them around his knees. He's still wearing his boxers but he's standing there like he is the disobedient school boy, his thighs all vulnerable and pale and covered with coarse, dark hairs.
Shinsou flogs him and maybe... just maybe rubs the tip of his weeping cock against those angry red welts. Smears his pre-cum there. Imagines jerking off on his sensei's hurt but chickening out last second.
He waits in class the next day, nauseous with excitement and trepidation, knowing that this time Aizawa will tell him off.
But he doesn't. He stalks into class like nothing happened. Tells them to shut up and get on their seats with that same, deep monotone mumbling.
Starts talking to them about hero ethics and what do do in a situation where a Victim does not want to be saved for XYZ reason.
Shinsou barely listens. Just stares at him. Knows he's got those welts underneath his baggie clothes. Wills him to say something. But Aizawa doesn't even look at him.
That is, until he gives them all assignments and he goes to sit down at the teacher's desk and Shinsou can see it. The barest flicker of hesitation before he sits down. The opening of his mouth as he exhales roughly once the welts hit is seat.
And then his dark eyes flickering over to Shinsou. Looking at him for a half second before looking back down at whatever it is he has to write while they work.
It's when Shinsou realizes just the type of power he's got over him. That Aizawa-sensei will, in fact, not stop him. That he'll let Shinsou do whatever his emerging little Dom heart could desire.
Contents: Dom/Sub Dynamics, Pet names (Doll, Kitty, Kitten) , Daddy kink, Dom to Sub, Oral (giving), Dub-Con (Uses the word no without meaning it)
A/N: Bro, Iâm not gonna lie this is my first time writing like, smut smut. So it isnât gonna be great. But I was hornee and I can write a little so a dude had to what a dude had to do lol. I hope you enjoy ;]
Nsfw Below The Cut
What lead up to this moment was mainly all a blur. One moment you were lazing about on your shared bed, watching whatever seemed to be interesting. Shows passed like minutes on the clock, the next moment Aizawa Shouta, your beloved husband came home. After his no doubt long, tedious, and painfully slow day? Sometimes he didnât mind taking it upon himself to shove his length into your throat. Forcing you to choke and gag on it until you were crying and struggling to breath.
To him, he was venting out his frustrations of the day without talking about it directly. You both knew that Shouta wasnât one to be good with words. So at times like these, he found his own ways of âself-expressionâ.
Sometimes it wouldnât move beyond a quick blow job. Dissolving into cuddles and food, other times it would drag out until you were both too fucked out to move beyond eachothers arms.
Anyway you looked at it, teaching a class full of super powered teenagers with the self preservation of a piece of toast could never be easy.
With being a pro-hero, teaching, and the occasional patrol it was his job to keep a level head in all circumstances that he was met with. So whenever he would come home, he would greet you, and take a nice hot shower.
But when he was able to keep his eyes open afterwards, it wasnât uncommon to have a horny Aizawa on your hands.
Today, was one of those days. Where he was frustrated and exhausted beyond words with the day, and all he needed was you. Midoriya broke a total of 3 bones, Bakugou blew up a desk, Mineta peered up 5 girls skirts and Ashido melted a vending machine.Â
So when you turned to your tired lover and he began tying his hair up, staring you dead in the eyes as he did so. The only thing covering him a very loosely wrapped on towel, you knew exactly how your night would go.Â
The tip of his cock teased the back of your throat just enough for tears to well up in your eyes. Falling down your cheeks as you gripped your cock, somehow getting even more hard as you stroked it. Gripping it harshly, just as Shouta did to push you to the cusp of pure ecstasy that much faster. The hand locked into your hair tilted your head up while keeping up the steady rhythm, silently ordering you to look at him. Despite the order, you kept your eyes fixed on his lower stomach. Bratting out against him despite the possible repercussions you knew he wouldnât mind enforcing.
