Unspoken Bonds | S. Aizawa x Reader

xx. Girl Talk with Ragdoll

Aizawa's alarm went off the next morning, but rather than getting up, he turned it off and placed his arm right back around [L/n].

"We need to get ready for camp, Shouta." [L/n] spoke up, partially sitting up, only for Aizawa to pull her back down with him.

"No."

"No?"

"No. You're staying right here." There was a slight demanding tone in his voice, one that caused the woman to raise an eyebrow, though she knew he couldn't see her face.

"And if I don't stay right here?" She challenged, feeling his body shift ever so slightly.

"You will." Aizawa stated gruffly.

[L/n] took that as a challenge and rolled out of his grasp and sat up, though her freedom was very short lived.

Sitting straight up, Aizawa gripped both of her shoulders and pulled her down, moving so that he was pinning her to his bed, gliding his hands to her wrists and holding them above her head.

"Like I said, you will." He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"You know what I think, Shouta?" [L/n] proposed, looking at the man with the slightest smirk on her face.

He didn't say anything, he merely raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

"I think, you like being in control."

"And if I do?"

"I like it."

A smirk rose on his own face as he dipped down, placing his lips against hers, their bodies melting together. Early morning or not, they were about to spend a week doing nothing but training the students, so they were going to get every second together they could.

The male pulled away, knowing that they did need to get ready, but now it was [L/n] who wasn't quite done.

"Maybe just a little more." Aizawa wasted no time as their lips connected again, gliding his hands from holding her wrists down to her sides, sliding them under her shirt as he began to gently rub her skin.

"Just a little more?" He asked pulling away, his fingers still grazing her sides, giving her goosebumps.

"Okay, a lot more." The two melted together, their lips moving in that perfect synchronization that you only see in movies and read about in books. Her hands would entangle themselves intricately in his hair, his hands delicately roaming her sides.

[L/n] used her grip on his hair to pull him back ever so slightly. "Shouta, you'll be late."

"And you really think my students will mind?"

"Good point." And so they proceeded. They went at it for a little while, their lips staying connected, bodies pressed, and hands roaming anywhere and everywhere.

"We're horrible, Shouta, I hope you know that." She breathed, exhausted.

"I'd like to think we're everything but horrible." She could hear the smirk in his voice and let out a laugh.

"Of course you'd think that." The two teachers and heroes finally got up and out of bed and went to shower- together, but only to save time of course.

Mornings like this, are how every morning should be.

Aizawa made it to UA, and the students of Class 1-A flipped.

"Aizawa Sensei, you are late! You are never late! Are you okay, we were all beginning to worry about you!" Iida proclaimed, his arm moving faster than Usain Bolt.