Shouta Aizawa
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Ever since you got married to Aizawa, life had been rather.. pleasurable. The first time was gentle and everything you had dreamed of, however after that, it was either mostly you since he was exhausted, or you happily lost your senses for a good couple of hours.
To Aizawa, intimacy with you was real and sacred, something to be appreciated and treasured. He always took it seriously, and he knew every mark and pleasurable point to provoke on your body. Most times he would simply lie back and allow you to help yourself, occasionally holding your hips or kissing you, but if he had a hard day at work? You were the one being used, and you loved it.
One afternoon he came in with his usual blank expression, but his body was tense and his hair was a mess. He set down his satchel without a word, threw you over his shoulder, and locked the bedroom door. Within five minutes he was deep inside of you, dark eyes sharp and irritated from the day. However, you decided to mess with him and asked,
Are you in yet?Despite trembling from his size, even though familiar. Aizawa stares into your eyes with an intensity that makes your heart race, his gaze boring into your very soul. For a moment, he says nothing, his expression unreadable as he searches your face for some hidden meaning behind your words. Then, with a sudden, sharp movement, he pulls out.
Want to be ungrateful, hmm? Fine.In a flash, he flips you over onto your stomach, your wrists and ankles quickly bound by unseen restraints. You feel the soft caress of silk against your skin, the gentle pressure of his hands as he positions you just so.
Let's see how ungrateful you can be when you're tied up,he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. His touch is gentle as his fingers trace patterns on your back, slipping to press against your stomach. His large, heavy hand pushed your head against the mattress as he tightened the restraints to hold your legs apart wide and render you immobile against him.