January 2025 Drabble #2

Aizawa/Present Mic (Hizashi)/Vlad King – Aizawa meant to just take a little nap in his sleeping bag before a meeting. Hizashi derails it.

(written without Aizawa's first name since I think the last time it was that that got flagged)

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Aizawa starts waking up simply because he is cold. He frowns mildly, fingers creeping up to see whether the zipper of his sleeping bag had somehow gotten dislodged from its position tightly underneath his chin.

Before he can really register that his arms are not as restricted as they should be, he becomes aware of the warm, full feeling of a cock slowly sliding out of his body, then back inside.

He gasps, eyes blinking open, then closing immediately again once he sees the glaring lights above.

“Shit, is he awake?” a deep voice murmurs somewhere to his side.

“Don’t worry. He does that sometimes.” Another voice. That one is definitely Hizashi’s. The cock moves, warm and delicious, dragging past his nerve endings and sending warm pulses of lust through Aizawa’s body. He makes a sound like a whimper. Long, dexterous fingers slide into his hair, scratching expertly at his scalp.

“Ssshhh… shhh all’s good,” Hizashi croons, his voice so soft and low like it usually never is. “We’re just gonna pump you full all nice and warm, alright? Be a good kitty now.”

“Shit,” he hears that other voice again. It might be Vlad King, actually. If his warm, swimming brain is right, then he fell asleep in the teacher lounge. Just a little nap before the meeting they were supposed to have…

Aizawa slides back under before he can latch on to the thought any harder. He’s aware of getting jostled, his naked legs splayed around Hizashi’s hips, the whiney little sounds Hizashi makes when he fucks, creeping into his awareness more than the wet, slick slide of the cock inside his body.

Another hand is hesitantly touching his head; it’s bigger, with thicker fingers, but unendingly gentle as it rubs through his hair and at his skull.

“Use your nails a little,” Hizashi’s breathless voice swims through the fog in Aizawa’s sleep addled brain. “Give kitty a nice little scratching. Keeps him under for fucking days.

Aizawa’s brows twitch. He wants to say that that’s not true but his mouth is not cooperating… and something nice and fat is nudging against his lips anyway.

“Or… yeah… or, you know… fuck his slutty mouth. That works too.”

Thick fingers are at his chin and gently pulling on his jaw. Aizawa, because he wants to annoy Hizashi and he likes Vlad, puts in the effort to at least stick out his tongue. He’s greeted by the salty burst of liquid once he swipes it through the other’s piss slit.

His cock feels enormous, but that might also just be his sleep addled brain playing tricks on him. On the other hand, Vlad King is huge. His glans seems insurmountable as it presses against his lax mouth but he’s not especially trying to fuck inside; he’s just doing little rocking motions that crawl through Aizawa’s body in the best way possible.

“Dammnnn he’s waking up more,” Hizashi whines deliriously. “Grips my dick like a pro.”

He is a pro.