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I have always enjoyed creating content because i genuinely love the game and the lovely community. My goal has always been to share that passion through art that brings excitement and enjoyment to fellow players.
I was deeply disappointed by the recent announcement. Many players were eagerly looking forward to valko, and the sudden decision has left a large part of the community feeling disheartened. Seeing so many passionate players affected by this has also been difficult for me as a creator, I sincerely hope it gets resolved soon. I truly want to continue creating content that brings positivity.
♱⋅── about: valko gets turned on when you beat him in play fighting, especially when you get a little rough? Yes or yes?
♱⋅── wc: 3.2k
♱⋅── warnings: mdni. smut, breeding kink, scent kink, knotting, mate mentioned, dry humping, sub!valko, puppy coded valko, size difference, we love big subby men
One hundred forty-three rounds later, and you’ve finally won.
Every bulging, sweaty muscle strains as you laugh on top of Valko for the final lunge, pinning him by his throat and waist into the mats below.
“Haha, and that’s victory for me!”
He grumbles in response, pouting although you see the ghost of a smile curl against his lips. “Ya right. You tripped me, dirty little minx.”
You coo at his adorable sulking, “Big bad wolf can't handle a little bit of dirty play?” Pressing your forearm harder, you watch something dark flicker in Valko’s eyes as his breath stutters. “Don’t you know your enemies will be ready to exploit your every weakness?”
The room is filled with both of your ragged breathing, sweat dripping between your tanged bodies, undoubtedly soaking through your bra and shorts. The air sticks to you, hot and sticky.
Valko takes a deep inhale, chest rising under your palm, before going unnaturally still. The stillness of a predator ready to jump.
You tense, anticipating him to wrestle you off and begin the next match, and yet it never comes.
No. Instead, you’re met with the unmistakable feeling of something growing harder, larger, pushing up against your clothed ass.
The flush on your face is no longer just from exhaustion.
“Did you- are you—”
Valko’s whine cuts you off, his eyes screwed shut as if in horrible pain. “Don’t. Please.”
He’s trembling. Every hulking muscle under you straining as his enormous palms come up to cup your thighs, nails digging in.
“I just,” Valko lets out another whine, pitched and desperate, his amber eyes snapping open and begging up at you no better than a puppy would. “Ah shit, you’re so perfect. Fight perfect, smell perfect,” one broad hand goes to your ass, squeezing hard enough to pull a startled yelp from you, the sound shooting through him like another strike. “Feel perfect.”
Fuck.
Something about losing to you, about the ache blooming through his body where your blows had landed, the solid weight of you pinning him effortlessly into the worn training mats… perhaps it should have bruised his pride or made him fired up.
Instead, it leaves Valko fucking dizzy.
Your scent surrounds him, swallowed with every inhale Valko takes, intoxicating and cloying on his tongue as though he could taste you already. It’s sweet and a little spicy, like cardamom or amber, filling his brain with static as his every instinct narrows down on you and your body. To lay claim. To take.
He doesn't mean to keep nuzzling into your sweat-slicked body. One breath isn't enough, then another isn't either, every deeper pull filling his head with a pleasant, humming need that leaves less and less room for coherent thought.
Acceptance.
Need.
Mate.
Despite your full weight still pinning him to the floor, Valko's hips buck sharply up into yours, nearly throwing you off him. But his hand tightens against your ass, forcing you down into the movement at the exact same time he grinds his still-growing erection right up into your clothed pussy.
You both moan at the mere contact.
More. He needs more.
His hips don’t stop moving, pushing up into you with quick little rabbit thrusts, Valko’s head thrown back in a deep, unashamed moan as he chases the friction. His jaw opens, nearly drooling, about to manhandle you into a better position to grind against when you lean back down.
And slap him right across the face.
Immediately, he freezes, blinking and shaking away the shock and arousal from his face. His cock jumps from between your thighs, though, and that’s all the confirmation you need as Valko looks back up at you with wide eyes.
“Behave, puppy.”
You place your hand around his neck, grinding your hips backward as you watch Valko’s eyes roll back.
“I won,” you remind him. “That means you listen to me.”
He nods with so much enthusiasm you almost worry about his neck.
“Yeah, yes. Of course. I can take it, please.” Anything, anything for you to keep touching him.
Your hips are flush against his, grinding up and down just like you would be if you were riding him. The thought alone has Valko moaning louder, completely uncaring if anyone heard, voice hoarse as you squeeze his throat tighter.
It’s teasing both of you to insanity, so close and not nearly close enough. Friction hot and pressing right up against your clit, but doing nothing to ease the growing ache between your thighs. It doesn't help that the outline of his dick is enough to grind on, wide enough to part your lips and feel strain against your clothed pussy. Fuck, imagining all that power, that size stretching inside you…
You’re no better than animals in heat, gasping and panting as your hips never stop moving, spine arching as his tip catches your clit. “Ahhh, good job, baby, making me feel so good. Good boy.”
Valko keens at the praise. “Thank you, thank you. I’m your good boy, I’ll be such a good boy.”
