You show up to UA high at 7:30 am and you report to the front office. School doesn't start until 8 am for students but all teachers show up from 7:25-7:35 am to prepare for classes. When you get to the front office they give you the room you need to go to and the teacher you will report to you got it on a paper it kinda reminds you of when you attended school and got your schedule on the first day. You get to class 1-A as the paper says, the door is open so you walk in.
There is no one there so you turn around to leave. You Look down at your paper to see what your day looks like when you run into someone. You look up, there he is, towering over you.
You gasp sharply, you notice how defined his muscles are and look at them longer than you probably should before making eye contact. You gaze into his deep black eyes as if a switch had flipped. You start to feel inferior but you find yourself thinking dirty things you know you shouldn't be thinking, especially on your first day! Snap out of it you think to yourself. You decide it's best if you say something before things get weird.
"Your eyes," you pause for a moment " they are very . . . . captivating." you say with a breathy voice.
Your mind is still racing with one thought on repeat, "You are trying to get a job not railed!" As you attempt to calm yourself down you look back up at the man towering over you and you begin to introduce yourself. "Hi I'm" you were cut off. The man that was once towering over you is now leaning right next to you, with his chest mere centimeters away from your own. You can feel his warm breath on your neck, noticing how long calm breaths he took. Shuttering as the thoughts flood back you gasp as if all the air has left your lungs and you are struggling to fill them again.
It was like he was trying to turn you on, in a low growled voice he whispered in your ear "I know who you are Y/N," he took a long, measured, calm breath with absolutely no intent of moving anytime soon. "Kitten." he says with a bit of sharpness and assertiveness behind his words.
Finally as if nothing happened he takes another breath, shorter this time, and lifts his head and gently pushes past you. He goes and sits at his desk as you stand in the doorway in shock, unable to move as your mind continues to race with all the dirty thoughts you tried so desperately to get rid of. This man just met you and called you KITTEN?!?!
As if he is reading your mind and just doesn't care he says "why don't you come in kitten" he is reading a book yet somehow he knows.
The Art of Racing in The Rain? That does NOT sound like something he would read. As a matter of fact he doesn't strike you as someone who would read at all.
"It's your first day." he glares at you as you turn around. "We don't want your first impression on the students to be a flustered mess now do we." You snap out of it and your bratty side automatically comes out as if you have absolutely no control over it. "Well I sure as hell do not see any students." you look around for a second as if looking for something "Do you?" you question. As you said it you knew you fucked up.
He looks up at you and scoffs, not like any normal scoff no one with what seemed to be annoyed or even offended "Why don't you come over here so we can . . . talk?" you knew you should comply but you hesitate as you know what you probably won't be "talking". As you walk over he introduces himself.
"By the way I'm Shota, Shota Aizawa. But you don't have permission to call me that, you haven't earned the privilege yet. To you it is sir nothing else is acceptable." he says this with passion behind his words and in a way it was attractive but also frightened you. You hesitantly walk towards his desk.
As you go to sit down he meets your gaze causing you to stop. His gaze was assertive, "I do recall you complimenting my eyes. If you don't mind me saying," he pauses for a moment "your eyes are quite mysterious and dare I say quite seductive in a timid way that is." He stands up slowly and corners you into the wall. He slowly looks you up and down, seemingly admiring your body, Taking in every inch of you. He places his hand on the wall dangerously close to your head using the wall as support as he inches closer to you. He continues to hold your gaze and starts to run his finger up your thigh. His touch is so light it's barely even there, yet it still very much affects you.
You made a hesitant move and decided to say something "What if ..... shit.... What if a student walks in?" you whisper with a gasp as you say this and he takes note of that, "wow, I've barely touched and you're already a stuttering mess for me." he whispers ignoring your question and continues to move his hand slowly up your thigh. Your breathing is becoming choppy, your chest rapidly moving up and down. You realized that you had worn a skirt which made it that much easier for him to drive you crazy. His hand continues its long journey up your thigh and under your skirt. You start to wonder if this teasing will ever end. His hand stops at your panties. He lightly plays with the seam of them whilst still holding your gaze. You had worn your nice lacy panties today because you needed a confidence boost. He chuckles lightly to himself and while keeping eye contact in a low voice "hmm, we barely know each other and you're already dripping for me." Knowing exactly what he was doing to you.
EXACTLY WE BARELY KNOW EACH OTHER SO WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!!! You think to yourself, although you're not complaining because you are enjoying it. You hate to admit it but you are.
He pulls away and says "you're a mess, bathrooms down the hall to the left. Go clean yourself up why don't ya. Be quick, class is about to start. You wouldn't want to be late on your first day would you?" He turns around and sits down. He begins to read again as you walk out of the classroom towards the bathroom.
YOU ARE READING
Mine (AizawaXReader)
Fanfictionyou get a new job at UA high. you have to shadow a teacher before you begin running your own class. But the relationship with the person you are assigned to shadow becomes more than just coworkers.