So you were knelt before him as he sat on your shared bed. One hand holding a death grip in your hair, and the other propping himself up as he watches you swallow his cock eagerly. He chuckled before groaning again, fuck did you get better at this?Â
âG-good kitty, if I knew any better Iâd assume you get off to suckin daddys co- ngh kitten. Slow down Iâm gonna c-cum.â Of course, it wasnât up to you how fast you moved. The tight grip he had on your hair meant his hips thrusting into your awaiting mouth were the ones who set the pace.
Shouta seeing this rebellion against his orders, tugged on your hair violently. Making you humm out a small groan, the vibrations sent through his cock could have made him cum right there and then. âLook at me kitten, look at what a fucking mess you made me.âÂ
Finally you decided to comply. Allowing your eyes to trail from his stomach, toned through hours upon hours of training. To his chest, old bite marks sat as a reminder who he belonged to around each of his nipples, to his face.
 A thin layer of sweat covered his figure, cause his messy tangled hair to stick to the frame of his forehead and cheeks. Pupils blown wide with a glossed over lust fill expression deepening the already dark color of them. His breathing irregular and changing with each bob of your head. It was cute... You knew that you were the only one that could make this like him. That fact brought you a sense of pride you rarely felt.
It felt right, it felt empowering, it felt good.
His hand loosening on your head while his eyes stared into your own. Shouta losing himself to the pleasure as his release approached. He was open and unsuspecting of anything to happen in this state, clearly it was up to you to prove him wrong right? Quickening the pase, you begun taking kitten licks at his head with the tip of your tongue. Only to wrap his cock whole with it the further it entered your mouth.
The thought alone switched something in your mind. You knew that you were going to some way, somehow, make him yours. Turn the tides, using and breaking him and make that pretty mind of his think about you and only you. Make him call your name like a broken record untill he can't even form words.
Yea... that would be nice. Now it was time to just wait until his guard slipped to make this pretty little kitten purr. Even if it meant you had to pretend to let him have the reins for now.
The build up of spit and pre-come making delicously lewd sounds that made Shoutas dick twitch. Perfectly accompanying the melody of Shoutas moans and grunts. The hand previously controlling your head went to help prop himself up as he stared down at you in a haze of love, lust, and passion.
His face flushed a adorable shade of pink, what were you doing? You were going to make him come so fast without him telling you too! Yet he didnât stop you... Instead watching as you effortlessly glided up and down his length.
His cock twitched and his breath hitched as his groans grew louder and louder. He really was always so easy to read, poor baby~.
You chuckled, pulling your mouth off his cock and took both of your hands to rubbing his thighs. A little disappointed as the sudden stop halted your own orgasm, but that could wait. You could handle a little edging if it meant a little fun with your little kitten.Â
âShouta... have you lost your manners? If you really think you can cum in my mouth that easily? Your wrong.â His eyes widened and his breath hitched in his throat.
âIf you want me to suck your cock dry your going to have to beg.â he stared at your face, trying to read your expression. All he was met with were cold, jagged eyes and a intent to do whatever necessary to force him into submission.
âI.. I um.â He looked down. Avoiding your eyes in shame and embarrassment.Â
You sighed and stood up, causing you to tower over your husband sitting down on the bed who sat there confused and horny. The height difference only helping establish the dominant role you now possessed with a iron fist. You sat down onto his lap, straddling his waist with thighs on either side of his torso. Both of your cocks rubbed, causing you to bite back a moan at the sudden contact on your almost painfully hard erection.
You stared him down, intimidating sim just enough so he didnât notice the hand circling his neck and reaching into his sweaty raven locks.Â
âWhat was that baby? I didnât understand you.â You said with a mocking tone, a shit eating grin appearing oto your face.
He was trapped, and both of you knew it.Â
âI-Iâm in control here, kitten.â He mumbled, his voice was whiny and barley audible. Your grin quickly disappeared as soon as it began, a annoyed grimace replacing it.Â
You sharply pulling at the back of his head, allowing You more access to his throat. You bent down and placed your plush lips to his pulse point.