He’s drooling as he writhes beneath you, nails clawing into the floor with the restraint it takes not to flip you over and rip your shorts off before fucking until both of you pass out. Bite and mark you as his. Fill you with his seed until he’s shooting blanks, watch you drip with his cum, push his knot inside you and cum again and again and again—
You laugh. Poor thing doesn’t even realize he’s moaning all of this out loud.
“Shhh, I’ll let you, puppy.” Leaning down, you kiss him just to shut him up, licking into his open mouth. “I’ll let you breed me.”
“Fuuuck yes.”
Valko’s tongue shoves into your mouth, hot, invasive, lapping into the kiss. You let him, kissing with teeth and tongue, spit spilling down the side of his mouth as he takes more and more. He bullies himself closer, greedy for every scrap of attention, chasing each inch you’re willing to give and always reaching for one more.
“I’m sorry, feels so good, too good.” Valko groans, every thrust becoming more sloppy, and you can tell from how sloppy his kisses are and the unevenness of his thrusts that he’s already close.
You click your tongue as though reprimanding a spoiled pet before breaking the kiss, hand tightening around his throat.
Valko breaks away instantly with a sharp gasp, chest heaving. His eyes snap to yours, dazed and teary, as though being stopped is its own reward. “Sorry, m’sorry. Please keep kissing me, please, I’m sorry.” Another whimper. “You said you’d help me, ya? P-please baby, let me cum.”
“And let you stain my favorite gym shorts with your cum? I don’t think so, puppy,” you scold, teasing your fingers up his rough undercut.
His breath catches so abruptly his whole body gives a tiny, involuntary jolt, shoulders loosening beneath your hand as a slow shiver rolls down his spine at the mere touch. If his ears were manifested, they would be pulled back, his body chasing the sensation before his mind could catch up, leaning instinctively into your palm like some half-domesticated thing desperate for another touch.
Every instinct urges him to reclaim your mouth, to grind back into your clothed pussy, but he forces himself still. Because that’s what you’ve taught him to do.
What a good boy.
Lifting your hips, Valko sobs at the loss of your heat. Your free hand reaches down instead, shucking down his sweat-drenched shorts and boxers in one tug, his cock bouncing out from its confines.
It springs against Valko’s abdomen with a wet slap, every bulging, veiny inch a sensitive pink, tip swollen and leaking all over his pretty red happy trail.
Valko whines, bucking into the air, “Please-ohhh-please let me in you. I’ll make you feel s’good, I’ll be so good. Ah fuck, come on.”
Something, anything to release this unbearable pressure swelling up at the base of his dick.
So you slap him again, and this time the second the crack echoes across the room so does his moan. A fresh spurt of pre-cum stains his abs, so much leaking and spilling down his stomach, you’re damn near concerned.
“Shh, don’t be too loud, someone might hear how desperate you are, baby.” You kiss his forehead and strip.
First you peel off the sports bra, then kick down your shorts and panties, smiling at Valko’s star-struck expression before dropping back down completely bare onto his muscular thighs.
“Come here, puppy.”
He obeys immediately, sitting up faster than humanly possible and ramming his lips onto yours, hands fighting to cup your breasts before he thinks better of it and curls them against his sides into trembling fists.
You hum into the kiss, guiding his hands up to your skin, “Go on, you can touch me.”
Two massive arms engulf you. Valko’s already nuzzling into your bare chest, mouthing at the lines of sweat collected from your sports bra, hot tongue dragging against every inch of skin. There’s no rhythm, no logic, just sloppy licking between your breasts before sucking at your nipples, around and up until he’s at your collarbone, every sensation so overwhelming that you feel yourself soaking his thigh.
“M’sorry, can’t stop. Taste so sweet…” Valko’s licking another long strip up your neck before finding a spot that makes you whine, nipping and teething at it while his hands come up to pinch and roll your swollen nipples. You moan at the feeling of it all, hips rolling against his quads as he purposefully tenses the ridges of muscle underneath you, letting you grind against him.
Once again, the two of you are humping each other like dogs, except this time there’s no more clothing to get in the way.
Your bare cunt envelopes his throbbing cock, every movement heightened by loud, wet sounds of the two sliding together, pseudo fucking in a way that drives both of you insane. The taste and smell of you is overwhelming, Valko dipping his head to suck at your nipple while bucking up into you, abs flexing, drenched with sweat and your combined slick as his cock drags past your clit, pressing desperately right up against your cunt before slipping to your ass and coming right back again.
His frustration is becoming obvious. Low growls muffled into your chest as grinding turns to proper thrusting, tip ramming at your entrance just too thick to push in and your thighs too slippery to find purchase.
“Shit! it’s not– not fitting. Please, let me in.” He’s begging, drooling against your chest. ”Please sweetheart, please doll.”
You want it just as badly. So you tug on his hair, pulling Valko on top of you as you lie down, and slowly turning yourself around until your chest is pressed into the training mats beneath you.
Valko’s frozen like a predator just narrowed in on a prey.
