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You sat face to face with your fellow teacher on a secluded park bench; a place you’d eaten lunch together a million times before. Your heart wasn’t racing… it HAMMERED in your chest. And you felt close to tears when he finally spoke again.
“It doesn’t bother me you know,” the hero cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly before folding his arms across his broad chest. Something you know to be a kind of ‘security blanket’ in uncomfortable situations, “ and if I’m being honest. I actually enjoyed some of those stories.”
Your brain didn’t quite process the words. Surely you’d just hallucinated. There was no way, Shouta fucking Aizawa, the pro hero Eraserhead, just said he liked your writing. Your god goddamn SMUT WRITING.
“Eh, you alright kid?” he pressed, nudging you softly with his elbow. You’d known each other for so long, and, as always, he was approaching an uncomfortable situation with patience and understanding.
Hell, he’d only told you in the first place out of respect, arguing that it would be weird for him to know and not tell you.
“Not really. I’m mortified. This is so embarrassing Shouta.” you cupped your face in your hands. To your surprise, a warmth surrounded you quickly, in the form of a reassuring hug.
“Please don’t be,” he muttered into your hair, and the soothing vibrations in his chest had your eyelids feeling heavy. You swear your body almost goes limp in his comforting embrace. He leaned back, returning your personal space, but the second you lose contact, you ache for it again. “Like I said, I enjoyed the read. You’ve got some talent, you know?”
His gaze fell on a faraway tree; another detachment technique he used when he needed some distance from his emotions.
“Thank you Shouta.” you couldn’t help but laugh as a bit of tension melted from your body, “It’s just… fantasy… an outlet. I just-”
“I get it,” he waved a hand dismissively, “you don’t have to explain yourself.”
The constant reassurance calmed you.
As horrific as the situation was, his unbothered energy just put you right at ease.
In fact, you felt uncharacteristically bold all of a sudden. You decided it might be fun to catch him off guard, just like he’d caught you.
“So what was your favorite?”
“HRK!” The pocky stick he’d previously been chewing on rocketed from his mouth, disappearing in the long blades of gently swaying grass. You erupted in a fit of mirthful laughter, quite pleased with his reaction.
“Woah, nothing to be embarrassed about kid,” you teased. He sneered at you, brows furrowed and cheeks flushed.
“Cut that out.”
“I’m just messing with you Shou,” you assured him, brushing the petals of a nearby Sakura tree from your clothing. With a long sigh, you palmed your shoulder awkwardly before looking off to the side. “Thanks for not making a big deal out of this. I really appreciated it, and we don’t have to talk about it aga-”
“Sit down.”
You had never heard that commanding tone in his voice, and without a second thought, your butt planted firmly on the bench, earning a chuckle from the man sitting next to you.
“My, my. You really are ‘obedient’,” Shouta mused, making you shift your thighs together in the process. He was having way too much fun picking on you like this. “I have one more question before we head back to school.”
You tilted your head curiously, “Okay. What is it?”
“Do you want me to do those things to you?”
“Yes.”
The word exited your mouth so fast it startled even you. Dear God, were you really so shameless?
With immense difficulty, you managed to meet his stare, only to notice his expression had shifted completely. No longer were you looking at sleepy, sarcastic, unconcerned Aizawa. An unexplained focus now graced his handsome features.
“May I touch you?” he asked, eyes locked on yours as he searched you for discomfort.
“R-Right here?” You squeaked, peering around suspiciously.
“Mhm. We’re alone, and I’m not going to do anything extreme.”
Suddenly, everything around him seemed to melt away, and an almost unbearable urge to feel him took over.
“Yes… please.”
A short hum escaped him as he reached forward, you sitting on his left as his right hand came to rest on your opposite knee. He was so close; only a couple centimeters away and you could feel the heat from his body radiating across your skin. His palm smoothed over your thigh, continuing until you felt him softly squeeze your hip. Your pulse quickened as his mouth approached your lips, only to stop short when he pressed a chaste kiss to your cheek. A simple, innocent gesture that had goosebumps flashing across your skin.
