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Aiko groaned, her brow furrowing as she felt the cool sheets beneath her fingers. She grumbled wordlessly, wrapping the blankets tighter around herself. Then she stuck a hand out to pat the other side of the bed. As if doing so would change the fact that her husband was no longer sleeping beside her. With a sigh, she cracked an emerald eye open, raven tresses falling into her face when she lifted her head from the pillow, scanning the bedroom for the wayward man. She didn’t think it was that early. But then again, the pair had stayed up much later than usual.
‘Maybe I should stay in his dorm more–’
“Mm. Good morning, Kitten. I didn’t mean to wake you.” Shouta rumbled, interrupting Aiko’s sleepy musings with a kiss on her forehead.
She hummed, a slow smile rising onto her face as she closed her eyes. “Come back to bed.” It was more a demand than a question. One of which earned her a chuckle from the 1-A homeroom teacher.
“I have to get ready for classes,” Shouta muttered, causing Aiko to glare.
It held little heat, apparently, as her husband only cooed, a slow smile rising onto his face as he leaned over her more.
“Is my little Kitty Cat upset that I have to leave her behind?" Shouta questioned with a tease, even after he climbed into bed despite his earlier protests.
“Mm. I’m thinking about it.” Aiko hummed, eyes half-lidded as her husband straddled her hips, caging her in with his hands on either side of her head.
“Have you still not had enough of me?”
They both knew the answer to that question, evident in Shouta leaning down to claim her lips in a slow, tender kiss. Aiko wrapped her arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the shorter hairs at the nape to pull him closer. She moaned into it, unable to stop herself as she lifted her hips, a silent command.
Shouta chuckled into her mouth, but shifted anyway, allowing Aiko to slide from under the tangle of blankets before she pulled him back in for a much more heated kiss. She spread her legs, the shirt she had slept in riding up once Shouta found his place between her parted thighs. Aiko hooked her heel around his waist, slotting their hips together, arching into his wandering touch.
“So greedy.” He muttered into her mouth, pulling away only long enough to catch a breath before diving back in for more. “My lovely, greedy, Kitten.”
“You love this lovely, greedy, Kitten.” Aiko retorted, a smile crossing her lips while her hands roamed over the toned planes of his stomach, satisfied when the muscles twitched under her touch.
“I do.” Shouta agreed as easily as he breathed.
“Good… Now, be a good husband and take care of your wife properly.” Aiko muttered, tilting her head to the side to allow Shouta more access as he trailed his kisses further down her throat.
“Yes, ma’am.” Came the whisper-soft response in her ear, moments before he took the lobe between his teeth in a playful nip.
Aiko moaned, back arching as she reached down, intent on ridding Shouta of the lounge pants that hung dangerously low on his hips. He assisted, their hands brushing as he helped slide out of the dark fabric, pulling away only long enough to toss them off the side of the bed before he was crowding into her space.
His calloused fingers slipped back under her borrowed shirt, ghosting over her tensing stomach, then traveling up until the ex-pro hero palmed both of Aiko’s breasts. They were still tender from their lovemaking the night before, but she didn’t care. Aiko only craved his touch and wanted him near.
“I see you’re impatient as well.” Shouta chuckled into the skin at the juncture of her shoulder before nuzzling there. “How am I supposed to take care of you when you only want to rush to the good parts?”
Aiko would always regret the monster she had created the moment she let him see the videos she’d listened to while he was away. It was simultaneously the best and worst decision of her life, considering how much he teased her now. Now that he knew just how lethal his voice alone was.
“All the parts are the good parts, and you know it.” Aiko groused, the complaint sliding into a moan as he mouthed one of her nipples through the fabric of her shirt.
“Sss– Shouta.” The aborted curse caught in her throat, his tongue laving at the cotton and leaving a wet spot behind while his hands kneaded her breasts, pressing them together before he shoved his face into them.
“That’s it.” He praised quietly. “Just like that.”
“I hate you.” Aiko groaned, head pressing back into the pillows as she tilted her hips up, searching out the knee he had pressed between her thighs for a whisper of friction that he wouldn’t give.
“No, you don’t,”
“No, I don’t, but please,” She begged, tears leaking from the corners of her closed lids.
Aiko wanted more. Wanted his mouth on her bare flesh. Wanted his fingers inside of her. Wanted him as close as he could get; would open up her chest and let him crawl inside if he’d ask for it, to feel him everywhere.
“Eyes on me, Kitten.” Shouta directed, and Aiko blinked her eyes open, gaze flickering up to lock with her husband’s heated dark greys.
