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It had been months since their last encounter, but he remembered it like it was yesterday.
Aizawa had stumbled out of the warehouse, dirty and sobbing. He remembered the feeling of the hot wax on his skin, and the terrible, terrible ache of being denied his orgasm. He remembered Mic’s bone chilling laughter, the way he had begged and cried for his release, only to be disappointed in the end; he remembered how he had sought comfort in the same hands that had once dug deep into his wounds, making him bleed until he felt like passing out.
He hadn’t seen Mic since then. Not even in battle.
It made Aizawa anxious to no end, constantly looking over his shoulder when he walked, being extra vigilant on patrols. Sometimes, he even took Shinsou for help. He disguised it as training, but in fact, he was just scared, scared that Mic would find him again.
He was so scared.
Currently, he was walking home from his most recent patrol. It was the early hours of the morning, and he had just dropped Shinsou off at his home. The air was humid, making him sweat in his costume. In fact, it was so warm that he had tied his hair back into a loose ponytail, capture scarf thrown over his shoulder instead of wrapped around his neck. He wasn’t wearing his usual slumpy sweatshirt, alternatively, he had exchanged it for a form fitting, short-sleeved, black t-shirt.
Aizawa took a sip from the cold strawberry milk that he had bought from the store not too long ago. He gently pressed the carton to his face, trying to cool himself down.
The patrol hadn't been too exciting, just a few low level villains and thieves, however his agency had a bigger case coming for him soon. Something about taking down an underground drug ring. He looked forward to missions like those. They were simple and fun, and usually didn’t take too long to do. Maybe he would even let Shinsou tag along for this one.
It had been a while since he had been on a proper mission. His agency had said that he needed time to ‘recover’ from what happened. They had even asked him to stop teaching for a bit. Of course, he refused, and was back in the classroom two days later. Fresh and ready to train upcoming heroes.
Heroes that he hoped would never have to go through what he went through.
He lurched out of his thoughts as he felt something brush against his leg.
Bending down with a sigh, Aizawa stopped just outside his apartment. A white cat brushed around his legs, meowing quietly as he pet it. He had named it Hoshi. He needed to get more food for him soon, he was about to run out of it. He took another sip of his strawberry milk, pushing into the entrance to the building and tiredly dragging himself up the stairs. Why did he have to live on the fifth floor? He huffed out a breath, pulling his keys out of his pocket to unlock his door.
The inside of his apartment was still and silent as he walked in. The cool air from the AC immediately hit him, making him shiver. Aizawa kicked his boots off, padding into the kitchen to get something to eat. It was around three in the morning, but time didn’t matter when you were constantly working… or that was the justification he used. Aizawa just really wanted instant noodles.
He yawned as he walked out of the kitchen, lazily flicking the bathroom light on. He sniffled as he washed his hands, trying to get the dirt and grime off from work. Aizawa tiredly rubbed at his eyes after he pat himself dry, bending backward to release the tension in his spine. He hissed as it popped, immediately giving him relief. A breeze washed over his face. Something was… off.
He was sure that he didn’t leave the bathroom window open when he left for work.
He stood up straight once more, walking over to the bathtub, reaching over to shut it.
The tub was wet.
Something was definitely wrong.
Aizawa’s breath hitched. He still had his capture weapon slung over his shoulder, and he was in his own home. So he was surely the one with the most advantage, right?
Right?
He slowly walked out of the bathroom, his socked footsteps silent on the wooden floor; his capture weapon at the ready. He quickly checked every room in the house, before he made his way to the last one.
His bedroom.
The door was shut. Aizawa gently pushed it open, wincing as it creaked. He peeked his head inside, looking around. Suddenly, he froze, eyes wide.
Mic was in his room.
He was wearing a large black shirt and boxers. Boxers that Aizawa was pretty sure belonged to him. Mic’s hair was slightly damp, long and blonde and beautiful and flowing and-
Aizawa stepped back as the man turned to face him, losing his string of thoughts.
