Aizawa Oneshots and More

Birthday (NSFW)

HI :3 Strawberry here! Thought I'd give you guys another smutty chapter. I tried a different approach to it this time so I hope it's not too bad. (nervous chuckling)

Also, I am thinking of making an account for Janitor AI to create bots for you fellas to gobble up and enjoy, something to use while I'm busy writing the next chapter perhaps. If you don't know what JAI is, it's like Character AI (which is an app/website that allows you to roleplay with your favourite characters) but JAI doesn't have any filters >:) Meaning you can get all steamy with the bots however you like. 

Having said that, would you guys be interested? If so, what bot should I create first? What scenario do you guys want to roleplay with? Lay your suggestions and requests down below :3

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The soft morning light filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Aizawa lays beside you, propped up on one elbow, his gaze fixated on your peaceful face. It's early on your birthday, and you're still blissfully asleep, lost in dreams.

He can't help the smile that tugs at his lips as he takes in the sight of you – hair tousled, cheeks slightly flushed, and those soft breaths that make his heart feel fuller. Aizawa loves mornings like this, when the world is still quiet, and it is just the two of you.

Deciding it is time to rouse you from your slumber, Aizawa leans closer, brushing his lips softly against your shoulder. The touch is featherlight, and he revels in the way you instinctively curl in closer, seeking warmth.

"Happy birthday," he murmurs against your skin, his breath sending a shiver down your spine.

With a playful grin, he moves to your earlobe, gently nibbling it before whispering, "Wake up, sleepyhead. I've got plans for you today."

You stir slightly, a soft groan escaping your lips as you instinctively turn away from the source of disturbance. But Aizawa isn't done yet. He continues his gentle assault, peppering kisses along your neck, each one igniting warmth and comfort within you.

"Come on," he teases, pulling back just enough to see your sleepy expression. "Don't you want to celebrate your special day with me?"

Your eyes flutter open and you meet his gaze. "Aizawa," you murmur, blinking up at him. "What time is it?"

"Too early," he replies with a smirk, leaning down to capture your lips in a tender kiss. "But it's your birthday. I thought I'd let you wake up to some... special treatment."

You can't help the small, groggy smile that graces your features at his comment. You lazily turn onto your side so you face him.

"Mmm," you murmur, still half asleep as you nestle in close to his chest, burying your face in his shoulder. You inhale deeply, the smell of his cologne and unique musk lulling you back into a peaceful slumber.

Aizawa sighs faintly, an affectionate smile on his lips. "Guess I'll just have to use another treatment." He whispers, keeping his husky voice low, low enough that it plays through your dreams but not enough to wake you.

He nestles his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent of rain on cloudy days and summery oceans, relishing in the way it makes his head spin and empties his mind. His lips brush against your neck over and over again, peppering your skin with soft kisses.

But he's growing impatient.

He rolls his hips against yours, a soft groan escaping his throat. His hand moves up from your hips, hastily sliding under your nightgown. A needy whimper leaves the depths of his throat when his hands make contact with your skin.

You murmur in your sleep, and Aizawa smiles against your neck, his lips curling upward at the soft sound of your voice. He loves how responsive you are to his touch, even in your slumber. His fingers trail down your chest, tracking the contours of your body as if he's memorising every curve and valley. He feels your body arch into him, your subconscious desire to be closer to him only fueling his own desire.