“Does that feel good, Kitten?” he whispered, the warmth of his breath sending a jolt through your body. You ached for him, feeling almost like a magnet with the way your body inched towards him unconsciously. He enjoyed seeing his effect on you, chuckled softly before tilting your chin to to meet his stare.
“Y-yes.”
“Do you want more?” his head tilted ever so slightly, and if he would just lean a little closer his lips would be on yours.
“Yes, please Sho-” your words were captured in a searing kiss. Not rough, but demanding, hungry, and filled with passionate purpose.
You moaned against his mouth, daring to reach up and cup his stubbled cheeks with your palms. It was so much better than you imagined it could be. His technique was unbelievable. Slow, methodical movements that never failed to make you sigh and whimper. He took your bottom lip between his, sucking gently before giving you a playful nip. His tongue darted out every so often to swipe along yours. Not too much, but enough to tickle and tease you until your body turns to putty in his hands. When the kiss broke your breathing was heavy, mind untethered as it floated freely in a velvet haze.
“Fuck.” Shouta sighed, running a hand slowly through your hair.
“I love you.”
You couldn’t help it. The words tumbled from you effortlessly and, to your surprise, you didn’t panic at your own confession. This man was not a stranger, he was a trusted colleague and someone you proudly called your friend.
“Oh (Y/n)…” Shouta growled as he claimed your lips again, fingers weaving through your tresses and tugging gently. You yelped when he tilted your head back, exposing your sensitive neck to his affections. Every inch of your body seemed to pulse as his lips attacked your supple flesh, teeth dragging just enough to put your nerves on end.
“Shouta~” you whined, clutching his shoulders for support. The sound of his own name pulled him to reality just long enough to hear you beg him not to stop…
He let out a soft curse and stood, before grabbing your hand and tugging you from the bench. “Alright, you… follow me.”
With a sense of urgency, he led you to the side of a small pond, tucked away in a far corner of the public park. He crowded you against a nearby birch tree, boxing you in with his strong arms and looking to you with an expression of pure lust.
“How far do you want this to go,” he questioned pointedly. And without an ounce of hesitation, you answer.
“I want it all.”
As though previously bound by chains, his hands explored your body with untapped vigor; greedily clutching at every soft patch of flesh he could find. Thighs, hips, breasts; nothing was safe from his ravenous touch, and you’d never felt so desired in your entire life.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you, kitten” he rasped, guiding your hands above your head. You tried his grip instinctively and, as you expected and to your great delight, he didn’t budge an inch.
“Please fuck me…” you chewed at your lip thoughtfully before responding, “Daddy.”
“Oh, you sexy little fuck.”
Shuddering whimpers escaped you as he deftly unbuttoned your jeans, tugging until they pooled around your ankles. He groaned at the sight of your pussy and cursed the fact he couldn’t see it properly in this setting. His fingers slipped between your thighs, toying with your silken petals, sending jolts of pleasure through your body with every purposeful swipe.
“Goddammit,” Shouta pressed his forehead to the bark behind you and spoke in a hushed tone, “do you know how bad I’ve wanted this? How many times I’ve stroked myself to the thought of your perfect fucking pussy wrapped around my dick?”
“SHIT! Please fuck me Shouta please!” you wailed, eliciting a forceful growl from Shouta.
“Sit still… I don’t care how late we are, I’m taking my time with you.”
If a human being could suddenly liquefy you would have in that moment. You’d never felt so unbelievably needy in your life, and every second under his dominant influence brought you closer to losing your sanity.
“Good girl. So soft..,” two fingers filled your dripping heat, pulling sounds of pleasure from your throat. Shouta had no intention of stifling those sweet sounds; he wouldn’t deny himself the pleasure of hearing you come unwound. “I can’t even imagine how perfect you’re going to feel around my cock… fuck.”
“Pleaaase~”
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, and you readily obeyed.
Even when he released you, you kept still, watching with bated breath as he worked himself free of his jeans. You’d fantasized about how his cock might look so many times, and now that the opportunity finally presented itself you couldn’t help but wond- FUCK YES IT WAS PERFECT.
