Bound Rebound - Aizawa x 3rd person reader

by LilithTheGardener

Bound / Rebound: Aizawa x 3rd person reader smutty fic. No name, no hair/eye/skin color for easy self-insert. Artist credit: @Nakamu 405. - "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.

2. Chapter 2

𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 ／ 𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕

[Ch 2 Bound/Rebound - Aizawa x 3rd person reader smutty fanfic. No name (except hero name), no hair/eye/skin color for easy self-insert. Tiktok followers chose the ex and pet names for this chapter! Brat taming, praise kink, consensual kink, dub-con, angsty smut with added fluff. 3 rounds of smut and lots of plot at the end. EDM / Song LYRICS / used in this chapter are Kasbo - Over You, Dabin - Alive, Aviva - Blackout, and Stileto & Silent Child - Super Villain. They are 𝖇𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 + v͓̽i͓̽b͓̽e͓̽s͓̽]

Aizawa's body moved with hers in his sleep, unconsciously aware of every shift in her form so he could meet her, chase her, envelope her, in tune with her at a level that was disquieting given their paltry number of interactions. He had only awoken once in the night to find her trying to wrestle her way out of the sleeves of her hoodie mid-slumber – did she always disrobe as she slept? But he relished being able to help her even in his tired haze, turning every assisting tug and touch into a caress, unable to help the way his skin sought out contact with hers. Her sweet whimpers and whines urged him on, seeming to find relief in the chill of his body the same way he craved her warmth, ending with him dragging her body to lay atop his to ensure every bit of possible taction was fully taken advantage of. He had fallen back asleep holding her, managing to never fully wake her through the maneuver. But now it was mid-morning and she was still on top of him, nuzzling her cheek just below his collarbone like he was the cool side of a pillow.

Everything about her was magnetic, the need for her nearness taking over his every other sense, inexplicably drawn to her. The fact he knew nothing about her made it all-the-more maddening – was it her ineffable beauty, her perfect body, that he couldn't remember the last time he was with a woman? Maybe all three together made for a potent combination. Even half asleep he wanted to be crashing into her, wrapped wholly around her, sapping away her heat and devouring her sweet sounds with his mouth. Soon his lips were working their way feverishly up her jawline to rouse her, hands stroking her rear and thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh as they raked along her, unable to hold back the need that had built in him. It was clearly demonstrated in the way his cock was rigidly jutting against her navel and the groan he stifled into the crook of her neck as she stirred against him, every little movement eliciting an answer from his body as if she was calling to him like a fucking siren.

Aizawa held back the snarl that threatened to tear its way from his throat when she sleepily sat up, leaving him with nothing for his lips to move over and just her rear upon his lap as contact, save for the way her hands pressed into his chest to keep herself propped up. He had to reel in that possessive tidal wave before he drowned in it, settling for the impassive smile he coached onto his face.

She tilted her head to the side, looking him over carefully between long lazy blinks, still not entirely awake. His hair was tousled with sleep but suited him perfectly, his stubble darker and longer than when he forced his way through her doorway last night. "You're going to be in your own bed tonight," she murmured. "By yourself," was quickly added the moment his smile quirked into a smirk. "My first official day is tomorrow and…I need to keep things professional," the explanation came hurriedly as if she was trying to refrain from hurting his feelings. But the thought of complicating things further made her panic even in this tired state – he wasn't even remotely aware of the breadth of her situation.

"Relax, doll. I'm not going to take it personally. I'm on patrol duty tonight anyways," he kept the languid smirk plastered to his face, closing his eyes and launching into an exaggerated stretch to conceal the way his body tensed beneath her. Aizawa had to remind himself his urges were one-sided and overly intense for something so casual and fleeting to her – he was just a rebound, after all. Something to distract her from whatever heartbreak had her blasting music when he ought to be asleep. But perhaps he could bide his time, lure her into his web until she was as ensnared as he felt…tied into knots, strung up, bound tightly for him to use as he pleased…his mind couldn't help but wander. He folded his arms behind his head, the ultimate picture of carefree composure despite his thoughts, his eyes opening only to shamelessly roam up and down her. "So, does that mean I have the remainder of the day to get you out of your panties again?" He teased, but the note of hunger in his voice betrayed him almost as much as the rush of blood to his lower extremities did.

She arched a brow as his morning-erect cock twitched beneath her, letting her gaze dart down to where she was seated and pressed into him, seeing his smile split into an impish grin in her peripheral vision. "Incorrigible rake," she murmured with a roll of her eyes. Something about his expression darkened in response to her flippant gesture, but his length continued to rapidly harden beneath her. "I don't plan on having a repeat of last night," she rose onto her knees which were planted at either side of his hips on the couch, allowing herself to hover just a few inches above his lap instead.

"I agree – why repeat when there are so many other things we could try?" His voice was rough with sleep but his black eyes gleamed like he was wide awake, incensed by his arousal. Was she being a brat on purpose, or could she just not help herself? Aizawa's hands slid out from under his head, moving to settle upon her hips, his thumbs stroking the material of her panties.

"Does acting so confident work on all the girls in your hometown, Eraserhead?" She mused, reaching for her hoodie that she had shed in the middle of the night and threading her arms back into it. The garment was so oversized that it sat past her mid-thigh when unzipped, but she rolled up the excessive sleeves like it was a long-practiced move. The moment she tried to shift her hips to rise from the couch, his grip on her unexpectedly tightened, startling her into looking back at him.

Ah, this was her ex's sweater. He hadn't made the mental note last night in the flurry of movement, but now it seemed obvious. "This *is* my hometown, doll face," he tried to keep his tone light but his eyes flicked past her waist while he considered his options. "Did you not enjoy yourself last night?" He asked the question to stall – would she really object to finding release again, or did it just depend on how it was achieved? His sweatpants were tented between them, his willingness to continue being used as her emotional springboard post-breakup readily apparent.

She huffed haughtily and swept her hair to the side, fixing her eyes to his face, her gaze lingering at the scar above his cheek. He was infuriatingly handsome in a roguish, unpolished way...or maybe he was just infuriating in general. "What if I said I didn't enjoy myself? Maybe then I could get you off my couch," she pressed her palms firmly against his chest as she tried to rise off the couch again, her hips swaying when he refused to release her, his fingertips digging into her skin so hard it might bruise.

"Then I'd call you a liar. If you truly want me to leave, ask me to." He managed to look and sound bored despite the way his grip steeled, letting his eyes drift down her body once again, pausing at her chest. She wore an unlined bra beneath the white v-neck, her pebbled nipples clearly visible just under the surface. Aizawa wet his lips with his tongue, glancing back up to her face in time to see the blush blooming across her cheeks and her lower lip caught between her teeth, biting it rather than asking him to go. "Just say the words and I'll leave, darling," he dragged her down with his hands still on her hips, making sure to seat her so that the underside of her panties were perfectly lined up with the hard ridge of his cock.

Even then she still couldn't manage to say the words, merely glaring down at him as the red on her face intensified. He flicked his wrists, guiding her into a quick grind against himself, watching her eyes widen and lips fall apart from the sensation – a soft moan escaped them, sans any request to leave.

"That's what I thought," he repeated the motion until he gained some momentum, tipping her forward just enough to be certain of the pressure the movement exerted on her sensitive bud, grinding her over and over on top of him at a steady pace. He watched her eyes fall shut with smug satisfaction as she settled into the simmer of pleasure, letting him keep control.

Her hands fisted his shirt in an attempt to hold on as he sped up his ministrations, her brows tangling, starting to pant softly…it was so easy to let him take over. He did it so well, after all – dominating her, making her feel like someone else, someone who wasn't bitter or hurting. She didn't want to come back down from that high just yet, didn't want her feet to touch the ground, not when he was rocking her atop him and rolling his hips beneath her until her need staggered and soared. She could feel her core tightening, coiling in anticipation of release, like she was in knots and every stroke of his wrists brought her closer to pulling them apart and unraveling her entirely.

She was so exquisite with her head tipped back, succumbing to his desire and shutting everything out other than the way he made her feel – he couldn't recall ever being so captivated by someone, so fixated. Aizawa watched her from half-lidded eyes, trying to imagine how she'd repay him for the effort. He was certain he wanted to claim her mouth next, feel her tongue upon him…but his mind couldn't stray too far before he was absorbed in the way pleasure flashed across her face with every graze against her clit, how her breath hitched with each strike, every cry becoming more tight and keening. "Just like that, baby girl, show me how you like it," he murmured as her body went taut with the initial flush of climax, knowing she was close to coming apart for him. "Come just like that. Do it for me," he smiled wickedly, finding her too close to the edge to protest, unable to speak or look at him but unwittingly putting on quite the show.

Her muscles stiffened when she finally came undone with a strangled cry, pleasure tethered to her core but wheeling and skittering up her spine as he continued to grind her through it, every roll of their hips sending another tremor through her.

"That's a good girl," Aizawa looked feral as he watched her fall apart on top of him, obsessively taking in each detail with a hungry gaze. He loved the way her perfect little body trembled, savoring the sight of her panting and quivering, his eyes clouded by need. She was just as lovely sated as she was finding release, her cheeks tinged pink, expelling shaking breaths, head thrown back and eyes tightly closed – she still hadn't opened them, not even when he stopped and simply held her hips, perhaps a touch too embarrassed to meet his eyes just yet. "Still want me to leave, baby doll? I'll go if you get on your knees and beg." One hand released her hip, cupping the side of her face and tracing the outline of her lower lip with his thumb, "Unless there's another reason you'd like to get on your knees for me?" But her phone on the coffee table interrupted the moment with a loud rattling buzz as it vibrated its way across the surface, her eyes snapping open to stare at the upturned screen rather than him, making the sting of jealousy swell in his chest.

She scrambled off his lap, not seeming to register the fact he *allowed* her to do so this time, swiping the cell off the table just to decline the call. Another call came through and she declined it again, the sequence of events happening three more times like rapid-fire before the caller finally settled for a text: 'I'm coming over, then. I want to talk.' She swallowed thickly, glancing from her phone to Aizawa. "I…I need you to go. He's going to show up here and I don't need to make things worse."