Except that prey is you. Your teasing smile lured him in, and your bare, dripping cunt presented to him like heaven mere inches from his drooling face.
Arching your back deeper, you smile as you finally give him what he’s been dying for. “You’ve been such a good boy for me, Valko, ya? Wanna knot me?”
He’s barely breathing, golden eyes glowing slightly as they lock with yours, unblinking. “Yes.”
Then, he pounces.
In a blink, his six-foot-something body slams into yours, shoving your face into the floor, one arm effortlessly forcing your ass higher to meet his hips and the other pinning your back into a deep arch to accommodate the weight of his chest now pressed against your spine.
Completely mounted, your muscles scream from the stretch and pressure his body gives, his heavy cock still leaking violently from between your spread thighs, thrusting between them, a puddle of his pre-cum splattering down between you.
You laugh into the mats, right where you want to be as you goad him into taking all that he wants and more. “Go on then, puppy. Claim me, take me, make me yours—!”
You can’t even finish your teasing before Valko bullies himself inside you with one violent thrust. Hands dig grooves into your thighs, pawing at your ass, stomach, chest, all while pulling you backward into every powerful thrust.
Valko’s head drops with another unashamed moan, tongue lolling out to lick at your nape and spine, drooling with every tight flutter your walls squeeze around him. God, you’re gushing. He’s glued to the mess where your bodies meet, your ass bouncing with each thrust, taking him so perfectly he’s losing his mind.
“Ohhh you feel so good.” Pressing deeper, his hand snakes around to press against your lower stomach, feeling the outline of his dick as you scream into the floor. Valko groans, babbling into your ear as his hips snap faster. “I know pretty thing. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
He’s repeating it against your neck between licks and nibbles, still not letting up any of his force. You feel something unmistakable swell against the curves of your ass, knocking against your cunt and thick enough to hit your clit too, each slap making you sob from pleasure-pain.
“Gonna f-fuck my little mate full of my cum, then eat you out, then fuck you again—oh fuck. Love you and this perfect pussy,” Valko’s slurring his words, talkative as ever and loud enough for the entire training facility to hear him moan.
His thrusts turn deeper, unable to part with your heat, his knot grinding furiously against your clit as you feel your body begin to tremble. “She’s takin me so well, so tight. Mhmm I’ll fill her well, give her everything she wants, fuck her full-full of my knot.”
God, he needs to shut up or you’re going to cum.
“Shh,” you hush him before breaking into a moan. “Too loud, Valko. Someone could—ahh fuck—hear you!”
Oh, but he can’t! He can’t, not when he finally feels your pussy begin to cream around him with your impending orgasm, almost wet enough to take all of him and his knot! This is what you want too don’t you see? This is what his pretty little mate needs.
Valko can’t even comprehend what he’s saying anymore, just growling and moaning into your neck as he drops his arms to properly rub at your clit and tug at your sensitive nipples, biting down into the junction of your shoulder and neck as you squirt all over his thighs with a pitched scream.
“Good pup, good mate, keep cumming for me.” Valko licks at the pin-pricks of blood blooming from his bite, going right back to babbling into your ears as his thrusts turn rougher. “Ready to take me, have my knot, my cum, oooh youfeelsogood.”
In a last attempt to muffle your boyfriend's horny sobs, you squirm beneath him to grab your gym shorts and stuff Valko’s mouth with them, gagging him with the sweat-stained spandex. And he simply takes it, open mouth drooling all over your clothes as he gets drunk off the scent of your sweat and arousal stained into them.
You both gasp at the feeling of his knot finally pressing into your entrance, the swollen, heavy weight of it forcing you several more inches open before slipping back out. Again, and again.
Instinctively, you run away, like a bunny cornered by a wolf, writhing underneath him as Valko snarls, hands engulfing your hips entirely as he drags you back onto his cock, forcing you still with so little effort it's laughable. Nothing stops him from pressing in deeper and deeper, your poor cunt finally yielding to his knot, the burn making you drool into the floor as Valko moans into your makeshift gag.
It’s forever and only seconds, your orgasm-sensitive pussy drooling enough to help him slide in fully, greedily sucking up every extra inch he gives you until you both feel the pop! of his knot finally catching inside you. It presses every damn inch inside you so perfectly you cum again, wailing and trembling as your thighs begin to go limp.
No matter, Valko just holds you up anyway. It’s not like he could pull out of you now, even if he wanted to. Not until he filled you with his cum, at least.
You’re still shaking from the prolonged orgasm, and Valko lets the rest of your body fall to the floor, following you down until his body is smushed atop yours, pressing you both into a mean prone bone.
It just makes him feel bigger. Your head is spinning with all the sudden pressure, his fat tip kissing your cervix as he rocks back and forth, his knot still grinding into that squishy spot against your walls, the heat and weight of his chest pressing into your back, and of course, his muffled moans and rambles still going strong even through your panties.
“Cum, Valko.” You’re barely thinking straight either, already right at the edge again as Valko’s thrusts turn sloppy, his body shaking. “Fill me up, b-breed me. Become mine.”
