𝙔𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝘽𝙣𝙝𝙖 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨

𝓐𝓲𝔃𝓪𝔀𝓪 𝓞𝓷𝓮-𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽 🍋

 genre/warnings: smut, converse, yandere! Aizawa, Aizawa kidnapped the reader but she's kinda into it lol. NSFW (BDSM, bondage, inappropriate capture weapon usage lol, bratting, oral sex/throat fucking, unprotected sex)

You had grown oddly comfortable in the situation presented to you. At first, you had abhorred the man that confined you to this home. Though as the days blended together, you welcomed the mundaneness. You thought of the positives: at least you were taken in by a person you knew and not a complete stranger.

The history between you and Aizawa was fleeting. It was nothing more than you both going to the same school, you were a support student while he was working his way to being a hero. You were a first year and he was a third year, on his way to graduating. Of course, a man like him didn't have time for someone so seemingly insignificant. Like any other schoolgirl with a crush, you watched from a distance. Notebooks filled with scenarios of him sweeping you off your feet, but it was nothing more than that. As the years flew by, those childish daydreams floated away from your mind.

Aizawa was a thing of your past. Until he wasn't. After he saved you from a low-profile villain that robbed the coffee shop you ran, his face was something you saw frequently. He used the excuse of needing his daily dose of caffeine. You smiled at him, choosing not to point out you didn't need to know why he came to your store. Everyone needed coffee, especially with the busy schedule he ran.

Once a week turned into a couple times a week until it blended into him coming multiple times a day. At first you were freaked out at how sometimes he wouldn't even order anything, he would just sit and stare at you almost like if he didn't watch you, you would disappear. Like you were a figment of his imagination.

It shouldn't have come to a surprise when one day you had woken up in his apartment, thankfully still clothed, instead of your own. You tried to bargain with him that you had a life too, but every plea was met with a blank look he would give his students. Aizawa was a stubborn man and no matter how much you tried to break his steel exterior, it was futile.

As time passed, you grew bored of being a doll locked up in a playhouse. Despite this, Aizawa wasn't an unreasonable man, if you behaved he let you go outside as long as you were with him. Though your coffee shop had to be closed down. How could you run a business when the store could only be open for maybe three hours out of the day, at most.

At least life was a lot more simple—not easy—simple. You had rules to abide by and Aizawa was strict, never lenient. You were to make sure the house was clean and organized, you kept yourself healthy, shared dinner with Aizawa and by no means try to leave the house. So simple that it was difficult to squash the want to cause mischief. As you laid in bed with your beloved, a plan formed.

"Let me braid your hair," you spoke into the morning air.

Aizawa glanced over to you from where he came out of the bathroom to get ready for a relatively unbusy day. The mammoth of a man, came out in only a towel. You swallowed at the familiar sight of his built form. His chest was decorated with a pleasing amount of chest hair. He had a rare day off from both hero work and being a teacher.

"What are you up to," he said, going back to the closet. You eyed as he put his boxers on from under his towel despite the amount of times you saw each other naked.

"Nothing," you pouted.

"You think I don't know you by now?"

"Just come here."

He sighed. Picking out a pair of black sweatpants, he dropped the towel to put them on. Aizawa finally acknowledged your command, turning to you as he put on a long sleeve to match his black bottoms. He swiped the brush on the vanity.