Kinktober Day 8: Somnophilia, Aizawa Shouta

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    Groggily blinking the Omega looked
around. The room was pitch black. The small digital clock on the
bedside table glowed red, four thirty in the morning. Tight arms
clenched around their waist, Aizawa resting his chin on their
shoulder. His sleepy breaths coming in gentle waves.

“Shouta?
Are you awake?” they mumble, but get nothing in return. Something
hard poked into their back, and they groan.  Wiggling around, they
manage to roll over enough to face him. His face was set in peaceful
slumber, blissfully unaware of everything.

“Ugh…Shouta.”
they grumble, hands slipping down his chest.  They were all to
familiar was “morning wood,” but no one had prepared them for
Aizawa’s constant, “midnight wood.”

“Seriously…”
they yawn, fingers pulling down his sweatpants. His hardened cock
springing out. Gripping his cock carefully, they teasingly run their
thumb over his slit. He stirred in his sleep, but didn’t wake.
Snickering to themselves, they run their hand down his shaft. Up and
down, slowly, as to not wake him. At this point, they were an expect
at handling Aizawa’s sleepy needs.

A tiny groan slips past
his lips, and they continue on. Slowly getting faster, Aizawa’s
breath quickening. He never lasted long during these midnight trysts,
his body reacting quick and hard.

He groaned, tired eyes blinking open.

“Fuck…” he mumbled, body trembling.  Their hand gave one
last jerk, and Aizawa hissed. Cum spilling out onto their hand,
coating it quickly.
“You don’t have to do that ya know…”
he grumbled, rubbing his eyes.
“Doesn’t matter if I don’t,
you’ll still make a mess of yourself regardless.” they teased,
getting up to wash the mess from their fingers.

“Guess there
could be worse ways to wake up.”