Shinso and Erasermic Family Oneshots

Well Fuck

Warning: sexual themes

Aizawa entered his son's dorm and immediately wanted to die. Shinso was splayed out on his bed without a shirt on, with Ojiro, the one kid he never had an issue out of, on top of him. Shinso's neck and chest were littered with dark red hickies.

Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. I hate my life. So, so much. "At least it isn't a loud blond." He groaned. The two teens scrambled to their feet, Shinso hastily throwing a random shirt on. "Lock the door next time. I did not need that today." The adult started.

"Sorry, Mr. Aizawa, I was certain I had locked it." Ojiro muttered, face as red as Rudolph's nose. "This is why you double check." Aizawa scolded. Shinso's face was redder than Kirishima's hair, considering his dad just walked in on him about to have sex.

"Just make sure you wear a condom, and for the love of all things unholy, use lube." Aizawa groaned, pulling a bottle of said substance out of his pocket and tossing it to the blond. He always kept the stuff with him in case of situations like this. It proved necessary last week with Bakugo and Midoriya.

Ojiro flushed down to his neck when he looked at the bottle he was given. "W-we were going to, sir." He stuttered. Shinso appeared ready to drop dead.

With that, Aizawa sighed and rubbed his temples. "The one thing you got from Zashi, and it's your role in bed." He muttered, causing Shinso to blush so hard he was basically purple.

Aizawa turned on his heels and opened the door, looking at Ojiro for a moment. "Ojiro. If you hurt my son, I'll repay it to you tenfold." Aizawa glared, using his quirk to add a scare factor, before leaving. "Damn kids." He muttered.