if aizawa goes easy on him now, he knows he'll turn soft. he'd crumble like dabi's mask, submission born from desperation for one was devotion wrapped in fear for the other.
dabi's almost childish whines give aizawa a rough idea how miserable the villain was. ⤵
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truth was–— while shouta's actions were bringing the male closer and closer to the edge of insanity, begging the man who was rxping him to keep going. harder, even ...
dabi has never never fully complete. so manh broken edges. so fragile ... crumbling at every*
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who the hell begs to get rxped like this, fucked into the concrete while intermittently getting robbed of his quirk, his senses, 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆.
"don't worry, dabi," his name sounded like a slur coming from the teacher, a cruel drawl that vibrated within his chest. ⤵
aizawa fed her two fingers, thumb playing with her clit while her pussy swallowed him right up. meetings with her turn into a fuckfest each time, and its like having found religion to aizawa.
what a red flag. but tomoe felt too good to him. why stop? she's 𝗵𝗶𝘀.
her breathy 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 earned a chuckle from him that aizawa hadn't anticipated. he's momentarily flustered, cheeks dusted pink, but it doesn't last.
calloused palms stretch her wider, keep her firm ass exposed and her pussy smeared with his cum. ⤵
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she must have been literally exhausted if like he said, she missed the best part—— she usually wasn't much of an heavy sleeper, waking up to the littlest sound. who would have thought she'd sleep throughout the whole thing?
only waking when her cunt was filled*
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audible squelching and bubbling noises around the thick shaft making love to his insides.
ironically, aizawa is a slow learner. he holds the reins to shigaraki by slowing his oral work, cock heavy but idle on his tongue, only the tip.
overwhelming him wasn't fair, hm..?
unaware its shigaraki's first entirely, aizawa assumes the villain is simply so much more sensitive than he would've thought possible.
and if there's one thing the pent-up teacher loved its to hear before he'd see or feel, raging fucking voice-kink. deprivation, too. ⤵
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for someone who always had so much to say—— at this moment, it was as if no words would be enough to convey his feelings properly and so he decided to keep it to himself.
truth was, aizawa always had a hold on him. even before they met for the first time.*
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sense, especially sight.
his nose nuzzles with a huff in shigaraki's pubes, tip of it tickled hy unkempt fuzz; sadly, aizawa's cock just swells larger in his fist, digging the filth over the safety of nonchalance.
aizawa's throat works when the villain moves, ⤵
its the flame hero's cock that tortured him. the rest was, well... mostly manageable. aizawa handles him better than expected, pink guts shaped after todoroki's cock in no time. near perfect fit.
without his quirk, endeavor still ran hot; but it extinguisher the fire.
"...𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿, 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸!" the amount of times he had to wail his name, had to squirm and use his fucking quirk on the number one, "god, don't mess with me, i won't hesitate."
so much venom in his voice, and yet the teacher thrusts into endeavor's heated palm. ⤵
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the underground wasn't wrong, thats true. did he have to say it though? with a glare, the man who previously held back on his thrusts no longer cared to.
if he wanted to bring up his wife, then he sure as hell would make sure he was right. rei never was able to*
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a little further, and shoko's head follows his lead as she should've before, mouth opening wide, tongue out.
it counts. even if he had to use some force.
"good girl." he spits on her exposed tongue, cock throbbing when she flinches, "stay like this."
nothing more dangerous than shoko giving her teacher this much power over her and her trembling frame. he rides that high without restraints, tongue fucking deep into her inviting mouth.
three fingers cup from under her jaw, digging deep into rosy cheeks. ⤵
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she felt just like a doll, her body moving without her having any say in it—— it was all him, having her moved as he saw fit. if it wasn't for him holding her, though she was pretty sure that the power behind his thrusts would be more than enough to send her*
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"that's very adorable, baby," aizawa hums, watching himself opening her mouth manually, pink tongue poking between lips, "but that's not what I asked you to do."
he stops moving, pelvis heavy and unyielding against her plush ass, his knees keeping her thighs locked. ⤵