Chillin

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 didn’t 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 wasn’t one to be good with words. So at times like these, he found his own ways of ‘self-expression’.

Sometimes it wouldn’t 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 wasn’t 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.  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. 

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 wouldn’t 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? 

“G-good kitty, if I knew any better I’d assume you get off to suckin daddys co- ngh kitten. Slow down I’m gonna c-cum.” Of course, it wasn’t 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. “Look at me kitten, look at what a fucking mess you made me.” 

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 didn’t 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. 

“Shouta... have you lost your manners? If you really think you can cum in my mouth that easily? Your wrong.” His eyes widened and his breath hitched in his throat.

“If you want me to suck your cock dry your going to have to beg.” 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.

“I.. I um.” He looked down. Avoiding your eyes in shame and embarrassment. 

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 didn’t notice the hand circling his neck and reaching into his sweaty raven locks. 

“What was that baby? I didn’t understand you.” You said with a mocking tone, a shit eating grin appearing oto your face.

He was trapped, and both of you knew it. 

“I-I’m in control here, kitten.” He mumbled, his voice was whiny and barley audible. Your grin quickly disappeared as soon as it began, a annoyed grimace replacing it. 

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.

 “One last chance kitten.” Your warm breath danced over Shouta’s 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 ‘fuck you’ 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. 

“No. No please Y/N n-not that... I’ll be your good boy I swear! You can milk me dry please. You can fuck me like a good kitty I’ll do anything please...”

“Ugh, why must you be so stubborn baby. I don’t like punishing you y’know, but you make it so hard not to.” Punishing? That word made Shouta’s ear perk up as you slid off his lap. Walking over to the bedside table and digging through a drawer. Letting out a small ‘aha’ 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 it’s 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.

“Now now, if you just acted like a good boy..” Taking his chin in your hand you tilted him to make him look up at you “Maybe you would get to cum!” 

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. 

“Now, what's your color, doll?” Shouta gulped

 “Green.. Master.”