DAY 3: EXHIBITIONISM Ft. AIZAWA SHOUTA

DAY 3: EXHIBITIONISM ft. AIZAWA SHOUTA

CONTENT WARNINGS. handjob at elevator + references of public sex + oral sex (fem receiving)

SYNOPSIS. stern is aizawa but he's human too and he can't help but to fall on his ta.

aizawa keeps you at arm's length.

teacher assistant's especially you, that are much younger than him are recipes for trouble and ua, despite its reputation as the best hero school all over japan isn't strict about colleagues being in a relationship. romance is hard enough to find outside when your job demands you to nurture future heroes that will soon be the pillar the country.

he may have just judged you too soon that you are like the previous assistants that attempted to seduced his fellow teachers and him. you were like nothing of the sort. too focused on the more things that needed to be taken care of and desperate to get that reference to be put in your resumé and the experience.

and the worst of scrutinizing you is he's the one who's slowly doing the things that a teacher shouldn't have. he's having unnatural thoughts of you. no matter of keeping the things professional and doing each other's assigned work, you creep on his mind. his stares are no longer innocent and would wander. thinking how soft you must be under your clothing. the stockings doing their purpose of covering your legs but it doesn't do justice to hide the fullness of them and the blouse you wore, it was delightfully sinful. everything about you screams of domesticity.

your voice is polite as you asked him where to put the recently acquired files. in which he only responds with a gruff. pointing at the cabinet where should it be placed and his eyes known for its function to his quirk can't deny to tear away his gaze at your thick thighs doubling in size as you crouch to place it.

confined spaces isn't a place he's comfortable with. not with you besides him. quietly staring at numbers of elevator changing as it descends to get to the floor where a conference is being held. he keeps his gaze straight at the door when he can see himself in a suit. the sight of it makes him itch and he's already wanting to get back to his sleep and you will be there. waiting for him. shit. he curses to himself. the slacks are already bad news and from how tight it was, it will show. he's blatantly disrespecting you from the way he thinks about you.

“aizawa-sensei, you should keep your thoughts silent. it's loud.” you say to him and he froze. “you forgot i can read minds.” he studies your expression. you weren't angry but he can see the swirls in those eyes of yours being plagued with the lines of betrayal and worry. his words are stuck on his throat. he can only stare at you with those black irises of his.

“it's fine. you should have just told me.” you offered him a small shy smile. “aizawa-sensei, can i?” he swallows and his expression remain neutral but his elevated heartbeat tells you another story. your palming him in his trousers. his erection growing the more you touch him. “it's okay, you can touch me, too.” and he snakes his arm around you. grabbing your ass and it was wrong to casually touch you like this when it's his fault for not being able to keep it in his pants. giving up in the temptation. the form being taken by you.

he's hot in your palm. throbbing in your touch, his cock coated with your spit seems to grow more and is attentive to the ministrations you were doing. it's getting bigger, cum beading on the tip and it made happy that your sensei is lusting over you. seems like ages ago that you were a mere fangirl of the underground hero and now, he's putty in your touch.

you grasp firmly his length. assessing his reactions and when you get the huffs and his hips bucking for more friction, you squeeze his cock before pumping it with your hand. you didn't mind that you were doing it in a elevator with the risk of being caught but you love the thrill of it, however it's not the same to him. you know how he hates doing something in public and you consider it to finish your job done.

it's pulsing, the sound of shlick as you jerk him off and the small puffs of breath he's exhaling. a brief kiss is exchanged before going back for more. just a little longer. swiping the slit of his cock with your thumb and speeding up your pace and with a groan. he cums in your hand. cursing silently at the mess he made.

the elevator dings, signalling that you two have both arrived at the floor where a press conference is being held. none of you spoke a word, keeping it a secret of what happened and it leaves a dull ache to your heart that it will be probably the last but how wrong of you to say that.