He chuckled at the soft whine that ghosted pat your parted lips as he stroked himself slowly. “We got a bit carried away it seems,” he mumbled, “do you have a-”
“It’s fine.”
“Are you on-”
“YES PLEASE FUCK ME!” you wriggled, pressing your thighs together as you shifted back and forth. With a frenzied growl, he pulled your legs apart, lifting and wrapping you around his waist before bracing you against the tree once more.
“That’s the last time you tell me what to do. Understood?” he hissed in your ear, sending your eyes almost rolling back in your skull.
“Yes, Sir… I need your cock please-”
“And you’ll get it babygirl.”
Oh god… that name.. that fucking name. The fact he knew all your kinks from reading made this so much hotter. Your breath hitched when he teased the swollen head along your entrance and released when he slowly guided himself inside your dripping cunt.
“Oh fuck, Shouta!” you practically melted around his cock, clenching as your arms turned to jelly.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he groaned low in his chest as he buried himself in your plush heat, feeling for the first time that he might actually cum just from putting it in. The man certainly wasn’t inexperienced, and he was far from quick, but god damn if you didn’t hug him just right, velvety walls gently pulsing around him. “Such a greedy little pussy… trying to milk my cock like that…”
“It feel s t-too good,” you breathed, and he nodded in agreement.
With a few experimental thrusts, he figured you out, taking note of how your thighs shuddered when he angled himself just so. Once he found out where you needed him, he picked up the pace.
“What’s my name, baby girl?”
“Daddy, -fuck- daddy please don’t stop!”
Soft curses left him as he fucked you harder, almost drowning in the pool of pleasure between your trembling legs. He circled your clit with this thumb, brushing and flicking the swollen nub as you bucked and rolled your hips.
“That’s a good girl… fuck yourself on my cock.”
You couldn’t stop it if you tried, hips moving of their own accord as you lifted yourself up and down on his length. When he looked you in the eyes and said, “I love you, babygirl,” the knot in your stomach snapped and your walls squeezed harshly around him, pulling a series of grunts and groans from his throat that made you weak with need. He followed suit, throbbing in time with your orgasm as he filled you to the brim with thick ropes of milky-white cum.
For a moment the only sound was the gentle breeze whispering through the cherry trees, intermingled with your heavy, synchronized breathing. Lazy, affectionate kisses peppered your neck and cheeks, and you couldn’t help but giggle as he pressed a few rapid pecks along your collarbone.
“How do you feel?” he asked, still keeping you held around his waist. You nodded, letting your forehead meet his until your breathing calmed enough to answer.
“Amazing.”
His smile dented your cheek and you almost couldn’t bear the affectionate ache rising in your chest. How long you’d waited for this, and the feeling was absolutely mutual.
“You know, I hope it’s not too crude to say,” he mumbled, pausing before allowing himself to continue, “but I wish I had the time to just… stay inside you, like this.”
Your arms snaked around his neck and you pulled yourself up to rest your chin on his shoulder, “I want that so bad…” A small chuckle vibrated his chest as he rubbed soothing circles in your back. With a few more kisses he let you down gently, making sure you stayed steady on your feet before the two of you went about the task of getting dressed.
A few resident ducks quacked their disapproval as they made a lap nearby. “Don’t judge me.” you squinted at them playfully, earning a laugh from your coworker.
“Well then,” Shouta palmed his neck, “I hate to be that guy but… what now?”
“W-Well… what do you want?” you hugged yourself, now feeling a bit lost without his arms around you. “It could just be a one-time thi-”
“I don’t want that.” he interrupted, shocking you a little. A cramp pulled at your cheek as you tried suppressing a goofy grin.
“I don’t want that either.”
With a relieved sigh Shouta stepped forward, holding you snugly in his arms, bringing with him that warm, safe feeling you had missed the moment it had left.
“I’ve felt like this for a long time, (Y/n).” you felt him grin against your ear, “So thank you for being a little pervert.”
“Shouta!”
“Haha. I would have asked you eventually… but it certainly wouldn’t have happened like that.”
“Hmm, do you regret it?”
The hero pulled back to look you in the eye, instantly filling you with warmth.
“What do you think, babygirl?”