Work Text:
You’re not sure when you dozed off, but you can’t have been asleep for long. You’d only meant to join Aizawa on the bed for a minute, but you’d been lulled into a nap by the rain pattering outside and the deep, even sound of his breathing as he slept beside you. It’s not dark yet; you can see him clearly in the dim shadows of the room and take the opportunity to look him over. He’s still recovering from the last fight he’d had a few days ago, and your eyes roam over the fresh bruises and cuts that have only begun to heal. You have to remind yourself that, no matter how badly he keeps getting injured, his own safety is always his last priority and you’re grateful he comes back to you at all.
His back is facing you, and you shift closer to curl your arm around him. It’s comforting to feel the steady movement of his chest rising and falling, and you allow yourself to indulge in it a little longer than you should. Eventually you force yourself to move away only to feel his hand on your arm, keeping you beside him.
“Stay.”
You smile gently and bury your face in the corner of his neck and shoulder. He smells like cheap soap and rubbing alcohol, but you’ve long since become accustomed to that. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” The two of you lay together, just listening to the rain at the window before you speak again. “You really scared me this time, Shouta.”
He makes a sound of acknowledgement but doesn’t reply. You know he won’t apologize for worrying you; there’s no point when both of you know he’ll do it again without a second thought if it means protecting his students. After another minute of silence you start worming out of his grasp but stop when he squeezes you. “I’m going back tomorrow.”
You freeze in place. “Tomorrow? Shouta, you’ve barely stopped bleeding. It’s too soon.”
“I’m fine,” he says simply, and you shake your head. You don’t want to argue, not now when you came so close to losing him yet again, but it’s obvious you don’t believe him. He sighs and rolls over to face you, meeting your eyes with his own. “Trust me, I’m alright.”
He can’t fool you that easily; you’re the one who’s been changing his bandages between visits with Recovery Girl. “You’re so fucking stubborn,” you complain even as he angles your chin down to kiss you. “I just want you to take care of yourself, is that so much to ask?”
“Yes.” You let out an exasperated huff and turn away, making it his turn to look at your back. You feel the mattress shift with his weight as he moves to stretch out behind you, throwing his arm around your waist to mirror your earlier position. “This is what I do. You know that, kitten.” His breath is warm on your throat and your heart flutters as his lips graze across your skin. You’re already beginning to squirm, and it doesn’t take long to notice what’s pressing firmly against your ass.
Your eyes narrow as you glance over your shoulder at him. “Prove it.” He raises an eyebrow at your demand, and you stare at each other. “Show me you’ve recovered enough to go back to work.”
“You are ridiculous.” He may have a point, but he doesn’t stop you when you push yourself tighter against his body. Rough fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt and slowly trace upward over your stomach. It’s hard for you to stay angry when he palms your breast through your bra, and your breath catches in your throat as he starts worming his way beneath it. You find yourself arching back into him the moment you feel his hand on your breast, almost embarrassingly eager for him. You’re no stranger to celibacy, this isn’t the first time you’ve gone without sex because of his injuries and you’re sure it won’t be the last. The end result is always the same, with you practically desperate for his touch by the time he’s recuperated.
You make sure to wiggle more against his hardening cock behind you and hear him groan under his breath. “Shouta,” you sigh, soaking up his affection like a sponge. You feel his stubble on the back of your neck as he leaves kisses there and gradually works his free arm beneath your body to wrap around you. “I miss having you to myself,” you admit, and you can tell his lips curve up into a small smile.
“I do too, sometimes.” You didn’t expect him to agree, but it soothes your feelings to know you’re not the only one tired of the constant danger. He doesn’t say much more as he touches you, eventually pushing your shirt over your chest and yanking your bra up to give himself better access. Your nipples are already hard, and every brush of this thumbs against them draws another needy whine from your throat. “I know I don’t give you enough attention, kitten.” You struggle to find words between the distractions of his hands on your chest and his lips on your neck. You’re reduced to quiet little whimpers as he works you over, ignoring everything except the way your body reacts to his touches. By the time his upper hand abandons your breasts and begins to move slowly down your stomach, you’re too scatterbrained to realize his intentions.