He took a long measured look at her but kept his expression impassive, sitting up, "He won't make it past the gates. No one can just *stroll* onto the UA campus off the street, not even to the staff quarters." That information was common knowledge – was she trying to brush him off? An indifferent smile crept onto his lips, one that belied his wretched need roiling beneath the surface, "But I'll go if you insist."

"I *do* insist," she tipped her chin up defiantly, not feeling the need to explain herself, especially if it moved things along - her ex already was on campus, but she didn't owe him that information. She snatched her leggings off the floor and hurriedly tugged them on, sneaking a glance at him as he stood, watching him push his long dark hair out of his face by raking his fingers through it. His smile widened unsettlingly when he caught her looking, making heat rise in her cheeks all over again. "I trust you can find your way back to your apartment," she spun on her heel, escaping his penetrating gaze by ducking into her bathroom.

She could hear her front door click shut over the sound of her faucet tap running, peeking out to confirm she was alone before she queued up a playlist and increased the volume to drown out the anxious babble in her head. There was only enough time for some personal hygiene and running a brush through her hair before she took to pacing in the entryway, her brows knitted together in determination.

Aizawa was back in his unit, leaning into the wall beside his door and frowning in thought, her music flooding his space through the thin walls.

/ 'cause I'm over you.

I am over you. yeah, I'm over you...

or at least I will be soon. /

He huffed an amused breath at the lyrics, pulling open the console table drawer to fish out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter - a rare indulgence, one sorely needed after he was left unsatisfied - and looked over his sparsely furnished apartment, trying to find something to distract himself rather than stand here trying to eavesdrop. But it was too late by the time he took his first drag, hearing someone rapt at her door until the music died down. How did he get onto the grounds - how did he get here so quickly?

A deep baritone made him pause. "I'm not talking to you through the door, just fucking open it," he heard someone hiss in an attempt to keep his words from carrying. That voice, he knew that voice…No. He palmed his face with the lit cigarette in hand, closing his eyes tight and feeling the vein at his temple throb, irritation washing over him. This was…comical. Cosmic fate in the form of a major complication, he groaned inwardly. The last thing he needed was for Vlad King to have yet another reason to try to compete with him. To compete and *lose,* Aizawa thought smugly, the contemptuous feeling new to him. He pinched the bridge of his nose, pressing his head back against the wall, trying to will it away - he needed to remain neutral, less possessive of his new indulgence. But how did an oaf like him land a beauty like her? Judging by the way worry flashed across her face when she caught sight of his size, how shy she was when he admired her sex, the admission she had never squirted before last night when his hand and mouth worked her over…well, he knew it wasn't lust.

Aizawa's mind was buzzing so loudly he didn't catch the start of their conversation, something about it being too late to make amends. "I messed up," he heard Vlad reluctantly admit. Aizawa had to strain to hear her, turning his head to the side so his ear faced the wall as he took another drag. "You didn't mess up, you drank too much and said some things that you *wish* you didn't mean. That *I wish* you didn't mean," she huffed out a strangled, humorless laugh, like it broke some part of her to admit it. Aizawa rubbed his forehead with the heel of his palm and sighed, feeling a pang of guilt for being so absorbed in the conversation, so absorbed in *her.*

"You couldn't just be happy for me. I've finally gone legitimate and you tried to dissuade me from accepting this job every step of the way," he could hear the way her breath caught in her throat, trying to make himself feel apathetic at the sound - it wasn't his business, and he needed to remain detached. There was no point becoming so invested in what would inevitably be a mutually beneficial but temporary rebound, he thought to himself while putting the half-smoked cigarette out in a tray on the table before pushing himself up and off the wall.

'Stop it, that won't work anymore, Sekijiro,' Aizawa stilled at her muffled words, staring at the tendrils of smoke sputtering out in a pile of ash.

He was already at the door when he overheard her thump a fist against Vlad's chest, followed by her half-hearted 'let go.'

Aizawa swung the door open and leaned out, his untidy hair falling into his face, casting it in a menacing shadow over the creepy smile he typically reserved for anyone interrupting his mid-day nap. "What's going on out here?" He tried to not take the sight of Vlad's big clumsy hands on her hips and waist as a personal affront...until he saw her unadulterated aversion to his touch, plain upon her face and the way she held herself. It prompted him to step out fully into the hallway, his hands twitching at his sides with the effort it took to hold back, to not snatch her away.

She felt Sekijiro's grip falter then fall, his lips millimeters from hers before he pulled back at the unexpected intrusion. She tried to keep the relief she felt tempered from her expression, the angry flush of her cheeks still radiating heat as she gazed past him to look at Aizawa. Her eyes flitted between them, not understanding the strange rigidity both stood with or the glare they shared. "I...I think I'll take you up on your offer to help me unpack, Eraserhead." She pressed her lips between her teeth in a firm line, looking pointedly at Aizawa.

Vlad exhaled a breathless laugh of disbelief, not buying that Aizawa would ever make such a suggestion. But Aizawa scratched at the hair on his sharp jaw idly and shrugged, walking forward and purposely stepping between them to let himself into her apartment. "Sure thing, angel."

She made a choked sound before correcting him, "Remedy."

"Mm, right," he sounded bored, tucking his hands into his sweatpants pockets and nudging a box toward himself from just over the threshold of her doorway with his foot. "Sorry. Remedy," he amended with a bemused tone, not the least bit apologetic.

By the time Sekijiro Kan had sputtered uselessly and stormed off, they were sitting side-by-side on the floor surrounded by a sea of cardboard with no intention to wade through it. "Don't gloat," she muttered about inviting him back in after making him leave, avoiding his eyes. She brought her legs to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and resting her cheek on her knees, sullenly glaring beyond him at the far wall.

Aizawa stared at the way her full lips pursed to form a subtle pout, "Wouldn't dream of it, doll." He saw her brows tangle together when he used the pet name but she made no comment, her eyes refocusing on a speaker as a new song started to play, the lyrics sounding wistful and bittersweet.

/ sometimes it feels like I don't belong here, roots can't take hold because I didn't fit.

can't see the way out through my tears...

I know they always say to hold on for better days. /

"Maybe he's right and I'm not cut out for all this," her gaze fell until her eyes were nearly shut, her pout pulling into a timid frown. "But I still want to try. I meet all of the qualifications," she sounded as if she was trying to convince herself more than him.

But Aizawa didn't need any convincing. "Nezu is shrewd and calculating. He wouldn't have accepted your application if he didn't think you were right for the job," he pulled a hairband from one of his pockets and began gathering his hair, his tone both certain but casual, every movement and word intentional in an attempt to put her at ease. "You'll find your way, and when you do you'll wonder why you ever questioned your ability to make it here." He kept his voice flat, not wanting to make it seem like a pep-talk, but glanced up at her pointedly through his untidy bangs before brushing them back with his fingers.

/ I didn't think that I could make it,

came close to giving up every day.

the fact I'm here is kind of amazing,

funny how destiny brought out the best in me. /

"He found me, sought me out. I didn't know Recovery Girl was retiring, and even if I did, I wouldn't have ever considered..." she trailed off, her cheeks starting to tinge pink as she watched him tie his hair back, unsure if the fluttering in her stomach was from his unwarranted confidence in her or just...him.

/ feels like I'm breathing in for the first time,

wide open eyes, I'm seeing it all.

for the first time in years, I know I'll be alright.

look how far I've made it now,

now that I've made it out. /

He held her gaze after his hair was up and the sound from the speakers died out, letting a long silence settle between them and stretch unfathomably until the air felt like it had a static charge. Aizawa wanted to lean over and kiss her, to bury any words of self-doubt with sweeps of his tongue, but she seemed too soft, too fragile, too vulnerable.

That didn't stop her from raising her head and dropping her knees from her chest or keep her from breaking their gaze so her eyes could flicker down to his lips.

Her intention was obvious when she pressed in, but he shifted to put his weight on the palms behind him with a mischievous grin, keeping himself carefully out of her range. "What's your aim here, doll face?" His grin only broadened when her pout returned, his words having the desired effect and snapping her out of whatever emotion she was about to cave in to.

"My 'aim?' With UA?" She retreated back into the spot beside him, her attention still lingering at his lips as if the pet name and question didn't put her off entirely.

"With me," he took the opportunity to look her over while she was distracted, finding his latent arousal from earlier still at-the-ready. "Just over the next few days or weeks," he clarified. "I can be a discreet buffer between the two of you – as needed until he gives up – if that's what you want from me." Aizawa lifted one hand to finger a lock of her hair, the act becoming infinitely more intimate when he brought it to his lips to breathe her in, training his eyes to her face when he did so.

Her cheeks started rapidly reddening, both the question and gesture catching her off guard. Finding words became a herculean effort. "I - yes - that...that would be… not that I can't take care of myself, but…" Her thoughts were just as incoherent, finding herself wanting to hide away the moment she spotted the corners of his lips turning up into a smile from behind the swath of hair still held to his face.

"And if you need someone to be discreet for anything else," that smile was as lazy as his languid tone when his hand dropped but her focus remained on his lips, seeing his tongue dart out to wet them, "I'll have to insist you come to me for that as well. Do you understand?" His eyes darkened with the question, almost imperceptibly.

"Yes," the word was barely audible despite their close proximity, hardly even a whisper, her eyes wide as she tried to perceive what about his demeanor had changed, why he suddenly seemed...predatory?

"Good girl," he rose from the floor, standing in one fluid motion while she shifted onto her knees looking like coveted prey. He hissed an inhale through his teeth, "Don't do that." It came out more like a command than he meant it to, but his resolve to wait was wilting at the sight of her kneeling in front of him.

Between the praise and his unruly demand, she was glaring up at him with burning cheeks, not sure what to make of the fluttering in her stomach turning into a licking flame. But she could feel his eyes on her, the wake of his gaze like a wildfire spreading across her skin – it made her take stock of their positions, how she was prone to him, the thought turning her cheeks a richer shade of red. "I appreciate what you've done and offered to do, but you don't get to tell me what I can and can't do in my own apartment." She watched him through her lashes, chin lifted, arrogant in spite of the way desire was wreaking havoc on her body.

