After learning that a dangerous weapons dealer may be in cahoots with the League of Villains, Aizawa knows he can't let this man walk free. Aizawa follows him into the League of Villians lair, but what happens when the beloved pro hero is captured by the very man he was supposed to hunt?
Author's note: hi lovelies! this post features Aizawa×older!male reader. This is a one-shot, and likely will not be expanded further. Reader is alluded to being an older wealthy gentleman with his hands in dirty deals, but not directly part of the League of Villians himself. POV alternates between Aizawa, Reader, and third person. Thank you to @princeasimdiya12 for requesting this! ♡
Content Warning: kidnapping, restraints, dub con, chastity cages, hypnosis, male squirting, degradation,use of vibrators, overstimulation, male n!pple play, shoe riding, abuse of power. Manipulation, implications of master/slave BDSM dynamics towards the end.
Aizawa lets out a startled grunt as a large hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling the hero's head back in one easy movement. The hold was demeaning; making him feel as though he was no better than a small kitten being grabbed by the scruff of their neck in correction.
Relying on honed instincts as he tries to get clear eye contact with the man currently holding him by the neck, his quirk is rendered ineffective as his vision was blurred at the edges. He could faintly make out key features like dark slicked back hair, a grey suit and ruby red tie, and a hooked nose- and yet his eyes were lazy and unfocused, as if trying to peer through smudged lenses of glass.
When Aizawa had been tipped off that the older gentlemen in a suit and carrying a metal briefcase may have direct involvement with the League of Villians, he had been quick to act. The League of Villians were powerful enough individually with their quirks, but if human weaponry was involved in their upcoming plans, he feared what would happen to innocent citizens if this rumored deal was successful. However, the man seemed to have caught wind of the pro hero on his tails and had set a trap instead. Slinking back in the shadows and waiting until the hero was distracted by toga and two face arguing - taking advantage of his window of opportunity.
"Don't you pro heroes learn? Little heros shouldn't stick their noses where they don't belong."
Aizawa's eyes narrowed as he once again attempted eye contact with the older gentleman, needing to get the upper hand in this situation. Instead of the intended effect, his vision blurs further and his limbs begin to feel weighed down as if being dragged under water. Who was this man, and why was his quirk not working on him?
"Not to worry though, a pet can always learn new tricks with the right teachings. Let's see how handsome you'll look on your knees."
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The wealthy gentleman reclines in his loveseat across from the slumped over hero, tapping his finger on his glass of whiskey patiently. After watching the pro hero collapse to the ground, it had been easy to load Aizawa into his car and bring him back to his home office. He had been reluctant to do so but had eventually settled on restraining the pro hero's wrists with rope and covering his eyes with the ruby tie he had slipped off of his own neck. Until he was confident that the hero had been lulled into full submission of the mind, this would have to suffice for now.
A sharp inhale of air guides his attention away from his glass just quick enough for him to watch as Aizawa slowly sits up, trying to get his bearings. He knew the man's back likely ached from the way he had been bent sideways for so long and his wrists were pinned together but what was most important was Aizawa's current mind state- disoriented and groggy enough to leave him relaxed, making him malleable to bend to his will.
He leans forward and slips one curled finger under the ruby toned tie to remove it, gently shushing the younger man when Aizawa flinches away at the touch. He leans back and patiently folds up his tie once more; seeming amused when Aizawa's eyes glow red from the activation of his quirk. He could see the pro hero was already trying to twist out of the rope restraints around his wrists but he makes no move to correct Aizawa just yet, allowing the younger man to learn on his own that these knots would not be undone so easily.
"Don't bother, your quirk is useless on me. Some of us weren't blessed with quirks like you. For people like me,we have to learn how to rely on other weapons to gain power in this world."
A scoff slips from Aizawa's lips, his wrists continuing to twist back and forth inside the restraints.
"is that what I am for you then? Another weapon to brand and then sell on the black market?"
The man's lips curl up into an amused smirk, his body leaning forward to rest a hand on the pro hero's knee.
"Amusing idea, but not quite. I have a more..personal use for you, pet."
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"Relax your mind, pet. You are safe with me. Let your mind empty, and focus only on my words."