“You always make me feel so…oh, Shoutaaa,” you moan as his fingers slip into your pants and tease you through your underwear. It’s obviously damp against your pussy, but he’s kind enough not to point that out. “More,” you ask impatiently, and he can’t deny you anything right now. His laughter is muffled into the fabric of your shirt but you still hear it as he slips past the side of your panties to rub your clit with feather-light strokes. You want to ask for more, but he shushes you.
“Be patient for me, kitten.” What else can you do but obey? This was your idea, after all. You allow him to do as he pleases, wiggling eagerly with every motion of his hand and spreading your legs wider when he urges you to. “You’re so good to me,” he whispers in your ear before you feel rough fingers slide into your cunt and you let out a soft sigh of happiness. You want to turn back and meet his eyes, but his body is half-wrapped around your own and keeps you firmly in place. Even with his injuries, he’s still significantly stronger and has no intention of releasing you anytime soon. He nuzzles into the back of your neck and breathes in the smell of your shampoo, some overly nice scent that he’s grown to love over your time together.
You open your mouth to say something only to be cut off by another finger moving into you. You bury your face in the pillow instead, all too aware of his quiet laughter at your reaction to him. “Fast or slow?” You appreciate the offer, but you’re quickly losing the ability to think for yourself. “Kitten, which do you want?” The teasing edge in his voice makes you squeeze instinctively around him.
“I want…” A thumb grazes over your clit and you groan. “Shouta, I just want you.”
He feels so warm pressed into your back. “Good answer,” he murmurs, other arm tightening its grip on your chest to hold you against him. His pace speeds up, knowing from years of experience exactly how to tease and stroke inside your pussy to have you begging for him. “Just relax.” There’s so much warmth in his voice you could fall for him all over again. “I’ll take care of you.” You nod, too emotional for a proper answer and he kisses your temple. It doesn’t take him long; you should have given him a harder task to prove his health. A shudder runs through you as you come for him, squeezing hard around his fingers like a vise. Aizawa watches you, completely enthralled with the sight of you coming undone so easily for him.
“S-sorry,” you mutter finally, almost embarrassed by your sudden reaction. “It’s, uh, it’s kinda been awhile, y’know?”
He’s nice enough not to taunt you for your weakness. “I know,” he agrees, eyes never leaving your flushed face. “Let me make it up to you a bit,” he offers, and you’re more than ready to take him up on it. He’s quickly pulling at your pants and you have to shift a bit awkwardly to wiggle out of them from your position on the bed, but you manage somehow and he shoves your panties down to your ankles as well. You hear him fumbling one-handed with his own clothes until he frees his dick, and once again you strain your neck to glance behind you only to be denied. “I’ve got you, kitten.”
His hand is moving again, guiding your legs apart to give his cock room between them. Any thought you might have had is instantly erased when you feel him slide along the lips of your cunt and the head bump lightly across your clit. “Ohhh, I need you.” Your voice is quiet, barely audible over the sound of the rain on the window, but you still sound so desperate and needy. There aren’t many things that Aizawa feels truly lucky to have, but you certainly qualify. “Shouta, please,” you whine, and don’t get to see his smile.
“I’ve got you,” he repeats, wasting no time in holding you still and lining himself up to enter you. The sound you make is muffled into the side of your pillow, but he knows you’re grateful. “Fuck, kitten. I missed this,” he growls, tongue tracing over the shell of your ear and you twitch around him. He’s already gotten you plenty wet enough and sheaths himself fully inside you in only a few deep thrusts before pausing. You squirm impatiently but he stops you with a squeeze to your hip and pulls your head back towards him. It’s at an uncomfortable angle, but you can’t complain as he brings his lips to yours for a long kiss that leaves your lunges aching and your heart pounding. “I’ve missed having all of you.”
