You showed up late. On purpose.
He was already pacing when you entered—shirtless, hair tied back, eyes dark.
He didn't speak.
You didn't either.
Instead, you walked to him, grabbed his face, and kissed him like you were angry.
Because you were.
He pushed back—harder. Rougher.
Hands on your hips. Teeth in your neck. No gentleness. Just heat and punishment and desperation.
He bent you over the back of the couch, tore your leggings halfway down, and fucked you like you were a problem he couldn't solve.
No words.
Just skin and sound and motion.
You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood.
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Afterward, you lay curled on the carpet, body sore, heart aching.
He didn't touch you.
Didn't hold you.
You stared at the ceiling, voice hoarse. "Do you regret me?"
He was silent.
Your chest caved in.
"Because if I'm just a warm body to you—tell me now. I can take it."
He turned to face you, eyes bloodshot.
"I don't regret you." His voice cracked. "I regret the world we're in. I regret that you're mine when I'm not allowed to have you."
You rolled over, face in your arms.
"And I hate that loving you feels like a crime," he finished.
You didn't say anything else.
You just crawled across the space between you.
And you held him.
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Shadows between the lines (Aizawa X student reader
FanfictionYou were just another student at U.A.-until he looked at you differently. Eraserhead was supposed to be off-limits, but late nights, stolen glances, and shared secrets made that impossible. The tension is electric, the rules are strict, and the desi...
