Tika

Here’s a thank you piece I did for @spicyfyuu.bsky.social because she’s just incredible y’all
NSFW based on Fyuu’s erasercloudmic AU

Hizashi doesn't even consider his own need, not once, all night, so Shouta rewards him in the morning with back-to-back mindblowing orgasms with the help of his rough fingers slamming against Hizashi’s prostate and skilled tongue lapping at his cock.

but he pulls Hizashi’s hair into his hands tightly and slams him down a little harder, cumming with his name in a gruff yell.

Shouta wakes up then, eyes falling open a bit as he pants and moans a little, body sending shockwaves through him as orgasm takes over. But Hizashi just... keeps going until poor Shouta is overstimulated and his clit *aches*

other times where he laps at it lazily with his tongue and is rewarded with the occasional still sleep-adled deep sigh. Or other times when he sucks with vigor and intent, slurping obscenely and dripping spit from the corners of his mouth.

Hizashi is so blissed out and content that time stops passing for him. It's just him and Shouta and the way his breath falls evenly until Hizashi gets enthusiastic with his sucking again, moving between stages where he just rests his mouth on Shouta’s little cock,

He clit warms Shouta, mind perfectly content just latched on like a baby looking for a meal. It makes him so blissfully empty to be placed there, ordered to suck all. night. long.

Shouta stays up with him a lot, but he's dead tired one night and knows Hizashi doesn't really want to talk or iron anything out anyway. So Shouta tells him to empty that pretty little head and sink down to where he belongs.

Hizashi has been in a bad headspace and hasn't been able to sleep or relax and is so on edge especially come 2, 3, 4 in the morning because he's not used to being up *all the time.*

Thinking about tmasc Shouta ordering Hizashi to suckle his clit and keep it nice and warm through the night.

CW// established EraserMic, tmasc Shouta, clit warming, consensual somno, D/s dynamic, overstim, subspace

Shouta is shocked by how picturesque the food looks set out on the plate like a canvas.

The company is perfect, and the food is unbelievably delicious. Shouta wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Only the presence of their mothers brings them out of it as they introduce the food on fancy plates they've only ever used when one or both of their mothers is visiting.

“I am so lucky to have you,” Shouta murmurs, placing his lips near Hizashi’s ear as he says it. Hizashi grins and meets his lips with his own, indulging in the kiss just as much.

“Almost finished, my love…” Hizashi says gently, and Shouta pulls him into an embrace.

He looks so fine like that, so gorgeous all dirtied up for Shouta and sweet-smelling. Shouta must look at him with the longing of a thousand wishes made over shooting stars. This moment is priceless to him.

“This is a game-changer– having my husband make me a meal on the night of my birthday. Imagine that…”

Before too long, Hizashi emerges from the kitchen with a dirtied apron and a light blush dusting his cheeks.

“Dad!” Shouta hears Hitoshi call as he clambors into the dining room.

“Hm?” Shouta responds, laying back as that vacant feeling takes up residence in his mind.

“Pops is actually wayyyy better at it this time. I don’t think it will be burnt or anything!” he exclaims excitedly, and Shouta laughs.

“Yes, yes, I’ve got it. Just say next time! We’ll take care of it!” Hizashi’s mother adds. He plops down again firmly in his dining chair then, resting his head in hand as that elated feeling after a third or fourth glass of wine kicks in.

“Shouta!! Go sit down! We’re fine!!” his mother exclaims.

“I was just going to refill my glass of wine–” he tries, showing his mother the empty decanter on the center of the dining room table, but she hurriedly draws it away from him.

But despite the look on Hizashi’s face (which says more to Shouta than any number of words could), it smells absolutely divine. Just as he’s about to say something about that, two mothers are grabbing him by each arm and running him out.

There’s burners active on all four corners of the stove, and Shouta isn’t even sure he could attest to a skillset that would allow that level of multitasking.

So he brings himself to his feet and peers into the kitchen, smiling wide at the display. It’s utter chaos: there’s motion everywhere, but really only one person is moving.

But the bustle of the other room calls to him. It sounds like home; the clutter and busyness and sound of several bodies making him feel like he might be missing out on a moment here.

Now, his little sous chef is barking away orders like he’s the restaurant owner. It’s delightful, and Shouta somehow feels more relaxed than he did to start, and that was when he was sat in a chair, poured a glass of wine, and told not to get up.

So he had brought Hitoshi into the kitchen with him at the beginning of the school year and taught him a few tricks and simple dinners.

So he taught his class, but first and foremost, he taught his son. Part of being whole, of being full and capable – everything a hero has to be – is knowing how to prepare a hearty meal for yourself and your loved ones.

You can’t make mommy and daddy do that for you forever. And you’ll put a hell of a strain on a marriage if you expect a partner to do all that for you all the time.

In reality, life is hard, and at the end of a long day is a night where you have to tie up loose ends at home and with yourself, making sure to right your body and your mind and your spirit.

Like your typical limp-boned, ragged teenager, his class of students had mistakenly suspected that after a hard workout, they’d have someone that wasn’t dead tired there to cater to their needs. Defer, defer, defer.

Just like he takes heroics seriously and his after-school trainings with his dad, Hitoshi means business when Aizawa walks him through how to prepare a meal. It had been one of the hard lessons he put his first-years through when they stayed off-campus.