Intense smut warning
You broke into his apartment that night.
Technically, you used the key he'd hidden behind the light fixture outside the door, but it felt like breaking in.
He was sitting in the dark on the edge of his bed, shirtless, elbows on his knees, hair wild.
"You shouldn't be here," he said quietly.
You walked straight to him.
"I don't care."
He looked up, and your heart broke all over again. He looked exhausted. Hollow. Haunted.
"They're going to fire me."
"Then let them."
"They're going to call you a victim."
You stepped between his knees, cupped his face.
"Then let me be a willing one."
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He kissed you like he was dying.
No teasing. No slow build. Just raw need.
You straddled him, tore your shirt over your head, guided his mouth to your chest. He sucked your nipple into his mouth like he needed to devour you, biting just enough to make you moan.
You rocked against him, already soaked through your panties.
"You're shaking," he rasped against your skin.
"You make me insane," you whispered, sliding your hand down to his sweatpants.
He hissed as you freed him, thick and hard in your palm. He caught your wrist.
"I need you to say it."
"Say what?"
"That you want me. Like this."
You looked him dead in the eye.
"I need you."
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He flipped you onto your back in one motion, yanked your panties off, and buried his face between your legs.
You cried out, hips lifting as his tongue licked slow, lazy circles around your clit before plunging into you.
You writhed beneath him. "Fuck—Sensei—please—"
His voice vibrated against your core. "Not your teacher tonight."
"Then what are you?"
He looked up, lips wet. "Yours."
Then he drove two fingers deep inside you and made you scream.
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When he finally fucked you, it was brutal.
He pinned your wrists to the bed, thrusting hard and deep, eyes locked to yours.
"You're mine," he growled. "They can't take you."
"I'm yours," you gasped. "Even if they do."
He cursed, pounding into you, hand gripping your throat—not tight, just enough to ground you.
"Say it again."
"I'm yours."
"Louder."
"I'm fucking yours!"
You came hard, convulsing around him, moaning his name over and over. He groaned, spilling deep inside you, hips grinding against yours like he didn't want to let go.
You collapsed together, soaked in sweat and breathless.
He held you tight.
"I'll beg if I have to," he whispered.
"You don't need to."
"I'll give up everything."
You kissed his chest, heart breaking.
"I already did."
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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...