“Wh–”
It’s like he knew what she craved; her compliance was rewarded with two fingers sliding between her dripping folds. “Oh.”
“There’s my good Kitty Cat. Purring so prettily for me.” Shouta muttered encouragingly, curling his fingers just the way Aiko liked, each stroke caressing her g-spot and sending waves of pleasure down her spine.
Aiko moaned, one hand flying to grip her lover’s forearm while the other found purchase tangled in the sheets. “Sho.”
He hummed a response, bending back down to muffle the sounds leaving her mouth with a sloppy kiss. Aiko panted into it, tongue swirling against his when it passed her parted lips.
“More. Need you.”
Three simple words, but they were enough to crumple Shouta’s resolve. He pulled away from their kiss, heated eyes trailing over Aiko’s body as he slowly slid the shirt over her head. Aiko raised enough to free the fabric before she pulled the other back down with her. Impatient.
Shouta’s chuckle filled the room, a compliment to the heavy breathing as their lips reconnected, and her lover reached between them to grasp his erection. He pressed inside slowly, torturously, and Aiko could do nothing but take it with the grip he had on her hips.
“Come on, come on.” She whispered, still trying to urge him along, and yet Shouta ignored her for once, taking his time to fully seat himself inside her.
Aiko shuddered when their hips finally met, a pleased sigh leaving her lips. She curled one leg around his waist, heel sliding into the dip at the small of his back, and pressing until her husband laughed.
“Naughty.” The smile on his face as he scolded her had Aiko twitching around the hot length stretching her out.
“Shouta,” The accompanying glare fell from her face faster than she had decided to do so as her husband pulled out. However, she could hardly twist her mouth to complain before he snapped his hips forward, a choked cry leaving Aiko’s lips instead.
“Aren’t I doing a good job taking care of my wife?” He questioned in a low rumble, pace vigorous as he nailed her g-spot with each thrust.
“No.” The lie would have been more believable if Aiko hadn’t moaned the word; if she hadn’t been able to feel herself clenching around him as if she didn’t want to let him go with each thrust of his hips.
“I have to do better, then. Can’t have her feeling neglected, now can I?” Shouta grunted, thumb brushing against Aiko’s cheek while he caressed her face before slipping it into her mouth.
“Never.” It was a tease, but she still denied it, sucking on the digit as she met his heated gaze with one of her own. “I’ll always want you.”
“Good.” He replaced his finger with his mouth for a brief kiss. “You’re everything to me.”
“Fuck.” Aiko spasmed when those words left his lips, her orgasm coming forcefully and completely unexpected.
She pulled Shouta down against her, their mouths crashing into one another as he swallowed her moans. Aiko’s thighs tightened, hips lifting off the bed until the initial wave ebbed. Shouta didn’t stop. His pace, instead, slowed, each purposeful roll of his hips prolonging her orgasm.
“So good for me.” Shouta crooned.
Aiko struggled to catch her breath, let alone think a coherent thought, as pleasure continued to rack through her body. “My lovely, shuddering, Kitten.”
Shouta punctuated each word with a thrust, the fat of her thighs spilling between his fingers with how hard he gripped them. Aiko arched up, seeking his mouth, though whether it was because she wanted more kisses or to distract him, it slipped from her mind the second he complied.
“You’re squeezing me so tightly, Ko. It’s like you’re trying to make me come with you.” There was a notable strain in his voice now, but she didn’t care, her body heating up and the tightness in her lower abdomen mixing pain with pleasure as he continued to torture her.
“Stop talking.”
Shouta grinned deviously, mouthing at her neck while he teased her, adding more bruises to the ones he'd left the night before. “But I thought you liked me when I was more vocal with you?” The question was innocent enough, but his hands were not, one leaving its place on her thigh and ghosting up her ribs.
“Letting you know how good you feel around me.” He continued to tease, toying with her nipples.
“How much I love how you sound when I make you come.” Aiko closed her eyes, and another moan ripped from her lips while her leg twitched in an aborted motion.
Shouta’s pace deepened as he sped up, his hand trailing back down before pausing on her pelvis. “How I can't get enough of the faces you make when I hit your spot just how you like.”
“Shouta.” Aiko's voice cracked when his thumb brushed lazily against the space just above her oversensitive bundle of nerves. A tease and warning rolled into one.
“Or just how wild we both get after I make you come and then start playing with your oversensitive little clit.” Shouta spoke knowingly.
Aiko screamed as she came for the second time. He had hardly touched her clit before she was shuddering around him, muscles clenching as she struggled to limit her sounds. They were not at home, and Aiko would hate to disturb the other teachers before classes started.
