𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ／ 𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕
[Ch 1 Bound/Rebound - Aizawa x 3rd person reader smutty fic. No name, no hair/eye/skin color for easy self-insert. Artist credit: Nakamu_405. Song / LYRICS / used in this chapter are Dead Yet by Gabriel Black and This is How I Learn to Say No by Emeline. They are 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 + v͓̽i͓̽b͓̽e͓̽s͓̽]
Aizawa Shota was startled out of his first deep sleep in *weeks.*
/ I'm just a dog chasing rabbits in the sky /
For the briefest of moments, he forgot he wasn't back in Uni rooming with Hizashi – that was years ago. So what the fuck was that music blasting through his wall? Wasn't the unit next door empty?
/ tied to your waist, I'm on a chain, I'll never fly /
Who the fuck moved in and was blaring bass-filled break up music in their UA staff living quarters?
/ is this all we do? smoke in your room at 2am? /
He dragged his hands up his face and into his hair, staring up at the ceiling with exasperation. What time was it? *Was* it 2am? No, no, more like 8pm – he crashed at 5 and sleep was precious.
/ it might be cool with you, but I'm not dead yet /
'Not dead yet?' He could change that.
Aizawa mussed his long wavy hair and rubbed the sleep from his tired eyes as he shuffled into his slippers. His gray sweatpants were rolled at the waistband and slung low on his hips, a ragged well-loved maroon sleep shirt inching up when he scratched at his stomach to show a defined cut of muscle etching a V into his skin. Not exactly the attire one wears to meet your new neighbor and co-worker, he thought as he stared at the offending door in the hall, but he wore little else when in civilian clothes.
Gentle knocking quickly gave way to impatient pounding until the door flung open, revealing a tousle-haired young woman. Her eyes were bright despite the smudged mascara beneath them, her defined jaw tilted up haughtily and full lips pouting. She was cradling a half-finished Stella Rosa like it was a precious child, drunk judging by the two empty bottles on her kitchenette counter.
"Listen lady, I'm sorry to bother you but I'm trying to sleep -" he didn't look sorry at all as he half-shouted over the music before her hand darted out, shoving the bottle of wine into his arms. Irritation flashed across his face for not anticipating the movement, and he looked downright cross when she dragged him through the threshold by the long sleeves of his shirt.
"Sleeping draught?" She spun on her heel after the door clicked behind him, tapping her chin thoughtfully as she looked between her unpacked boxes until she found the one she sought.
"What?" He set the bottle down onto the nearest surface - a coffee table - and perched on the edge of her couch so he could focus on following her movements, perturbed he had been caught off guard over how quick she was.
She cleared away three empty boxes of some American crap called 'Kraft mac and cheese' - is that what that big pot was? - and sat a crate down, pulling out a few glass decanters between tight rolls of bubble wrap. "You came for a sleeping draught?" After carefully considering either decanter in each hand, she shrugged to herself and poured a little of both into a small shot-glass sized container.
"I came to ask you to turn the music down," Aizawa's irritation was rapidly rising. She looked like a kid with a chemistry set, up until she held up the small glass and blew over the surface softly. It looked like a cold breath in winter, lazy tendrils of frigid air sweeping out before dissipating. He stiffened as pieces of a puzzle snapped together in his disgruntled and sleepy haze - she was the new UA doctor who could imbue her quirk's healing powers with basic alchemy. Did she go by Remedy as her pro name, or was it something else? He couldn't recall.
"That's not gonna happen." She gleefully denied his request before humming to the song she had on repeat, seeming grateful for the distraction.
"Want to try that answer again?" He asked deadpan, the muscle in his scruffy jaw ticking with annoyance. If she heard him, she made no note of it. He had to bury the strange thrill he got out of being ignored by some pretty brat, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger in frustration.
The glass looked frosted over when she put a cork stopper in it and set it down to fill a bowl with the contents of her cooking pot, giving Aizawa a chance to look around the apartment. The open door to her bedroom showed she had a dresser and bed frame but no mattress, and it appeared the only thing she had bothered to set up in terms of electronics were several speakers currently booming with sound. Just his luck.
He finally caught onto her quick movements before she was in front of him, his body instinctively tensing from the rapid approach. But she merely pressed a bowl of food and the chilly stoppered shot glass into his hands. "Eat. Can't take it on an empty stomach," her words were clipped, but not out of anger, simply trying to not slur her syllables together.
"If you'd just turn the music down..." he began before begrudgingly shoving a spoonful of mac and cheese into his mouth, questioning his sanity. Classes and patrolling nonstop for 5 days straight was clearly a strain on his exhaustion-addled brain.
"It's not even 9!" She snatched her wine off the coffee table to take another swig before dramatically plopping down onto the couch next to him. He side-eyed her while chewing, not appreciating the overly-familiar proximity...even if she managed to look gorgeous in a hoodie and shorts. "And you'll sleep through anything if you take that," she grinned at him from over the neck of the bottle before tipping it back again. "So, what's your name - wait, not here!"
