(Y/n) Togata, a now third year, has figured out that that her teasing and joking has been confused for flirting towards her teacher, Shota Aizawa. She decides to no longer tease him and focus on her current relationship. But little did she know that...
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Motivation is a bitch and so this will be my next big project now 😅 It is a poly story! I'm excited to write on it!
♡♡♡SHOTA POV♡♡♡
She's so gorgeous. I smile as I watch my wife sleep soundly the light from the skylight above our bed seems to hit her figure perfectly. Every amazing curve. The subtle droop of her breasts as she lays on her side. The shine of her (h/c) hair with a slightly messed up craziness and a few grey strands. Her soft, plump lips make me want to kiss her until she wakes up. My (Y/n) is perfection if it was personified.
Sometimes I wonder if this all is a dream that'll be cruel if it ends. I think as I carefully move closer to her before starting to gently kiss her neck while drawing small hearts on her clothed hip. She gives a soft hum before I move up to kiss her lips. Her hands hold the side of my face softly as she leans up and deepens the kiss before pulling back, letting me see her smile after I followed after her for more. "Good morning." "Good morning indeed," I reply before leaning down and starting to pepper her face with kisses. "Sho!" She squeaks with a happy laugh before giving a squeal mixed with a laugh as I blow on her cheek. "Shota!" She giggles before teleporting behind me and grabbing a spare shirt from the nearby chair.
"Who said I was done messing with you?" I ask as I get up, making her give a childish squeal as she quickly opens the door with me hot on her tail. "Me!" My wife shouts as she runs around the couch, me grabbing at the shirt as Oboro casually ducks his head, nose still in his book. "Go, Mom! Wooh!" Mirai cheers from the kitchen as the smell of pork buns meets my nose. "Go Daddy! Get Momma!" Aza cheers for me as I chuckle erasing my wife's quirk before she can teleport away and grab her. "No no no no no!"
I quickly suck in a deep breath before blowing a raspberry on the skin of the crook of her neck, making the woman laugh loudly as she struggles in my arms. "Sho-AHAH! It-HAH-tickles!" (Y/n) screeches between laughs as I tickle her sides, before moving away from her. "You-I'll get..." She claims between breaths while pointing at me. "Later. I gotta sit down, I'm getting old." "Aw, did Momma get too worked up because of Dad being mean to you?" Oboro says in a babying voice without looking up from his book until hearing his siblings' snicker. "SHUT YOUR FACES!" He shouts with a heavy blush of embarrassment. "Thank you for caring, Obi." My wife says as she places a kiss on his forehead before sitting down on the couch, giving a heavy sigh.
"You're welcome." "Momma's boy." "I will throw you off the balcony!" Mirai threatens, knowing his sister could teleport back up. "You will not or you'll be grounded until you're out from under this roof," I say sternly to him as I grab a plate from Mirai over the island before going and giving it to (Y/n). "No joke either." "Fine. I'll use Dad's scarves and hang you from the tree outside." Oboro corrects as he gives a tight smile to his sister before getting up and grabbing a plate. "Sucker." Aza retorts after stealing one of his pork buns and taking a bite before grabbing her plate. Oboro gives a scoff before sitting at the table beside his twin. "So it's the big hang-out today?"
