(y/n) pov:
I was so locked into the feeling that I had almost forgotten about our little game. I grinned a bit, the corners of my lips turning up as he kissed my neck. He thought I'd forgotten, though for a moment there I had. Not that he had to know that though, of course. I slipped my hand under his shirt, sliding my fingers along his skin. I felt him shiver a bit, also able to hear it in his breath. Wonderful. He pulled back for just a moment and I took my chance. I quickly reversed the roles, my lips now pressing on the skin below his jaw. Though I couldn't just leave it like this, I had to one up him. Instead of the soft gentle kisses he was giving me previously, mine were a bit more... aggressive. I didn't really care if he winced a little, I knew he liked it when I did this. He could lie through those pretty lips of his, but his body always told me the truth. I could tell he hated it and loved it at the same time. He couldn't stand me having some power over him like this.
When I thought I'd won, I felt a hand grip onto the hair on the back of my head. He matched my energy, pulling a bit harshly, which jerked my chin up and my lips off of his neck. He slammed his lips onto mine, pressing his body even further against my own. he pushed his knee between my legs, his hand grabbing the side of the desk to secure me in place. Before I allowed him to take me away, the bell rang. For the next class. The students. Ah, I had a plan. He went to pull back. I knew it was risky, but I figured he'd give in before I did. I snaked an arm around his torso, pulling him back onto me, "hm? embarrassed for the students to know that I've got you wrapped around my finger?~"
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Unlikely Lovers (aizawaxreader)
عاطفية(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...
