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A little bokuto blurb i made out of pure bordem

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The rink was quiet, except for the soft scrape of your skates carving patterns into the ice. You spun once, twice, then landed clean—heart pounding, adrenaline humming. From the stands, a loud “YEAH, THAT’S MY GIRL!” echoed like a cannon blast, followed by rapid clapping and a very enthusiastic wolf whistle.

You skidded to a stop and looked up. There he was—Bokuto Koutarou, perched on the edge of the barrier like an overexcited golden retriever in a varsity jacket, his black and white hair slightly mussed from running all the way to the rink.

“I’ve literally never seen anything cooler in my life,” he said, eyes sparkling. “You just—whoosh!—and then—bam! You’re amazing, babe.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks flushed but smiling. “You said that last time.”

“And I meant it every time.”

He hopped down and met you at the edge of the ice, holding out your favorite post-practice drink with one hand, the other sneaking around your waist.

“Okay, now your turn to be impressed. I made a new playlist for your next routine. It’s chaotic, dramatic, possibly cursed—just like us.”

You snorted. “Does it have that creepy violin dubstep remix you found at 2 a.m.?”

“Obviously. It’s the vibe.”

You leaned into him, forehead resting on his chest, his heartbeat racing like yours. He didn’t care that you had ADD and forgot your water bottle again. Or that you couldn’t focus in loud places. Or that you had a dark aesthetic one day and glitter on your eyelids the next. To him, you were all of it—bright, dark, loud, quiet—and he loved every part.

“I’m your biggest fan,” he whispered. “No matter what.”

And somehow, in the noise of the world, he always made you feel like the main character.

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So you are basically a figure skater whos a lil bit emo!! 🖤 just to help me with this i based it off of me and some of my friends!!

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My writing game has been off- so i tried to write some aizawa x UA teacher! Reader smut, its smut but its cute at the same time? Im thinking of writing for

Present mic, edgeshot, fatgum, sir nighteye and maybe others

What we think?!

MINORS DNI

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Title: “Empty Office Hours”

Pairing: Aizawa Shouta x Teacher!Reader

Rating: NSFW (18+)

Tags: Fluff & Smut, Office Sex, Tension Release, Soft Dom!Aizawa, Praise, Light Hair Pulling, Creampie, Aftercare

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You were just trying to grade papers. Really. That was your story and you were sticking to it.

But it was hard to focus with him in the room.

Aizawa Shouta leaned against the doorframe of the empty faculty office, arms crossed over his chest, tired eyes fixed on you like he’d already read your mind and wasn’t impressed with what he saw. He said nothing at first, only watching. Like always. That unreadable, simmering look of his that made your throat tighten.

“Need help?” he asked finally, his voice a gravel-soft whisper.

You looked up slowly from your papers, your pen frozen mid-word. “Only if you’re good at grading essays on hero ethics.”

“I’m better at watching people squirm when they’ve been pretending they don’t want something.”

Your breath hitched—barely—but he caught it. Of course he did.

“I don’t know what you mean, Aizawa,” you said, setting your pen down with a forced calm. “I’m just doing my job.”

“You’re also looking at me like you want to do something else.”

You tried to bite back the flush spreading across your cheeks, but it was too late. He was already moving—slow, deliberate steps as he closed the door behind him with a soft click. Your heart jumped. That little sound felt dangerous.

He crossed the room and leaned over your desk, bracing himself on either side of your chair. His scent—coffee and clean laundry and something just him—wrapped around you like a noose.

“You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me in meetings?” he murmured. “How your eyes drop to my hands when I talk. How you shift in your seat like you can’t get comfortable. Like you’re trying to squeeze your thighs together without anyone noticing.”

Your breath left you in a shaky exhale. “Maybe I was hoping you’d notice.”

His eyes darkened. “Careful. I might just act on that.”

You smiled—nervous, but full of something more. “Is that a promise?”

He kissed you before you could finish that grin.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss—not at first. It was all teeth and tension, weeks of stolen glances and bitten tongues spilling out in the way his hands gripped your waist, pulling you up from your chair and into his arms like he’d been holding back for way too long. You gasped against his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck as he guided you back until your hips hit the edge of the desk.

“Up,” he said, breath hot against your ear. “Desk. Now.”

You obeyed, gasping again as the cold surface met the back of your thighs. He stepped between your legs, lips trailing down your throat, hands pushing under your shirt with practiced hunger but surprising tenderness.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he muttered into your skin. “Every damn day.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair. “Then do something about it, Shouta.”

That name on your tongue made him groan, deep in his chest. One hand fumbled with your pants while the other cupped the back of your neck, tilting your head to kiss you again—softer this time. Sweeter. Like even in his hunger, he wanted you to know you were wanted. Needed.

The stretch of him inside you pulled a gasp from your lips. Your hands gripped his shoulders, anchoring yourself as he began to move—slow, deliberate thrusts that made your toes curl. He kissed your cheek, your jaw, whispered your name like a prayer.

“Feel that?” he breathed. “That’s what you do to me. Every time you smile at someone else. Every time you act like this isn’t what we both want.”

Your moan answered him.

He rocked into you, pace building, one hand fisting in your hair to pull your mouth back to his. Your kiss was messy now—needy, desperate. You broke apart only to gasp his name as your legs shook around his hips.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

And you did—shuddering in his arms as he held you through it, still moving, chasing his own release until he came with a low groan into your neck, arms wrapped tight around you like he never wanted to let go.

The office was quiet afterward—just the sound of both your breathing and the rustle of clothes as he pulled your shirt down and brushed your hair out of your face. Then, gently, he kissed your forehead.

“You okay?” he asked softly, brushing a thumb over your cheek.

You smiled, dreamy and dazed. “More than okay.”

He smirked, finally—just a hint. “Good. I don’t think we’ll get any work done the rest of the day.”

“Guess we’ll have to schedule another… staff meeting.”

His chuckle was low and warm against your skin.

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