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For my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Aizawa and a male reader in an Aladdin AU with harem boys and chastity please? In the story, Aizawa is a street rat who's arrested and brought to the sultan for punishment. The sultan aka reader sees that he's quite handsome and proposes that Aizawa either spend his life in prison or he works for him as a harem boy. Aizawa chooses the latter and is given a harem boy uniform and a chastity cage. The story would focus on Aizawa contemplating how he feels about having his body be used for sex for the reader compared to scraping for food and survival. What do you think?

I am so sorry that this took so damn long. Study got in the way more than I expected and then my motivation just died. But here it is, finally. Enjoy!

The Sultan and His Pet: An Aladdin X BNHA AU

Sultan!Y/N X StreetRat!Aizawa

Word count: 5k+

Tags: smut, dom!reader, sub!Aizawa, chastity cages, harem, punishment/reward system, pet names, slightly rough, p in a, male reader

Summary: Aizawa is a street rat doing what he can to get by. But he is caught and taken to the Sultan for judgement. He is offered a choice. He chooses the Sultans harem. Now he must live his life in servitude. But is it really all that bad?

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"Shit shit shit, fuck shit" the words raced out of my mouth as fast as my legs were beating against the ground. All I wanted were a few bronze rings. Worth a few dinar at most, not even enough to feed me for the week. And now I was being chased down the street on an empty stomach, my sandals worn through to my feet underneath, the dust and rocks scraping at the sole of my foot. But I didn't have time to worry about any of that. None of it would matter if I was stuck in a jail cell. Which I wouldn't be, I haven't been caught in my 26 years on the streets.

I weaved through the market the thunderous roars of the palace guards assaulting my ears from behind and beside me. There was banging, items falling off stalls, and a mess of bodies. I pushed past people as I ran through the market, trying to stay low and put as much space between the guards and me as possible. Pushing at shoulders and backs, whatever those people had been holding were cluttering onto the dusty bricks of the street. The guards created even more chaos than I was. And I was supposed to be the street rat.

I run past an empty stall on my right and skitter to a stop sending a spray of rocks forward. I turn back and frantically climb as I hear the sound of the guards getting louder behind me. As I swing up from a rafter onto the crumbling fragments of the roof I feel the zip of something cutting through the air behind me and hear a high thwip as the guards slash their sabres at my feet.

"Come back here you thief". I glared back down at the one who yelled at me and continued to climb, he wasn't following me but I wasn't complaining.

From this angle, his face looks stretched and his hair is greasy and plastered to his forehead. He looks like a common thug. A ruffian like him in the royal guard was a concept I wouldn’t understand when someone like him was here trying to persecute me. I’m sure he’d done much worse in his time before employment in the royal guard.

I find purchase on the edge of the adjacent building and pull myself up onto the roof, kicking up sand and dirt as I scrabble to get a hold of the edge. I turned back to look down at the guard, he was now joined by two of the other men who had been following him. In the moment I thought I might be safe up here, I’m being yanked onto my back by my scarf. I fall onto my arse and look up as three more guards walk into my view.

“Damnit” I mutter under my breath

As roughly as I had been shoved to the ground I was being pulled to my feet again, crudely being forced into a pair of metal cuffs. I push and shove and even manage to land a punch on one of the guards but his friend gets one back and sends a blow to my stomach that has me doubled over in pain. I try and keep my arms close to my body and away from the invading hands of the guards. As I continue to fight the guards take another approach, instead pushing me to the ground again, my face scraping against the dirt. They yank my arms back behind me and finally force the cuff around my wrists. I grunt with the strength at which they pull me up again and the angle that my arms are pinned. I turn to the only guard currently in my view and lunge for him, trying to force him back and off the roof but it doesn’t work.

My chest rises and falls rapidly from the exertion, my hair has clumped together with sweat and dirt and it hangs in my face, obscuring my vision. Underneath the black stands hanging in my face, I glare at the guards, he opens his mouth to speak and pushes his face into mine. Spitting as he talks.

"You are lucky we have orders to take you to the Sultan. I would gut you like a fish right here on Captain’s orders if it weren’t for him"

I simply continue to glare, he says it like it’s something to grateful for, the best scenario would have been him falling off the building and me getting away.

But the Sultan? I had never seen the man in the flesh, I usually stayed off the streets when his big processions were being led through the town centre. I had no care for royalty. What good had he ever done for this kingdom anyway, a ruler that is as merciful and gracious as they say he is would not leave his people to starve and steal and beg on the streets. But he would, as all rulers do. Sit on their thrones in silk gowns with maids as far as the eye can see. A beautiful queen by their side and not a callous on their hand.

But I still wondered why I would be taken to the palace. Surely, I would have just been locked away, even for such a petty crime, and especially since my crime was only petty, why bother the Sultan over it?

Though I had heard among the other thrives that the Sultan had ordered his guards to take all male prisoners to his palace before detainment. Whatever that was about. I guessed soon I would find out.

As I was ushered through the streets I tried desperately try and break out of my bonds, slip the cuffs over my wrists or at least off of one hand and make a break for it. But the 6 guards they had sent for me didn’t make it easy. Apparently, my reputation preceded me. I had come to be known as ‘Spider-Monkey’ around the kingdom for my ability to quickly escape capture with agility and ease. The rooftops had been my greatest allies until today. My scarf believe it or not was also useful, it was sturdier than it looked and had held my weight three times over.