He’s cumming.
Valko whimpers into your neck as his hips snap one last time into yours, grinding as you feel the warm gush of his release spurt violently inside you, filling and filling and filling you up. So much, too much. Too much that cum squirts out from even the tight plug of his knot, dripping down both of your thighs even as Valko whines at the waste.
He doesn’t seem to fully realize he’s done, still rolling his hips into yours, each one powerful enough to drag your bodies tangled along the floor.
“Nooo, Valko,” you whine, trapped under his weight and still inflated with his knot. “Valko, stop, sensitive! Too sensitive.”
Your hands helplessly shove and push backward at the enormous man lying on top of you, not even budging him as he continues to nuzzle himself into your sweat-slicked back.
Finally, you manage to yank your clothes out from his mouth, releasing him from the gag as he simply sighs in pleasure, licking and nipping at your ear before dragging his tongue in a long, messy line down your neck.
“You’re so heavy. Get. Off!” Each word is a shove, but Valko only laughs at the effort. He does take mercy on your poor abused body though, and grabbing your waist with one hand, rolls the two of you over. You now rest on his plush chest instead, both of you heaving as you lie still pumped full of his knot and cum.
“M’sorry, guest instinct just took over there, y’know? You’re not hurt, are you?”
Valko doodles to cope with his sudden dissapearing (it's like I lost a husband ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ). I usually don't draw LADS characters because I can't capture their beauty, so don't mind my drawing if it doesn't look like himself...
Oh I don't know, maybe Infold only listening to the CN haters and cancelling him. This is practically killing, murder, and there will be hell to pay.
I'm writing a long Valko story, multiple chapters and 2 acts, and I'm posting the first chapter on July 9th. Consider this your Valko release, Miss Hunters. You could even imagine it's his myth story, but for free and with an OC. Comment if you want to be tagged when it comes out.
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megumi blinks up at you with his big sleepy green eyes. bedhead like a baby sea urchin. one sock on. holding his favourite stuffed frog in one chubby hand.
he stares at the bedroom door. then back at you. then back at the door again.
"go on." you whisper. "jump on him. he deserves it."
megumi wobbles off - toddling unsteadily across the room on tiny legs, utterly determined. you peek around the corner to watch him, trying your best to hold in a laugh.
meanwhile, toji is dead asleep on his back. one muscled arm flopped over his face. his hair completely messed up to resemble his son's. the blanket has migrated halfway to the floor, revealing a very shirtless torso and the faintest trail of scars down his abdomen.
megumi climbs onto the bed with the grace of a potato. crawls right up onto toji’s stomach. squats there like a little gremlin.
and then-
"dada," he announces. pats his chest with a thump-thump-thump. "wake up."
toji groans.
megumi pats harder. "dadaaaa. wakey. wakey wakey wakey wakey- "
"‘s fuckin’ saturday," toji mumbles, voice gravel. "what did i do to deserve this."
"you forgot to do the dishes last night," you call sweetly from the hallway.
megumi takes your comment as encouragement and proceeds to flop down fully on toji’s chest, sticks his froggie plush directly into his father's face.
"wibbit," he says very seriously, with his raspy lisp. "froggie say wake."
toji cracks one eye open. stares blankly at the ceiling in silence. then, lets out the heaviest sigh in recorded history.
and then he sits up with little gumi still attached to his torso and mutters, “this family is insane.”
you climb into bed beside them both, hands finding its way into gumi’s wild hair. the other resting over toji’s warm chest. they smell like sleep and laundry detergent and you feel your chest tighten, in a good way, of course.
"this bed is overcrowded," toji mutters.
"deal with it," you mumble, half-asleep already.
megumi sneezes. toji groans. you laugh into his skin.
A/N: just a short one i wrote on my plane ride back from holidays AGES ago. lol
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Hi! I just found your blog in the last couple of days and I can say without a doubt that you have inspired me to rewatch and finally finish BNHA lol that being said you’ve reignited my love for so many different characters and so many request ideas! Could I please request pregnancy headcannons with Aizawa with a fem partner who’s a hero and teacher like him? Like his reaction to finding out about the baby, how he acts during the pregnancy and maybe even a worst case scenario where reader gets kidnapped while heavily pregnant or goes into labor in the most inconvenient place imaginable? If you could throw in some cameos from Class 1A that would be really cool too. If this is too much please feel free to skip or ignore the details! Thank you so much!
Aizawa x Pregnant Prohero!Wife
<3
Aizawa who found out because Mic couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Well, Mic didn’t know you were pregnant. It was more like he’d heard someone throwing up in the staff bathroom, and since he lacks boundaries, he felt it was necessary to check in, and lo and behold there you were. You had an idea of what was wrong but wanted to confirm before telling your husband. But no, Mic just had to go hunt the poor man down, screaming way louder than necessary, practically informing the entire school.
