Same warning applies as the last lemon. Please don't read something you don't like, that causes problems for almost everyone.
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This was the fifth time Aizawa had caught you messing with the abundance of cloth that was his scarf. In the past hour.
"What do you want?" He asks. He refrains from marking anymore papers and he feels a pulse in the scar under his eye when notices the little mischievous look on your face.
"I dunno~" Your eyes are a bit more cat-like than usual and the ears atop your head were a little fluffier than before. Your rump was in the air, as you had bent at the hips to lean closer to him, your tail slightly to one side. One diagnosis. Heat.
"Dear God, now?" Aizawa grumbles, you giggle and wiggle a little knowing he was going to cave in. He always did when it came to your heat. Aizawa had a bunch of papers to mark and here you were, tempting him. He knew what was going to happen. Though he tries, in time he gives in and always gives you what you want. That is why you are now reclining back onto the pillows of your bed as he rubs his hand over your engorged womanhood. You mewl, your head falling to one side, forcing Aizawa to kiss your neck tenderly. Your arms wrap around his neck as you roll your hips to meet his hand. You had been stripped not long before and were practically dripping, legs wide to accommodate his body. The man above you was only missing his scarf which you had unraveled almost as soon as he gave in to you.
Your nails scratch his back - tearing through his clothes, mind you - as his fingers enter you. You are tight and almost unbearably hot but so deliciously wet, you have already started making quite obscene sounds. He wiggles them, pulls them up in a come hither motion and pushes them in and out.
"Shoutaaa~" Your head lolls back and you are forced to close your eyes from the feeling. Abruptly his fingers are gone and you don't know whether to be angry or despaired. He pulls his torn shirt over his head and shuffles out of his pants, leaving only his underwear and the impressive flesh beyond it. You wriggle excitedly, knowing it's only for you, right here, right now. You almost squeal just from the look of the flushed tip as he pushes his boxers down. He climbs over you, knowing that you'd rather claw your own ears off than go through any more foreplay while on your heat.
"Ready?" He asks gruffly.
"Please!" You skip straight to begging hips writhing to be closer to his, although you can already feel the heat emanating from him. Or maybe that's you but you're too excited to think about that right now. The tip pushes against your entrance and before he can even do anything, you've pushed him down and took him straight to the hilt. Aizawa is fine with this, it's less work and he's tired. That doesn't stop him from aching for you though, so he nudges his hips up to get you started as you seemed to have frozen on top of him as you take in the feeling. You bounce a bit and start pulling yourself up, arms on his lower abdomen to steady yourself. You start bouncing very soon, twirling your hips once you take him back in. Aizawa is matching your pace easily, bucking his hips up to meet yours, He takes you by surprise when he grabs your hips - they had been on your calves - and bucks up into you strongly, grinding his hips in circles.
"Oh!" You yell out as he makes the perfect friction. He rolls you over so he is on top and thrusts into strongly. You're glad he took charge as your legs were getting a little tired. One of your legs is over his shoulder, the other he is holding so it hooks around his waist. The small of your back is off the bed as he practically fucks you into the mattress. You wouldn't want it any other way right now, rough is what you need, and he knows. Your voice is garbled and pleasure could be rung out of it like water out of a wet swimming costume. Your head occasionally tosses to the sides as you take him, he groans, biting and kissing your inner thigh above the knee on his shoulder.
"I'm- I'm close Shouta! Ple-Please!" You plead and he goes just a tad faster but it's all you need because your toppling over the edge so hard it's concerning. Your back is arched, tail swishing violently from side to side, ears completely perked. You've not had one like that before and it shows as Aizawa physically can't escape in time to release on your stomach. He thought he had more time but the feeling of your walls clenching him so tightly it was almost painful pushed him over his own edge before he knew which way was up. His hips stutter, length still inside you as you ride out your highs. By the time it's stopped you're both sated and incredibly tired. You make the time to clean up, Aizawa is very gentle after the rough handling you secretly love. In bed, he pulls you close to him and nuzzles his nose against the fluffy ears on the top of your head. You sigh out contentedly and fall asleep in his arms.
Little does he know that just four hours later you would wake him up for an even more ferocious second-round.
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This is the shortest lemon I've ever written, sorry! My first day of college went well and shit like jeez it'd be great if my computer would work. You can't make games without the software lmao.
I wrote this listening to sad songs and the main theme from The Last of Us. Which brings me to my next point the music from The Last of Us is so good man! And it was done with a guitar that wasn't even tuned! One note is enough to make me melt, all round it's such a beautiful game and if I was to be honest I'd say that The Last of Us is the main reason I wanted to work with video games! Ellie was also my first ever cosplay. Well, I've rambled enough about something that isn't even slightly related to My Hero Academia!