He had popped the stopper off with his thumb and downed the shot before she scrambled up. The last thing he saw was her clutching his bowl with a scowl marring her perfect face before everything faded to black.
Her mattress wasn't even here yet, and unless she'd grown stronger since moving up all her own boxes there was no way she'd be able to haul him back to his room. She was fast, not powerful. And what a waste of her stupid, sentimental comfort food, barely touched! She sank back into the cushion beside him, glaring at the stranger passed out on her couch and taking bites from his bowl as if fueled by spite. The sofa was big enough, and she didn't really need the blanket, right? Her body always ran warm despite the healing chill her quirk inspired. She unzipped her hoodie and kicked her feet up onto her table, already feeling too hot. Just her luck.
/ you passed out on me, I guess I'll hit the lights /
Her breathing hitched as if fighting back a bitter, angry hiccuping cry with nothing left to distract her. But stubbornness kept any more tears from falling, even as she grabbed her phone to turn the music down to a gentle hum. Before long she had dozed off on the other side of the couch, clutching a throw pillow to her chest with a blanket kindly draped over the stranger opposite of her.
Hours later, Aizawa murmured unintelligibly in his sleep, shifting from the cool leather surface before finding something deliciously soft and warm. It gave off so much heat that his cheeks were pleasantly seared as he nestled in, breathing in some ambrosian scent he couldn't place in the fog of a deep slumber.
Too cold, ice cold! She whined in her sleep and squirmed before she finally roused, squeaking in surprise when she found her stranger face-planted in her lap, his long hair spilling over her thighs as he tried *nuzzling* into her shorts. She pressed her thighs together tightly and tried wriggling out from under him, his skin frigid against hers, accidentally kneeing him in the face as she went. "Sorry, sorry!" She hissed out when he grunted, but he appeared to still be dead-asleep even as his arms began coiling under her arched back.
He was impossibly strong despite being out cold, determined to stay warm and dragging her back to him until his cool cheek was pressed into her navel. She tried wrenching his arms away from her body but quickly gave up, sighing, blushing furiously, and figuring at least he wasn't still buried in her crotch. He was pleasantly cool against her anyways, sapping away all the excess warmth she gave off, and...well, he was kind of good-looking for a weirdo that goes to bed before 9, she thought to herself as she gazed down at his rugged face and sloping scar. She promised herself she'd wake up before him and slip away to save them both the embarrassment.
/ ain't no way to stop it, you've got me in your spell /
Aizawa's phone buzzing in his pocket made him stir. His lashes fluttered open for a moment, but everything was just a dry-eyed blur so he closed them again with a sigh, wondering why the faint song he could hear was so familiar. Like it had been burned into his mind a thousand times over. He groaned and buried his face into his pillow, it smelled so good - no, not his pillow. His eyes snapped open, everything coming into focus all at once as the buzzing of his cell turned into a loud ringtone drowning out the background music.
Aizawa's left arm was wrapped tight around her lovely waist, his face smothered into the cleavage of her pert breasts peeking out of an unlined t-shirt bra, the neckline of her tank top askew and tugged all the way down below his chin. A sweet aching moan fell from her lips as she began to shift beneath him, his morning-erect cock twitching at the sound. He found a pair of shorts clenched tightly in his right hand, a hoodie and blanket tangled together under his legs...Aizawa swallowed thickly and tried to ease up off her, but she was already whining and squirming over the sound of his phone, prompting him to silence it through the material of his pants.
His shirt was nudged up, the hard planes of his stomach pressed between her thighs with her long sleek legs curled just above his hips, their skin sticky with sweat as he peeled away from her. Aizawa's pocket began vibrating again as he leaned back, his hardened length tenting the front of his sweatpants as he ventured a glance down. Not everything was sticky from warmth, he realized, noting the front of her panties darkened and slick from the steady pressure and friction he had been unwittingly providing. But his phone began blaring before he could fully process everything.
"Sho?" Hizashi's confused voice was directly outside of her door, followed by tentative knocking, finally rousing her from sleep with a soft moan and stretch, freezing when her thighs squeezed around his sides.
Aizawa raised his hands in surrender as her eyes flashed open, "I didn't do anything," he preemptively hissed as her eyes darted to her shorts in his hand. He dropped them, suddenly finding himself stammering "I didn't...I don't even *know* how -"
"Shoooootaaaaaa, how did you even get in there?" Hizashi was tapping his foot on the bottom of the door and trying the handle, clearly thinking the unit was still vacant.
She snatched her fallen shorts and began righting her top, scooting out from under him with rapidly reddening cheeks. "I'd remember if you did," she tried to tease but sounded breathless as she sat up, glancing down at the rigid outline in his sweatpants that left little to the imagination.
"Tch, look, hold on," he scrambled up, tucking himself into the waistband of his pants and tugging his shirt hem down to cover himself.
"Is everything alriiiiight?" Hizashi lilted, sounding more amused than actually concerned now that he could make out two voices.
