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It was always so late when Aizawa would come home from work. You would find yourself cleaning up cold dinner and packing it away for his lunch tomorrow, going to bed by yourself with a book in hand, falling asleep before he came through the door. It was agony. The nights where all you wanted, all you needed was him to come through that door, all smiles so you could forget the day and help him relax. Countless nights spent prettying yourself up when he messaged that he’d be home early, just for him to text back an hour later saying something came up and that he’d be home after midnight.
Tonight was another one of those nights, where Shouta would be home later than usual, meaning you would make yourself some tea for bed, staying up as late as your body would let you before passing out. When he came through the door tonight, there was soft music playing in the living room that you forgot to turn off before bed.
“Well this sounds nice,” he mutters, dropping his bags and taking off his boots. He strolls to the living room, finding it vacant, just the sound of soft jazz filling the air. Making his way to the kitchen, he saw dinner already packed away in the fridge, with a cute note from you saying, “lunch for my love.” He grinned, running his fingers through his hair. He was always so appreciative of all you did for him, but time got in the way of him showing it. He would pepper kisses on your cheek before leaving for work, his morning starting way before sunrise. The few times you did get together were treasured by you, each holding a special place in your heart.
Aizawa made his way to your shared bedroom to grab fresh clothes for after his shower, when he saw you laying in bed, a blanket poorly covering your body. Your nightgown had ridden up past your hips, giving him a full display of your bare pussy as you snored lightly.
“What do we have here?” He chuckles, thoughts of showering out the window as his eyes rake your body up and down, “too tired to finish getting dressed?” He leans over you, gentle enough as to not wake you, his arms caging around your waist. He pulls you closer, ready to devour your dripping cunt as his dinner.
His tongue works magic on you, flicking teasingly on your clit. Your hole clenches around nothing, as if begging to be filled by him. He dips his tongue inside, lapping up your juices like a starved man, groaning into you loud enough to send jolts through your sleeping figure. You stir, attempting to turn your body over. His arms firmly hold you in place, not allowing you to take away his treat while he’s having his fun.
“Don’t even think about it, gorgeous..” he grunts, his hot breath sending shivers up your spine.
“Sho- fuck…” you breathe, eyes still shut as his tongue slowly wakes you. You tilt your head to see him between your thighs, staring back at you with his dark eyes, relishing in the way your face scrunches up with pleasure.
“Be good and lay still for me, baby,” he mutters, his tongue lapping at your sopping folds with fervor, fingers digging into your thighs like you’d run away if they weren’t.
“Mmm,” you groan, back arching at how good he’s making you feel. His fingers slide down your inner thigh until they reach your pussy, dipping inside and stretching you out. Your walls clamp down around his digits as they scissor and curve, hitting that spot that makes you whine for him.
“Such a slut, falling asleep all exposed for me like this,” he pants, his tongue now moving agonizingly slow. He sucks your clit harshly, causing you to moan out his name, gripping the sheets as you feel that knot build in your stomach.
“Sho, gunna cum soon!” you whimper, panting heavily as you try to push his head away.
He slaps your inner thigh as a warning not to try that again, not while he’s enjoying himself like this.
“Already?” he chuckles, “Then cum for me, baby, cum on my face..” he grunts, the vibrations being enough to snap that rubber band as your hips jerk up. Riding your high, you grab a fist of his obsidian locks and grind into his face, hearing a satisfied chuckle from him as he lets you use him to finish. When he looks up, his nose and chin are covered in your juices. He sits up and invades your space, sloppily kissing you so you can taste your own juices. His cock is twitching against your leg through his work pants, begging to be released. You palm his bulge as he kisses you, your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him in closer.
“More,” you whine, fully awake now, “please, ‘want more of you, Shouta..”
“What a needy thing you are,” he tsks, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. He can’t deny how much his cock is aching at the sight of you unraveling under him like that. Aizawa flips you on your stomach effortlessly, hands pinning your back down as the other slowly runs down your body, stopping at your hips.
“What do you want from me, huh princess?” He teases, words low and gravely in your ear.
“Please..” you beg, “please daddy, fuck me.. I need you so bad.”
Something activated inside of him when you used that petname. As if another person took over, your soft, typically gentle husband was ripping his pants down to his knees to free himself before lining his tip to your hole. Your slick gave him enough lube to force it right in, his whole girth stretching you immensely, making you scream his name.
“Shouta, fuck!”
He slaps your ass hard, watching his hand leave a red print in its wake, “That’s not my name,” he warns, “what do pathetic pets like you call me?”
“Daddy..” you cry, white knuckling the sheets as he thrusts into you relentlessly.
“That’s better,” his balls slap your clit as he plunges his cock into you, soaking up every inch of your cunt. He shutters at the way your walls grip around him, your sweet moans filling the air to match his thrusts. “Fuck, you feel incredible,” his raspy voice mutters, “is this what you wanted? Me to use you like my fucking toy?” He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head up, “Look at me when I’m speaking.”
You turn your head to look back, panting as he holds you up.
“Yes, sir, ‘wanted you so bad..” you mew, choking on moans and lust as you submit to him.
“What a pretty slut I have,” he drops your head, leaning down to your neck, the position allowing him to reach deeper inside of you. His hair is falling at the sides of his face, shrouding the dangerous look in his eyes as he tries not to lose control completely. You make something in him snap. Between your thighs that grip around his head when he’s devouring you, to your tits that bounce when he has you in missionary, everything about you makes this put- together hero, teacher, man , crumble before you.
“God, princess, this pussy’s gunna make me cum,” he growls in your ear, biting down on your neck to muffle his groans.
“Finish inside me, fill me up, please!” you beg, crying out to him as you feel your pussy twitching around his length, your own orgasm erupting out of you without warning.
“Fuck, princess,” he moans, hands forcing your thighs in place as his hot cum spills into you, threatening to leak out and onto the bed as he fucks you both through your orgasms, juices mixing with the sound of wet slaps filling the room.
You take a second underneath him as he pets your hair, whispering sweet nothings to you.
“You did so well for me, baby. Such a good girl for daddy.” His soft words a complete 180 from his actions a moment ago, the gentleness swelling your heart as you smile warmly.
“Love you, Shouta.. Love you so much..” you mumble, placing soft kisses on his hand and up his arm as you turn to face him. He goes to grab the towel after letting his cock soften inside of you, acting like a plug so his cum would stay inside for longer. He helped get you both cleaned a bit before starting the shower.
“C’mere, baby, let’s get cleaned up.”