euphoric, nsfw

aizawa

you bit your lip, looking up at aizawa towered over your sitting figure. he leaned down, his face inches away from yours.

"you've been a bad girl, y/n."

you shivered under his state, "what did i do wrong, daddy?" you asked, playing coy. "i promise i been a good girl just like you told me to." pouting, you leaned up to kiss his lips. he turned his head to the side, making you kiss his cheek instead.

he glared down at you, standing back up. "oh? you think you deserve my cock, hm?" he slowly unbuttoned his white tuxedo shirt, slipping it down his broad shoulders. "answer me, y/n." he snapped, stepping to you again.

you shuddered, loved the way he looked at you with his dark eyes. "yes, i do. i've been good, please aizawa." you poured, grabbing a hold of his hips, pulling his crotch inches away from your face. he stared you down, scoffing at your choice of words.

his hand went to the back of your head, pulling your hair, tilting your head back to look up at him. "you just want to get punished, don't you, you bad girl." he hummed, his hair up in a man bun, a few strands resting on his forehead. "first, you disobey me, and now you're lying to me?"

you whimpered at him pulling your hair roughly, making you stand up. he leaned down, kissing your forehead gently. "y/n, you know i'm gonna have to punish you, right? you're my girl, so that means i can do whatever i want with you, yeah?" he asked, his lips coming down to hover over your own.

you nodded, "yes. yes, you can do whatever you want with me and my body, just please." he pushed you back on the bed, pulling you to the edge by your ankles. he trailed his fingertips up your legs to your pretty thighs, pushing them apart. he cursed under his breath, "fuck," he groaned. "you're such a dirty little slut."

you let out a quiet moan, feeling his rough, calloused hands gripping your soft skin of the inside of your thighs. his fingertips came too close to your bare sex, making you let out a gasp. "i can't believe you, brat. you went to the banquet, with no underwear. dirty fucking slut," he hissed, giving your pussy a small slap.

you flinched, biting your lip. "ah–! shota, please. i did it for you, i know how much you like–" he leaned up to hover over you, roughly gripping you chin, making you look at him. "but what did i say before we left, hmm? what if someone saw what was under that dress of yours? you're mine. only i can see that sexy pussy of yours. mine."

his lips roughly smashing against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. you moaned into the kiss, your hands finding their way into his soft hair. he groaned, pushing your dress up to your hips, exposing your lower half to him even more. his fingers came down to play with your wet slit, gathering up your slick wetness.

"oh, look at that, you're already wet for me, huh? i barely even touched you, slut." he whispered against your lips, his thumb rubbing small circles on your sensitive clit. you whimpered under his touch, "shota, please, i promise i'll be a good girl now, please, i–i won't do it again!" you gripped his biceps, feeling his hot skin under your fingertips.

he pushed your hands down to the sides of your face, holding you tight. "did i say you could touch me? you're just making it all worse for you, y/n. bad, bad girl." you whined, his hand letting go out one of your arms, his thumb going back to rubbing on your clit. "i–i'm sorry, shota, please!" you begged, already wanting him inside you.