"Sorry, one second!" She got up and hopped on each leg to thread her feet back into her shorts, tugging them back on hastily before yanking her hoodie out from under his feet. She began pulling it on when she glanced back up at him, wincing at the sight of the swollen cheekbone opposite his scar, "oh shit, your face."
"What *about* my face?" He growled back, his voice gravelly with sleep, reaching up to touch where she stared and finding it tender.
"I might've kneed you in the face a little?" She caught her lower lip in her teeth, both embarrassed and trying to keep from laughing nervously as she zipped her hoodie up.
"How do you knee someone in the face 'a little?'" He seethed as quietly as possible, glaring at her as she hesitantly approached, seeming to blow a puff of air onto the tip of her forefinger. He reactively flinched when he caught her reaching to his face, but the dull ache ebbed away at the unnaturally cool touch of her fingertip, her expression turning into a self-satisfied smirk after healing away the welt.
"Who knee'd what now?" Hizashi was clearly pressing his ear to the door judging by how his voice sounded nearly flush with it.
She panicked and grabbed her phone, promptly turning up her music to conceal their voices. "You…you were trying to shove your face into my lap while you slept," the warmth in her cheeks kept steadily rising as she crept away from him and towards the door.
"REALLY?" Hizashi used his quirk to avoid being drowned out, his voice deafening over the din of her speakers, making her jump and turn the volume back down.
"What? Wait, wait!" Aizawa kept his voice low and held his hand out to stop her, but she opened the door so quickly that Hizashi nearly stumbled through from leaning against it.
"So sorry about that! I'm the new campus healer," she spoke hurriedly, sober enough to feel the mortification of this whole scenario. "I was just introducing myself to…" she squinted at the stranger in her new home, reaching up to rub away some of her smudged mascara.
"...Aizawa Shota," he barely breathed out the words, still reeling from the image she had so hap-hazardly put in his mind, his cheeks tinged pink at the thought of his face between her thighs. "Eraser Head," he added lamely, his eyes roving down her and affixing below her hips.
Hizashi looked between the two of them before eyeing the empty wine bottles and boxes of mac and cheese, his gaze then drifting to the blanket thrown over the couch, Aizawa's obviously disheveled state and the bedhead he could recognize from a mile away…his brows rose as high as they could go into the hairline of his long blonde hair, a bemused grin spreading across his face when he decided to just go along with it. "Right! I'm Yamada Hizashi, or Present Mic. Nice tune."
"Hah, thank you! Your friend hates it," she bit her lip again, looking at the state of her room and herself, "I hope you'll both let me reintroduce myself when I'm not a wreck. I'm unpacking and uh…working through some stuff," the song in the background was clearly on repeat and about dumping someone, she realized with a disconcerted flush.
/ you used to be my heaven, now you're just hell /
"It's growing on me," Aizawa muttered unexpectedly, rubbing the cheek she healed and staring at her lap intensely, seemingly oblivious to how they both looked at him.
"Okay. Well. I've really gotta clean up and finish unpacking," she opened the door wider and pointedly raised her brows at Aizawa, who had just begun *glaring* at her lap instead, lost in his head. "This is getting very awkward very quickly," she murmured weakly, tugging her hoodie down and averting her gaze.
"Say no more!" Hizashi reached in and grabbed a distracted Aizawa by the sleeve, effortlessly dragging him through the threshold like it was a well-practiced move from years of familiarity. "He's just a sleep-deprived wretch, it'll 'grow on you,'" he called over his shoulder before cackling at Aizawa's half-hearted struggling.
Huh. He'd be a great wingman for taking care of creeps at a bar when she's ready to go out again, she thought to herself in entertained bewilderment as she leaned out into the hall, grinning at the sight of Aizawa's feet scrabbling as he was dragged to his door.
Two hours in and Aizawa still couldn't focus on his work. Smudged mascara, disheveled clothes, messy hair, a little drunk...Even as a wreck she was devastatingly beautiful. He didn't have to know her to find her desirable, or to have a part of him wish he was still holding her, pressed into her, face buried - he dragged his hand down his face, exasperated with himself. But the vision of her laid out beneath him and partially clothed kept flashing into his mind. If not that, it was the small sounds she made as she woke, or the way she smelled so delectable. He couldn't even bear to put his clothes in the hamper this morning with how her scent clung to them. Aizawa hated to think what he might do with them later if left alone with these thoughts and mental images for too long.
Hizashi spun in his work chair flipping through a homework packet, the current of air wafting Aizawa's fragrant coffee over from the desk beside him. "Just one cup, eh?" He was grinning despite having yet to wrangle any details out of him regarding the night before. "Don't tell me you actually slept, Sho" he snickered, using his grading pen to strike a red line through a student's paragraph. Saturday mornings were for catching up on grading for the pair, but now he had something else to catch up on - did Aizawa develop a love life overnight? His expression kept flip-flopping between hot and cold, enamored and angry. Already caught in a lover's quarrel?