“(y/n)? had you seen aizawa?” midnight asked you. “n-no.” you stammer before hiding your moan with a cough. she seems satisfied with your answer before leaving the room. twirling the pen between your fingers before a shaky moan escapes your lips. the pen falls in the cool surface as you gripped the corners of your desk.

your tugged the man's hair below your desk. feasting on your fat cunt with your creamy thighs wrapped around his head. “aizawa-sensei.” you call him. your thighs quivering, a sign of your impending orgasm and with a silent scream you came on his mouth. his face surfaces between your thighs. licking the corners of his mouth before emerging. that was close but you two didn't care. it was a new thing that was happening between too.

aizawa's more than happy. who knew he did like fucking you all over the school with a chance of being caught.

DAY SEVEN: GANGBANG FT. SEIJOH

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SHAI I miss you bby😔

VANNY! I miss you too, bub. I'm so excited for you to read my fic inspired by summer frights but it is still unfinished.😖

DAY FOUR: BODY WORSHIP ft. taiju shiba

CONTENT WARNINGS. body worship + mentions of body insecurities + cunnilingus

SYNOPSIS. he worships you they way people worship their gods.

for a man who can easily destroy someone with his fist, he sure is tender with you. treating you like you were a fragile glass. easy to break, cracking under the pressure of a touch.

taiju can be everything but he doesn't fit in the definition of gentle and befitting the synonyms of soft. he's rough, brutal, a sadist. who relishes in the cries of his opponents, laughs at someone's demise and no ounce of mercy to his enemies. took a hundred of beatings still he wasn't one on the floor bleeding as they cling for their life. you saw how violent he can be and how dangerous he is and if he allows it, he can hurt you in many way but taiju was never the reputation he upholds when it comes to you.

the room's dim but it was enough to see each other in his spacious bedroom. sitting in the foot of his king-sized bed, wearing a sheer silk night gown. the length stopping at the middle of your thighs and the man who claims to be your lover towers over your form. silent and calm unlike to his usual expression that is ready to snap at any moment and to crush the bones of whoever provoked him.

he leans down to cup your face. not doing anything but to admire the soft features of your face. the innocence is plastered on them and he slowly kneels in front of you. his hulking figure still dwarfing over you despite being in the half of his height.

the former leader of the black dragon is kneeling in front of you. it was like a sinner and you were the saint he's confessing his sins to. praying for forgiveness and was ready to do whatever you want just to bestow the forgiveness he longs for and you were baffled. taiju had never shown you this side of his despite the multiple intimacies you both shared. he was dominating. controlling whatever he set in motion and you will only be molded as he wants.

“taiju?” you call out to him. confused at what he was doing. you were nervous about it. the swirls of his tribal tattoos are a delight to see in his skin. everything's huge about him. hus muscles bulging at whatever place it was meant to be. he didn't respond to the call of his name. the low rumble akin to a growl coming to his throat is all you received.

a woman like you should be worshipped. it took him many tries and blamed it on to his blindness of the truth. took him a long time to fully see what really you are in his eyes and he was on the brink of insanity how he have ignored you for long and as an act of repentance for the sin he committed. he will adore you, rever in your presence and he'll reach the heaven with you.

he knelt before you. cradling your foot in his hands. raising it for him to kiss it. his lips brushing to your toes. he slowly ascents to where your calf is. his nose brushing on the skin and leaving featherlight kisses. his rough palms grabbing the flesh in your calf before putting your foot on the ground again. your breath hitched when he looks at you lwith those golden yellow eyes of his. his gaze leaving yours to resume kissing all the place untouched by his lips.

you were slowly losing yourself when you feel him nibble the skin inside your thighs. his palms splayed to the surface of your outer thighs and it made you giggle a bit. the size of his huge hands isn't enough to cover the expanse of your thighs doubling in size at the placement.