Aizawa whose class was shocked, they knew you were close, but not that close. They had no clue that the two of you were married until the door of their classroom was bashed in, with their English teacher yelling at their teacher that his WIFE was sick.. It was probably even more surprising when actual emotion flashed on their teacher's face before he “calmly” left the room with Mic.
Aizawa who finds you in the nurses office. Finds you chatting away with Recovery Girl. Chatting away while you stood there holding three sticks in your hand. He lets out a gruff huff to get your attention, and the smile you flash at him eases all his worries instantly. He watches Mic and Recovery Girl leaving the office, allowing the two of you some privacy. “What was wrong? Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Here look.” You’d passed him the sticks you’d been holding onto, when he finally gets a good look at them, he realises they’re pregnancy tests, all of which are positive. All the worry comes flooding back instantly. He masks it with a small smile, while bringing you into a strong hug, though he’s silent.
Aizawa who’s shitting bricks. He never really saw himself being a dad. Never saw himself in charge of a tiny person fully dependent on him. Well, you too but he gets really in his head about it. The two of you are pros; What if something happened to the two of you? He didn’t want a child to suffer the same way Kota did because of him. Because he wasn’t strong enough. He’s horrified by what someone might do to your child to spite the two of you. He won’t completely shut you out, but he’ll probably be fully consumed by his thoughts for a few days. But he’ll make sure you’re fully aware he’s not upset with you. He’s not locking himself in another room, he’s still beside you, just silent.
Aizawa who begs you for weeks to step away from hero work. He’ll bind you with his cloth just to get you to sit there and listen. (He’s gentle ofc.) He’ll sit you down and go over everything. How it’s not something he’s willing to risk. Your safety is his top priority, along with the baby’s. So yes, he is willing to talk you out of taking a break as a hero. BUT he’s willing to compromise, the two of you decide that you’ll continue to work as a teacher at the school, continuing to train the students. But when you’re further along, you’ll take maternity leave. And that works for the two of you. You can sympathise with him, sure you can defend yourself, you’re strong and independent but! He does bring up valid points, he doesn’t want to worry about losing the two most important people in his life. But if it ever came to it, he’d choose you over the baby anyday. There's only one of you.
Aizawa who’s there for your every want and need. He’s perfectly fine with going out at 2am for any pregnancy craving you may have, even if it was his only early night this week, even if he’s got early morning training with his students. He’ll sit with you in the bathroom, rubbing your back. For as long as it takes, he won’t complain about a stiff back either, he knows you’re going through far worse. He’ll hold your bump for you, relieving you of the weight, even if for only a minute. He knows very well not to take any mood swings to heart. Knows you’re just going through it and that you DO still love him. He’s absolutely in love with you, despite your insecurities about the changes to your body. He’s still utterly obsessed, the pregnancy glow just adds to it all.
Aizawa who thought everything was going fine. And it was, until there was an emergency that required as many heroes as possible, they’d asked for heroes to come out of retirement to help aid, and more importantly to him, they asked for you. And against his wishes you agree. And it’s a shitshow. Things are exploding left and right, the communication systems went down, and people were split up. By the end of it all, he realises the search party is still looking for the group you were with. Somehow all five of you were missing, it was only then that they realised a few villains had managed to escape.
Aizawa who can’t eat or sleep for the two days your group is missing. But the second word slips that someone found a lead, he’s right there on the front lines. (Despite the fact he’s in no shape to do so.) He’s so relieved to see you, you’re perfectly fine, untouched. In fact all of you were, the villains planned on using you for ransom, but were too scared to do so. They were just lucky enough to catch you all off guard with some quirk cancelling and sleep inducing drugs. He’s by your side from that moment to the very second you’re released from the hospital. He hadn’t left once, still hadn’t slept or had a decent meal. He was solely focused on you and the baby. Seeing him in that state further pushed you to take your leave early, finally understanding what exactly he meant. So you’d spent the rest of the pregnancy at home, with the comforting presence of Eri.
Aizawa whose class practically begs to throw you a baby shower the second they find out you're pregnant. Of course that’s also Mic’s fault. Announcing to the whole school that you’d left because you were pregnant. He’s silent, but doesn’t stop them from planning. He pretends not to hear anything they say, but he’s listening to every word. Then one day, they tell him to bring you in the following Friday, and once again he ignores them. That Friday his class is left disappointed when he walks into the last period alone. But that disappointment only lasts a few minutes before you pop your head in the door. “Am I late?” The class is practically hollering. Mina and Ochaco had basically arranged a gift basket for you while a few of the other students brought in what little they could on a high schoolers budget.
Aizawa whose students continuously ask for updates on you. While he pretends to find it annoying, he secretly enjoys talking about the growing fetus. How they’re about the side of a pineapple this week.
Aizawa who was completely unprepared for when the baby came. Or at least that's what he thinks. He’d already gotten all the hospital bags prepped well in advance, furniture built, clothes and diapers ready; He was simply overly paranoid. The baby did however decide to come two weeks early, and at a really inconvenient time at that. During the Hero Billboard Chart jp ceremony. You’d placed in 10th so unfortunately you had to make an appearance, while heavily pregnant. But you did it for the fans who brought you there. The baby just decided they also wanted to make themselves known…in front of a very large live audience. Your husband is very very quick to get you off the stage and to the hospital.