"Nothing happened," he growled out for the millionth time and blew over the surface of his mug, still glaring at the stack of papers that had accumulated on his desk with a week's worth of patrolling after school hours. It was true, though: 'nothing' happened, not really. Not on purpose. The vein at his temple throbbed. Did it really matter where his face was while he slept? It's not as if he tried burying himself between her thighs intentionally - he didn't even feel her knee him in the face, so he must have been knocked out. That had to excuse him from owing her any apology for the position they found themselves in upon waking... And wasn't this all technically her fault? That damned music, that damned sleeping draught. But *how* did he manage to take off her shorts? His eye twitched, fixated on the tangent playing out in his head.
Hizashi stopped mid-spin, needing a second for the world to still so he could focus his eyes on his friend's face. Still fuming, yep. He'd be halfway through his work already if he didn't keep staring off into space, alternating between looking pissed and reminiscent. What exactly could he be reminiscing about if 'nothing' happened? "Bet ya wished something happened," he partially hid his face behind the papers in his hand to obscure the way his grin widened. If Sho wasn't reminiscing, then he was definitely reliving a missed opportunity or ten. "Bet ya blew it, huh?" He saw Aizawa's jaw muscle tick as he gritted his teeth, making Hizashi's shoulders shake with not-so-silent laughter.
Aizawa's foot shot out from under his desk, kicking Hizashi's chair so it flew across the floor spinning out halfway across the room, his long blonde hair whipping with the motion. But Hizashi cackled atop it as if his reaction was all the confirmation that he needed, his eyes gleaming with excitement from behind black-framed glasses.
Aizawa groaned and tipped his head back in his chair, staring at the ceiling to avoid Hizashi's gaze. It was unlikely that last night or this morning would have gone the way Hizashi implied even if he was...smoother? More agreeable, charming? Whatever. That wasn't what he came there for, and she was a mess. "Can you just drop it already?" He had lost his patience and it showed in the tone of his voice.
Hizashi was still sniggering as he crouched in his chair, scooting it back towards his desk with his feet, but he relented - he was nearly done anyway, so Sho could brood in silence all he wanted shortly, he thought to himself.
/ fuck the apologies, done being sorry for wanting the things that I want /
/ I broke my back carrying baggage for strangers who only ever did me wrong /
Aizawa was pacing outside her door with a bottle of sake, determined to not lose his nerve. He didn't back down from things, and he had finally decided an apology was in order. She wasn't the only one who wanted a re-introduction – he needed to make working with her bearable, right? So his only memory of her couldn't be a soft perfect body beneath him, his face buried in her chest, how wet she was pressed into him…he groaned in frustration, willing the image away before his pants grew too tight. Nope, too late.
/ was it more appeasing when I was just pleasing? /
/ look good on my knees, sucks you're never gonna get me back again /
Another break up song? He rubbed the back of his neck, his hair tied into a low bun at the nape, a thought of her on her knees inspired by the lyrics interrupting his attempts to reel himself in.
/ when I got healthy, did that make you hate me? /
/ this is how I learn to say no…take your pretty words and go choke /
Quite the sentiment to have on repeat, he thought to himself glowering at her door, ignoring the undeserved wave of possessiveness that washed over him. Why did he care about her hurts? He wasn't going to pry, wasn't going to stick around, just offer her a gift and go. Aizawa recited those words over and over in his head as if chanting them made it true. But what kind of *royal* *fuck-up* of an *idiot* managed to break her heart?
The door swung open and she leveled him with a suspicious glare. "Why are you *stomping* around outside my door?" Her eyes flitted up and down, taking in the sight of him with a surprising amount of interest, failing to be subtle. Did he wear anything other than sweatpants? These ones were black and considerably looser, paired with a fitted white t-shirt and an unzipped black hoodie.
Stomping? He supposed his thoughts got unexpectedly heated... Aizawa just silently scowled at first, holding the bottle of sake and blatantly looking her up and down. Black leggings, a deep white v-neck shirt that accentuated the high swell of her breasts, a black hoodie - "We match," he murmured, having completely forgotten the well-practiced apology he had come up with hours ago.
She rested her head against the door, quirking a brow. "Almost. I'd pay to see you in leggings," she teased, obviously trying to fluster him further as she wordlessly appreciated his stubble and general scruff - she had to admit he was roguishly handsome.
"What? In leggings?" He balked, unable to resist looking at the attire in question, his gaze focusing on the enviable roll of her hips and the way her exquisite curves tapered flawlessly to her thighs – no. No, no, no. Has it just been that long since he was with someone, or was she genuinely this stunning? He pulled his hair out of its low bun to try to distract himself but found he still couldn't look away.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm used to a more rowdy bunch of coworkers," she laughed nervously, her thighs shifting under his intense gaze. "Is that for me?" Her hand darted out, automatically reaching for the sake he had half-way held up in offer.
He was decisively used to how rapidly she moved now, instinctually snatching her hand and pulling it up and away, his grip tight on her wrist. She wasn't too fast for him, he just needed time to adjust, he thought to himself as he eyed her secured limb with a mix of pleasure and satisfaction, the corner of his lips tugged into a smirk.
