Heavy Training – Aizawa x Fem!Reader | Lime |

Aizawa led a busy life. If he wasn’t teaching students, he was working as a pro-hero. And if he wasn’t doing either of those, he was sleeping in that unmistakable yellow sleeping bag. 

Very occasionally, he would swing by your training dojo, just down the road from UA, to keep his skills sharp. You two had known each other a long time now and along with the training, there seemed to be a bit of flirting going on now these days too.

Were you for it?

Hell yeah you were!

“Y/N, focus.” He snapped from across the gym mats to you. “If you’re going to help me keep my skills sharp, you need to be on your game, CONSTANTLY.” 

“Hmm?….” you hummed in question, your eyes shifting from his bare torso to his face. 

“My point exactly,” he said in his monotone voice, stepping back to wipe his brow with one arm.

Aizawa was in black sweat pants, shirt off, hair tied up with just his rope scarf around his neck and white strapping wrapped around his wrists and forearms to give him some protection while you two were sparring. 

As he had one arm raised, partially blocking his vision, you jumped at him, throwing a straight punch to his arm but before you could connect, his scarf was around your wrist and you had been yanked off centre and thrown flat on your back.

Rolling quickly, you coughed a few times from the initial impact then knelt back, catching your breath before standing up.

“You look good on your knees,” Aizawa quipped coyly, a very suggestive hint to his comment.

“At your feet?” You replied slyly as your eyes focused on his and you saw him smirk slightly. 

Are we making this a wager?” He suddenly said in a low voice. 

Your heart skipped 4 beats, then backed up and twerked on your ribcage.

Suddenly, Aizawa lunged at you so you jumped to you feet and got into a defensive stance. Unfortunately he was too fast and flicking his scarf off of his neck then wrapped it around one of your wrists as he stepped past and behind you then yanked that arm back, twisting it up behind your back and pressing it between your shoulder blades while immobilizing your other hand.

“Are you going easy on me? Or are you still not paying attention.” He asked in a raspy voice as his lips brushed the outer rim of your ear. 

Immediately, your heart rate spiked and blood rushed to your core, his sexually charged comment making you feel a little stronger than usual. 

You ducked and spun, pulling Aizawa off balance as you freed one arm and used it to push his upper half over as you kicked a leg out from underneath him, forcing him to crash heavily onto the mat, landing on his back.

“Ah!” He grunted as you quickly straddled him, locking his arms by his head.

“Is that better?” You asked with calm smugness.

He smirked.

“Yeah, much better, but I always thought I’d be on top.” 

“Well expect the unexpected,” you replied as you got off.

“Dont be so cocky,” Aizawa said as he grabbed your ankle and yanked on it, making you yelp as you toppled over.

Wanting to make a way to escape, you twisted your body and landed on hands and knees, hoping that you could use that angle to pull away from him but he had already jumped up and pressed his body into your back- knocking you forward and down onto the mats, face first. 

“I changed my mind,” he said, straddling your ass and leaning down to your ear again, “I think I like you face down.”

Pushing up on one hand, you rolled under him so that you were facing up, with your hands on his thighs.

“Mmmm, nah, I like being face up,” you replied, your eyes travelling down his body.

“You know I kept my shirt off for training, on purpose, right? It makes it easier for me to win.” Aizawa said with a wry smirk.

“Cheeky bastard.” You replied with a chuckle as you shifted under him a little. 

“Logical ruse.” Aizawa replied nonchalantly, “exploit the opponents weaknesses.” 

“Yeah well it worked because you’re fine as hell,” you said bluntly. 

“Compliment accepted.” Aizawa replied, his body suddenly lurching forwards as you crunched your legs up and hooked your knees around his shoulders then pulled him back, using the momentum of his backwards movement to swing your body up, over, and pin him down.

“Yeah, I like the view from here,” you said in a teasing tone, looking down at him under you.

“Dont get too comfortable up there,” he replied.

Aizawa quickly grabbed your lower half and twisted, slamming you down onto your back as he hovered over you.

“This feels so much better.” He said lowly as he smirked down at you, his chest dotted with swear as his sides heaved.

You wanted to tease him about how sweaty and puffed he looked but a rasping breath momentarily drew your attention.

“Who’s breathing like that? Oh frick! It’s me!” you thought.

Neither of you moved, now gazing into each other’s eyes as you caught your breath.

As you lay there, Aizawa glanced at your lips and you instinctively bit into your bottom lip, hoping he would make a move- it sure looked like he wanted to.

He hesitated, so you quickly reached up and grabbed his ponytail and yanked it sideways quickly to roll him off you.

In the blink of an eye the positions were switched and you were now on top, and very much in control.

“Always follow through with a move, Shouta,” you said in a low commanding voice as you leaned down over him and looked down at his lips then back to his face, “if your intent shows on your face, then act on it.”

He saw you look at his lips so as you leaned down to connect, he parted his and your lips interlocked with his.

It was a bit of a sudden connection, to be honest, it took both of you by surprise; but then you both very quickly gave in to it and his tongue slipped in against yours and it was on.

Stupidly, you had thought that because you were kissing, it meant that dueling had been suspended but that definitely wasn’t the case, as you suddenly found yourself on your back with Aizawa on top- still kissing you passionately.

You raked your fingers up into his sweaty hair and gripped, pulling his head back from yours so you could take a second to catch your breath.

“You cheeky bastard,” you panted, “you don’t even suspend the training session for a kiss.”

“I thought this training just leveled up?” he replied, “if you can’t kiss and train at the same time then you’re not very good.”

“Oh? Is that a challenge?” you replied indignantly.

“Not a challenge. It’s a statement. You need to get better at both,” he replied.

Naturally you took lowkey offense and kicked him off, jumping to your feet to spar with him.

The first few rounds you were pretty good, you kept light on your toes and kept him guessing but that damn scarf caught you unawares one time and suddenly you were wrapped in his binds and on your knees in front of him.

“Look up,” he commanded, pulling on the ropes.

You looked up with a scowl on our face and he smirked.

“I’m not kissing a face with that look on it.”

“Then it’s up to you to make the face not look like that,” you retorted.

“And how do you propose I do that?” he asked.

“Dinner,” you replied.

“I can do that,” he replied, crouching down and cupping your cheek in his hand before leaving in to kiss you, “and you fight and kiss well,” he added, “I only said that before to get your fighting spirits up.”

“Why do I trust you?” You pouted with embarrassment as he undid the binds and let you loose.

“Well it worked didn’t it?” he replied, “come on, let’s get dinner.”

“Who won though?” You asked, shaking the tie off.

“It was a tie.” He replied though, recalling his scarf and settling it around his bare shoulders, “we need a rematch tomorrow.”

~ END ~

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