Aizawa who’s mesmerised when the baby enters your lives. The perfectly healthy infant, making their first moments on earth very loud. (That’s when he realises he’s not getting sleep anytime soon.) He can’t help but stare at you with the small bundle resting right on your chest. He definitely cries, desperately wiping at the tears trying to be non chalant, but it shines through. The second everyone leaves the room, he’s taking the baby into his arms and slowly walking around the room, whispering to them while you sleep.
Aizawa who’s the perfect father and husband. He stays with you that first month as much as possible, if it’s rough he’ll talk to Nezu about taking a second month off. He’s very attentive, getting up in the middle of the night with zero complaint, much to your surprise. He’s very adamant about you getting rest. He’ll try and talk you out of everything, practically begging for you to let him do it so that you can get more sleep. He bonds with the child pretty much instantly, and when he does go back to school, his students are begging him to bring them in.
Aizawa who does cave in and bring your child to work with him one afternoon, you’d still been on maternity leave, so he thought you could use the afternoon off. He arrives to class looking pretty normal, hands in his pockets. But there’s one thing off, and the students clock it pretty quickly; There’s a strange shaped lump in his capture weapon. As they start to crowd around him, he’ll slowly unwrap them for the class to see. And it’s an adorable sight. The infant, swaddled up to their dads chest in the cloth. They love the baby, and will constantly ask for pictures and he’ll act like he’s annoyed but will already be reaching for his phone and showing them the latest picture he’d taken.
ಇ.content & warnings: kitchen mischief :: oral fem. rec :: p in v :: sex on the counter top :: breast kissing :: nipple sucking :: squirting :: c-pied :: breeding thoughts :: mention of kids :: sweet!cho :: needy for you ::
ಇ.part one.ಇ ಇ.part two.ಇ
The kitchen was warm with the scent of whatever you were cooking for dinner — garlic, onions, and spices sizzling in the pan. You stood at the counter in a loose tank top and comfy gray sweatpants, hips swaying slightly to the low music playing from your phone as you stirred the food. It was supposed to be a chill evening, just another normal night in the apartment you shared with Choso.
But Choso had been watching you for the last ten minutes.
He leaned in the doorway first, dark eyes locked on the curve of your ass in those sweatpants, his cock already half-hard and straining against his shorts, the lines between you two had been blurring more and more lately.
What started as shy glances and stolen touches had turned into him openly jerking off to your panties, crawling into your bed at night, and waking you up with his fingers between your thighs. He was still sweet — still your doting roommate who made breakfast and folded your laundry — but when the hunger hit, he was becoming shameless about it.
And right now? He was fucking starving.
Choso crossed the kitchen in silence, coming up right behind you. Without saying a word, his hands grabbed the waistband of your sweatpants and panties in one swift motion and yanked them down your thighs, letting them pool around your ankles.
“Cho —!” you gasped, nearly dropping the spatula as cool air hit your bare ass and pussy.
He dropped to his knees immediately, big hands gripping your hips and pulling your ass back toward his face. No hesitation. No asking. Just pure, shameless need.
“Couldn’t wait,” he muttered, voice already hoarse and low. “Been thinking about this pussy all day… fuck, you smell so good, baby.”
He buried his face between your thighs from behind, tongue dragging hot and heavy through your folds in one long, greedy lick, a deep groan vibrating against your cunt as he tasted you, his hands spreading your ass cheeks wider so he could push his tongue deeper.
He was so fucking horny it was almost feral —lapping at your slick entrance like a man possessed, sucking noisily on your pussy lips before flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly over your clit.
Your hands braced hard against the counter, breath hitching as pleasure shot through you. The stove was still on, food still sizzling, but Choso didn’t care, he pressed his face in harder, nose buried against your ass as he devoured you, tongue fucking into your tight hole before pulling back to suck messily on your clit.
“Choso… aaa- shit — I’m trying to cook,” you moaned, legs already shaking.
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your arousal. “Keep cooking then,” he said breathlessly, sounding almost drunk. “I just need your cunt. Been so hard thinking about how wet you get for me…”
Then he was right back in, even more shameless than before, one of his hands slid between your thighs from the front, two thick fingers pushing into your dripping hole while his tongue worked your clit in fast, sloppy circles.
The wet, obscene sounds of him eating your pussy filled the kitchen — loud slurping, desperate moans, the squelch of his fingers pumping into your creamy cunt.
He was completely lost in it. Groaning and whimpering against your folds like your taste was the only thing keeping him alive, and his free hand gripped your ass hard, spreading you open wider as he buried his tongue as deep as it would go, fucking you with it while his fingers curled against that perfect spot inside you.