"I didn't hear you complaining last night or this morning," he breathed out the words, frozen, caught between wanting to give her space and needing to fill her mouth. Aizawa wanted to sear the image of her like this into his mind – a perfect, insolent brat on her knees for him. But he closed his eyes instead, tilting his head back so his face was lifted toward the ceiling, and took a steadying breath. He was trying in vain to mollify that side of himself, meanwhile the evidence of his arousal grew within her line of sight. "You're going to stand up or I'm going to pry your mouth open, kitten. The choice is yours."

She worried at her lower lip when presented with her options but didn't find herself wanting to get to her feet, only shifting to sit taller upon her knees.

Aizawa exhaled noisily when he didn't hear her stand, the sound turning into a low rumbling growl in his chest. "That was your only warning," his eyes snapped open before he looked back down at her, catching sight of her hands half-risen, timidly reaching for the hem of his shirt that fell past his waistband. "Is that what you want, then?" His voice was goading, hand darting out to fist the back of her hair, forcing her to look directly up at him. "I'm not very good at being gentle, doll."

His aloofness crossed the line into depravity, unsympathetic about the way she winced when he pulled her hair back, bored with her wide-eyed gaze as his other hand hooked a thumb into the elastic of his sweat pants to tug them down just enough to expose the cut of muscle at his pelvis. Only when her eyes narrowed into another glare did she seem to draw a reaction from him, one of triumph that made her breath shudder.

"Just like that. Keep looking at me just like that," his voice was low, eyes gleaming. The hand in her hair moved to take hold of her jaw, his palm pressed under her chin and fingers indenting into her cheeks. "Open it," he canted his head to the side, unable to look away from her full lips. His other hand slung his waistband below his hips and drew out his immense cock, his fist starting to slowly pump it in anticipation of her mouth, pearly white beads of precum dribbling down its swollen head. "Open it or I'll open it for you, darling," his fingers dug in just a bit rougher as he tipped his length down to line up with her mouth should she comply.

Her bratty nature gave way to the reprehensible urge to be controlled, drowning in it until she succumbed and parted her lips. One hand kept her mouth open with the firm touch of his fingers at her jaw and cheeks while the other fed his cock to her with careful patience, his bangs falling into his face and eyes wild as he obsessed over every little detail, loving how she tried to conceal the hint of worry etched into her features at his sheer size.

But her soft pink tongue met him hungrily, lapping away the salty taste then narrowing it to a hard point to trace the ridge of his tip before he pushed in past it, easing his way into her pliant little throat. He waited for her to suck and lick at each inch before offering her another, his breath hitching unevenly at the searing wet warmth of her mouth. Her tongue explored the underside of him, undulating beneath the rigid line of his length as if she craved him, making him moan long and low at the sensation. The sound made her eyes journey up from his tangle of tight black curls at his base, searching for his face and finding it had momentarily gone slack as he watched her.

He met her gaze and trained his face back into being flat, cold, almost cruelly assessing. "You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, doll face." Aizawa's hand under her chin returned to knotting itself into the back of her hair, applying a gradual pressure with tight brutal control, determined to refrain from forcing her down despite his earlier threat – he couldn't risk scaring her off when there was so much more he needed to do to her. But even with the slow descent, pinpricks of tears were rapidly blinked away as she successfully fought back a gag only three-quarters of the way down. "Oh, is it too much for you?" His cool mask cracked with a derisive smirk, tone dripping with conceit, "Too big for my little kitten?"

Her cheeks took to reddening deliciously again, glaring up at him through her long lashes, somehow still managing to look haughty even with her lips stretched around his girth. He tilted his head as he drank in the sight, his cock twitching in response to seeing his lovely little brat unable to talk back, too full of him, her fingers digging into his hips in silent protest – no, to drag him closer.

Aizawa was unprepared for how she swallowed the remainder of him down in one motion, her tiny throat molding against his throbbing member like she was made to take him, drinking him in greedily. He hissed an inhale through his teeth, the following exhale coming out as a strangled groan, the hand in her hair twisting her head to manipulate the angle as she pulled back halfway. "You're taking me so well," his voice was strained, a feral smile tight on his lips, "But we'll make it quick this time – just this once." Aizawa's free hand caressed her prettily blushing cheek, his mouth suddenly dry, "I hope you don't mind being used, baby doll, because I'm going to use your little mouth."

He kept the hand in her hair and the one cupping her cheek firm to hold her head in place, his smile splitting into a grin with a flash of canine when she obediently stilled for him. Aizawa began with achingly slow thrusts, engrossed with the way she licked and sucked the whole way through, his breath catching when he saw the column of her throat expanding just to accommodate him whenever he was buried to the hilt in her mouth.

The speed and force of his thrusts increased once he was satisfied with the slick of her saliva, gliding effortlessly as he dragged himself in and out of her, his breathing more ragged with every stroke. He couldn't help but be wholly infatuated with how eager she was to please him, his fantasies getting the better of him in his excitement, "You're going to swallow for me, right, kitten? Lap up every drop like a good little kitty?" He ground out the words through gritted teeth, his eyes lighting up as her throat started clenching and grasping around him, his pet just starting to have difficulty matching his rapidly increasing pace.

She was wrapped so tightly around him, mouth and tongue insatiable, cheeks colored with a potent mix of shame and pleasure, unable to look away from the way his lips parted to whisper a stream of unintelligible praise as he chased his need. Aizawa was grunting with each thrust, his labored breathing turning into quick pants, building up into a frenzy until he was bucking into her throat. She scrabbled and choked around him, her muscles both pushing and pulling against him, teeth grazing…he couldn't hold back anymore with the way she tightened around him, constricting and milking his cock with swallowing motions until he flooded deep into her throat, pouring into her with a strangled groan.

He kept himself buried into her lips until his final twitching spurt shot down the back of her tight throat, only withdrawing when he was certain she had drained him. "Such a good girl," he breathlessly crooned, stroking her cheek, his expression torn between awe and fiendish. "Now clean up your mess, kitten," the hand in her hair pressed her forward, watching her tongue peek out, devotedly wicking away any remaining traces despite the way he had just ravaged her mouth. "Lick it clean with that wicked little tongue," he was captivated by her all over again, crossing well over the line of obsession this morning and into addiction.

His hands shifted to cup both sides of her face as she lapped away obediently, her cheeks burning fiercely and eyes suddenly unwilling to meet his. "Don't be shy, doll," he grinned lasciviously, forcing her head to tilt up to look at him once he was content with the work of her tongue. A thumb traced the outline of her mouth, her lips glistening still, watching her squirm as she tried to lean out of his grasp so she could obscure her face behind the curtain of her hair. "You don't have to hide," his voice dropped to a low whisper, "I won't tell anyone how much you love being used." Aizawa's chest thrummed with pleasure when she glared up at him, her hands wrapping around his wrists to pry his fingers from her face. He relented with a dark chuckle and tucked himself back into his sweatpants, his eyes sweeping over her appreciatively.

"You're a pervert," she murmured even as he helped her rise to her feet, his arms immediately snaking around her waist with a familiarity she couldn't object to given the way she could taste him upon her tongue. But she still pulled her shoulders back to recline away, his grip keeping her pressed to him from the waist down. Her gaze was averted, cheeks so flushed with embarrassment that he could feel the warmth rolling off them.

His answering laugh was throaty, unable to help the genuine grin that overtook his expression – he caught her stealing a glance, felt her breath catch, eyes lingering rather than darting back away. "It's only fair that I require some discretion from you too, doll."

She bit her lower lip in silent consideration, studying his face as his grin dwindled to a tired smile. He had a different appeal to him with his hair half-up, his bangs mostly swept to the sides and framing his face, but the sloping scar beneath his eye and stubble along his sharp jaw and upper lip kept him look scruffy, rough around the edges. He probably cleaned up well, but she wasn't entirely sure she'd prefer him that way. "Are you sure it's a secret? Judging by the way Sekijiro was looking at you, I just assumed he knew you were some kind of deviant," she half-teased before her eyes found his, realizing his gaze was fixed upon her lips.

"He just hates to lose to me, kitten," he murmured before his grip around her middle tightened, yanking her forward and crushing her lips to his. She gasped at the suddenness, his tongue using the opening to lick into her mouth, tasting himself upon her with a satisfied rumble.

She caught herself idly touching her lips the remainder of the day, whether she was showering or dressing or eating or baking or packing every nook and cranny of a cheap oversized bookbag, and now even as she stood in front of the mirror in a short airy dress and a lightweight raincoat. Pervert, she thought to herself, seeing her intense blush in the reflection staring back at her – the word kept coming up all day to the point she was unsure if it was meant for Aizawa or herself. She frowned and looked down at the heavy book bag at her feet, prodding at it with her furled umbrella before checking her phone again. Aizawa didn't indicate any plan to let her know when his patrol was done, or that he had any intention of trying to convince her to spend the night again. Her leaving ought to go unnoticed by anyone but Principal Nezu - he seemed to approve, after all.

'Away from the school. Know a spot?' she texted to a new, nameless number – but that was how their correspondence always went. It was unfortunate to be contacted right before her first day, but she had promised to always meet no matter the hour – midnight was pushing it, however it gave her plenty of time to fulfill every inventory request they sent in the early afternoon. A geo-tag flashed onto her screen without prompting, followed by her music app opening to an unknown playlist like rapid-fire until music was thumping from the headphones sitting around her neck. Both devices felt inexplicably warm to the touch, the strange familiarity seeming to be a comfort to her.

/ sneaking out and creeping 'round

there's nothing you haven't seen now.

say I'm lost, but I feel found

think you're gonna turn me? /

Even with her hood drawn up, the audible music carrying on the wind was a dead giveaway, Aizawa thought. Staffers weren't disbarred from coming and going as needed, but she still had the demeanor of someone sneaking off, like a student expecting one of the security bots to lurch out at any moment…and for good reason, judging by the snippets of lyrics he caught. He got every after-hours alert along with Nezu, but he hadn't reached out to Aizawa – did he not think his curiosity would be piqued by an unfamiliar faculty member leaving in the middle of the night?

