"Do you have any allergies, perchance?" Aizawa asked, trying to ignore the heat that was forming in him. He was looking through grocery catalogues on his phone and Y/N had just miraculously placed themselves between his thighs. Their head was resting on the touch muscle and every movement, gently stroked against Aizawa's groin, earning an internal struggle. 

"I can't eat too much guava without getting chest issues, phlegm and all that. Why?" Y/N turned onto their stomach, wincing as their back moved. They chin now rested on Aizawa's thigh and he was doing everything in his power to not give into the now overwhelming frustrating heat in his body.

"I want to make you something to eat but I know your quirk needs a special diet," he trailed off as he felt another burst of breath against his pants. He was trying so hard and held tightly onto his phone. Y/N nodded gratefully, turning back over to rest their head against Aizawa's thigh. In the absence of their gaze, Aizawa allowed himself the liberty of scrunching his face and biting down on the inside of his cheek. Unknowingly, however, he had moved his hips against Y/N's neck, pressing his hips against them and the two sat in a stunned, awkward silence.

"Just guava?" he asked huskily, clearing his throat. Y/N nodded, their head pressing against his thigh in the movement and this was enough to make him snap.

"Sit," he demanded, patting his thigh. Y/N, though raising their eyebrow in a mix of skepticism and teasing, followed the order. It was laced with a deep current, something dark and brewing. As they moved, Aizawa grabbed at their thighs and pulled them to sit against him, against his now achingly obvious cock. He pressed his lips against their collarbone, biting at the skin before moving into the crook of their neck.

"Shoto-" Y/N was cut off when Aizawa kissed them, pressing his tongue through their lips and into their mouth.

"Keep quiet," he growled, his hands moving to cup Y//N's ass. He kissed the corner of their mouth, then down to their chin before returning to lick and bite at their neck ravenously, allowing himself this small indulgence.

"Sho-" Y/N was cut off again as Aizawa pinned them down to the couch, grinding against them  with reckless abandon:

"I said 'keep quiet'," he panted. His eyes wandered over Y/N's face and, in a slow realization, he remembered the handcuffs that Flore had brought earlier that day.

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A/N: Fuck my course atp, anyway. Please take a minute to vote, please comment, I like reading comments on other stories. Also, feel free to follow me and make recs for music additions. I'm sort of out and in right now because of the shit ton of essays I have to write but I'm slowly starting to get my pussy back into its momentum.  I want to prep the book cover for the new book (which one bitch?), so ye...