 âOne last chance kitten.â Your warm breath danced over Shoutaâs skin making him shudder. Despite the many years you had been together you had never failed to make his heart beat from his chest. He grumbled a wimpy âfuck youâ before he felt teeth sink into his neck. You pulled away just to go back into sucking hickeys into his neck. Shouta tried to remain silent, looking away as he bit his bottom lip nearly to the point of drawing blood to hold back moans so as to now encourage you.Â
âNo. No please Y/N n-not that... Iâll be your good boy I swear! You can milk me dry please. You can fuck me like a good kitty Iâll do anything please...â
âUgh, why must you be so stubborn baby. I donât like punishing you yâknow, but you make it so hard not to.â Punishing? That word made Shoutaâs ear perk up as you slid off his lap. Walking over to the bedside table and digging through a drawer. Letting out a small âahaâ sound in victory as you seized whatever it was that you were looking for. Shouta tried to get a glace at what you had been so excited to find until you turned.
 Making him freeze in place as his eyes widened at the object you held. A cock ring, the one who vibrated so fucking good. The one who teased him with itâs rapid pulses. Bringing him so close to his release then stealing it from him just as he tried to grab it. Edging him for hours on end, feeling so good, but never good enough.
You tutted in response and stepped towards him.
âNow now, if you just acted like a good boy..â Taking his chin in your hand you tilted him to make him look up at you âMaybe you would get to cum!âÂ
The sickenly sweet, almost mocking, way you said the words as you reached down to grasp his cock with one hand, cock ring ready in the other made his heart race.Â
âNow, what's your color, doll?â Shouta gulped
 âGreen.. Master.âÂ
That was exactly you wanted to hear, as you slipped it on placing it snuggly at his base. Causing Shouta to groan and suck in a breath at the friction. You wouldnât turn it on yet, he earned that much at least. âGreat, get on your back Sho. Letâs have some fun tonight~.â
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Aizawa likes to be comfortable, allowing you to take over the situation as he lays back on the bed, the pillow underneath him keeping his hips up at an angle he couldn't help but describe as "easy access" with a humorous sigh. He adjusts himself, black eyes meeting yours through eyelashes as he spreads his legs unabashedly. He was eager to start but the way your gaze trailed down his naked body was something he enjoyed enough to wait through. He made a show of clenching his hole slightly knowing that your attentive gaze would pick up on the small motion.
One of your hands comes up to grip his thigh, keeping the leg steady as you spread him further. You knew how much he enjoyed the feeling of his muscles relaxing under your hold every time you massaged him gently, soft hums of approval leaving his throat from your movements. You coated your fingers in lubricant and the brunet's eyes that had previously fallen shut slowly opened once again to follow your actions. Watching the fingers slowly disappear inside of him was one of his favorite parts of it all.
When the first finger makes its way past the tight ring of muscle, the strength he used to keep himself up enough to watch your ministrations willingly gave out, the hero deciding to bask in the sensations already traveling up his body instead of putting any extra energy into supporting his weight. The way your fingers pressed into him at a faster pace made him wince but it wasn't an unwelcome sensation, the pain only making him slip further into his headspace. His ass could take a lot more, and it would soon enough, but the way his heartbeat picked up from a mere finger alone had a nice blush coating his cheeks that he was far too busy to know or care was there.
You pulled your finger out until only the tip remained, adding another to the previously lonesome digit before sliding it in. Aizawa thrust against them, already craving more despite you having just added another, and within a few thrusts, he vocalized just this. Despite his desire to be filled up by you, you ignored his wants in turn for stretching him thoroughly, drawing out pathetically endearing sounds from the man whenever you pressed against his walls.