/ there's something dark inside,

so don't let in the light,

just don't let in the light /

He stalked soundlessly less than a half-block behind her, his emotions a pendulum swinging between pettily irate and suspicious. Where was she off to with a packed bag? He mussed his hair and tucked his chin beneath the spool of scarf wrapped around his neck, finding the whole predicament irksome. He had been looking forward to getting out of late August's humid heat before the rain began, but at this rate he'd be caught in the downpour while prowling after his prey like a drowned cat chasing after a mouse.

She was taking a winding path through one of the far parks to follow the geo-tag she was given, grateful to see a wide partially-lit tunnel just ahead. At least they wouldn't be standing out in the rain when it began – would they have even brought anything to keep from getting wet? She glanced down to her umbrella once she was standing beneath the flickering lamp, figuring she could part with it if needed… but the thought was quickly pushed aside as her headphones began blaring a new song at maximum volume, making her nearly fling them off in surprise. She held them at her side instead, gazing around for the culprit. "Glitch? What is this, more music to set the mood?" There was a bemused tone to her voice, the band of her headphones almost unbearably hot in her hand.

/ why am I the bad guy?

maybe I wanna be the hero sometimes.

so used to people treating me like I'm evil,

yeah, no one ever wants to play nice. /

"She said some bum is waiting out the storm under the overhang," said a small but smug voice, making her jump all over again. She had previously guessed he couldn't have been more than 8, just a tad short for his age, with bright red hair, amber-hued eyes, and a hearing aid tucked into his left ear. She had to squint to really see him despite being directly in front of her now – a side effect of his quirk – and even then she couldn't keep eye contact.

/ I just wanna be the good guy,

but every time I try someone loses their life.

maybe I wasn't born to be a hero, I should be evil?

well, fuck it, I'll try it. /

"Oh, Bullseye!" She looked a little relieved if only to know he was okay – he was the youngest as far as she knew. "Has anyone been giving you guys any trouble? No one hassling you and your friends, right?" She asked, keeping her voice low as she swung her bag out from her side to her front, opening the flap to peer inside after he shook his head no. "Do you have somewhere safe to sleep? Somewhere warm and dry?" It was hard to keep the question light and casual, solemnness seeping in between the glance up to him and her words. "No weirdos coming around, right?"

"You always ask these dumb questions! Yes!" He was clearly getting agitated, but couldn't help looking impatiently into her bag, his eyes wide with eagerness. "You're the only weirdo I see, Remedy!"

The response caught her off guard, making her laugh loud over the sound of her music bouncing off the tunnel walls. "That's a fair assessment."

/ monster, demon.

savage, heathen.

if I'm no hero,

maybe I should be a super villain? /

Aizawa couldn't hear their conversation over din of her music echoing loudly, only able to make out the lyrics as they played, his irritation rising. Every time he tried to glance over his eyes felt tired and unfocused – was he that exhausted, or was it just the chronic dry eye? He threw his head back for his eyedrops, still straining to listen over the steady beat and the sound of her laugh.

She shortened the shoulder strap and tried handing the heavily laden book bag to Bullseye, but found her hand inexplicably veering off to the right instead.

"Oops, sorry." Bullseye's face screwed up in concentration until she tried again, the handoff successful this time. He bowed under the weight, grumbling like an old man. "What is *IN* here, lady!?"

"I went a little overboard with the Comfort Food," she scratched her nose, looking abashed. "Mostly as baked goods so they'd keep longer. I'd make them as candies, but I didn't want to risk any of them getting mixed up with the healing stuff."

"No one asked for that," he muttered but fished out a clear bag full of cookies, tucking it into his jacket pocket hurriedly – there were enough to go around.

/ monster, demon.

savage, heathen.

if I'm no hero,

maybe I should be a super villain? /

"Glitch added a burn salve to the list…is there any chance you might let me see who got hurt?" Her brows knitted into a furrow, anticipating the answer before it came.

"No one is hurt!" He glared up at her, unable to kick that habit of being distrustful – every adult that wanted to 'help' their group before tried to separate them, after all. Bullseye closed the flap to the bag before glancing to his left then up, listening to Glitch's voice coming in gently through his hearing aid. "...Oh, right. Thank you," he added lamely.

"Sure kid, anytim—" the music in her headphones cut out suddenly, the sound replaced by the rumble of thunder, raindrops falling on pavement, and…humming. She could only make out a silhouette from the partially-lit tunnel but physically placed herself in front of Bullseye nonetheless. "Anyone you know?" She whispered over her shoulder without tearing her eyes from the figure taking slow, leisurely steps towards her, his humming making the hair at the back of her neck stand on end.

"Glitch says it's the bum," he hissed from behind her before the sound of thunder clapping reverberated off the cement walls.

"Sorry, but we're busy, so…" she called out ahead of his approach. Lightning spanning the sky on both ends of the tunnel provided the additional illumination she needed to catch a glimpse of his face and recognize him, but she felt no relief. Her panic rose instead, pulse so loud in her ears that it threatened to drown out all the noise of the storm settling in around them.

"Go home," Aizawa growled out to the boy leaning his head out from behind her, attempting to take in the child's features but finding his gaze drawn to Remedy instead. He was trying to appear calm and collected, but an uncanny grin carved into his cheeks despite his best efforts.

"It's alright, go on," she assured him with another whisper over her shoulder, her eyes trying to search for Bullseye's face but finding them looking anywhere and everywhere but at him. "Your sister is waiting." It felt like her phone was close to burning a hole in her pocket, and judging by the way Aizawa hissed at his hand, so was his.

The binding cloth around his neck seemed to roil and curl around him as if he was itching to reach out for her, to ensnare her. They both stood in tense silence until they heard the boy's footsteps receding, Aizawa staring her down in careful consideration. "You know what this looks like, don't you, kitten?" He murmured, taking a heavy step towards her.

She matched the movement by taking another step away, but he kept trying to close the gap between them until her back was flat against the tall cement wall. Her cell and headphones finally started to cool, making her look away from him, frowning at her umbrella. She didn't get a chance to ask if they needed it, but Glitch was responsible enough… "Were you following me? Why?" She finally had the confidence to glare up at him, taking in his unusual scarf and gear, willing her cheeks to not tinge pink. It didn't matter that she was attracted to him - he had very likely crumbled the modicum of trust she had spent over a year building.

His jaw ticked, anger flaring inside him, the flames only fanned when she had the nerve to glare back. "Apparently I had good reason to," he slammed his hands into the wall next to either side of her head, making her flinch. Aizawa's arms caged her in, his breathing unexpectedly ragged, fighting back the impulse to pin her down and quiet her with his lips in his fury. "What was that? Tell me why I shouldn't tie you up and drag you back to UA for questioning." The end of his binding cloth rose, swaying in the air like the head of a snake waiting to strike.

She swallowed thickly, her eyes darting between the scarf and his face, unable to help the way her cheeks betrayed her. Her mind had been addled by desire ever since she got up off her knees this morning - being tied up by him didn't sound so bad. She tried tugging her hood down to hide her face, actively avoiding his gaze until she could get her blushing under control. "A quick call to Principal Nezu should rule out whatever you're implying. He's the one that approached me after a similar drop," her gaze descended to her feet, letting her hair fall into her face to hide it. "That's when he suggested I apply - and that's why I let them choose a new location each time now." Her brow furrowed, feeling like she had failed again, "I'm not being careful enough, obviously." She wasn't stealthy or keen on noticing when she was being tracked or followed.

"We'll see about that," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, staring at her lips the entire time she spoke. Was this really something Nezu was aware of? Is that why Nezu didn't feel the need to comment on the security alert when she left? What exactly was she doing? His eyes flitted up, seeing she was refusing to meet his gaze, her face blushing prettily for him. It'd be so easy to get her to submit in this state, he thought as he leaned in, not even bothering to be subtle as he dragged in her scent with a deep inhale. "I hope you weren't planning on meeting anyone else tonight," his lips were close enough that his warm breath bathed her neck, making her skin pin-prick with anticipation.

She froze as his body became flush with hers, her gaze finally finding him again with an undignified squeak. "I was heading back after! Is that what this was about? You followed me out of jealousy?" When he leaned away she found her upper arms pinned to her sides, the thin white cloth having coiled its way around her while she was distracted. "What are you doing?" Her voice went flat and eyes wide with anxiety, her heart thundering in her chest again, the umbrella and headphones clattering to the floor. Another crack of lightning illuminated the sky, followed by a thunderous roar rolling through at the same time all the park lights extinguished.

The pressure of her bindings rolled to force her arms in front of herself, another end of the cloth darting out to snake around her wrists. Aizawa's attention lingered at her chest, seeing the high swell of her breasts peeking out above what was once a modest neckline before his binding cloth cinched everything in. "Taking you back…eventually," he muttered matter-of-factly before yanking her hood down and taking her chin in hand, making a point to admire the red hue blooming across her skin, her color practically glowing in the blackout as his eyes adjusted to the dark. He tipped her head up this way and that, as if inspecting her without a source of light was a novelty, until she balked and turned her face out of his grip. "I'm not done," he growled and snatched her chin back, his grip more demanding this time, his body pressing into hers. "You don't look like a liar or someone that would take me for a fool, even in the dark" he forced her to look to the side so he had a close view of her profile. She truly was such a pretty little thing, so exquisite. "But that doesn't mean I won't wake up Nezu at 2am to confirm your story. I'd like to understand the full breadth of what he knows."

"2am? It's barely past midnight," she sighed and closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to watch him ogle her, sullenly tugging at and writhing under her restraints the whole time, inadvertently wriggling against him as well.

The way she squirmed beneath him had his semi-loose black cargo pants growing tighter, but he had to contain himself. Aizawa ignored the question in favor of keenly watching her move, cocking his head to the side when he heard her make a small aching sound not unlike the sweeter ones she made when his fingers were curling into her. "Are you doing that on purpose, kitten?" He practically purred the words, his hips shifting so that she could feel the rapidly hardening outline of his length. His free hand started to tug at the belt of her raincoat until it fell open. "We're alone now," was all he murmured at first as his long, deft fingers dove beneath the hem of her dress, grazing her skin mid-way up. "And I can think of a few ways to wait out the worst of the storm."

"You genuinely think I did something nefarious and want to…to, what?" She pressed her thighs together tightly, gaping at him in disbelief. "What kind of Pro Hero are you?"