"Oh," she gasped, suddenly breathless, her hand twitching in his grip but not genuinely trying to pull away. The sensation was far too thrilling and enjoyable to do anything other than blush, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she eyed the way his fingertips indented into her skin.
His gaze drifted back, taking in her prettily blushing face, the way she worried her full bottom lip shyly, how she couldn't tear her eyes away from the way he held her wrist so firmly…the bottle of sake thudded to the floor harmlessly and rolled away into the hall, but he pushed her through the threshold into her apartment. Her waist was ensnared in his newly-free arm, his left hand still clamped down like a vise on her right wrist, her lovely curves flush to his hard planes of muscle…Aizawa's tongue swept across his lips, mouth suddenly dry as he tipped his head down to bring his face close to hers.
/ all of the butterflies turned into vicious lies, I'd rather be on my own /
"Do you want to be alone tonight?" He breathed the words out, his eyes narrowed and assessing, taking in everything about how she reacted to their sudden closeness. Eyes wide and fixed to his mouth, cheeks so red he could feel the heat rolling off her, the way her breathing quickened until she was nearly panting…she shook her head mutely, no.
"Was that a 'no,' doll?" He shut the door behind them with a tap of his foot, turning to press her back into it and pinning her hand above her head. Aizawa leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, the timbre of his voice unexpectedly assertive, "Say it."
Her breath caught in her throat, back arching to press herself into him greedily...forming words was suddenly a herculean effort. "No," she eventually uttered, her voice barely audible over the angsty music filling the room until she found the smallest thread of confidence to pull at and unravel. "Don't call me that," she averted her gaze, turning her head away from him as her cheeks deepened another shade.
Aizawa's quiet dark chuckle devolved into a rumble of approval deep in his chest, the sound and vibration drawing out a delighted whimper from her. "Doll face," he crooned into her ear, so mockingly sweet that it made her squirm. He canted his hips, letting her feel the hard press of his cock, putting more of his weight on her to trap her against the door. "Baby doll," his tone was wicked enough to match his grin. "I'll call you whatever I want," he underlined the statement by biting into her neck, the sensation both sharp with pain but pleasurable, making her cry out in surprise.
The arm around her waist shifted, his hand moving painstakingly-slow over her rear in silent reverence before finding her thigh, snatching it up to hook her leg at his side. He laved his tongue over the mark left on her skin before dragging it up to her jawline, pausing to press gentle, almost apologetic kisses along it.
/ this is how I learn to say no…take your pretty words and go choke /
"Do you want to forget for a little bit?" He stilled when he asked the question as if the words were heavy with meaning for him, an offer to help ease the hurt. Just a temporary relief, no? And it had been so long since he was with someone aroused by his inclination to dominate. The tip of his nose dragged across her cheek as he stopped to look up at her, but his face read as impassive, bored. He didn't want to appear too eager.
He wanted permission to take it further, she realized with another heady blush. It wouldn't be horrendously unprofessional if it only happened once, especially if they were discreet, right? She lied to herself, so desperate to feel anything other than bitter. Nodding wasn't going to be enough for him, so she managed to get the words out, "Please… yes." Some of her shyness ebbed away, making her meet his gaze with some semblance of self-assurance that this was exactly what she needed right now. To let someone take control.
"You won't remember his name when I'm done," He murmured against her skin, his eyes hooded with lazy arrogance, a smirk creeping across his lips. She suddenly mirrored his smugness with her own haughty glare, pointedly sweeping her eyes up and down him as if appraising whether or not he was capable, her propensity to be defiant becoming more and more apparent. A distinct thrill ran through him, his hand at her wrist tightening its grip, Aizawa meeting the challenge with a cocky tilt of his head. "Having second thoughts, darling?" He kept his voice level, so calm and collected even as he leaned in to barely brush his lips against hers. He refrained from kissing her, forcing her to close the gap if that was what she wanted.
That disobedient act of hers fell away in an instant, loath to risk a much-needed release. Her long dark lashes fluttered closed, lips pressing into his softly at first until he returned the kiss, spurring on her mouth moving desperately against his. His surprise over her fervor quickly turned into amusement, at first keeping his kisses torturously slow despite the needy nature of hers until her tongue was demanding gentle entry. He smiled into the kiss, pulling back just slightly to appreciatively murmur in that deep, tired voice, "So eager."
She parted her lips to protest, not interested in playing some long and drawn out game of teasing, but he seized it as an opportunity and kissed her again, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. He reveled in the sweet moan she gave, tasting it on her lips, drinking it in as he deepened the kiss as his hand released her wrist in favor of cradling the back of her head, his fingers tangling into her hair. Aizawa's body was nearly crushing her against the door, tipping her head back into his hand with the gradually building ferocity behind his lips, driven by her receptiveness in the way his mouth claimed her, the way her tongue entwined with his, the way her hands clawed and clutched at the back of his clothes trying to pull him closer when there was no space left between them.