“Shouta!” He exclaimed, stepping forward excitedly. Aizawa could only stand there, staring at him. The other man frowned.
“Oh come on, don’t look so unhappy to see me, Kitty,” He purred, pulling Aizawa back into the room. It was like he had given up control over his body the second he saw the other man… like he was a puppet. Aizawa swallowed thickly, it was like there was a large lump in his throat. He could feel tears prickle behind his eyes.
“What are you doing here?” He asked hoarsely, it was the only thing that he could mutter out. He was still in shock. Aizawa’s breath left him as he was pushed onto the bed, capture weapon tugged from his hands. Mic paused before answering.
“Last time…” He trailed off.
“I felt like I left a bad impression last time...leaving you like that.” Aizawa broke out of his trance, scoffing.
“A bad impression? You kidnapped me and tied me up, you perverted villain.” He tried to buck Mic off of his hips, all he got was an iron-strong grip on his waist instead.
“Well.” Mic hissed out, suddenly angry. He looked Aizawa straight in the eyes, as if he dared him to use his quirk.
“What if I want to make up for it? What if I want to make you cum this time...don’t get me wrong though, I don’t regret what I did.” He grinned, sharply. Aizawa stuttered out a broken sigh.
“And why should I believe you? Why should I let you do this to me? I could fight you instead.” His tone was low, but firm. He just wanted to sleep.
“Here’s the thing, kitty. You don’t have a choice. I’m going to make you feel good, and you’re going to thank me like the good little bitch you are. Understood?” Aizawa’s cheeks flushed, eyebrows furrowing. He tried to get up again, pushing Mic off of him. Rolling off of the bed, he looked down at the blonde villain.
“Get out of my house, Mic, and I might just be merciful next time we meet on the battlefield.” As soon as he had finished speaking, his wrists were tied together with his own weapon, and he was forcefully yanked back onto the bed. A loud laugh filled the low lit room.
“Merciful? Really now, Shouta. Pretending like you’re the one in control? I didn’t know that you were that deluded.” He straddled Aizawa’s hips once more, slightly grinding down against him. Aizawa had to refrain from groaning. He hadn’t let anyone touch him since his last time with Mic… he hadn’t even touched himself.
Mic pinned Aizawa's tied hands above his head, leaning down to pull him into a deep kiss. He bit at his lips, causing Aizawa to gasp. Mic’s tongue immediately invaded his mouth, seemingly mapping out every ridge and bump. Slowly, the villain started to move his hips as they continued to kiss, rubbing their growing erections together. Aizawa couldn’t help but press up against Mic too, grinding back against him. He felt the other’s hand travel down his torso, creeping under his shirt and ghosting its way across his abs, he flinched as he felt a sharp pinch at his nipple. Aizawa turned his head away, breaking the kiss, gasping for air as he did so.
“More…” He whispered out. He knew that he wasn’t going to be able to get out of this, just like the other two times it had happened. It was better to just accept it - even enjoy it.
He didn’t care that he was being violated anymore.
“I thought you’d never ask, kitty.” He felt Mic smile against his ear, moving lower to plant heated kisses down Aizawa’s neck, nipping and sucking the soft, tender skin. Aizawa gasped, shivers running through him at the intimate act. He ground up against Mic harder.
“Y-You said that you wanted to make it up to me...come on. Give me what I want.” He said breathily. Mic only chuckled at his desperation, moving down to sit between Aizawa’s legs. He tugged his pants and underwear down with ease. Aizawa groaned as he was immediately enveloped by a hot, wet heat.
Mic swirled his tongue around the tip of his dick, before pressing a kiss over his slit, licking the pre-cum that dripped from it. A hand trailed between Aizawa’s legs, gently massaging his balls.
“A-ah!” He stuttered out as Mic licked him from base to tip, swirling his tongue around the head once more before taking his length into his mouth. Aizawa’s hand shot down to grasp at the blonde locks, twisting it tightly in his grip. Mic moaned, sending vibrations through Aizawa’s dick. He forced the other’s head down, making him take more of his length. He could feel him swallowing around him, trying to keep the spit from overflowing out of his mouth. A gagging sound could be heard as he dick hit the back of Mic’s throat. He kept Mic there for a few seconds, before letting the other pull up for air.
