Daddy's Good Little Girl--Aizawa x Reader

Part 1

Aizawa x Reader Story

NOTE: I DO NOT ENCOURAGE KISSING WITHOUT CONSENT; IT IS PURELY FOR THE ADVANCEMENT OF THE STORY.

DISCLAIMER: YOU ARE 18 YEARS OLD

"Hey, you're getting it!" It was the first time I had heard Aizawa excited... ever, honestly. I stopped running for a split second to grin at him, but he was already attacking my weak spot. His scarf slammed my left side, sending me careening across the training room. I hit the unpadded part of the wall with a thud, sliding down into a useless heap. He rushed over and placed his hand on my knee.

"Are you okay?" His tone was worried. I blinked open my eyes, view blurred and distorted. I could barely make out his face. I managed to hold my hand up, shaping it into a thumbs-up, smiling weakly.

"I think we should be done for the night, y/n," Aizawa said, lifting me up in one fell swoop. I knew it was the least of my worries, but I hoped he didn't notice my reddened face. I buried my face in his shirt to keep myself hidden. He let out a grunt, making me blush harder.

I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. He smelled musky, with an undertone of sweat from our workout. I smiled subtly, or so I thought.

"What's funny?" He asked, a hint of sternness in his voice.

"O-oh, nothing..." I dropped the smile from my face quickly. Unburying my face from his chest, I blinked up into the bright hall lights blaring on my face. My vision was coming back, and I no longer felt sore. But I was in a great position right now and did not feel like letting him know that.

We were almost to my dorm. I spent the last of my precious time focusing on every contour of his body touching mine. His sculpted abs near my thigh, his chest by my arm, my head resting over his heart.

His heart. It was beating extremely quickly. I hadn't noticed that initially. Was it excess energy from our workout...? Or from walking quickly through the halls? That was when I noticed we had reached my door. I had NO idea how long we'd been standing there.

I looked up tentatively to see Aizawa looking down at me with a smirk on his face.

"Ach sorry!" I untangled myself from him, "I was lost in thought."

"About what?" He seemed genuinely curious. Why the hell does he want to know? Am I that see-through??

"Ehhh nothing, nothing," I managed, chuckling nervously. Oh, he could definitely tell.

"Nothing, hm. That's not generally how thought processes go, but I'll take it." We had been standing in front of my door for a while now.

I cleared my throat, "Ahem, so I better head in. I need to shower before I hit the sack." Hit the sack, really???

"Ah yes, I suppose so. Well, goodnight, y/n." He made to walk away, but before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed him by the scarf and kissed him... yeah.

It was probably a few seconds, but it felt like forever. And suddenly, he was kissing me back. He tangled his fingers in my hair, pushing me against the hallway wall. His lips tasted exactly how I thought they would; sweet and salty and wonderful.

I slid my hand up his structured jaw until my arms were around his neck. His left hand slid around my waist, landing right under the hem of my shirt. I gasped; he took it as a sign to come up for air.

We stood there in that position for a few seconds, just staring at each other. It seemed that neither of us knew what to say.

"I-" I began.

"Shhhh," he shushed me, putting a finger over my lips. He kissed me again on the lips, pulling back to grin. I smiled back tentatively.

"D-do you wanna come in?" I gestured towards my dorm door.

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