Your thighs trembled, knees threatening to buckle as he ate you out like he was starving. He didn’t care that you were standing in the middle of the kitchen, didn’t care that dinner was still cooking. The lines between roommate and lover had blurred so much that Choso no longer tried to hide how badly he needed you.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he mumbled against your slick folds, voice muffled and drunk of your cunt. “So fucking wet already… all for me.”
He sucked your clit hard, fingers thrusting faster, completely addicted to the way your cunt clenched and dripped around him and you could feel how desperate he was — his shoulders tense, heavy breathing, the way his hips twitched like he was grinding his aching cock against nothing just from the taste of you.
Dinner was definitely going to burn tonight.
And Choso couldn’t give less of a fuck.
He was completely lost between your thighs, face buried deep in your dripping cunt as he ate you like a man starved. His tongue fucking into your tight hole with wet, obscene sounds while his fingers rubbed messy circles on your swollen clit and he was so hard it hurt — his thick cock straining painfully against his shorts, leaking precum in a steady mess as he ground himself against nothing, desperate for any friction.
You tried to pretend for a little longer, one hand weakly pushing at his head while the other gripped the counter. “Cho… fuck — dinner’s gonna burn…”
But your body betrayed you, your hips kept rolling back against his tongue, chasing more of that delicious pressure... your pushing and pleadings grew weaker. Half-hearted, until finally you gave up completely.
You looked down at him — his flushed face shiny with your slick, dark brown eyes glazed with pure lust, black hair messy from your fingers and the words slipped out, needy and broken.
“Please… just fuck me.”
That was all it took.
Choso pulled back with a low, desperate groan, lips glistening. In one fluid motion he rose to his feet, towering over you as he grabbed your face and kissed you hard. The taste of your own pussy flooded your mouth as his tongue pushed past your lips, deep and claiming. His hands were everywhere — gripping your waist, sliding under your tank top to squeeze your breasts, then dropping to your thighs.
He broke the kiss only to spin you around and lift you onto the kitchen counter in one smooth move, knocking a few utensils aside with a clatter. Your sweatpants and panties were still tangled around one ankle as he spread your legs wide, stepping between them and yanking his shorts down just enough to free his cock.
His fat, flushed cock sprang out heavy and throbbing, the thick head already soaked with precum. It looked almost painfully hard, veins standing out along the thick shaft as it twitched in the air between you.
Choso didn’t waste another second.
He gripped the base of his cock and pressed the fat, leaking tip against your tight, dripping cunt, rubbing it up and down through your soaked folds, the heat of him made you whimper, your pussy clenching visibly around nothing as he coated himself in your slick.
“Fuck… you’re so wet,” he breathed, voice hoarse and shaky with need, his free hand gripped your thigh, spreading you even wider as he notched the blunt head right at your entrance. “Been aching for this pussy all day… can’t hold back anymore.”
With a deep groan, he pushed forward.
His thick cock stretched your tight cunt open slowly, inch by inch, the fat head popping inside followed by the heavy girth of his shaft. You both moaned at the same time — your walls fluttering and squeezing around the invasion as he sank deeper, filling you completely until his hips were flush against your ass and his balls pressed tight against you.
Choso’s head fell forward against your shoulder, breathing ragged. “So tight… so fucking mhm— perfect,” he whimpered, hips twitching as he fought the urge to immediately start pounding into you and his hands gripped your waist harder, fingers digging into soft flesh as he savored the way your greedy little cunt hugged every inch of him.
He kissed you again, slower this time but just as hungry, swallowing your moans while he started rolling his hips — deep, grinding thrusts that made his cock drag against every sensitive spot inside you. The counter creaked under you with every movement, your legs wrapped tight around his waist as he fucked you right there in the kitchen, dinner long forgotten on the stove.
Choso was completely gone — shameless, needy, and so fucking horny for you that nothing else mattered.
Choso held you so tightly against him, arms wrapped around your waist like he was afraid you might slip away. His chest pressed flush to yours as he fucked you deep and slow on the kitchen counter, thick cock stretching your cunt with every heavy roll of his hips, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filled the small space — slick, filthy noises as your creamy pussy took every inch of him.
“Fuck… mngh —baby,” he whispered right against your lips, voice hoarse and trembling with raw need. “I can’t get enough of you… I think about this pussy all the time. Even when you’re just walking around the apartment… I get so hard.”
He kissed you between confessions, messy and desperate, tongues sliding together as he ground his cock deeper into your clenching heat. Your cunt fluttered and squeezed around him greedily, milking his thick length with every thrust, pulling him in like it never wanted to let go. The way you gripped him made him groan loudly into your mouth, hips stuttering for a moment before he pushed even deeper.
“I just want to hold you like this…” he confessed breathlessly, forehead pressed to yours, dark eyes half-lidded and glassy. “Keep you full of my cock all day. You feel so fucking good… so warm and tight around me.”
His arms tightened around your body, one hand sliding up your back under your tank top while the other gripped your ass, holding you steady as he fucked you with long, deep strokes. Every thrust dragged the fat head of his cock against that perfect spot inside you, making your walls spasm and gush around him.
