When you woke up...
You weren't in the mission zone anymore.
You were wrapped in blankets.
In his bed.
Your limbs were weak, muscles sore. A dull ache buzzed beneath your skin.
A voice cut through the fog.
"You're awake."
You turned.
Aizawa sat beside you, jaw tight, eyes red, fingers locked in his hair.
"I lost it," he whispered. "When your beacon went dark—I lost it."
You swallowed. "I'm okay—"
"You're not. You almost didn't come back. You were unconscious. Cold. Blood on your neck."
He looked at you like he was breaking.
And then he did.
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He grabbed your face and kissed you hard—like he needed you to breathe.
His voice was low, dark, guttural.
"I need to fuck you."
You gasped.
"Shouta—"
"I need to feel you alive. Under me. Around me. Screaming for me."
He pinned you down to the bed, trembling.
"I want to ruin every inch of you," he growled. "So no one ever dares to come near you again."
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He kissed your throat, your collarbone, down your chest—biting your skin like he needed to mark you.
"You're mine."
His tongue circled your nipple, then his teeth grazed it—making you arch off the bed, moaning loudly.
Your hands fisted in his hair.
He shoved your legs apart and licked a slow, devastating stripe between your thighs.
"Say it," he hissed. "Who do you belong to?"
"You."
He spanked your inner thigh. "Louder."
"You!"
He groaned and buried his tongue in your pussy, devouring you like he hadn't eaten in days.
You screamed his name, coming hard in seconds—shaking, sobbing.
He didn't stop.
He liked you messy.
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Then he flipped you onto your stomach.
Yanked your hips up.
And slammed into you from behind with one deep, ruthless thrust.
You cried out—raw and aching.
"You feel that?" he grunted. "That's mine. All of it."
He fucked you hard—relentless, fast, gritting out curses as he bottomed out over and over, hips slapping against your ass.
You clawed the sheets.
"More," you gasped. "Harder."
He wrapped your hair around his fist and yanked your head back.
"Beg for it."
"Please—Shouta—fuck me—ruin me."
He growled.
And gave you exactly what you asked for.
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You came again, sobbing into the pillow as he kept going—slamming into you with primal fury until he finally spilled inside you, pulsing deep, breath shuddering.
But he didn't pull out.
Not for a long time.
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He rolled you onto your back, kissed your forehead, and whispered:
"I would've burned the world down if I lost you."
You cupped his face, tears in your eyes.
"You never will."
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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...