"Underground Hero, kitten," he corrected as his hand slid up and pulled aside her panties, the other turning her face back to his when her eyes snapped open. "I'm about to be very generous, I suggest you just lean back and enjoy it."

"To pass the *time*?" She shifted her hips away, thighs still tight together, trying to push him back at his chest with her tied-up hands.

"If you want romance, why don't you go back to your boyfriend, hmm?" He leaned in, chuckling darkly against her ear before starting to trail slow kisses against her neck, her arms folding between them as he pressed into her. His right arm was wedged between them, fingers stroking along her slit, testing how receptive she was to his touch. "Just consider yourself lucky I'm not trying to fuck you against this wall, angel." She stiffened at his words but her thighs eased apart marginally, just enough for him to fill the space, delving in a single fingertip to find her slick. "But you've been thinking about fucking me all day, haven't you? I know I have."

"He's not my – not anymore –" she spoke in broken sentences as he worked up her neck to her jawline. "And I wouldn't let you do tha–" she drew in a rapid breath in response to his intruding finger, glaring up at him. "I haven't been thinking that." But her voice was meek and unconvincing compared to her hard gaze.

"Liar," he hissed before crooking two fingers into her, humming softly to himself when she gasped again, her hips involuntarily rising to meet his hand, that little hole of hers already grasping and clenching eagerly around him. "And a bad liar, at that. Perhaps you really weren't doing anything 'nefarious' here after all, huh?"

Her cheeks felt like they were on fire with embarrassment at the way her body reacted, finding the slow coaxing curls of his fingers both too much and not enough. She fisted the front of his black shirt, desperate for something to hold onto given her upper arms and wrists being secured made her feel unbalanced and helpless. "Fuck off," she mumbled into the fabric on his shoulder, trying to hide her face in the crook of his neck.

"Tsk tsk," he scissored his fingers within her in time with the sound before driving them deeper, the sensation making her stand on the tips of her toes before leaning back into the wall. "Let's try that again – say 'fuck off, Sir.' Or better yet, 'fuck me, Sir.'" The pads of his fingers found the spot within her that made her keen for him, applying pleasurable pressure to it as he worked the tangle of nerves there.

"I'm not calling you that," her tone was stubborn and haughty, strangely juxtaposed with her quickening breaths and the little whimpers she tried to hold back. She could feel desire pooling at the apex of her thighs, the way his touch lit a fire in her core so obvious that it was pointless to resist.

"Is that so? It's the most tame, doll...unless you'd like to hear my other choices? I won't reward you until you use at least one of them." He carried on as if they were having a pleasant conversation, nothing in his voice marred by the way he was pumping and curling his fingers into her - if anything, he sounded sleepy but strangely content.

She was about to turn him down again when his thumb reached up to graze and circle her clit, already swollen and sensitive with want, making her muffle a cry into his shoulder. It was a glimpse of what he'd give her should she comply, a promise of pleasure steadily building, winding her tighter and tighter.

"I suppose I could just stop," he murmured to himself, stilling his hand entirely and pulling his lips away from her neck so he could watch her expression. He appeared bored but patient, like he had all night and morning to get what he wanted, sleep be damned. But he didn't have to wait long before she started rolling her hips against his hand and fingers, looking for any amount of friction, whining needily in its absence. "Hmm? Do you have something to say?" He canted his head to the side cockily with a small smile sneaking onto his lips, watching her blush and squirm, such a lovely wretched little thing when aching for his touch.

"Please…" She breathed out the plea on an exhale, the word urgent but agonizing to utter. Even so, it was not what he wanted or needed to hear - his gaze hardened, features impassive, and hand still not doling out the sensuous movements she needed. "Please, please," she tried again, hoping he might have just enough mercy reserved for her to give in. But he only watched her in vicious silence, wholly willing to abandon his efforts if his demands weren't met. Her cheeks flared anew, hips twisting and thighs rubbing together in a useless attempt to compel him to move but finding him ruthless and unyielding. "Please…please, Sir," she finally relented, her words just barely a whisper.

His answering grin was feral, spreading his two fingers within her just until her cunt twitched around them. "That's right, kitten. Such a good girl," he kept his voice low and husky, his praise sinfully sweet. Aizawa hooked his fingers back into the spot she longed to have touched, making her gasp a whimpering breath. He razed those nerves with smooth strokes, watching her face closely, reveling in the way her lips parted and eyes fell shut. "I love it when you beg for me," he whispered before brushing his lips over hers to lure her into a kiss, his tongue peeking out to swipe across her lower lip to entice her further.

She gave in quickly, needing little persuasion to press her lips into his, tilting her face up to silently offer herself to him. He took full advantage, licking into her mouth to entwine their tongues together and changing the slant of his lips to deepen the kiss, his taste only making her hungrier for him. The pleasure that he had allowed to ebb away quickly resurfaced, staggering and soaring to new heights when his thumb firmly joined the fray, swirling around her sensitive bud in tandem with his fingers stroking inside her until she was moaning into his mouth.

Aizawa devoured every tortured sound she made while he urged her to the edge, feeling her core wrap tighter and tighter around his fingers the closer she got, hearing her panting and keening between each enamored kiss. He pulled his lips back, chuckling darkly when hers tried to follow, "How am I supposed to keep from fucking you when you're that tight, kitten?" His free hand unfastened the front of his utility belt and cargo pants, the fingers inside her starting to slow as he read traces of dismay on her face. "You're making me greedy for more," he growled out, feeling her contract around him at his words despite her apparent reluctance. "I'm going to make that little hole mine," the corner of his lips upturned into a satisfied smirk when she rose onto the tips of her toes, trying to lean further back into the wall away from him. "Now now, kitten, you're not getting away," he withdrew his fingers from inside her, bringing them to his lips to lick and suck them clean with a low rumble of approval.

"Not here…" she whispered, ignoring the unsatisfied ache in her core, his words opposing his actions in how the bindings around her upper arms and wrists began to unravel. Her hands darted down to right the skirt of her dress as soon as they were free, but her eyes widened when she instead felt the material of his scarf whispering around her thighs.

His hands were already on her rear, lifting her feet off the floor when his binding cloth snapped into position, the fabric drawing her thighs up so they hooked around his hips and held her firmly in place. "What's wrong, doll? Not romantic enough for our first time?" A laugh was at the back of his throat, his eyes gleaming wickedly, suddenly certain his depravity wouldn't truly deter her. "Do you think I care? That I won't take what I want when I want it? You'll learn." With her secure against him he was able to move his hands, hastily gathering up the skirt of her dress to her hips and forcing her panties to the side once again, groaning at the sight. "Mm, you're so small, though. I hope you can take it…"

She was blushing wildly at his words, her hands bunching the material of his shirt to steady herself, too shy to look down between them with the lewd way he stared. But the quick movement of his hand drew her attention, unable to tear her eyes away when he dipped the waistband of his undone pants far enough to pull his massive cock out. He used his hand to drag the engorged tip up and down her slit, coating it thoroughly in her slick before notching it at her entrance.

"You're going to let me use you, aren't you kitten?" He licked at his lips, glancing up at her - his expression seemed contemptuous, but Aizawa paused to study her face, searching for any sign of doubt despite the great need he had to heedlessly ram into her. "Let me fill you up, claim you, make you mine…" he trailed off, something hopeful bubbling beneath the exterior he put forth, barely noticeable under the long stubble and wind-tousled hair.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth, her hands shifting to his shoulders, eyes flitting between his throbbing length and girth up to his face. A shy nod was all she could manage before he started easing in, even a gradual intrusion almost too much to bear. Every new inch elicited a breathy moan, making her claw at his back and shoulders, wincing at the way he stretched her, the absolute fullness she felt when he wasn't even fully rooted in her.

Aizawa lived for those sweet aching sounds, how her hands tried to drag his torso closer like she was desperate for something to ground her, digging her nails into the clothes on his back...He grunted and groaned as he delved in, her cunt tighter than anything he's ever had, somehow twitching even tighter every time she made a new sound for him. When he only had another few inches to go his hands found her hips, caressing softly and sweetly as if trying to relax her. "Does it hurt, kitten?" His lips found her ear, something sinister about his gentle tone, "You're just so little, and I'm too big, hmm?"

"Yes, Sir," she whispered weakly, her eyes closed tight, panting, trying to adjust to his size as he graciously slowed his entry for her. But her brows drew together in confusion at the little laugh he huffed into her hair, how his fingers went from kind touches to cruelly digging into her hips...until he slammed into her without warning, his hips crashing into hers and pinning them to the wall, burying himself into her fully with a strangled groan. Her breath was stolen away in that plunge, vacating her lungs all at once with a shout she stifled into his shoulder, one hand still clawing at his back while the other ascended into his hair to pull on it as if it was the only way to keep him in check.

Aizawa was engrossed by how she writhed around him deliciously, her thighs clenching and quivering at his hips, every bit of her scrabbling to accommodate his sheer size. She felt better than he had ever hoped for, imagined, dreamed. "Shh, shh, I know," he crooned into her neck as she gasped for breath, every inhale and exhale peppered with soft moans. "It's too much, isn't it, kitten? But you're taking it so well," he whispered, his smile utterly deplorable. Aizawa kept himself pressed inseparably against the back of her thighs, the binding cloth trying to hold them higher, tighter while he canted his hips as if trying to reach deeper despite knowing full well there was nowhere else to go, no crevice of space he hadn't stretched into. But he persisted, grinding into her while fully sheathed until she cried out again just so he could soothe her with praise. "Such a good girl. You're mine now, do you know that?" He nuzzled his cheek into hers in mock affection, his voice low, sounding almost manic, "I won't let you go, I can't, not after this. Not after feeling you."

She needed time for the words to register in her mind, so overwhelmed by each feeling and sensation that she had to shut out everything else other than how she enveloped him, how every roll of his hips made the fat head of his cock strike the front of her walls to send shockwaves of pleasure reeling through her. She shook her head minutely, something along the lines of 'never again' falling from her lips between all the nonsensical sounds his cock dragged from her, her blush intense and eyes still tightly shut.