Choso buried his face in your neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin, leaving dark marks as he moaned against you. His hips never stopped moving — slow, grinding rolls that buried him to the hilt before pulling back just enough to slam in again. He was so needy, so desperate, like he couldn’t get close enough even while buried balls-deep inside you.
He tugged your tank top higher, exposing your tits, and immediately latched onto one, his mouth was hot and wet as he sucked on your nipple, tongue swirling around the stiff peak before he pulled it deeper into his mouth. He groaned loudly against your soft flesh, the vibration shooting straight to your clit as he fucked you harder, cock plunging deep into your clenching cunt.
“These tits… fuck,” he mumbled against your skin, switching to the other breast and sucking a fresh bruise into the soft curve. “So haah— pretty… I love sucking on them while I’m inside you.”
Your legs stayed locked around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer as he held you tight and fucked you with pure desperation. Every deep thrust made your pussy flutter and squeeze, creamy slick dripping down his balls and onto the counter.
Choso kept whispering filthy confessions between moans, lips brushing yours, then your neck, then your tits again — completely lost in the feeling of holding you, fucking you, owning you in this moment.
He wasn’t rushing... he just wanted to stay buried inside your perfect cunt, holding you close while he sucked and kissed and confessed how badly he needed you. The dinner on the stove had long since been forgotten, the only heat in the kitchen now coming from the way your roommate fucked you like he’d die if he ever had to stop.
Choso kept fucking you with that deep, needy rhythm, arms wrapped tight around your body as he held you close on the kitchen counter, his thick cock plunged into your soaked cunt over and over, stretching you open so perfectly while your walls fluttered and clenched around him.
The wet, filthy sounds of your pussy taking every inch echoed between you — slick and creamy, dripping down his balls with every thrust.
He sucked harder on your tits, leaving fresh bruises along the soft curves as his hips snapped forward, driving himself impossibly deeper and our moans grew louder, breathier, thighs shaking around his waist as the pressure built fast and overwhelming.
Then it happened.
Your pussy suddenly gushed around his cock, squirting messily as your orgasm crashed through you. Clear fluid sprayed against his pelvis and dripped down his shaft, soaking everything between you. Choso’s eyes widened, a broken, grateful moan tearing from his throat as he watched it happen.
“Fuck — ngh-haah baby… you’re squirting,” he groaned, voice wrecked with awe. “So pretty… so fucking pretty. I always hope you’d do that for me every. Single. Time… god, look at you.”
He didn’t stop thrusting, fucking you through the squirt with deep, loving strokes, savoring every pulse and flutter of your cunt. The sight of your pussy gushing around his cock made his own orgasm rush forward fast. With a low, desperate whimper of your name, Choso buried himself to the hilt and came hard.
Thick, sappy ropes of cum flooded your cunt, filling you up until it was leaking out around his cock in warm, creamy streams. He kept rolling his hips slowly, fucking his cum deeper into you even as he softened, completely lost in the bliss of staying inside your warm, pulsing heat.
Even after you both came, he didn’t pull out, just held you tighter, rocking gently into you with slow, lazy thrusts, savoring the wet, messy slide of his cum mixing with your slick. His mouth moved lovingly over your kiss-bitten tits, sucking softly on your nipples while his eyes drifted down to your stomach.
He couldn’t stop staring — imagining your belly round and full with his child, imagining fucking you just like this for months until it happened. The thought made his cock twitch inside you again, even spent.
He was so deep in that fantasy, eyes hazy and focused on your body, that he didn’t even register you speaking at first.
“Cho… the stove,” you breathed, still dazed from your orgasm. “Baby, turn it off…”
You reached up, gently cupping his cheek with your palm, thumb brushing over his flushed skin. That soft touch finally pulled him back. His eyes refocused on your face — on how pretty you looked with swollen lips and that fond smile.
“Hm?” he blinked slowly.
“The stove,” you repeated softly, eyes sparkling with amusement. “It’s burning.”
“Shit —”
Choso quickly reached over and turned the burner off. The pan was a total loss — whatever you’d been cooking was now blackened and crisped beyond saving. He winced, but you just laughed, the sound light and warm.
He carefully helped you down from the counter, his hands gentle on your waist. As your feet touched the floor, a thick glob of his cum leaked out of your pussy and slowly trickled down your inner thigh. The sight made him bite his lip, a shy little flush returning to his cheeks.
You glanced down at the mess, then back up at him with a playful grin. “What got you so lost just now, huh?”
Choso looked away, suddenly bashful again, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s… nothing,” he mumbled, voice quiet and sweet.
You raised an eyebrow, still smiling as you pulled your panties and sweatpants back up, feeling his warm cum continue to leak into the fabric. “Mhm. Well… guess I have to start dinner all over again now, thanks to you.”
He stepped closer immediately, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder, already doting again.
“I’ll help,” he whispered against your skin, still shy but so obviously happy. “I’ll make it up to you, baby. Promise.”
Even as he said it, his hand drifted down to rest gently over your lower belly, that secret little fantasy still flickering behind his dark eyes.
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