Once you felt generous enough to adhere to his pleas you were far less gentle, not bothering to ease the finger in but instead allowing the lube to lessen the friction as you entered another into his awaiting hole. It burned ever so slightly and the hero was grateful for that, breath stuttering before his nose scrunched from the pleasure. His soft breathes only lasted a moment before a high-pitched whine echoed off the walls with a simple curl of your fingers.
His mouth was swollen from the abuse his teeth had caused it but the moisture from his tongue lolling against the flesh had it looking soft and welcoming. Your lips fell against his without warning, body pulled close as your lover's hands gripped desperately at your waist. You felt his hole clench around you as his mouth fell open in invitation, his own relaxed body making his movements slow and languid while his prostate continued to be abused by your movements.
You released his thigh for a moment to interlace your fingers with his, giving him a soft smile as you guided his hand to his leaking cock. You maneuvered him to thumb at his tip, only releasing him once he started picking up the pace on his own. He may have been a pillow prince but the way he leaked against his stomach as you two worked together to please him made it clear he enjoyed every minute of the slow torture.
You continue to drill into him, finding the sweet bundle of nerves inside with every thrust of your hand. He pressed his head into the pillow, turning himself away from you with eyes squeezed shut out of pleasure. You soothed him, quietly shushing him as he continued to whine beneath you. Stroking his cheek softly did nothing to quiet his cries but it did manage to get him to open his eyes enough to look at you. Tears threatened to spill over his waterline and the hand that was previously caressing his face now moved to take over the job of stroking his cock in order to make the moisture in his eyes overflow.
His mouth formed an "O" shape as his eyebrows raised in shock, the sounds coming more frequently now as he twitched in your grasp. His hips lifted themselves off the pillow as he fucked himself into your hand, thrusting back against your fingers on the way down. "Please," he begged, repeating the words like a mantra. He was never the best with words when it came to sex, preferring to express himself by nonverbal means. When he finally spills over your palm, leaking down against his stomach, the gasping noises he makes act as music to your ears and your fingers keep up their movements until he starts to lean away from the oversensitivity.
Like- heâs trying not to give you a reaction.. but those strokes youâre giving him đ€.
My boys having a really really tough time, twitching and shaking involuntarily. Biting his lip to try and muffle the sounds while he squirms for some sort of leverage but he canât do anything because youâve folded this man like paper. Heâs trying to fight against the leather cuffs but to no avail. He would be wondering why tf he let you do this to him but he canât think of anything other than you ramming that dildo up his ass- SORRY IM GONNA STOP NOW âââ WHEWWWWWWWWWW
Resist.
HeyyâŠ.yall đ *clears throat.*
CW: Condescending reader, soft dom reader, pegging, bottom Aizawa, sub Aizawa, slight feminization, slight mean reader, forced edging, restraining
Words: 940
"Come on now baby you can take this dick..." You breathed out, warm breath fanning into his blushed ear as your strap slammed in and out of his hole. His moans were whiny and guttural, his breath and body strained as you forced his thighs against stomach. "M-mngh- fuck you..." he cursed out, pretty eyes squeezed shut as he tried to get a hold of reality, trying to ignore how good you made him felt. He was so stubborn, not wanting to fully submit even if you had him folded like this
You couldn't help but to grin down at him, the grip on his hairy thighs tightening. You found it amusing that he was suffering, that he was trying so hard not to enjoy the way you thrusted into him, the tip of your strap repeatedly thrusting into his prostate. "Cmon baby don't be like that... shit, you're dripping like a girl." You chuckled eyes peering down towards his throbbing red tip, pre cum drooling down to his toned belly, sliding down his angry shaft.
Your words only added more embarrassment to his situation, sun freckled skin flushing red, arms flexing behind his back as he wanted to so badly touch you, to place his hands underneath your ass to help you fuck him. His body twitched and arched, his lips red and swollen as he pulled them into his mouth to keep his nasty sounds at bay.
