My Lover Academia: MHA x Reader [Requests CLOSED!]

🌟🍋 Rough (Aizawa x Female!Reader)

*♡request for anon♡*

"Ready?" Aizawa's voice was low, the tone sending a shiver down your spine. You nodded, heart racing. This was something new, something you'd never tried before. The bedroom was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to allow only slivers of moonlight to seep through, casting a soft glow on his stern features.

He stepped closer, the scent of his cologne wrapping around you like a seductive embrace. "Remember the safe word," he reminded, his eyes searching yours for any sign of doubt. You swallowed hard, the word 'apple' echoing in your mind. "We can stop anytime," he said, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray hair from your face.

Your breath caught as he began to trace the outline of your body with his fingertips, the touch feather-light yet charged with an intensity that made you ache for more. You felt his gaze on you, assessing, contemplating, as if you were a canvas waiting to be painted with passion and desire. His hands grew bolder, cupping your breasts over the fabric of your shirt, his thumbs flicking against your hardened nipples.

"Tell me," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear, "do you want this?" The question was a challenge, a demand for your complete surrender.

"Yes," you breathed, the word a shaky affirmation. His grip tightened, a silent acknowledgment of your consent. You felt the fabric of your shirt tear away, the cool air brushing against your skin making you gasp.

He pushed you onto the bed, his hands firm yet gentle. Your eyes locked onto his, the hunger in them a mirror to your own. His body hovered over yours, muscles taut with restraint. You could feel the heat radiating from him, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. His mouth found yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue demanding entry as his hands roamed down your body.

Aizawa's teeth grazed your neck, sending a jolt of pleasure through your veins. His hands tugged at the waistband of your pants, pulling them down roughly. The sound of the zipper echoed in the quiet room, a stark reminder of the power dynamics shifting into place. You moaned into his mouth, your body arching towards his touch.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice gruff with desire. You complied, feeling a mix of trepidation and excitement as you exposed yourself to him. His eyes raked over you, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of your bare skin. "So obedient," he murmured, a smug smile playing on his lips. The words stung, yet you found yourself craving his approval.

He positioned himself between your thighs, the weight of his body pressing down on yours. His hand slid between your legs, his fingers delving into your wetness without ceremony. "Look at you," he said, his voice thick with lust, "so desperate for it."

You felt your cheeks flush at his words, the degradation oddly thrilling. His touch grew rougher, his fingers moving inside you with a purpose that was almost punishing. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your body responding in ways that surprised even you. Aizawa noticed your reaction and chuckled darkly. "You like it, don't you?"

He leaned down, his mouth a mere inch from yours. "You're going to take it all," he whispered, the promise a mix of threat and reassurance. "You're going to be my little slut." The words sent a bolt of electricity through your core, making you tremble. You didn't dare speak, afraid that your voice would betray the excitement coursing through your veins.

Aizawa's hand moved away, leaving you feeling empty and exposed. He reached into the nightstand, the sound of a drawer opening and closing filling the room. When his hand reappeared, it held a length of rope. Without a word, he bound your wrists together, securing them to the bedpost above your head. The feeling of being at his mercy was intoxicating, your body responding with a fresh wave of arousal.