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Ma’am I love him! So much!
This just feels very HIM, like fuck yeah he’s tired, you know that- he knows that. But let him make you feel good. He just wants to feel like he’s contributing to your happiness. Even by waking you up at the ass crack of dawn to get dicked back to sleep.
Consensual somnophilia is also up there for me w/ Aizawa- where he just gently rolls you onto your back, sloppily kisses up your thighs in a half assed attempt to wake you before he’s spreading you open and putting those same sloppy kisses against your clit 😌😌
shota a c t u a l l y sleeps so much because he needs to recharge from blowing your back out every night. he is NOT the only hero on patrol 🙄 i know there are nocturnal quirks and everything, sir. that man would give you the kind of attention that heats your body and makes you cover your face from a single look. when he engages with you it’s like you are The Only Thing That Exists. his hands slowly roam your body while he talks, rubbing your arm, slipping down to your lower back (he is going for your ass). furthermore, that voice tho???? i am wet. and he can tell, too! how could the ever observant aizawa NOT help you feel safe in his bed embrace.
This… this… y o u… I am literally levitating? Stepping on the beach???
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No, because uh… thinking about Aizawa who knows he doesn’t have/make enough time for you… balancing both his job as a teacher AND his night shifts as a hero… how could he, right?
It’s something he appreciates about you; that you already know, and that you don’t bother him about; already aware of, from other aspects of your shared life with him, just how much he cares about you regardless of his schedule…
But Aizawa who still tries to make up for the lack of his presence in your life by waking you up every night when he gets home at 3, 4am just so he can fuck you back to sleep…
He’s so… all-consuming, just as you mention… observant, dedicated… so how could he not provide you with as much as he is capable of at the end of each day, by making sure you know how he feels about you in more than just half-assed ways, also?
Yes, his hands slowly roam, the pressure of them heavy and warm. Yes, he focuses solely on you, his eyes dark and heavy, sleep at their edges…
And… YES, he fucks like that, too. Creeping into the warmth of your sheets and giving you stubbly kisses until you wake… the moment your eyes open and you smile that pretty, sleepy smile at him, he’s making his move to mount you and fuck you like the sorry dog he really is.
Sometimes sitting on your legs, other times in doggy, calloused hands drag your ass up right where he wants it before pressing your face into your pillow; holding you in place all so he can remind you (and himself) that you do have a boyfriend, and that you do have someone who loves you.
Every night, Aizawa plays this game. No matter how tired or how beaten down he is, he has to feel like he’s at least providing something… and sometimes, pounding you into your mattress, whispering in your ear all velvet and soft, and then curling around you after to keep your naked body safe and warm… is like enough for him.
He tries.