Aizawa caught himself and how reprehensible he must've seemed, quickly masking that desire with a lazy chuckle and smile to pacify any fear. "Now now, we're both just saying things in the heat of the moment that we don't mean, honey…'Never again,' you don't mean that," he drew his hips away slowly, perhaps only halfway out before snapping them back into hers so that she shouted atop him again. A strangled gasp escaped him when she was fully seated on him once more, one of his hands darting down between them, eager to manipulate her clit, hoping he might distract her from the pinch of pain with mounting pleasure.

His use of her so far was greedy, urgent, demanding…but now he held still, pressing his forehead to hers, his long black hair falling forward like a curtain on either side of their faces. Aizawa's tired eyes were vividly bright and staring down at his hand splayed over her cunt, just above where they were joined. Between the weight of his body and the bindings she was locked into place at the tight black curls of his base, but the way he circled and stroked at her bundle of nerves summoned back the pleasure that had faded until she was panting and rocking her hips to his touch. She could feel his eyes sliding back up to watch her face with every new pattern of caresses until he found the one that made her look lost in relief, that made her sounds sweeter, that parted her lips with breathy moans, that made her meet his gaze shyly.

The faintest hint of pink-tinged his traitorous cheeks, betraying just how much he enjoyed pleasing her, how his obsession had her little hole clutching and spasming in time with the swirling of his fingers. When Aizawa saw the flicker of recognition in her eyes he pressed forward, capturing her lips with his own to claim her mouth before she could question it, swallowing her moans until the moment her perfect little body stiffened and trembled in climax for him. He ground himself into her as his thumb moved in tight deliberate circles around her clit, swirling and rubbing it in place while she thrashed and came with a heady cry into his mouth. Her core fluttered with the torrent of sensation, muscles clamping and tensing around his cock, thighs quivering against his hips, losing every breath to him.

Aizawa persisted until her body sagged into his, her fingers tangling into his long untidy hair, pulling his mouth closer to hers even though she had no air left to breathe. He broke the seal of their lips with a rumbling chuckle, the subtle flush of his cheeks gone and replaced with a passive, smug smile. His hands slid down to her rear, hoisting her just a little higher, his lips twitching into a grin when she winced but didn't cry out. "Oooh, does it still hurt a little, kitten?" His hips pulled back just to bury himself into her again, finding the path slick with her arousal, the way he stroked into her on the sweet side of too sharp, evident in the way she let out a delighted moan. He sucked in an uneven breath when he heard her, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her bottom eager to keep control. "That hurts so good, huh? And you love it. I can see that, hear it." He tested her receptiveness again with another quick snap of his hips, the fat head of his cock dragging across the spot that made her beg for more, the force of his movement making her perfect breasts bounce.

She grabbed fistfuls of the clothes at his back as he rammed into her with greater confidence, starting a slow rhythm that made her ache but left her wanting more. "Please…please, Sir," her whispers were muffled at his neck, her face hidden by his thick black hair as she started to press pleading kisses above the collar of his shirt. She could already feel her core coiling and twisting itself into knots, every private inch of her sensitive and tightening as her pleasure began to rise all over again.

"Is this what you need?" he murmured against her ear as he increased his speed, the sound of his hips slapping into the back of her thighs echoing through the pitch-black tunnel. His breathing was already becoming ragged, hearing her soft noises of affirmation in the absence of words as he bucked up into her, holding her up against the wall with his mass and her bindings. "Let me give you what you need then, kitten," he hissed out, gritting his teeth, so overtaken with the way she was helpless against his brutal force, his body merciless and powerful while he rutted into her as deep as he could fit.

The chorus of skin on skin and their urgent sounds reverberating around them seemed to bring her back to her senses momentarily – shouldn't she be afraid of getting caught, even in this downpour with every park light extinguished by the storm? Her head lifted, peeking out from behind his hair to try to make out any shape or mass in the dark tunnel between her soft gasps, but he drew her attention back to him with a feral snarl. His fingers dug harder into her, possessively, bruisingly, wordlessly demanding she keep her focus upon him alone. Was it his obsession or the thrill of possibly getting caught making her constrict tighter around him? Or simply the way he relentlessly fucked her with a frenzy she couldn't understand, savage and inescapable?

"I can make it hurt if you don't want to be a good girl for me," he rasped out, equal parts threat and promise. Aizawa changed the angle of his hips as he continued plowing up into her, taking care to strike that spot within her at every thrust. "Is that what you want, baby girl? To get fucked til it hurts?" One of his hands lifted from her rear to press into her stomach, grinding the heel of his palm down directly over where his tip was razing her nerves over and over, forcing her pleasure to soar to new heights until she crumbled. Aizawa tossed his head back with a low groan as she came undone for him again, feeling her melt upon him with that delicious wet heat, knowing he was the only one who could bring her to such a wretchedly thorough release.

She was scrambling atop him and clawing at his back again as she came with a loud cry, her muscles convulsing and spasming around him, squeezing so tight he had to slam himself in to keep her from pushing him out. Little heated whispers of praise and pleas fell from her lips, words running together between her panting, but the intention was clear – she wanted him to fill her, she was pleading for it. Every ripple of pleasure nearly tore his own release from him, her core practically milking him with the way it grasped and pulled at his cock within her, making him grunt each time she pulsated around him.

He went right back to pistoning into her, his rhythm going uneven at her begging, hearing her words tighten to a whine as her voice went high and brittle, mewling for him just like he dreamed she would. Aizawa chanted her pet names into her hair breathlessly, begging with every syllable: "Doll…kitten…my sweet girl. You want it?" He took choked breaths between words, each sounding more strangled than the last as he raced to his finish, "Baby doll…darling. I'll give you what you want, kitten, every drop of it." The wicked smile on his lips was audible, twisted with the effort it took to hold back, "My pretty little kitty. Take it for me."

She could hear the moment that smile faltered when his face slackened with the initial flush of release. The scarf around her became shakily taut, prompting him to grab hold of her beautifully rounded ass, anticipating the way he'd lose control of the binding cloth when he fell apart to catch her. But that only made him rut into her more frantically, his pace furious and starved, each insatiable buck of his hips clapping their skin together noisily, her sweet aching sounds urging him on.

He bit into the crook of her neck when release finally tore through him, stifling his roar into her skin whilst he began pouring into her, feeling her twitch as both pleasure and pain sung through her body when his teeth dug into flesh. It made him feel like a beast, marking her while he claimed her like an animal, flooding her little hole until their release spilled back over his tight black curls and dripped onto the pavement below. A deep growl tore through him as she tried to squirm away from the pain, his tongue laving over the offending indentation of teeth like a perverse apology…but the blinding cloth began snaking around her upper arms again, making her gasp and wriggle. He crushed her against the wall to keep her from moving further, bowing his back to keep himself rooted in her, somehow still not done spurting judging by the jerk of his hips. "Just a little more, kitten," his breath was ragged against her ear, his heavy bollocks greedily unleashing another load of white-hot seed before he had truly drained himself inside of her willing cunt. "Such a good girl," he sighed contentedly before breathing her in like he was taking a hit of some drug, wholly addicted to her, unsure how he could possibly give her up now that he's had her.

The sheer amount of the warmth pooling from where they were still joined had her blushing wildly, knowing it'd trail endlessly down her thighs and legs she moment he set her on her feet – but he seemed reluctant to do so yet, instead burying his face into her hair, every inhale taking in her scent. He waited until their shaky breaths slowed, licking and nipping at her neck in the time it took them to recover, relishing her little whimpers as he went but letting the way she uneasily shifted under his scarf go unaddressed.

With only her upper arms restrained she eventually tried pulling at the cloth with her hands, biting her lip when she saw the irritated look he flashed at her for daring to move. Her shoulders and chest were still rising and falling rapidly, having yet to fully catch her breath, waiting in vain for him to explain why he wanted her bound once more. A long minute of silence stretched before it dawned on her, "You're going to haul me back...like a criminal? Still? After…after all of that?" The questions came out like she was starved for air, hesitating between words to fill her lungs. He leveled her with an apathetic look, leaving her reeling. "You don't think that's a bit much? Considering…" she trailed off, unsure how to plead her case with 'how we just fucked.'

"Considering what? The safety of my students? I won't chance anything until I know for certain." He exhaled noisily into her hair before lifting his head, his expression sheepish, "Our students will always be prioritized over anything else, including your comfort and my urges." He set her back upon her feet and withdrew with a casual stretch, stepping back so he could look her over entirely, watching the first few trails of his seed streaming down her inner thighs before the skirt of her dress unfurled from around her hips. Aizawa let his face fall into perfectly mastered boredom, tucking himself away and righting his gear before stooping down to pick up her things.

"That is exactly the opposite of what just happened!" Her back was still pressed into the wall, tentatively testing the strength of her legs, her brows tangled in frustration.

"Mm, I would disagree…There was no risk of you escaping," he secretly tried to reassure himself of that too, slightly put off by how quickly he caved when the opportunity to fuck her arose. Aizawa avoided her eyes and glanced out the end of the tunnel where the gentle rain had turned into a downpour, his face pinching in annoyance. He grumbled to himself and opened her umbrella, tucking the handle into her bindings against her upper arm like he was sticking a beach umbrella into the sand.

She huffed loose strands of hair out of her face, glaring at him once more, his impassive expression infuriating – was he trying to humiliate her after using her? "I understand that! But I doubt I could outrun you, and we'll look *ridiculous.* Can't we just walk back like normal people? You could just *call* Principal Nezu." She pushed herself up off the cement wall using only her back muscles, making her a little unsteady before she found her footing, her bindings seeming to keep her upright as if he was afraid her legs would be too weak to hold her weight just yet. "And then we could share the umbrella instead...please." The thought of some third-shift passerby seeing her being led away by an Underground Hero was too mortifying.

"I'd call him if I wasn't so sure my phone nearly burning my hand off meant something or someone messed with it," Aizawa growled out, the memory irksome. He reached out instinctively when she wobbled, having to duck to avoid getting a face full of umbrella. The cloth tightened around her, squeezing her until she breathlessly squeaked, her cheeks flaring back to life with delicious heat. "But fine - don't say I've never done anything nice for you. And if I have to chase after you, I'm dragging you back to UA through every puddle and patch of mud along the way. Do you understand?" Aizawa caught the umbrella when the bindings around her arms unraveled, moving to secure just her wrists in their place. "No matter how much you scream or beg," he added and reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear, letting his thumb caress the warmth of her cheeks, his eyes smoldering when meeting hers.