the small lingering touches was enough to drive you crazy but to taiju, it wasn't enough. he needs to feel every inch of you. show that every part of your body is loved. despite the callousness in his hands from years of brawling, he knows the every bump of your body. the scars and the stretch marks decorating your thighs like it was lighting streaks. he made sure they are kissed, properly worshipped. it belongs to you and when taiju decided that he loves you, loving you wasn't enough. he needs to breath in the air as same as you and if you decide to betray him like what delilah did to samson, he'll ask you to do it again. the difference you weren't delilah and he wasn't samson. if you can't love him, what's the point of his life.

the strange feeling and yet, familiar slowly engulfs him. the coldness of your skin warm against him. he hears every breath you take from his ministrations and the low curse coming from your sweet mouth. he slowly lifts up your nightgown. revealing your soft, fat pussy glistening in wetness of your own slick.

his large hand grabs the underside of your thighs and lifts it up, placing your soft legs in his shoulders. the skin in your thighs are smooth. he just rubs his cheek to feel them before taking a lick until his tongue slowly inches towards your glistening cunt. slow, deliberate licks are what his tongue are capable of, he can do better than this but he only wanted to take it slow this time. feel the softness and the taste in his tongue. warm and saccharine sweet it is and he stops. it's only a taste and he can do more of it later.

he must be god's favorite child. the divine one have given him you and despite all the things that he had done — he was blessed with you and taiju was more than happy to please you with whatever your heart desires. spoils you to the highest of heavens that there's always a smile on your face.

the bed dips with the added weight of his body. hovering above you was taiju. the blue and white strands of his hair dangles above you. his stare intense while looking at his wife beneath him. he could lose his self forever to you before that he needs to feel you. worship you with his lips that you will know tonight and for the rest of the days that he's only devoted to you and only you.

the straps of your night gown is flimsy similar to a thread to his large hands as he slid them down from your shoulder to your arms. slipping it off below your body until your upper body is exposed to him and taiju known for his appetite, licks his lips in delight. he leans down to meet the soft skin of yours begging to be licked and touched by him. leave them with his hickeys and bruises. a reminder that it belongs to him. a lifetime of devotion a man can give to someone but to taiju, a night of devotion to you is worth a lifetime. and he had loved you for many lifetimes that could exist.

taiju leans down. the tip of his nose brushing to the pulse in your neck. descending down to your collarbones covered by your supple skin and then his lips dragging between your breast and stopping until he reaches your round stomach.

the flesh around the areas flat when you're laying in your back but in the slightest movement it moves. it ripples and it jiggles and you feel hot under the gaze of your husband. he had shown you many times how much he loves the part that you sometimes deemed as ugly but it was his favorite and you let him do whatever he wants with it.

the flesh spills in his thick fingers when he grabs them and taiju revered on it. he makes sure to love this part of your body the same he loves. so he makes love to it. his tongue's hot. leaving hot trail marks, he sucks on the parts where your stretch marks is prominent. kissing the scars on them and he didn't stop until he was contented.

the weight of your body is he welcomed a long time ago. you were only a mere centimeters taller than him in this position. his lap as your seat. eye leveled with your chest and this is the only time you can look down on him. his hand rubbing circles on your plush stomach and other is on your back.

“fucking divine.” he speaks and you've gone bashful when he compliments you. there is nothing more beautiful to taiju with your expression. he kisses you on your jaw and groaning when you tug on his hair. “make love to me, tai.” you murmur. kissing his cheeks and he melts at it. a man's weakness is his wife.

grinding on his erection, soaking it with your juices and he curses cause you're asking so sweetly for him and what kind of man he is if he couldn't give what you want and with the guidance of his hands, you finally sank to his cock. he slowly moves his hips. kissing your arms and then, then.... he couldn't think no more. being plagued by his thoughts of you and this sensation that he's connected to you.

he wants it to be like this every night and day and he'd worship you again and again until his last breath.

please kill yourself im actually begging you

with pleasure if you'll go first, you miserable fuck. also, send me a video of it