"You don't fucking understand - how damn crazy you make me," Aizawa growled, grinding his hips against Y/N's in tight circles. His breath was hot and strained against their neck as he sought out that friction, that contact. Y/N let out a whimper, arching his back against Aizawa, their face flushed with need.

"Shou-ta," Y/N panted out, feeling Aizawa's grip tighten around their wrist as his lips pressed against their neck. Letting out small, breathy chuckles, Aizawa nipped at the flesh, sucking on it. He devoured that unique sound that he knew only Y/N could make, that sound which was worth every action.

"You want me, baby?" He pressed his lips against the small space between their ear and neck, his hips pressing hard against theirs, the erections rubbing against each other. What word was there that could be said at this point, the body spoke for itself. The whimpers, the impulses, the responsive actions - had Aizawa not known any better than that, he'd assume that all Y/N wanted was to be consumed, to be tasted and worshiped. Pulling back, he looked into Y/N's eyes, repeating his question slowly. Finally drawing some lucidity, Y/N nodded, their breath mingling with Aizawa's as they stood there in that position. They felt Aizawa's weight on them, their arms pinned loosely over their heads and their hips pressed against Aizawa's.

"Use your words, baby," He said teasingly, earning a needy whimper from Y/N as they bucked their hips against Aizawa's, their erections rubbing together again. Aizawa's eyes darkened, finally releasing their wrist. His hands moved down to grab Y/N by their thighs, thrusting them down against him. He sat up, grabbing Y/N by their collar and seating them on his lap. He claimed their lips aggressively this time, biting on their lower lip.

The movement was not anticipated by either of them, and when Y/N's lips began to redden with blood-infused saliva, Aizawa only became hungrier. The small moan of pain that left his lover's lips. Aizawa ran his tongue across their lip, lapping up the red ichor like he needed it more than life itself. His tongue plunged in their mouth, claiming each point with a need, an ignited fire that could never be put out. His hands moved back, grabbing tightly onto Y/N's thighs, tugging at the sweatpants needily.

"Shall we take this to the nest, baby?" He chuckled, knowing that the more he drew this out, the more he'd reduce Y/N. It was a teasing game, foreplay, but also torture for both of them. After all that had happened, they both needed this release. To one part, it would be a union between two people who had some attraction to each other. On the other part, it would be angry, two people who have both a love and hatred for each other that can only be expressed in these moments, these desparate and primal moments. As said,

 "I would eat my my way into perdition to taste you"*

Standing up, wrapping their legs around him, Aizawa carried them to the bedroom. He nudged the door open with his back, his lips still exploring his lover's until they both collapsed onto the bed. Y/N straddled them, their hands on Aizawa's chest. They had this moment, and they took it, rolling their hips against Aizawa's, their rear rubbing against his twitching member. Growling, Aizawa gripped their hips and held them still, swearing under his breath as he rolled them over.

He was still between their legs, his body supported on his arm as his other hand moved down to explore his lover, to see all their scars and wounds, to become absolutely absolved in the worship he needed to do. His hand found the edge of their sweatpants, slipping underneath and scraping the head of Y/N's member**

The response of his lover, their back arching as they pressed their hips against his explorative hand, it was all Aizawa needed. He needed to feel this sensation of power, this feeling of being so desired that any and all movements were honoured with such a response. He smiled, dipping his hand further and gripping their cock tightly, moving his hand in gentle motions.

"Are you mine, my baby?" Aizawa said huskily, his tongue tracing Y/N's jaw. He delighted in that shudder, that small whimper as Y/N rolled their head back, offering their neck to him.

"That's a good boy, all mine," Aizawa chuckled, moving his hand away from Y/N's cock, standing up from the bed. He smiled at the little whimper that came from his lover. He yanked on their calves, pulling them towards him as he unbuttoned his lover's pants, pulling it over their boxers, marveling at the tented fabric.

"Aren't you excited?"

Y/N groaned in lustful annoyance, kicking off their pants, wrapping their legs around Aizawa's hips. Using that momentum, they pulled him down again. He let out a growl as he gripped tightly onto their thighs, massaging the roundness there, the small bit of fat. He claimed his lover's lips again, his hand moving up Y/N's shirt, pinching their nipples and tracing his hand around it. Y/N bmoved their hand up to mouth, biting down on the skin to try and stifle the moans.

An aggressive growl, and Aizawa had ripped their hand from their mouth.

"I want to hear every little cry and breath from those lips, you hear me?"

They nodded in response, just needing more of Aizawa.

"Not so talkative now, are you?" Aizawa said against their lips, kissing them again before pulling back. His lips traced their neck, moving down slowly , his hand still under their shirt until, after a long and arduous wait, he grabbed the waistband of their boxers before pulling it down. Chuckling, he bit down on the inside of their thigh, a whimper escaping into the air around them. Their hips bucked, pressing their twitching cock against Aizawa's cheek. He smiled, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. Grabbing it with his hand, leaving their chest untouched, he ran his tongue up the length of the shaft. His tongue traced the slit at the top, lapping up the precum that they had begun to produce in droves.

Y/N writhed under Aizawa's movements and teasing, their knuckles straining as they grabbed fistfuls of the bed sheet. Pulling their boxers down and winding it off their ankles, Aizawa let Y/N's legs dangle over his shoulders. He took their member fully into his mouth, breathing shallowly through their nose as their member pressed against the back of his throat. His humming and swallowing massaging and teasing their cock until Y/N couldn't take it, threading their hands into Aizawa's hair, bucking their hips against his mouth.

He grabbed their hand, pulling off their cock. He licked his lips, his eyes looking down to the puckered hole. Y/N's body was quivering, and it worsened when Aizawa's fingers moved to tease their hole.

