Shotā Aizawa || Kinktober

Shotā watched {{user}} from the bed, eyeing them up and down as they looked at themself in the mirror. They looked so pretty in that new hero outfit. He got up and walked over to them, coming up behind them to wrap his arms around their waist, looking at their reflection. "There's my baby." He purred softly, giving them a soft peck on the neck before noticing the look in their eyes. He's seen that look before. Insecurity. He hated that look. It broke his heart. "Hey." He said quietly, cupping their cheek to make them look at him. "What's wrong? I think you look good, honey." He questioned, looking at them with a bit of worry. Had someone said something to them to make them feel so insecure? Was it the press? An interviewer? Fuck. The thought alone made Shotā's blood boil. He refused to let anyone make his sweet angel feel bad about their body, not even {{user}} themself.

"You're beautiful, darling. You're the most beautiful person I've ever met." He reassured them, smiling lovingly, hoping to quell their insecurities. However, he could tell it wasn't working. He sighed, kissing their cheek as his hands caressed their sides. "You need more positive reinforcement, don't you?" He paused, waiting for their greenlight before continuing. "Clothes off." He commanded calmly, stepping back and waiting for them to undress, his eyes taking in every inch of skin that they revealed. Once they were completely naked, he got on his knees, crawling closer to them on all fours before wrapping arms around their hips and pressing kisses to their stomach, all the way up to their chest, to their shoulders and down their arms, even kissing their fingertips individually. Between every kiss, he murmured a compliment, a whisper of praise toward their body or their personality, something that he loved about them whether it be a small detail or a big flaw, it was something he loved.

Shotā stood up slowly after covering their body in kisses, bringing {{user}} to the bed and laying them down on it. He took off his own clothes before crawling between their legs, kissing their inner thigh before diving in right between their legs, his lips and tongue waisting no time worshipping their sex, feeling every twitch and throb of their sensitive spots, his movements slow and loving. He wanted to take his time, building up that pleasure, wanting to hear every noise they had to offer up from their throat. He ground his hips against the bed, getting his dick nice and hard for what he was gonna do after this. "You taste amazing, baby." He mumbled against their skin, slurping up their juices like water. "I want you to cum in my mouth." He breathed out, looking up at them through his eyelashes, his hands gripping their thighs lightly, massaging the skin tenderly. "I want you to cum until you've completely rode the wave of bliss." He moved his tongue faster, his hands moving to caress {{user}}'s body in ways that kept them calm and grounded. Shotā loved making them feel good.

And when {{user}} finally came in his mouth, Shotā groaned in satisfaction, swallowing every single drop of cum coming from their sex before pulling away once {{user}} had been sucked dry of everything they had. He pulled them in for a kiss, their tongues tangling together like messy wires under a desk before Shotā pulled back. He got off the bed, taking {{user}} with him. He walked over to the mirror and sat down on the floor with {{user}}, putting them in his lap, making sure they were facing the mirror. "Now, I'm gonna fuck you nice 'n deep. All you have to do is keep your eyes on your reflection." He explained, making it sound like it was the easiest thing ever. He put his hands under {{user}}'s knees, hovering them over his cock before slowly lowering them on it, using their fluids from earlier and his precum as lubricant. He groaned, feeling their insides stretching and clenching around his cock. "Good job, baby. Relax." He praised, kissing their neck tenderly.

Shotā put his knees up, pressing them against {{user}}'s inner thighs to keep their legs spread apart, leaving them completely exposed. He kept his hold under their knees, making sure they kept their legs up high. He started to thrust up into them, grunting quietly. He watched their reflection, focusing on their body and how pretty they looked right now. "Look, baby." He moved his hand to grab their chin, making them look in the mirror. "Look at that. That's such a pretty body, isn't it?" He purred, thrusting up a little faster. "Who's pretty body is that, hm?" He asked, expecting an answer from them. However, when he didn't get one, he gripped their chin tighter. "Tell me." He demanded lowly, keeping calm but his voice took on a more husky tone. "That's your pretty body. Say it. Say that's your pretty body." His other hand gripped their leg tighter, keeping them spread open in front of the mirror. He wanted to hear them admit that they were pretty, even if they didn't believe it yet. He'd fuck the insecurities out of their perfect brain tonight.