It didn't work of course. Not when you were fucking him like this, not when your nails dug into his muscles to hold his thighs in place, his ass and your hips angled just right. "Mmnhg-mmsofuckinclose," he whines, voice fast, throat raspy and raw from his muffled groans and grunts-rambles falling from his swollen lips, repeating how close he was to releasing.
Then you did something unexpected, a sharp gasp leaving his mouth-he almost choked and cough. Your hand left his thigh to grip onto the base of his dick, your grip tight, holding onto him like a vise. "Don't fucking cum yet, don't you dare... not until you admit it," you spoke, your hips slowing, letting him chase the orgasm he couldn't quite grasp.
This was fucking torture for the man, his face scrunching up from the uncomfortable feeling of his balls and stomach tightening from the edge, from how tight you were holding him. Why why whyyy did he let you do this? Why did he agree to let you play with him like this- why... his thoughts soon turned into mush though as he desperately wanted that high, to feel that fuzzy feeling in his brain when he came.
âP-please..â he gritted out, hoping if he begged you for release he wouldnât have to admit how good it felt, how much he enjoyed being folded and manhandled like this. Little did he know this was more pathetic than him just admitting how good it felt.
You didnât let him get a pass. As much as you loved to hear his rough pleases and begs to cum- you didnât let him. So with a corrective slap on his thigh, your hips continued to move relentlessly, your hand fisting his cock tightly, not giving him a chance to forget his place. âCome on baby, you know what I want to hear. Tell me how good I make you feel, tell me how good your wife is fucking you,â
Your tone was cocky and condescending, a smirk on your face as you listened to his pained whines and whimpering, watching as his stomach caved in, his plump pecks vibrating with every thrust you gave him. He couldnât even speak coherently anymore, his deep voice replaced with something more feminine and rough as he tried to explain how good you made him felt. âI-oh god-I- I canât, please- you make me-â he swallowed thickly, his voice a gasp as you kept hitting that spot, his balls throbbing and red as you restricted his base, âfeelsogood,â he continued, eyes barely opened as they stared up at yours.
You felt a pang of satisfaction once he finally gave you what you wanted, a low hum leaving your throat. You could feel the way he throbbed and pulsated in your palm, his body reacting to your noises, your voice, your movements. When you finally released his shaft his mind couldnât even keep up with the way his body reacted, how fast his orgasm came, how hot and twitchy his body felt as a white heat filled his body.
You watch as his heavy load squirted and shot onto his stomach, his chest, how it lazily dripped down his red cock until it dropped near his navel. âMm~ good job baby⊠you look so good like this.â You praised your husband, your sloppy thrusting slowly down into a lazily hump as you let him ride through his orgasm.
His tanned lined body stained red, his abdomen covered in his sweat and arousal, black hair sprawled on yâallâs mattress like a dark halo. He huffed out air as he slowly caught his breath, his body felt like jello and his thighs twitched against his body as he felt your gently thumbs draw circles on the inside of his muscles. âFuck⊠whereâd you learn thatâŠâ he asked, voice raspy and tired as his eyes came to a close.
You chuckled, a cocky grin on your face as you continued to stare down at his fucked state. âTwitter.â
Current WIP's and the order they will be written in!
"Anything For You, Your Highness." A Platonic FTM Reader x Odypen (SFW)
- Sumary: After Odysseus hadn't returned in over twelve years and the Suitors start to grow restless, Reader; a long time friend and servant of the royal family takes matters into their own hands to assure that Penelope can stick to her promise of staying loyal to her husband and the only way they knew how to do so was to become a 'suitor' themself.
"Turn Up The Heat" Rock Lock x Male Reader (NSFW)
- Sumary: Finaly returning home after ten years from over seas as a sex therapist, reader reunites with his long time friend Keiko and her husband Ken also known as the her Rock Lock, managing to befriend the seasoned hero. On one fateful day the topic of their failing sexlife comes up and Reader offers a generous hand to spice things up.