She flinched away from his affectionate touch, using her bound hands to try to push him back. "And what about these?" she asked, holding her wrists up between them, haughty with irritation.

He hesitated when she reacted to his touch, caught between the need to be responsible and not wanting to backpedal his progress...he needed to find a way to keep her, make her his, and this was a poor path to start down. But he had to maintain some semblance of control after giving into his desires, clearly a momentary lapse of judgment. "Those stay," the binding cloth retracted towards him so she was yanked forward, stumbling into him. He slid the arm holding her headphones around her waist and guided her to start walking towards the way he came, her side pressed tightly to his and the umbrella high above their heads. "Just a precaution…and I quite like seeing them tied up," he confessed, his tone softening in an attempt to placate her anger with him.

She sputtered uselessly at first, her blush creeping down her neck with the sheer intensity of her embarrassment. "You really are a pervert," was all she could piece together as he led her out into the storm, the sound of rain pounding onto the stretched fabric of the umbrella deafening. "Do you make a habit out of following every girl you…you…" she trailed off, not sure what words to use. 'Volunteer to be a rebound for' didn't exactly roll off the tongue. She muttered something unintelligible under her breath about being fucked like an alley cat on the street, glancing down at his scarf.

"Just the ones that unwittingly send security notifications to my phone at 11pm on a school night, doll." They headed down the path to a street that still had intact lights and paused at the crosswalk, waiting for the signal to change even though the road was empty. He took the moment to slip her headphones over her neck before putting his arm back around her waist – they'd just look like a particularly cozy couple at first glance to any strangers. "You've had headphones this whole time, eh? Maybe if you used them the other night, you wouldn't be in this predicament," he teased dryly.

"Don't think even for a second that just because you're handsome I'm going to let you get away with parading me back like this," she bristled when his arm slid into place, his fingers splayed possessively over her stomach as he kept her side drawn into his.

"You think I'm handsome?" His lips twitched into an arrogant smile, eyes darting back to her face in preparation of the heady blush she'd surely give him. If the crosswalk signal changed, he didn't notice, didn't care.

She groaned and hid her face behind her hands, the blood rushing to her cheeks searing her palms until they were unexpectedly wrenched away by his scarf. She tried tearing them back towards herself but was only jerked forward instead, pressed chest to chest with him now, her face tilted up towards him to see a sly grin flashing down at her. "No, I think you are fucking *impossible,*" she snapped, her hands wedged between them. "And what is this fucking thing?"

He took a long moment, blatantly enjoying the visage of her still blushing for him before his gaze drifted to the binding cloth. "I'll be asking the questions, darling. Unless you don't think you can walk and talk at the same time?" The material reluctantly loosened just enough for her to shift back to his side, still holding her wrists tightly together, but he kept his eyes affixed to her face. "Who was that boy? Was he with the girl on the bridge?"

She huffed out in annoyance, taking a step without him when she saw the light had changed for likely the third time since they stopped. "I don't know their real names, just the ones they picked for themselves. They're runaways – there's a whole group of them I'm trying to help, but I can't get close. Bullseye was the boy, his sister is Glitch."

He fell into pace with her, eager to keep her body flush with his side as they walked. "Why not just follow them? Track them?"

"They're more clever than you give them credit for. I can't follow him or put a tracker on him with his quirk, I can't even slip a tracer in my products with Glitch around. I've tried." Her lashes fluttered in thought, the red in her cheeks finally subsiding as she considered how to best explain. "Bullseye can't be targeted, it's impossible to hit him, follow him, it's hard to even look at him – your eyes just want to skip right over him unless he concentrates enough to give you an opening. But it works in the reverse, too – he calls it Uncanny Aim, where he doesn't miss. He can extend both powers out with a limited range too, that's how he covers Glitch."

"The name Glitch…I'm guessing she's a technopath of some kind? Is that why my phone tried catching fire?" He scratched at his chin thoughtfully, guiding her around a particularly deep puddle. "And you have no idea where they stay?"

"That's her 'tell' when it comes to her quirk – whatever she's manipulating starts to run hot. I think they manage to bounce around hotels and motels...I'm confident Glitch can get to ATMs since they always used to try paying me with crisp bills. I wouldn't be surprised if she can spoof credit cards too. But so far they are careful to not overspend or stand out." She bit her lip, venturing a glance up to him. "And I'm positive she's erased her information and likely every other kid that travels with her – Principal Nezu seems to think so too. There are no runaway documents matching their ages and descriptions. And the pair of them specifically would stand out as missing siblings. Unless they were never reported missing?"

"What was in the bag you gave them? Supplies?" He caught the stray glance and held her gaze, his eyes narrowing.

"First aid stuff mostly. Every few months they reach out for my remedies – I suspect they have difficulty getting into clinics without an adult. They asked for a burn salve specifically in addition to the usual stuff, but every time I offer to come treat someone in person they freak out. He didn't seem particularly panicked, and they didn't want a rush delivery, so it must not be so bad…" She averted her gaze, staring down at her hands, opening and closing them palm-up as if envisioning how she'd treat a burn. "I also made a bunch of my Comfort Food…they don't ask for it by name but I can tell they're fond of it. Kind of hard not to be."

He stopped mid-step, making her nearly fall forward with how tightly he held onto her waist. "Why is that? What is it?"

"My healing quirk isn't just related to physical health, but is very limited beyond the physical. My Comfort Food just..literally comforts you, I suppose? It makes them feel warm and fuzzy, feel like home. It's safe to assume any runaway might miss that feeling, no matter how well looked after." She tried to fall back into step again, eager to get out of the rain, but he held still waiting for her to better explain. She sighed, her tone wary but patient, "I can imbue healing properties and a handful of feelings into draughts, tinctures, food, drink…all excellent for stocking up hazard-prone patients, or having on-hand for triage. It's still not as good as my Healing Hands power, but certainly better than nothing."

"What other emotions?" The hand splayed across her abdomen tensed so she could feel his fingertips pressing in through the fabric of her coat and dress, making her turn her face up towards his questioningly.

She went silent, dropping her hands so they hung loosely in front of herself, trying to get a read on him. It was hard to get through his facade when he wanted to appear distant and emotionless, but he couldn't hide the intensity in his stare. "We're nearly there, and the rain is only getting worse," she avoided the question, her searching look turning into a glare. It was rude and presumptuous to want someone to give away every facet of their quirk. Hell, it was rude to fuck a girl in a tunnel, but she was picking her battles wisely.

"I'll get it out of you the easy way or the hard way, kitten," his nose grazed her jawline when he leaned in, lips brushing along her neck but not quite kissing.

"I hope you enjoy disappointment," she steeled herself against his attempt to seduce her, her body rigid against him. "Let's just get this over with so we can all go to sleep."

They sat in tense silence while waiting out the clock once back at UA - Aizawa explained it was a precaution against someone with a copying, blood-based quirk - and waited for Principal Nezu to initiate a call on a tall blank screen stretched over the opposite wall. She kept shifting uncomfortably in her seat, tugging at her skirt and silently blushing; clearly his mess was still an issue.

Aizawa looked minutely pleased with himself as he removed her bindings and folded his arms across his chest, doing his best to not smirk. But he still glanced over as she rubbed her tender wrists, watching from his spot on the low bench beside her, the red on her wrists looking as delectable as the red on her cheeks. It wasn't long before he had to refocus his attention as the screen flickered to life, the image of Nezu in a set of blue silk pajamas digitally imposed across from them.

Nezu spoke candidly from behind a cup of tea after they all exchanged awkward pleasantries considering the time of day. "It's really quite fortunate that you stumbled across this little project, as I had hoped you might offer some assistance if Miss Remedy's needs change!"

Aizawa leaned forward, perching his elbows on his knees and folding his hands in front of his face. "What exactly is this 'project' I'm being volunteered for?" His voice was tired, as if the prospect of another duty was exhausting but one he knew he'd dutifully accept nonetheless.

Nezu set his cup and saucer down off-screen, his nose twitching as he considered how to best explain. "Before we answer that, it is apt to ask how many villains started out as children with nowhere else to turn…and if someone had interceded, could they have been influenced to go down a different road?" He scratched at the fur on his chin idly, somehow still sounding cheerful despite the topic. "No one is born a villain, no matter the nature of their quirk. Maybe it is a naive dream to want to save someone before circumstances make villainy a reality, but it's an idea worth exploring. Perhaps all it takes is a kind face and a helping hand to alter their course and what path they choose...and if in the meantime we can help some children find their homes again, I don't see a downside to at least trying."

Aizawa shifted in his seat, his head tilting to the side. "You've discussed this before while assessing some of the younger villains our students have faced - wondering if they could be put on the right path if given the opportunity." 'Discussed' was a polite way of putting it, as Nezu had the tendency to go off on long-winded tangents and lectures.

"And at this very moment we have the unique opportunity to intercede on a group of children convinced that society has left them to fend for themselves," Nezu nodded in assent with himself before bringing his cup back up for another sip. "I haven't seen evidence that any of Miss Remedy's wares are winding up in the wrong hands - the children seem very mistrustful and guard their limited resources fiercely, as one would expect." He was doing a poor job of tempering his excitement, speaking so quickly his words risked running together.

"Wouldn't the best course of action be to simply find where they are staying and return them to their homes?" Aizawa managed to get a few words in before Nezu was bursting with information.

"Yes, yes, ideally! I've compiled all the data I could gather thus far, starting with when Glitch caused a temporary malfunction in our new security system! Some of our surveillance equipment overheated at one of the outside corners of the campus, but there was no breach to the grounds - however she had managed to somehow erase herself and the boy from the digital video feed! But strangely enough not *all* of the audio!"

She shrank back into the bench wide-eyed, taken aback by Nezu's intensity and sheer joy he had from going into detail.

