Work Text:
Contrary to popular belief, Shota Aizawa is both 1) a slut and 2) a needy slut.
You wouldn't guess it, but behind that abrasive demeanor and the lack of personal hygiene and the frankly atrocious sleeping habits, there's a man who just wants to be fucked. And loudly.
Case in point,
“Hizashi– oh, fuck, please, please–” Shota moans, back arched and cock bobbing against his stomach. They're on their bed, Shota flushed against the sheets and Hizashi caging him in, hands pinning Shota’s to the bed as Hizashi makes deep, long thrusts inside him. His own hair is falling like a curtain around them, shielding them from the world, almost.
It's been a long time, their work schedules and the hectic habits of Shota’s new class leaving them with no time to themselves. Hizashi thinks about this as he pulls out almost all the way, just so his tip is against the entrance of Shota’ cute, puckered hole, then slowly drives back in.
“Please, what, Shota? Not a mind reader, babe,” Hizashi just barely manages to get that out without his voice breaking; the hot, wet heat of Shota around his cock and the sight of his strong thighs clamped around his waist is making his brain blue screen.
Shota pants, hair a flushed mess underneath his head, scar bright against the pink of his cheeks. His pupils are dilated and glassy, encased with lust and need, and Hizashi doesn't think he's ever been more in love.
“Just— fuck me, talk to me, I need it. I need you.” Shota's voice comes out as a borderline whine, a stark contrast to his deep voice and it makes Hizashi's hips twitch deeper inside of him on their own accord.
“Oh? I thought my voice was, how did you say it? Grating?” Hizashi jests, but his heart isn't in it, too distracted as he speeds up his hips slowly. Shota responds beautifully by moaning, deep in his chest and Hizashi could live off that sound alone.
“Yeah, fuck! Just like that!”
“Just like that, huh? Fuck, Sho, mmh– you're fuckin gorgeous, you know that? You make me so hard, can you feel it?” Hizashi can't stop his mouth from moving, can't stop the filth that's slowly pouring out. It doesn't look like Shota minds, though, with the way his jaw goes slack and his eyebrows get that little furrow.
Shota’s hips keep twitching wildly and rolling up to meet Hizashi’s, the erotic, heavy clapping sound filling the room and making the heat in Hizashi's gut burn hot, hot, hot.
“Oh, fuck, Hizashi! I want– I–” Shota trails off, lost in pleasure, his cock leaking so much all over his hairy stomach. Shota gets like this a lot when they fuck– gets so caught up in how he's feeling that his walls just start to fall and the filter between his brain and his mouth just disappears. It's one of Hizashi's favorite things out of the many things Shota does.
Hizashi slows his pace down to what it was before, and Shota whines.
“You want what, baby? What do you want?”
Shota gets even more pink and his hands flex where Hizashi has them pinned. Hizashi knows Shota could break out of his hold easily, of course, but the knowledge that he lets himself get pinned down and dominated by Hizashi has been the cause of many late nights with him and his pillow.
Shota mumbles something, too soft to hear, and Hizashi leans closer. “What was that, babe?”
“I want… I want you to cum in me.” Shota's voice is embarrassed.
Hizashi feels his brain stop.
And then, seemingly without his permission, he can't hold himself back anymore and he starts fucking Shota again at a brutal pace, his entire skin prickling with need. He takes one of his hands away from holding Shota's wrist to the bed and goes to hike his thigh up higher against him, digging his nails in as he drives in deep. He gets a better angle like that, being able to drag his cock against Shota's prostate.
It's not like he's never done that before; they've been married for, like, 7 years. Hizashi has cum inside of him and vice versa too many times to count.
But this is the first time Shota has specifically asked for it. Asked to be filled up with him, and that– Well. Hizashi feels a switch in his brain flip and suddenly talking is as easy as breathing.
“You want me to cum in you? To fuckin’ fill you up? Is that what you need?” His voice sounds almost unrecognizable to himself, deep and growling against Shota's ear.