/ I hold my breath, I can't hold it forever /
/ this is how I learn to say no /
He groaned in wordless praise as she sucked at his tongue, his lips chasing hers for more until they had to come up for air, licking and nipping at her as he pulled away so they could finally draw breath. Any reservations he had about his offer were cast aside in favor of chasing this high – he didn't care if it was foolish or if he'd regret crossing boundaries with a co-worker come morning. Aizawa was captivated by her, craving her, wanting to drag his tongue up and down every exquisite inch. "I'm going to taste you," his voice was low, almost callous with how matter-of-factly he said it even as his hand moved to cup her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek idly as he admired her face. No one had the right to be so devastatingly beautiful, he thought, glaring down at her through the halo of his dark hair falling between them.
The reddening of her cheeks renewed at his words and the intensity of his gaze, but she ignored the impulse to shrink back, closing her eyes and offering her mouth to him again in silent submission. He couldn't resist, stealing her breath when he dove down to steady her with another deep kiss. But he kept them gentle and coaxing this time, his restraint allowing him to ease her off the door and guide her to the couch between slow and sipping kisses.
Aizawa peeled off his hoodie as they moved, wrapping one arm around her waist and tugging at the waistband of her leggings with the other once they were standing between the couch and coffee table. He hissed an inhale through his teeth as he peered over the top of her head, admiring the sight of her perfectly rounded ass as it swallowed the fabric of her thong, perched above the bunched material of her leggings. She was clinging to his shirt, face pressed into his chest blushing furiously as he shifted to take greedy handfuls of each cheek, rolling the flesh between his fingers and grinning to himself at the sight. An amused breath huffed out of him as she buried her face into his shirt; clearly she was embarrassed by the way he groped her so lecherously. "What's wrong, doll? Shy?" He pressed his lips into her hair, his eyes never leaving the vision of her immaculate rear in his hands. Was every part of her going to be this lovely?
Her hands slid up his chest and over his shoulders to meet behind his neck, her glare half-hearted and full lips pursed into an almost-pout. "You're a pervert," she muttered, leaning into him as if that would put any distance between her ass and his grasp.
His breath was warm at the top of her head as he laughed, purposely grabbing at her more firmly, pulling her cheeks apart just so he could peek between until she squirmed. "Not usually, you're just very…enticing? Tempting? Mm, no, enthralling." His smile was devious, watching the shade of red on her cheeks deepen with each new word. "You're going to have to sit down if you want me to stop playing with it, sweetheart" he dug his fingers into her flesh with one hand, pulling her cheeks apart again while one hand drifted…she squeaked and wriggled away once his fingertips reached her crease, making him grin again. Maybe next time – would there be a next time?
/ was it more appeasing when I was just pleasing? /
/ look good on my knees, sucks you're never gonna get me back again /
Aizawa tilted his head, studying her curiously as she sat on the couch and scooted as far back into the cushions as she could go, avoiding his gaze and blushing prettily for him. It wasn't difficult to gauge the likelihood she'd let him in again; he had very good chances if how she bit her lip or the way her nipples were pebbled beneath her shirt in arousal were anything to go by. And he could be very convincing…he dropped to his knees in front of her, startling her out of whatever train of thought she was heading towards.
She drew her knees up to her chest, sinking into the couch to watch him skeptically, tendrils of doubt making her hesitate. His hands were already on the straps of her thong, pulling it down and rolling it out from under her until it was flush with her leggings around her knees, so ardently admiring the curve of her thighs and rear peeking out from behind her calves and feet and keen to catch a glimpse of her sex behind her drawn-up legs that she couldn't catch her breath. He glanced up at her from beneath his untidy bangs, catching that flicker of reluctance.
Aizawa leaned forward and rested his stubbled chin on top of her knees, his hands finding her hips. "Do you want me to stop?" He managed to look serenely indifferent, like he'd be utterly unbothered if asked to leave, but offering an impish smile to make clear he'd much rather stay. It eased the panic that she hadn't even realized was building, letting out a shuddering breath as she shook her head no.
The corners of his lips tipped into a smirk as he felt the tension leave her body, her legs relaxing below him, his gaze suddenly heated. "If you want me to stop, just tap me twice, wherever you can reach." He'd have to change the rules next time, he thought to himself, silently considering all the ways he might restrain her if granted permission. "If you only say no, I won't stop," his smirk became a wicked grin, making her feel like all the air had left her lungs again, but she nodded in assent.
She saw a flash of canine as he licked his lips, raising his chin from her knees and trying to peer around her legs again. When she didn't budge, he snatched the gathered waistband of her leggings and yanked them the rest of the way off, his hands prying her thighs apart the moment they were discarded. She whimpered and tried to squirm away but he held fast, his eyes sweeping lasciviously at the apex of her thighs.