The younger man's eyelids flutter closed as he listened to the other man, willing his mind to empty. He had already accepted the fact he wouldn't be able to get out of these restraints anytime soon, and he was beginning to lose hope. While this older man was quirkless he was not powerless completely- the soothing drawl of his voice slipping into his ears and wiggling into his brain, infecting his every thought. The man knew how to spin every word to his charm and every touch to his benefit and to Aizawa's own humiliation, it was working on him.
"Very good, pet. You have nothing to fear. You are in very capable hands. Forget about being Eraser head, forget about being a teacher. Your life will be so much simpler, once you have an Open Mind."
The other man adjusts Aizawa on his lap, continuing to stroke his thigh soothingly. It had taken a bit of cooing on his part before Aizawa was willing to actually allow this but his continued patience had succeeded- and the younger man's calm behavior was being rewarded with gentle pets. He presses a soft kiss to Aizawa's temple before sliding his free hand up, rubbing his side.
"I can take care of you pet, you just need to trust me. Let me take care of all your needs, little hero. Keep an Open Mind, pet. Lift your hips."
Aizawa pushes his hips up, watching as the older man easily tugged down his pants and let them drop to the ground. His boxers were quick to come next, and yet the expected shame he assumed would come never follows.
"Open Mind.. i wish for you to spit on my hand, pet"
The connection between the phrase "open mind" and the following command was already beginning to link in Aizawa's brain, the results of the other man's hypnosis. He dips his head down and spits a glob of saliva into the other man's palm, groaning when he rewards his behavior with a few pumps of his now slick fist around his length. Each of the other man's movements were steady and calculated, always maintaining control at every moment. Aizawa was his to play with, and he would not let the younger man learn that his authority could be questioned.
The rough skin of the other man's hand on his embarrassingly hard length felt satisfying- the drag of rough skin and the slippery texture of his saliva acting as lube making his eyes roll back. He grunts as he rocks his hips up, fucking his length into the older man's fist over and over again. He grits his teeth each time the other man squeezes his length or lightly smacks the tip of his length against his belly, smearing sticky pre cum onto his skin in thin strings.
"Feels good, doesn't it pet? This is what you needed- what you'll always need from now on."
Aizawa grits his teeth at the other man's words and in a momentary lapse in judgement to try and save the withering remains of his pride, he snaps out the first response that comes to mind.
"I don't need shit from you, old pervert."
The other man tuts lightly at Aizawa's words; pulling his hand away from his throbbing length with a deep sigh. The younger man chokes down a reluctant whine when the much needed friction is taken away, his hips bucking up into the air before going still once more.
"Hmm, perhaps you haven't fully learned your place just yet, pet. Pets who speak out of turn don't get what they want."
The other man leans over, pulling out a small box hidden under his desk. He pulls the lid off, revealing a plethora of toys ranging from whips to ball gags- assorted items that had Aizawa instantly regretting his earlier words.
The younger man is forced to watch as the other man pulls out a small silver contraption of interlinked metal coils- a cock cage. The other man secures the cage into place, watching the younger man jolt at the sensation of cool metal wrapped around his heated skin. Aizawa naively assumes that was the extent of the toys that would be used on him- only to cry out in surprise when a buzzing vibrator is pressed against the small opening at the tip of the cage, pressed directly against his slit.
The younger man's eyes bug open in alarm before his back curls up, letting out a drawn out groan as he's worked over the edge mercilessly. The buzzing sounds echo in the room for only a few brief moments before he keens loudly and pushes his hips up- thick globs of cum spraying out and splattering onto the office wood floor.
The older man chuckles in amusement at just how pathetic the scene had been, finding it equal parts endearing and arousing. He holds the vibrator in place for a few more moments, only satisfied when the other man's body starts to violently jerk, and his squirt joins his previous load on the wooden flooring.
He finally clicks the vibrator off and sets the toy down onto his coffee table in front of them, one patient hand rubbing Aizawa as he shivers through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Without giving the younger man any more recovery time he curls his hand around Aizawa's jaw, shaking his head slightly to get him to focus.
"Open Mind, pet. I Wish for you to kneel at my feet."
The older man watches as Aizawa's blissed out form slides off of his lap, grunting as he moves to stand. He slides down onto his knees, moving until he was straddling the other man's right leg. He lets out a shaky exhale as he tried to ease the tremors wracking through his body, his mind thoroughly guided into submission following the intense pleasure he had been subjected to. His previous attitude had slipped away in favor of letting his mind remain empty of any more thoughts- his brain feeling as if it had been stuffed with cotton as he awaits the next command.