He’s never been much for talking, and that goes double when he’s entirely focused on satisfying you. You’re sure the arm under your torso must be falling asleep by now, but he shows no sign of caring as he gropes at your breasts and brushes over your hard nipples. His strokes are slow between your thighs, deep and even to let you feel every inch of his dick filling you up. You can’t help the little sighs and whimpers you let out; he’s memorized your body like a favorite book and could make you orgasm in no time at all if he wanted to end this quickly. Fortunately for you, he’s much more interested in taking it slower today. After all, he can’t prove he’s recovered enough to return to work if he can’t make this last more than a few minutes.
“You’re so warm,” his voice is low and raspy in your ear and you shiver. He’s always loved that about you, how easily he could get your pulse racing with just a few words at the right moment. You really are perfect for him, far more patient and forgiving of his mistakes than he has any right to expect, and he doesn’t give you enough praise for it. “I love you, kitten.” You have to strain to hear, and you’re not entirely sure it’s what he said, but it still makes you melt.
“L-love you,” you stammer back through a soft moan as his hand slides down past the front of your hip and to rub at your clit again. The groan you give him is much louder as you push back into him to meet his thrusts with obvious enthusiasm. “Love you so much,” you coo. He can practically see the hearts in your eyes. His hips rock more firmly against your ass; just as eager for contact as you are. You pull your shirt the rest of the way off and he takes the opportunity to ghost kisses along your newly-exposed shoulder.
Despite the circumstances, with you so starved for his affection and him still barely recovered enough to handle it, this is the happiest you’ve felt in weeks. You’re not sure if you actually manage to tell him as much or if it’s just a jumbled mess coming out of your mouth, but he understands. “Me too.” Rough fingers squeeze your thigh as his pace increases; it’s been too long for him too, you know, and he’s probably holding out as long as he can for your benefit.
You press your lips to his and run your hand along his jaw, feeling the stubble scrape against your palm. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He buries his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, but you feel him nod and sigh into your skin. His grip tightens on you as he ruts forward, fucking harder into your soaked cunt and the noise you make is mindless and happy. “Shoutaaaa, right there.” As much as you love the slow, intimate sex with him, you’re just as thrilled for the chance to wear him out.
“You spoil me,” he huffs, but the smirk spreading across his face is obvious. He feels you squeeze tight around his dick and he growls. “Not yet, come with me.” His touch on your clit is so practiced and talented, you can’t resist him for long. He keeps you wrapped in his arms while he fucks you breathless, heart hammering against your sweaty back as he gives you the attention you’ve been craving.
He finishes with a deep groan and you feel the warmth of his cum flooding into your pussy. Aizawa gives himself a moment to enjoy the sensation before he continues, stroking faster on your clit as he works to give you another orgasm. You only need another minute to clamp tight on his spent cock, gasping his name almost pitifully while a shiver runs down your spine. It’s his favorite sound in the world.
Thoroughly satisfied, the two of you curl up and let yourselves catch your breaths. He pulls out of you, you press your thighs back together in a half-hearted effort to keep the sheets clean. You turn back to face him and cuddle into his chest, inhaling the comforting smell of old laundry soap on his shirt. “You can go back to work,” you finally concede. “But, you have to be more careful.” The two of you stare at each other, neither willing to back down. “No matter what, you have to come home every time. Promise me.”
He shrugs after a few seconds, but you see the tiniest smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I promise, I’ll do my best for you.” It’s not exactly what you wanted, but at least it’s a compromise you can live with. You indulge in him a bit longer before shifting to get out of bed. It’s still fairly early, and you were in the middle of collecting the laundry when you’d gotten distracted by him earlier. He doesn’t let you go, only pulling the blanket over both of you. “It can wait a bit,” he insists, coaxing you back down for a nap.
You don’t remember the last time you’ve fallen asleep so fast. The rain tapping at the window is a welcome lullaby as you drift off with him, your fingers laced securely in the fabric of his shirt. He’s not going anywhere, at least for the night.