COLLYWOBBLES • collection of short ff's

- A. Shota | smut

character: aizawa shota
pronouns used: he/him/his
genre: smut
triggers: public sex, caught/lowkey exhibitionism, rough sex, degrading, humiliation
synopsis: aizawa is sexually frustrated, which is entirely the reader's fault, and initiates risky sex in his classroom
side note: idek what to say

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"ahh- shit..! shota, slow down.." his back was slammed against the podium in the room, his clothes swiftly being opened and ripped off his body.

the ravenette gripped onto his lover's hair, pulling his head back so he was staring up into his eyes. "i know what you've been doing. all. day. and now you have to pay the price for teasing me."

"w- what-?" as far as (m/n) could remember, he was just teaching like he normally would any other day. what could he have done wrong to make shota act like this?

the dominant of the two silence the other with his lips, pulling him into a heated kiss. all the same, his hands had been travelling around (m/n)'s body. soon, the (s/t)ed boy's leg was being held up with one hand, while the other hand was thrusting two fingers into his ass.

"shota—" his head flew back, and aizawa quickly clamped a hand over his mouth.

"unless you want to get caught, shut up," he spoke harshly to (m/n), curling his fingers in his tight hole before pulling back.

(m/n) had gave a small nod, which made aizawa pull his hand away. he unzipped and pulled down his pants and underwear. he lifted his lover's legs, (m/n)'s body now supported against the podium as his ass was showed off to aizawa.

after lubing himself and (m/n)'s hole with saliva, he wasted no time to push himself inside. the receiver put his own hand on his mouth as he wailed, his toes curling from the pleasure.

the ravenette's hips snapped back and forth, slamming against (m/n) and making him moan with every thrust. his own groans would begin to grow louder and heavier.

"ughh, where is that guy..?"

the quiet voice from outside made time freeze for (m/n). there was someone near, they would definitely hear them, they were gonna get caught‐!!

it seemed as if aizawa didn't care. he continued to drive them towards an orgasm, his hips moving non-stop.

"shota... ah- shota- we're gonna get caught-" his sentence broke with moans, and his voice quivered.

"i don't care."

(m/n)'s eyes widened. "wha- ngh!!" his head thumped against the podium once more, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

he could feel his eyes starting to water, his heart beating wildly in his chest as the footsteps grew closer. he continuously shook his head, not wanting to get caught. the least aizawa could do was slow down a bit...

soon, they both heard the entrance to the room slide open, both of their eyes shooting to the blond male at the doorway.

"aizawa! there you- are. uh-" his face flushed red, seeing the position his two friends were in.

(m/n) could feel tears sliding down his face. he was so embarrassed by the fact he was caught. but what was more embarrassing was, as his boyfriend slowly slid in and out of him and his friend watched, he felt so good.

"get out," aizawa spat.

"ah- right, sorry-!" yamada slammed the door shut, and his rapid footsteps slowly faded.

aizawa turned his attention to the male below him. a small smirk grew on his face. "who knew you were such a whore? you were so tight when yamada came in..." he taunted, a muffled sob leaving (m/n)'s lips.

aizawa took his boyfriend's hand into his, pulling back for a long, hard thrust. as he shoved back in, (m/n) couldn't hold in his voice. his hips spasmed, his cock shooting out it's release.

"holy shit- fuuuck, shota!" he cried, practically sobbing now as his boyfriend was chasing for his own release.

after what felt like a plethora of thrusts, he pulled out of (m/n), letting him drop down to his knees. shota shoved his cock down (m/n)'s throat, he let out his load in his mouth.

(m/n) gagged, but he had no energy in him to struggle. he heavily breathed through his nose, looking up to his boyfriend. aizawa stepped back, looking down to his exhausted lover.

"shit... sorry, (m/n). i don't know what got into me-"

"it's fine.." his voice quietly, his legs trembling as he stood himself up. "just help me put my clothes on.. you fuckwad."

aizawa sighed, smiling softly as he helped his boyfriend dress himself. "should we go home for the day?"

"no, no. let's finish our classes. if i couldn't handle a round of sex, i wouldn't be a pro hero," he laughed softly at his own joke.

"i guess so..." aizawa muttered, making himself look presentable after helping (m/n).

"hey," he cupped the eraser hero's cheek. "it's fine. i... kinda enjoyed myself. i'll see you later." he kissed aizawa's stubble-covered cheek.

the teacher hummed. "see you after classes.." he watched as his boyfriend tried his best to walk normally out the door, sighing heavily.

he was exhausted. he just hoped he wouldn't see yamada for the rest of the day...

extra:

"um," the blond teacher peeked his head into the classroom. it's been a few days since they've spoken together. "i'm sorry for seeing that the other day- i never thought the two of you would fuck in broad daylight-!!"

"hizashi, shut up!" (m/n) whisper-yelled. "there's still some students outside.." his cheeks were coated in a heavy red, along with the loud teacher.

they might as well have told the whole school they fucked with how loud yamada spoke.

second extra:

"so..." aizawa spoke up. his head was in (m/n)'s lap as said male read a book. "exhibition, huh?"

"shota!!" (m/n) flushed furiously.

aizawa snickered, "no need to be embarrassed. i don't mind trying new things with you.. even if it means letting hizashi watch us fuck-"

"agh, just shut up!"