"I Wish...for you to grind against my hand, pet. Let's see how messy you can get for me."
The other man carefully twisted off the very tip of the cock cage, leaving the metal contraption locked around the rest of the younger man's length. He gives a few lazy rubs of his knuckles against Aizawa's slit before instead curling his pointer finger around his tip and using the pad of his thumb to rub his frenulum; seeming amused at the hero's responding low whine.
The other man continued to keep his pointer finger and thumb curled into a small circle shape, stroking up and down at a leisurely pace. His cheek rested in his other palm as he stared down at Aizawa's face, finding his fucked out expression amusing. It was clear the younger man was completely out of his element with experiences he had never tried before and he found it endearing how easy it was to make the pro hero a puddle. The thought of keeping the pro hero all to himself was sounding more and more tempting- he wouldn't mind having such a pretty toy kept safe in his home rather than running around playing hero or training useless brats with quirks. He slips his fingers away from his tip and when Aizawa lets out a keening whine in protest he flicks the tip with his middle finger, watching a few droplets of the younger man's previous load splatter onto his slacks from the impact.
"don't forget your place, pet. Your pleasure is solely mine to decide when you can indulge. Everything you'll ever have will be because of me."
The pro hero's face scrunched up into ecstasy, his ears ringing as his eyes squeezed shut. This felt nothing like the occasional times he had curled his own hand around his length in an attempt to release built up tension- and he had no clue that orgasms could feel this euphoric. Everything felt simpler when he could trust only in the older man's words, taking it as gospel truth. He was so lost to the sensations he didnt even realize that another orgasm had been pulled from his body, his length twitches and bobs periodically as he cums into the other man's cupped palm. He hisses weakly when the weak twitches of his hips earns a thumb rubbing against his leaking slit from the other man, forced to have his third orgasm drawn out as his body curls forward and his cheek squishes against his knee.
"Doesn't this feel better? no thoughts, no responsibilities. Life can be so simple for you, pet. All you have to do is stay with me."
The older gentleman croons to him while carefully cleaning up the mess still cupped in his palm, finally pulling away and giving Aizawa the opportunity to catch his breath. It was a small mercy for the pro hero to gather up his strength once more, and his previous obedience is rewarded with light strokes of his fingertips through his hair.
Aizawa's body had been slumped forward too long for the older man's patience after 2 minutes, and he was desperate to watch the trembling hero come undone again and again until Aizawa would only know that heavenly pleasure he alone could provide. He slides his hand down to Aizawa's chest and captures the right bud between two fingers, pinching with a light pressure. His tone never changes but the look in his eyes makes it clear to Aizawa that obedience was expected, and nothing less. Aizawa's recovery period was over and the older gentlemen had no intention of allowing him further pampering.
"I didn't tell you to stop yet, pet. I Wish..for you to grind against my shoe, give me one more pretty orgasm."
Aizawa's hips rock forward once more in a mindless jittery pace, forced to ride through the waves of overstimulation wracking through his body. It felt strange to continue on like this even after coming thrice as his own previous sexual encounters never stretched this long, and the test of his stamina was brutal. The cool metal against his length felt agonizing when grinding down against a leather shoe like this, yet his mind and body were at war, and his body was forced to endure more in favor of appeasing the command from his new puppet master.
His chest heaved with weak pants for air and his head dipped down, jaw slack and tongue hanging out of his mouth. Everything felt overwhelmingly addictive- the lines between pain and pleasure blurring until he couldn't imagine having one without the other- and his hands grip onto the older man's grey slacks before cumming again with a shaky cry. Thin ribbons of his seed splatter onto the laces and pointed tips of the older man's leather shoes, leaving behind milky puddles as evidence of his weakness.
"very good, pet. You're learning just as quickly as I had hoped."
The reassurance from the older gentleman hardly rings in the pro hero's ears, the static buzz in his mind making it too hard to focus. His mouth was bone dry now and his weeping tip sagged against the laces of the older man's boots, desperate for even more of that jaw clenching pleasure. Aizawa attempts to force his aching limbs into action, his thighs trembling, only for the movement to be stopped by two fingers curling under his chin and tipping his head up.
"oh no, don't bother moving, pet. I'm never letting you go. I can't lose my favorite toy now, can i?"