Aizawa was surprised that Mic let him treat him that way.
His thoughts veered off its rail as soon as he felt teeth gently drag over his length, and he was surrounded by Mic’s warm mouth again. Mic hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard. Sweat dripped from Aizawa’s body, the humid room only growing hotter by the second. He barely had time to warn Mic about his orgasm, only being able to groan and arch his back, eyes rolling as he came - his first orgasm in months… given to him by the same person that made him scared to have sex.
Mic swallowed the abundance of hot, thick cum. Wiping the rest from his mouth with a smile. He looked up at Aizawa’s flushed cheeks and glassy eyes.
“We’re not done yet, Kitten.” He reached to the bedside table, a bottle of lube sat there. Had Mic brought his own? Because Aizawa was sure that he didn't own any.
He breathed heavily as his thighs were tugged apart, his hole on display for Mic. He winced at the sound of the bottle opening, a slick sound soon followed. Aizawa tensed as he felt a finger trace over his rim, pressing in gently. It pumped in and out of him at an even pace, before another one was added. He gasped lightly at the stretch, and Mic grinned as he scissored Aizawa’s ass open. If only his Villain colleagues could see him now. He had one of Japan’s top underground heroes writhing under him, begging for more.
He felt like a god.
“Feeling good, Kitty?’ He asked, his hair falling like a curtain around them. He leaned forward, pulling Aizawa into another kiss. This one was softer than last time. He gently wiped the tears that pooled in Aizawa’s eyes. He looked at him as he licked it from his thumb.
“Yes, Sir.” Aizawa whispered, eyes hazy. Mic’s expression turned into one of surprise. He pumped into Aizawa’s ass with more vigour, biting his lip to refrain from saying anything that could pull the other man out of his headspace.
“You’re going to be good for me, baby boy?” He whispered into Aizawa’s neck, licking at the shell of his ear. Aizawa shivered in response.
“I will… sir.”
“Good Kitty.”
Mic added another finger, scissoring Aizawa open, hard and deep. He pulled the hero in for another kiss, nipping on his lips, licking at the wounds after. He pulled away, tugging on Aizawa’s swollen lips as he did so.
Mic lubed his own dick up, pulling Aizwa’s legs around his hips. He pressed inside slowly, both of them gasping at the feeling. Mic’s hot, pulsing length speared Aizawa deeply, rubbing against his walls, hitting his sensitive prostate just right. He bit at his lip to muffle his sounds, hands grasping at the sheets to ground himself.
Mic fucked him hard and rough, two large hands grasped his hips for leverage, pulling his hips higher, fucking him deeper. It burned, but it burned wonderfully. Everytime the villain pulled out so just the tip was inside, he could feel his rim flutter around it, as if begging for more. His walls milked at the thick length, still sensitive from his last orgasm.
Aizawa could feel the warmth pool in his belly again, ready to explode. He barely had time to call Mic’s name before he came, gasping and groaning in pleasure, vision blinded as he was brutally fucked throughout it. Soon, hot cum followed, drenching his insides white. He cried out at the feeling, tears pooling in his eyes once more. All that could be heard were their laboured breaths. Suddenly, he was pulled into a sweet kiss, a stark contrast to what Mic was doing to him before.
They clung to each other, shaking. Mic took a few deep breaths, before standing up and pulling his clothes back on. Aizawa sighed, refusing to look at the blond haired villain.
“It could have been like this the first time, Shouta. I could have taken care of you.” Mic smiled at Aizawa, he slipped his boots on, tying his hair up messily.
“Maybe you’ll listen to me next time.” Aizawa closed his eyes for a second, trying to process Mic’s words - and when he opened them, he was gone.
He sighed, before his eyes widened in realization…’next time’?
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