Aizawa Oneshots and More

Affection (NSFW)

Requested by Ravinnxia!

Dom! Male! Reader x Needy/Clingy! Aizawa

heehoo it's me Kaida, bringing you another chapter :3 I don't write in male POVs all too often so this is good practice for me, so shout out to the requester for making my brain work a little harder! I had fun writing this one <3

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The day has dragged on longer than Aizawa had anticipated. Between lesson planning, monitoring student training, and dealing with the never-ending chaos of hero work, he's felt like he's been moving in slow motion. As he trudges towards your apartment, he can't shake the weight of missing you.

He fishes his keys out of his pocket and opens the door, stepping into the comforting familiarity of your space. The scent of something savoury wafts through the air, instantly soothing his nerves.

"Hey," you call from the kitchen, glancing over your shoulder. Your face lights up at the sight of him, making his heart swell.

"Hey," he replies, his voice soft. He drops his bag by the door, but instead of moving towards the kitchen, he remains rooted in place, his eyes tracing your figure.

"I missed you today," you say, turning fully to face him. The warmth in your gaze makes him feel lighter, all the burdens of the day momentarily fading away.

"I missed you too," he admits, his stoic demeanour slipping a bit. You approach him, wrapping your arms around his waist, and Aizawa sighs, melting into your hug.

"You're home now," you murmur, pressing a soft kiss against his chest.

"Yeah, and I'm not going anywhere," he promises, his voice low and serious.

You step back slightly, grabbing a steaming plate of food and holding it toward it. "I made your favourite. You must be starving."

Aizawa's eyes light up at the sight of the meal. He takes the plate from your hands, a warmth spreading through his chest. "You didn't have to..."

"I wanted to. Now eat, before it gets cold," you insist, your voice firm but not unkind.

Without hesitation, he settles at the small dining table, diving into the food. It's as if he hasn't eaten in days. The flavours burst in his mouth, a reminder of how lucky he was to have you... and your delicious cooking.

As he polishes off the last bite, a sense of contentment envelopes him. He leans back in his chair, rubbing his stomach with a satisfied sigh. "That was amazing," he says, meeting your gaze with a soft smile.

"Glad you liked it!" you return to the kitchen to clean up, but Aizawa's eyes follow you, the warmth of the food now igniting a different kind of hunger within him.

The longer he watches you, the more he feels the urge to be close to you, to feel your warmth against him. He pushes back his chair and wanders into the kitchen, leaning against the counter beside you.

"Hey," he murmurs, trying to sound casual, but his voice comes out softer than intended.

"Hey," you reply, glancing at him with a smile that makes his heart race.

"I..." he hesitates, his cheeks flushing slightly. "Can we... um... cuddle?" The way he mumbles the request makes it sound almost like a plea.

"Of course, but you don't have to ask so shyly," you tease, turning off the water and drying your hands.

Aizawa feels a warmth creeping up his neck. "I just... I don't know. I feel e–"

"Extra needy? Is my boy feeling extra needy today?" you ask with a teasing tone, heart melting at his quiet nod.