He let out an unabashed groan at the sight of her, blatantly admiring her already-glistening sex, her slit and the hood of her clit peeking out, her small patch of curls at the very top. But she was shifting restlessly beneath him, trying to press her thighs together, blushing heavily once again. "You don't want me to see, baby girl?" One of his hands slid down her thigh, his thumb nudging her folds aside as he looked on hungrily. "But it's so pretty," he murmured before looking back up at her, his eyes half-lidded with lust, tongue darting out over his lips again.
Aizawa waited until she was about to retort back before slipping between her thighs to deliver a long, languid lick going all the way to her sensitive bud, making her gasp and writhe beneath him. "Sweet and pretty," he amended fiendishly, his warm breath tickling her thigh before he leaned in to latch onto her desire-swollen bud, flicking his tongue over it in her mouth until she cried out.
Her hands dove down into his hair, conflicted on whether it was to push him away or urge him on. His gaze was so intent on her face, studying her, learning her with every lash of his tongue, wanting to know what each touch elicited from her – she had to tip her head back and close her eyes, too shy to watch him stare back.
He released her clit and shifted down, dipping his tongue into her before smothering himself into her folds until her thighs tried to close around his face. His rumbling laughter vibrated his full tongue as it swept into her over and over, the tip of his nose grazing that bundle of nerves relentlessly as he moved. Aizawa's scruff prickled the skin of her inner thighs as her hands betrayed her, trying to pull him closer, demanding more strong deep strokes of his tongue despite the way she whimpered and panted 'no' again and again.
When he withdrew his hot silken appendage from her she whined indignantly, her fingers in his hair scrabbling trying to pull him back into her, feeling suddenly bereft without the fullness of his impossibly long tongue. He chuckled darkly, prompting her to open her eyes if only to glare down at him – but he met her steely gaze with his satisfied black eyes as he pressed two fingers in to give her core something to grasp onto. "I think I'll make this mine," he sounded utterly depraved, lolling his tongue out shamelessly before diving back down.
Aizawa narrowed the tip of his tongue to a hard point and began circling it around her clit mercilessly, delivering that sensation in tandem with the way his fingers began pumping and curling into her, searching for the spot he knew would make her keen for him. Her hips bucked to meet him when he found it, using his fingertips to press and raze into the tangle of nerves inside her while his tongue worked her over ceaselessly.
He watched her through his lashes with half-lidded eyes feeling her body become taut with the initial flush of climax, determined to watch her fall apart for him. She quickly became a panting and quivering mess, surges of pleasure rippling as she finally unraveled, her core clenching and unclenching around his fingers so deliciously as she found her release. Even then he would not let up, his fingers continuing to plunge into her and tongue lashing through every last wave of reprieve… She felt an unfamiliar wet heat when she cried out for a second time, soaking his fingers and spilling down his palm and wrist.
His gaze devoured her through every tremor until they tapered away, and when she finally looked down at him again in the dim light of her nearly-empty apartment she could only make out his narrowed, gleaming eyes and feral grin behind the shadows cast by his long dark hair. When he pulled back and tipped his head up, arrogance was clearly etched into his features. "That good, huh, doll?" Aizawa brought up his hand to lick away every glistening trace of her, reveling in the way she blushed intensely at the sight.
"I've never…" She trailed off, eyes wide, trying to press her thighs together and sink further into the couch to hide.
"I said I'd make it mine," he murmured, prying her thighs apart roughly when she closed them. "And you're not allowed to deny me what's mine," he dove back down to lap at her core, insatiable and wanting to wick away every last drop, worshiping at the altar of her hips. She writhed on his tongue until he was sated, gasping and keening and trying to pull away but finding his tongue chasing her at every sway of her hips.
His nose nudging into her clit as he swept his tongue into her was too much to take, so overstimulated that she felt like she was coming apart, crumbling as he licked into her even at a delectably drowsy pace. She tapped out when it became borderline painful; just two fingertips rapping at the hand on her thigh was enough to make him withdraw, a lazy smile on his glistening lips and chin as he peered up at her from between her legs.
"My turn, baby doll," he grabbed her thighs to swing her legs over, moving with her so he was sitting between them on the cushion, her back flat on the couch. Aizawa pulled the waistband of his sweatpants down until they slung below his hips, his fat cock standing tall and proud over his heavy bollocks with pearly white beads of anticipation dripping from the tip. He couldn't help but grin at the worry that flashed over her face when looking at the sheer size of him. "Don't worry, doll, you're just going to watch. And I'm going to look…" He trailed off, watching her face for any sign of reservation but found none – only pink-tinged cheeks and hungry eyes.
His left hand snatched her shirt and yanked it up to reveal the unlined bra stretched across her chest, her nipples hardened to aching peaks beneath. He brought the hem to her mouth, prompting her to bite down to keep the shirt drawn up while he tugged the material of her bra down, baring her pert and perfect breasts to him. Aizawa's right hand curled around his shaft and began rhythmically pumping, eyes roving from her tits down her navel and back between her thighs where she was still exposed to him, trying to sear the image into his mind lest he never saw her so on-display this way again.