Shota writhes, moaning hard at the sudden fast pace and his head falls back like he simply doesn't have the strength to hold it up anymore.
“Fuck, yes! Fill me– fill me up!” Shota shouts, fucking his hips back up into Hizashi's like he's trying to fuck himself on Hizashi's cock, sweat dripping down between his pectorals. “Make me feel it, Hizashi, make– make me cum, make me cum!” He's almost pleading, begging like he'll die without getting his release, and it just makes Hizashi's blood burn hot in his veins.
Hizashi keeps the brutal pace, fucking him hard and fast. His vision starts to tunnel, only focusing on Shota, Shota, Shota. Perfect, hot, needy Shota.
“I'm gonna fuckin’ fill you up, Sho, it's gonna be oozin’ out of you for days. And you're gonna fuckin’ take it, too, you're gonna– fuck, take it. Take my cock, Shota, take it–” He cant even decipher what hes saying anymore, hes so close, Shota’s body is so warm and wet and strong and he's so, fuck–
Shota arches his back like he's being possessed and it only takes a few more thrusts from Hizashi before Shota breaks and he yells “Oh, fuck!” before cumming all over himself and Hizashi, white, hot warmth shooting out of his weeping cock.
“That's it, there you go, Shota, so fuckin– so fuckin perfect for me, fuck! I'm gonna fill you up, I'm gonna– oh–”
Hizashi's voice breaks and after a few more deep, brutal thrusts he feels the tension snap and he cums, filling Shota deep inside. His hips snap hard and fast through his orgasm, panting like a rabid dog as he fucks into Shota's wet, tight heat.
Shota takes it beautifully, crying out in pleasure and overstimulation at feeling Hizashi's warmth coat his insides.
Eventually, the waves of pleasure end and Hizashi collapses on top of Shota, both of them panting and coming down from the high.
He takes a second, panting himself back to reality and tucking his face into the crook of Shota's neck. He smells like sweat and sex and some animalistic part of Hizashi's brain loves it.
“You're heavy. Move.” Shouta's voice, rough with how much he was basically screaming earlier, floats above his head. Hizashi chuckles and sits up on his elbows, gazing at his husband.
“Is that any way to thank me after fucking you to oblivion?”
“You're too confident. Get up.”
“Jeez, pushy! Hold on..”
Hizashi slips out, catching Shota's wince at the drag of his insides. He's about to help Shota up and get them both in the shower, when–
He sees a white, translucent glob of his own cum start to leak out of Shota's hole, dripping down onto their bedsheets. Shota's saying something, but it's all underwater to Hizashi's ears as he presses closer again, gathering the mess on his middle finger and slowly pushing it back in.
Shota gasps, cutting off whatever he was saying, and Hizashi sees his cock twitch valiantly, trying to rise again. The air feels tense, like a chord about to break.
When Hizashi speaks, it's not more than a whisper. “Don't spill any for me, okay?”
He watches Shota flush deeply, jaw falling open.
Hizashi is a weak man at heart, especially against a fucked out, needy Aizawa Shota, so he can't resist leaning in close and kissing Shota deep. Slipping his tongue into his mouth, sticky and warm and hearing Shota's moan reverberate deep in his chest.
As much as Hizashi would love to go for round two, he's exhausted and dirty, and he knows Shota needs to sleep tonight.
So he breaks away from the kiss with a string of saliva connecting their lips, only breaking when Shota smacks his lips together. Forcing himself to move, he gives a pat to Shota's thigh and a little pinch for good measure, smiling brightly when Shota blinks and scowls at him.
“Come on, Energy Saver. Shower time.”
Shota groans like you'd just asked him to pick his favorite cat from the Cat Cafe down the street. (It's a little Calico named Mabel.) But he eventually does get up, running a hand through his sweaty hair with a grimace, and makes his way to the bathroom.
(And Hizashi definitely doesn't smack his ass on the way in and then run out of his reach, almost knocking himself out on the shower rod.)