Insomnia [Shota Aizawa x Reader] (Rewritten Version)

Chapter 49

A/N: Smut warning!

Yes I know this is pretty much right after the hospital but there was plenty of time to heal during the coma lol.

Note; female body reader.

I don't know how to write mxm sex sorry :')

Enjoy :)

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Both of your cheeks pink, he went in this time to kiss you again, hands holding yours.

"[Y/N]," he murmured. "I'm glad."

Eyes closed, you subconsciously grasped his shirt, wanting contact to fill in for the lack of sight.

He touched your arm and cupped your cheek with one hand. "Hey," he said softly. Embarrassed, you let go, but he gently held your hand to his chest. "Do you want to do this?"

You nodded, still embarrassed to open your eyes.

"Look at me," he said softly.

You opened your eyes to see his serious but attentive and caring expression. The kind smile he had was so different from his usual sadistic ones, making your heart skip a beat. His eyes locked with yours. "Yes. I want you."

He nodded, gently picking you up and carrying somewhere, possibly his bedroom. Your suspicions were confirmed when you saw the room: minimalistic with just a bed, lamp, trash can, drawer, and desk.

No words were said as he laid you on the bed. It was small, but not too much so as you could both fit on it. You reached for his shirt and he reached for yours, and you both kissed again, tongue and all, never breaking contact. You've realized that, surprisingly, he was a damn good kisser.

Pulling the shirts off, you ran your hands over his body. His shaven chin, the scar under his eye from the Nomu, the toned muscles and abs, some scars from his hero work, and the scar on his elbow from Tomura.

Seeing you frown when your fingers touch the scar, he cups your face with his hand. "It's okay. It's all in the past. Forget about it." He ran his hands over your body, pulling your bra off as well and kissing the frown off your face. The kiss was interrupted as the clothes were being pulled over your heads, but it didn't matter.

His long hair tickled your cheeks as he hovered above you, and you tangled your fingers into the locks. The other hand tugged at his sweatpants. He followed your actions, tugging at yours.

Both of your movements were disorganized and messy, but you both managed to get each other down to just undergarments, you minus your bra. You could see the tent in his boxers, wanting release.

Faces both flushed and desperate, he went in for another kiss. You felt his hands snake downwards from your boobs to stomach to waist to hips until he tugged at the waistband of your underwear.

You let out a gasp of surprise when he unexpectedly inserted a finger into you, making you realize just how wet you were. He smirked when he heard you, kissing your cheek and ear before continuing.

One to two, then to three, tickling the folds and feeling your insides. He curled and crooked his fingers, searching, using his thumb to press against your clit.

Two can play at that game, you thought hazily, moving your arm down between the two of you for your hand to brush against the bulge in his boxers.

He moaned the same time as you when you felt his fingers press against a sweet spot, shooting a wave of pleasure through you.

You stroked him through the boxers as he pressed his fingers into you, avoiding that spot, possibly on purpose as you grew more desperate. His thumb continued to attack your clit, rubbing it in a teasing manner.