Stolen Moments

                                    

                                          
Chapter 8: 
Aizawa leaned back in his chair, watching you with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"What do you mean be...late" 
"You didn't think I invited you into my office just for some silly work... did you?"
You ruffled a hand through your hair, giving him a puzzled look. "But... you said you needed help."
Aizawa's smirk widened. "Maybe I do. But there's something else you could help me with."
You sat across from him, still confused, but intrigued by the intensity in his gaze.
Before you could fully process his words, he stood up, closing the small distance between you, and leaned down to your eye level.
Aizawa: "y/n..."
Before you knew it, his lips met yours, soft yet purposeful. 
You hadn't expected it at all; he'd was just another teacher, a colleague. But the kiss held a surprising warmth, one that quickly erased any sense of professionalism between you.
Feeling a rush of boldness, you reached up, gripping the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. He responded instantly, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up.
Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you, pinning you gently against the wall.
You continued kissing Aizawa, as his hands explored your body, moving slowly from your waist upward. His thumb brushed against your warm skin, and you felt his hands trail from your waist to your stomach, then up to your chest and finally to your chin, tilting your face up.
He kissed you more deeply, his mouth pressing firmly against yours as his tongue slipped in, brushing against the roof of your mouth and sending a thrill through you. His grip on your waist tightened, holding you close as you both started to lose breath, but neither of you wanted to stop. 
Aizawa's touch was gentle yet firm, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin that left you breathless. Every caress, every kiss, sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed. The connection between you was electric, a magnetic pull that drew you closer with each passing second. Your hands found their way to his back and then to his face, pulling him closer.
You kissed him back, matching his intensity, your tongues moving in a rhythm that made everything else fade away.
Feeling daring, you tugged lightly on his scarf, running your fingers down the muscles of his abdomen, feeling his body tense with desire.
Just as he leaned in to kiss you again, a sudden knock on the door interrupted, bringing you both back to reality in an instant. 
"Aizawa we have to get to that meeting!" 
Present Mic was on his ass about that silly meeting. 
You were hungry for him but unfortunately had to let him go. 
He fixed his hair, his scarf 
"Well finish this later" he said crouching down to you. 
He grabbed his car keys and his wallet and was off.