𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 | 𝐬. 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 [completed]

๛44 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑡

THE PERSON IN THE PIC IS OBVIOUSLY NOT Y/N SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO COMPARE THE SKIN COLOR OR BODY TYPE TO YOURS. IM ONLY REFERENCING THE LINGERIE❤️❤️❤️

but the one I'm imagining is slightly different because it should have a mixture of satin/chiffon in it.

also this will be a bit graphic. Even the scene with the bj so....ya. I had to stop a couple times loool. I hope it's okay though

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By getting the mood started, aizawa meant drinking since it was rare that you both drank together.

he'd even ordered foods that were known to have aphrodisiac properties like caviar and oysters.

he showered during the wait and even ordered desert for play incase but though he had planned a whole itinerary to get you both in the mood but it wasn't needed at all.

small talk as you both stood by the kitchen aisle drinking had lead to regular teasing and  being half sober was all you needed to get in the mood again.

"mind you hurt yourself" he watched you clamber on the kitchen aisle with the glass in your other hand but helped you to climb up either way.

"blah blah bla— look" you mugged him then stood successfully on the counter. "have you ever been to a strip club shota?" you asked taking a sip from it and he shrugged his brows.

"Perhaps. never quite fancied it though" he said then watched as you set the cup down.

"why do you ask? Will you strip for me?" he teased and watched the daring look on your face as you worked on unbuttoning the coat.

"if you pay enough" you challenged, lowering the shades you had somehow gotten a hold of on your nose then added quieter "oye it's roleplay. I don't actually want your money"

at this he couldn't help to chuckle, it was now evident that you were no where near sober.

"why you laughing? Don't think I could be a stripper?" you asked and he smiled smugly, looking you over as the coat opened up to show a bit of the red fabric underneath.

"too stubborn and far too hot. you'd be denied for being overqualified and for the coat of arms course"

"only you can compliment and insult me in the same sentence. you'll have to pay for the coat" you said with your hands on your hips.

at this he walked away for  a bit then came back with a large tote bag. after which, he tucked a coil beneath your anklet.

"take it off" he said and you raised your brows when you felt how thick the coil was against your skin.

"cocky wealthy shit. One more for acting like the shit" you said, lowering your glass on the counter  and he reached for another with a amused expression.

"you charge a hefty price for a coat don't you think?" he teased but watching it fall down your shoulder he swallowed hard and raised his eyebrows "I can see why. fucking hell"

the red stood out outstandingly on you, darkening under some lighting and it tied up his gut in mysterious ways. the hand he rested on the counter now squeezed it tightly as he watched the way your breasts swole in the cup and the garter on your thighs hugged your legs.

discarding the coat and the glasses to the ground you walked to the edge and rested your leg on his shoulder.

"could you take off the anklet. it's a bit tight now" it was a simple trick because the moment he looked up he saw the seating of the bottom piece or rather the absence of it.