"I'm going to make you mine, and you won't forget it," He growled, standing up from the bed and moving to the connected bathroom. The whimpers of need, it was like being a deity. He grabbed a towel and moved back to the bed. He put down the towel and lifted their hips to seat them on it, to prevent any messes that may occur. His hand gently traced the scars left on Y/N's thighs, the two battles they had fought still staring at him.

He grabbed their hands, pulling them down to the hem of their shirt.

"Take it off, baby," he panted, rubbing the back of their hand with his thumbs until removing them. Y/N complied, Aizawa taking off his own shirt, revealing the small traces of hair and his happy trail. When the fabric left his eyes, he saw Y/N's chest, their shoulders. He looked at the small scars, the stretchmarks on his hips and side from his growth and healing. It was like looking at a mosaic in a courtyard, one of those beautiful Grecian ones.

"Beautiful, like a flower,"(***) he whispered reverently, tracing his hands over their body. He reached towards the nightstand, pulling out a tube of lube and a condom packet. He opened the tube and squirted some on his fingers, moving his hand down to Y/N's hole, tracing it with the slick fingers. Eventually,  he pressed in with one finger, feeling them squirm under his touch.

"Relax, just breathe with me."

They tried their best to breathe in sync with Aizawa, relaxing around his finger and he began to move it in and out. Aizawa let out a soft groan, feeling Y/N's heat around his finger. Drawing back slowly, he prepared to insert the second finger, looking at Y/N again.

"Ready, just breathe in," he pushed the fingers in," and out." 

The intrusion was welcome, but their body reacted instinctively. Eventually, they settled into his fingers, trying to focus on their breath as Aizawa hooked his fingers slowly, grazing their prostate and sending shivers around their body.

"Nnng - Shouta," they whimpered, frustration evident in their vice.

"I'm here, baby. I'm here," Aizawa cooed, pulling his fingers slowly out, scissoring them, before shoving them back in. This was repeated, a few good times until Aizawa nodded. He tore open the condom packet with his teeth, pulling out the rubber and putting it onto his cock before rolling it down over his shaft. 

"Stay with me, baby, we're nearly there," he said quietly, pulling their hand up to his lips. He kissed their palm, lining his cock with their hole and slowly pushing the head in.

"In, and out," he said quietly into their palm, trying to soothe them as he slowly inched deeper into his lover, taking small breathers to make sure that comfort was still present, or some form of it. After a few delicious, excruciating minutes, Aizawa looked down at his lover.

"I'm all in, you ready?"

The feeling of Y/N bucking against his hips was enough of a yes, and he ran his hands down. He held onto Y/N's hips and began to move in and out, slow at first. Soon, he began to pick up speed before withdrawing to the head and shoving himself deep into his lover. Hearing that strangled moan, and seeing how his lover arched their back into him. He knew he had struck that spot.

"How about we take this at your pace?" He said, wrapping Y/N's legs around his waist and moving to sit on the bed, holding them close to him. He laid down, setting Y/N on his waist, his cock still inside his lover as he adjusted.

"You can do it, baby," he said comfortingly, as he slowly raised his lover's hips and brought them back down again. The small moans and gasps only egging him on. Eventually, Y/N took over in their space, rolling their hips against Aizawa's cock, riding it slowly, but not without its own due passion. Aizawa let out a groan, moving down to grab onto their cock, jerking them in time with their movements. Aizawa looked up at his lover, his eyes clouded with lust but also admiration and reverence at the sight of Y/N's flushed face and the way their head lolled to the side when they hit that spot in themselves.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," Aizawa grunted, his free hand gripping tightly onto Y/N's hip as he met their thrusts halfway. He could feel his lover letting go, melting into the motions and he knew well enough that he was on that path too. His thrusts become more urgent, soon flipping again.

He pressed Y/N down onto the bed, holding their legs over his shoulder as he continued his thrusting into them. The two lost themselves in a haze of desire. His hand moved to continue stroking his lover. He felt heat build in his body, cold-sweat prickling his neck and he knew it was coming.

"I'm close," he grunted, Y/N barely hearing as their own body slowly began to twitch around Aizawa's cock. As Aizawa began to near, he took a new route, adjusting Y/N's legs as he pounded deeper into him:

"You. Are. Only. Mine," he growled, punctuating each word with a thrust and carrying further, quickening his thrusts. Y/N began to moan loudly, twisting their body as they became overwhelmed with the sensations burning in their body. Their body convulsed around Aizawa, as ropes of cum shot over their chest and stomach. Their final cry:

"Shouta..." was enough to send Aizawa over the edge, and he pushed deeper, cumming into the rubber. His fingers gripped tightly on Y/N's calves, hard enough to leave red indentations as they came down from their high, step by step, breath by breath. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against their forehead, leaning against them shakily.

"You did so good."

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A/N: The long awaited smutty wutty scene. I'm sorry for the delay, it's been a while since I wrote a smut scene so I yeeted myself at a few books, and started further with "River Flower" and "Children of Cain"...

* Winterson, J. (1992) Written on the Body. A pretty good quote
Perdition:
In Christian Theology, Perdition is a state that the soul of an unrepentant sinner goes to after their death. Everlasting Punishment etc.

** It is at this point that we realize that this is le gay

Add. I do recommend listening to "In My Mouth" by Black Dresses but the thing was too short for this so... *cries*

*** I like flowers, okay, but the particular flower I associated this with was a "primrose", most having 5 petals which kinda looks like the human body (2 legs, 2 arms and a head).

Normally, I'm against not including aftercare but because there is a lot in this already, I'm going to put the aftercare in the next chapter...