"Clearly it was an oversight, perhaps a delay in detecting equipment? Most exterior cameras aren't mic'd up after all! A fascinating quirk, feeling out all of the technology in her immediate area before manipulating it, don't you think? And Miss Remedy reports the more often she accesses a device, the further her range! Technopaths are quite the rarity, worthy of keeping tabs on even without the added benefit of forecasting weaknesses in our security system!" He was practically shaking, his teacup clattering against the saucer. "And the boy, Bullseye, another interesting quirk! His barrier *and* accuracy are both psychological *and* physiological, but seems less effective on mutant and animal quirks. I can still sniff him out, but it has proven to be quite difficult nonetheless!"

Aizawa seemed unperturbed by the rant, simply trying to redirect the conversation to hear what he needed to know. "So you've had no luck tracking them down?"

"I wouldn't say that! In fact, I was able to map out every place they could conceivably stay within the area I could trace their scent to. They move often, but stay within the city limits! I compiled a list of vacant properties, hotels, motels, for-sale homes, and the like!" His tea splashed out of his cup, brimming with excitement, "And I believe I have found a pattern. Vacation homes! If my observations are correct, they are residing in someone's empty vacation home loft and she is effectively bypassing their home security system. Clever, clever. I ruled out every apartment complex but one, and it has 3 units empty for the majority of the year!"

"Is it too risky to close in on them there?" Aizawa rubbed the scruff on his jaw, peering over at her, seeing that this all seemed to be new information for her as well.

"If we make a move too soon, we risk not being able to track them down again," she interrupted, worry etched into her features that Principal Nezu might insist they still try. "I don't know how repairable our relationship will be, if they'd ever bother reaching out to me, if…" she trailed off, staring down at her hands, blushing from speaking out of turn. "What if they need my help but won't ask for it when someone gets badly wounded or sick? They've let things go before just to avoid visiting a clinic…"

Nezu composed himself considerably, his demeanor and tone instantly more reflective of the calm and friendly genius she had come to know. "Then I will defer to your judgment on when to make a move, Miss Remedy. Until then, their ignorance is bliss. I am counting on you both. Consider yourselves a lifeline, capable of pulling these children out of the deep end before they get swallowed whole."

Silence settled between the three of them as Aizawa turned his body to face hers, glaring as if she had knowingly signed him up for overseeing a bunch of brats in an after-school program. "How did you manage to drag me into this?" He hissed quietly enough that the mic didn't pick him up.

Aizawa's body language was plenty enough for Nezu to pick up on, however, prompting him to cheerily end the video conference by wishing her a happy first day at work.

"Well, maybe if you didn't *stalk* me to the park, you wouldn't be in this predicament!" She hissed back the phrasing he had used with her earlier as the screen went black. "And you heard Nezu, he was planning to bring you in on this anyways!"

"Don't flatter yourself, angel. I didn't *stalk* you." Aizawa very nearly growled the words out - he wasn't capable of that, was he? No matter how fixated he felt. He wasn't obsessed, not *really*...just, stuck. That's all. He dragged his hand down his face in exasperation, vaguely wondering how out of hand his need for her would get. The mechanical doors to their time-quarantined area opened, prompting him to straighten up until he was looming over her, impatiently waiting for her to rise as well.

'Don't flatter yourself,' she side-eyed him for that line, unsure if it was an insult or his ego talking. "I had nothing to do with his decision, I had never even heard of you before, Eraserhead. Hell, I still don't know what your quirk is - 'Fucking Weird Bondage Scarf' or something? Doesn't seem to suit your Hero name very well," she huffed a dismissive laugh before standing up and striding right past him through the threshold of the doors. "If you don't want to help, just tell him! Don't come after me instead."

"Of course I want to help," he kept his voice low and steady, raking his fingers through his unruly black hair, trying to take stock of her emotional state - using his Hero name didn't bode well in terms of making progress with her. "But I'm not going to pretend to be thrilled with the added responsibility," or the new reason to forgo sleep, he added internally, his voice gravelly and tired.

"If you're overburdened with responsibilities, you're welcome to take me off that list," she called over her shoulder, walking off without him and pulling her coat tight around herself. Things needed to get *very* uncomplicated *very* quickly if she was going to make it here, and he was...well, *very* complicated. Her pace quickened when she heard his footfalls as he followed, making her brows knit together. How could they be anyone's lifeline if their professional relationship became a slowly sinking ship? Clearly, this was a mistake from the very beginning - but her desire to not be bitter and lonely had trumped any logic. Until now, right? She could feel her eyes becoming glassy with tears but blinked them away, steeling herself against the tendrils of sadness that lurked beneath the surface.

Aizawa trailed behind her, his mouth set to a firm line and hands in his pockets as he turned her words over in his mind, watching her make her way through the grounds towards their faculty building. Did she want space? Did she want him to chase after her in the storm that had dwindled down to a gentle drizzle? He prowled behind her instead - they were headed to the same place, after all.

He wasn't far behind when she made it to their building's small lobby, catching up to her when the elevator doors wouldn't shut quickly enough no matter how many times she noisily mashed the 'close' button. An amused smile played upon his lips when he stepped over the threshold, openly staring at her, appreciating the red blossoming over her cheeks and the way her full lips pursed until almost pouting.

She sneaked a glance at him and caught him staring, her pout falling away when her lips parted, right at the precipice of telling him off when her words caught in her throat. She couldn't see his mouth behind the spiral of cloth piled around his neck but could tell he was smiling from the way his tired black eyes shone beneath a rain-damp mop of long dark hair.

His gaze turned silently questioning as they looked each other over, but hers was still working slowly down - the faint scar at his cheek, the scruff of his unshaven face, his broad shoulders and the way his lean body tapered at his hips, knowing there was nothing but hard planes of muscle set between them... He was about to draw his hands out of his pockets when the elevator stopped on their floor, snapping her out of her trance and coloring her cheeks a richer shade of red before she tore her eyes away. Aizawa was barely a step behind her when she hurried out of the elevator and to her door.

She froze when she felt him standing inches away as she fumbled with her keys, making her tip her head back and sigh dramatically at his inability to take a hint. "Seriously? Go home," she muttered, putting her key into the lock with unnecessary force and turning it. She cracked the door open just enough for her to slip through, trying to shut it behind her quickly when she felt his foot jam into the gap.

"You don't mean that, kitten," he stared her down through the width of his combat boot, one of his hands curling his fingers over the edge of the door. "You're going to let me in," Aizawa said it with such finality, making it clear he felt that was the inevitable choice she'd make.

His certainty and confidence was grating, making her scowl as she kept the pressure on the door firm against his foot. "You're going to fuck right off," she responded in kind with the same tone he used.

"I'd hate to accidentally tear your door off the hinges, angel," he peered at her through the gap, his face dead-pan.

She gaped at him over the poorly veiled threat, "Are you serious?" His answering smile was unnerving, making her stomach flip. It was enough to make her swing the door wide open, glaring at him as he stepped through. "What could you possibly want now?"

He kicked his boots off at the door, stooping over to set them aside. "I sleep better with you around," his voice strained just as he stretched when coming back up, "it's been a nice break from my usual insomnia." He lifted the coiled binding cloth up and over his head along with his goggles, striding over to set it on her coffee table with over-familiarity.

"If that's the issue, I'll make you another sleeping draught instead and send you on your way," she snapped the door shut, hanging her umbrella and raincoat on the hook behind it while she eyed the bottles of ingredients laid out on her kitchenette counter.

"No," he couldn't help but growl the word out, followed by a sigh at his own lack of control. "If I could sleep through getting kneeled in the face with that stuff, I don't trust myself to wake up for an emergency. Or on time for work." He unfastened his utility belt and started pulling his shirt off over the top of his head, his back turned to her.

So unbelievably presumptuous, she thought to herself while pinching the bridge of her nose, her eyes shut. "I'm not some sleeping aid to use at your convenience." They snapped open to level him with another glare, but found his back to her instead. The expression on her face softened, gaze tracing the faint outlines of old scars across his skin stretched over lean cuts of muscle, instantly jumbling her thoughts. She held back a sigh, not sure what to make of the uncertainty bubbling up inside her. Maybe he could stay another night...just one more. She bit into her lower lip, feeling stuck. She didn't know what she wanted, didn't know how to proceed, what to say. Just...stuck.

He sat himself onto the edge of her couch, locking eyes with her, finding her expression...wistful, longing? But she turned on her heel and ducked into her bathroom before he could assess her further.

She peeled her clothes off as she paced behind the closed door, stopping only to clean herself up before she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were rosy and warm, hair tousled, with a smattering of small welts peppered across her neck from his overly-eager lips. Asshole, she thought to herself, but saw the way the corners of her lips quirked up at the word. And I'm a fool, was her next thought as she eyed the faint upturn of her mouth, so dangerously close to a smile, before biting into her lower lip again.

Aizawa was still waiting patiently when her bathroom door creaked open again, revealing her in an oversized shirt she must have had stashed away, her cheeks burning bright. He made no move, not even daring to breathe lest he'd scare her off.

Her feet carried her to him before her brain could catch up, soon finding herself standing between the gap of his spread knees hanging over the edge of the couch, her brows drawn together in clear hesitation. She didn't want to be alone, but she didn't want to get caught up in her feelings with him either – just a little more time and she'd be golden, right? …No, it wasn't right, and she knew it. "You can stay, but only tonight."

He stared up at her through his dark bangs, his expression reserved while he reached up, fingers grazing her skin through the thin time-worn fabric draped loosely over her. When she didn't flinch away he instinctively grabbed handfuls of the shirt, dragging her down until she had no choice but to climb into his lap, his lips capturing hers as soon as they were within reach. The kisses were slow, sipping, tentative as he drew her in, his hands roaming and caressing and pulling - he couldn't get close enough, even when there was no space left between them. 'Only tonight' were the words she used, but the way her tongue entwined with his told him that was a lie. Aizawa was entirely wrapped around her, seeking out her heat desperately, craving the warmth that radiated from her to quiet the constant chill that always enveloped him.

[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, picked the pet names, picked out her ex, suggest kinks, etc. 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!

Silly author note: I know we had Vlad King in the Villain All Might fic too, but I wanted to make this fic's version of him a jerk rather than the sweetheart he is in the other fic! I like to think of the VAM/All of You version as his Japanese voice and the Bound/Rebound version as the English dub voice…because I hate the weird snuffling way they made him sound in the dub. Drives me nuts, haha.]