"Fuck. Feels good, Sho." She praised, pulling her husband down for another breathless kiss to occupy her mouth. “Love you," her panting confession was swallowed by Shouta as he kissed her once more, his pace faltering.
“I love you, too, Aiko." He cursed after, head buried in her throat, a hot rush of his come filling her with a final faltering thrust.
Aiko wrapped Shouta in her arms, pulling his weight more atop herself as she felt him shuddering with the force of his orgasm. They stayed that way for several moments, chest to chest and hearts thumping in sync, before Shouta propped himself up on his forearms.
“Are you getting out of bed now?" He questioned quietly, brushing Aiko's sweat-dampened hair from her face.
Aiko hummed, returning the favor as she tucked the loose tresses behind her husband's ear and cupped his face in turn. "Yes, but after we shower.”
Shouta's eyebrows went up, a small smile quirking his lips.
“Is that so?"
"Yes."
Here he chuckled, finally slipping out of Aiko, then rose from the bed. "Now, why do I feel as though you are up to no good?" Shouta questioned, causing Aiko to smile as she followed him into the small ensuite.
“I have the slightest clue.” She replied airily.
She then proceeded to blow him the moment they had stepped under the shower’s spray.
Aiko didn’t regret the edging she received in return.
“You’ve done it now,” Shouta murmured, breaking their kiss as he wrapped his arms around Aiko’s waist.
The raven-haired woman hummed, a smile crossing her lips until she pressed them into her husband’s chest, placing a kiss over his steady heartbeat. She pulled him closer, squeezing a bit, and trying not to melt into his touch again. “You love it anyway.”
“Hmm. Do I?” Shouta asked rhetorically before Aiko pulled away, allowing her now-dressed husband to head to the small kitchenette where the coffee was brewing.
“Of course. You would have said no if you didn't want it…You've had no problem denying me before.” Aiko said with a pout, one of which she failed to hold under his deadpanned stare.
“Are you still holding that against me, Kitten?” There was a hint of incredulity in his voice before he took a sip from his mug. Aiko was already thinking of bringing him lunch with how little time they had left.
“Yes.”
Shouta laughed.
“No, don't laugh.. It's true.” She threw a glare over her shoulder from where she was looking through the cupboards.
‘We should keep this place more stocked for times like these.’
“And I meant it when I told you I wouldn't let you warm my cock under the desk while I taught my class.” She tossed a granola bar at his head, the ex-pro hero catching it easily as he snorted.
“Spoil sport,” Aiko replied good-naturedly, accepting the mug Shouta handed her in return.
Rapid pounding had their attention snapping to the door. Shouta stood from the barstool, warily making his way closer while Aiko trailed behind him at a much safer distance. They were on UA’s campus. The alarms hadn’t gone off, so there wasn’t likely to be any outside threats they had to worry about. Still, they were cautious, Aiko grabbing her husband's capture weapon from the back of the couch as Shouta looked through the peephole. He then released the most put-upon sigh Aiko had ever heard.
Before she could question who was on the other side of the door, Shouta yanked it open, revealing a gaggle of worried and ready-to-fight 1-A students.
“Aizawa-sensei!”
“We thought something happened.”
“You’re okay!”
“So he didn’t get kidnapped.”
“You were the only one thinking he was kidnapped, dumbass.”
Their voices overlapped with one another, and Aiko did her best to stifle her laughter. Shouta easily quieted them down, likely by activating his quirk, and then ran his hand through his hair with another sigh.
“You’re even worse than my last set of problem children.” Her husband lamented.
“Aw. We can't be that bad, Aizawa-sensei, right?” One of the shorter students questioned, eyes wide.
“Midoriya... Your father was arguably the worst problem child I've had in all my years of teaching.” He deadpanned, which sparked another round of noise as the students ribbed their friend.
“Wait, is he wearing a ring on a necklace?” The question was nearly buried in the din, but Aiko chose that as her chance to step in, a smug smile on her face.
“Don’t be so hard on them, Sho. They were just worried about their favorite teacher.” She teased, wrapping his capture weapon around his neck to conceal said ring.
“That hobo isn’t my favorite.”
“Wait. Aizawa-sensei is married!?”
“Since when?”
“Is that why he was late for class!?”
“We worried for nothing…”
And again they were talking over one another. Shouta turned his red-eyed stare on her befo
re pivoting to the students still crowded around his door.
“Whoever makes it to the classroom after me is expelled.”
Chaos erupted, and Aiko laughed as she watched the students scramble after her husband.