It felt positively lewd but she couldn't look away, finding such a thrill in being ogled and used by him, watching him arched over her, looming... Her eyes flitted between the way he manipulated his length in his hand and his face, seeing him so focused on admiring her body with his concentration appearing almost reverent, his grin falling away until his lips were just barely parted.
His breathing became ragged, hand twisting and squeezing its way up and down his length, dragging precum down from his fat cockhead with every swipe until the movement was smooth and slick. She was so engrossed in the sight that she hadn't noticed his left hand rising to pull the shirt from between her teeth, the pad of his thumb tracing her lower lip then dragging it down before he slipped the digit into her mouth while he leered, eager, wanting. A groan escaped him when she closed her lips around it, her mouth wet and hot, suckling softly and swiping her tongue beneath it at a leisurely pace.
"Good girl," he ground out the words through gritted teeth as she sucked, his muscles starting to stiffen, getting so close. It was as if he couldn't decide where to stare to find his completion, every bit of her so lovely and laid out for him as he stroked himself wretchedly over her. His eyes found her face again, still blushing so prettily for him, her full lips wrapped around his thumb, her mouth feeling so divine – his hips canted forward as he came undone, thick white seed surging from his tip and coating his right hand with every twitch as he groaned low and loud.
His left hand pulled back to clutch the arm rest above her head, allowing him to bow his body over hers. Aizawa's hair fell into his face and hung between them, making him look almost unhinged when he hovered above her with his bristly stubble and impervious smile as he brought his right hand to her lips. "Now clean up the mess you made," he said in a heated whisper, so menacing and wicked it made her heart stutter with fear and excitement.
Her tongue peeked out, soft and pink and warm as it obediently lapped away his leavings, not even wincing at the salty taste of him. His eyes narrowed at the sight of her sweet little tongue, head cocking to the side with an amused smile, "that's right, kitten, every drop." Her cheeks darkened another shade of red at his words but she persisted, licking and sucking at every bit of his hand until all the evidence of his pleasure was swallowed. "Are you always so quiet?" he murmured, stroking his newly-cleaned thumb along her cheek as he revered her face.
"I'm not used to being talked to that way," she couldn't help the way her lashes fluttered closed, leaning into the touch of his hand, making him rumble in approval. Already so receptive to him, and so easy to rile up or tease… The hand cupping her face tipped her head up, his lips finding hers, tongue sweeping into her mouth when it parted to gasp.
Aizawa's tongue continued exploring as he righted their clothes before settling his body over hers gingerly, careful to not crush her but somehow keeping the seal of their lips as he moved. He only broke the kiss to pull down the blanket draped over the back of the couch and edge himself down, nestling his chin into her cleavage and gazing up at her with that maddeningly bored, impassive look.
She squirmed beneath him, the shadow of his facial hair prickling against her skin. "Aren't you going to go back to your apartment?" She eyed him skeptically as he settled in, their position distinctly similar to the one they found themselves in this morning.
"Mm, no, I don't think I want to," his voice was muffled as he buried his face in deeper, the scar under his eye just barely peeking out – she could feel him hiding a grin between her breasts, entertained by the poorly concealed confusion evident on her face.
/ and now, I'm never losing sleep, I'm over it /
She reached for her phone, turning down the music until it was just white noise in the background. How did she manage to jump into a rebound so quickly? And with a coworker, no less, when her first day wasn't until Monday? She bit at her lower lip in thought, averting her gaze from him but slipping her arms to entwine behind his neck nonetheless. It's not as if waking up to him was unpleasant…she could grant herself that little indulgence, couldn't she? To just not wake up alone.
"Always biting your lip, doll. You think too much," he somehow managed to still sound gruff with his voice stifled by her chest, his eyes barely open, already heavy with sleep. She was so warm – he never realized how cold he felt until he was pressed against her, leeching away her heat.
She huffed a breath, somewhere between bemused and irritated, "I have a lot to think about." But his eyes were already closed when she glanced down at him. It stung a little to remind herself this wasn't 'real,' just a way to catch her breath after a marathon of hurt and emotions. Cathartic for her and simply convenient for him, surely. One of her hands moved to the back of his head, her thumb stroking his hair idly as her lashes fluttered closed, letting out a contented sigh.
Aizawa peeked up at her when he heard the sound, regarding her with deep infatuation and watching her face ardently until her breaths became even and soft in slumber. He could easily see himself getting caught up in being whatever she needed him to be, even if it was to his detriment in the end.
[This author has a praise kink, so leave a comment below! I'll be rotating between updating this fic, the AU Endeavor fic, and the Villain All Might fic.
Bound/Rebound is my tiktok (LilithTheReader) crowd-sourced fic where my followers voted for the main love interest, suggested the quirk, and picked the pet names. It's basically a writing exercise for me where I hope readers can feel involved with where the story goes. Please follow me on tiktok to provide your input when I give folks the chance to choose what happens next!
I'd really like to keep using lyrics in the fic going forward! I hope you might consider giving the songs a listen (they're mentioned in the foreword). Music inspires everything I write so I thought it'd be fun to incorporate the specific song I used to write a chapter.]