Aizawa's pov:
After a few minutes of kissing them, I began to get restless. But I had to reign myself in, or else I'd lose. This had to seem like they wanted it more than I did. Somehow, I needed to get a reaction out of them to confirm it. I had an idea. But before I act on it, remember, this is to prove a point. Not for personal reasons... of course. Right? No. Of course not. With a devilish smirk playing on my lips, I pulled back. Both of us took a moment to catch our breath. But I didn't give (y/n) much of a break. Forcefully, I pulled at the hair behind their head. They didn't fight it, allowing their chin to tilt up. I slowed the pace down a bit, hoping to drive them crazy. I leaned towards their neck, letting them feel the warmth of my breath on their skin before I kissed it. As I suspected, (y/n) shivered. I glanced up, seeing that their cheeks and the top of their ears had gone red.
For some reason, I felt a strange twist in my stomach. Oh, (y/n) was good. They must be doing it on purpose. Reacting like that. Breathing like that. Blushing like that. My plan was working, but I was beginning to believe it was effecting me just as much as it was them. I grumbled under my breath a bit before I left a trail of gentle kisses down their neck. I then stopped for a moment, as I felt their fingers in my hair clench a bit. I had almost forgotten that they had intertwined their fingers into my hair. It pulled my head back slightly, but not much. I was still in control. Then, all of the sudden, I heard (y/n) speak. It was quiet, but I heard it. It was hardly a whisper, "We can't, the students-"
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Unlikely Lovers (aizawaxreader)
Storie d'amore(y/n) works alongside many pro heroes as a teacher at UA. They seem to get along with all of them, but there is one hero in particular. Eraser Head. (y/n) is an over worker, constantly drowning in stress and self made deadlines. In the early hours o...