I struggle and fight back the entire way to the palace entrance. Through the palace grounds and up the steps to the throne room. By the time we had gotten to the doors, I had three men pressing me forward, two with their hands on my shoulders and one on the back of my neck. We walked the length of the throne room until I was held to the spot at the bottom of a dais as one of the guards presented me before the Sultan. ‘How formal’ I think sarcastically.

“Your Majesty we caught this thief trying to take off with some jewellery from a market stall. We brought him here before you for judgment, as per your wishes.”

I feel the guards press on my shoulders and attempt to force me down, but I fight back, struggling against their weights, yanking my shoulders away and shoving my entire body with as much force as I can muster into the guard on my left. He falls away from me but I am soon struck in the back of the knees and clatter to the floor, a sabre now held, threateningly, underneath my chin. I whip my hair out of my eyes and hiss at the man holding the sabre to my throat.

I turn to look at the Sultan who hasn’t said a word and glare at him too. I was not going to be treated like a dog for this tyrant's amusement. To my confusion, the Sultan is smiling. Sitting with his legs crossed and his elbow resting on the arm of his throne. Based on the position of his hand I can tell he must’ve been resting his head on his hand but he was now sitting upright, a glint in his eyes.

He tilts his head to the side as he examines me “You are quite the little scorpion, aren’t you?” he says it darkly with something like delight laced underneath it.

If it weren’t for the sabre under my throat I would have lunged for him too.

“Please, please, away with your swords, he is a guest after all” Reluctantly the sword is removed from my neck and sheathed back into the guard's belt, but he does not remove his hand from the handle.

I squint at his choice of words. Guest? If this is how he treats his guest then I would hate to see how he treats his enemies.

“Do you know how lucky you are?” The Sultan continues “Most would not get the opportunity I am about to bestow upon you, most would have just thrown you straight into a cell” he stands from his throne as he says this.

He walks down from his podium, his silk dragging across the floor as he does. That bastard wastes extra fabric to just have it trail along the floor behind him whilst his people have to search the streets for scraps. My own clothes are discarded garments and whatever was left of my previous outfits. Bits and pieces of so many scraps. This self-righteous bastard.

He walks to me and stops in front of me. Looking down at me from where he stands. He stands there observing me. Like an item in the market, he wished to purchase. A small smile played around on his lips. A glint of what seems to be want or desire in his eyes.

My insides coil at the thought of desire, I fear I may now know why he's been calling for every male thief to be brought to him for judgment now. He reaches his hand out to touch a lock of my hair and I pull my head back. I can't go very far in place on my knees on the floor but it's far enough. I will not have him touch me.

"Don't" I manage to say. I spit out the statement with as much hatred and contempt I can muster into my mouth.

But his smile only grows, now more obvious "My little Scorpion does have a stinger"

I grimace at him "I am not yours!" I raise my voice as I say this, disgust and anger flooding my bones, but the guards raise their swords at me.

The Sultan rolls his eyes "I told you put those away-" he turns back to look at me "-you might want to reconsider. I’ll cut to the chance since you don’t seem to grasp your situation. You are here because I am offering you a choice. You either stay with me, join my harem or you spend the rest of your life in a cell where you can rot" The smile fades from his face when he says rot

I gulp, nothing sliding down my throat except empty air. When had my mouth gotten so dry? The threat of two fates, neither of which I desired now hung over my head. Option 1: stay and become the Sultan's plaything and spend the rest of my life in servitude to him or Option 2: rot away in a cell-as he had so crudely put it.

Neither choice was applicable and I hate to think that life may be better under his servitude.

But it is the only real choice, it is closer to freedom than a cell would ever be, and whilst I am still of use to him he has to keep me healthy and at that bare minimum alive. I look away from him as I ponder this, not wanting to meet his eyes while he waits in anticipation for my choice. Defeated and not knowing what else to do, I make my choice. I may have more luck escaping the palace than a jail cell.

“I’ll join you” I whisper, my voice low and guttural. Anger bubbles inside me but I keep it down, and swallow my pride, it wouldn’t do for me to lose my head. I see a hand enter my view and my chin is pulled up

“What did you say Scorpion? I am your Sultan you will look at me when you speak to me” The desire I had once seen in his eyes now diminished and replaced with irritation.

“I take your offer to join you” He lets go of my face as the smile returns to his face

“Wonderful” he says it slowly and his tone sends a shiver through my scalp and down to my spine. “The guards will take you to your chambers and give you your uniform, I will be expecting you in my bed chambers tonight” The smile doesn’t leave his face as he turns back to his throne and sits upon it once more “Have him ready by sundown”

I am brought to a room that looks like a common space fit for 50 people. It is large, with cushions, several tables and chairs and even a fireplace, with a crackling flame licking around the logs. Inside are at least 6 other boys, all of them seem to be around my age. One thing I notice that irks me however is the seemingly nonchalant air they all have about them, like they are living life to the fullest despite the present situation. How are they all so calm? I assume at least that they are here for the same purpose I am, they are all wearing a uniform that seems slightly provocative, but befitting of a harem. Am I going to have to wear that?

I am escorted past them and into an adjoining room that is laden with beds, all of them lined up in rows a few feet from one another, upon first examination I guess there are about 20 or so beds, some of them with boys sitting on them others vacant. Some seem to have been used quite recently, others are pristine and untouched. I am ushered towards a bed that is resting upon one of the walls and I notice something that is amiss from the bright colours and comfortability of the rest of the room, beside the bed is a chain with a cuff attached to the end of it. The metal looks old, but not rusted, meaning it has been in use recently.

I narrow my eyes at the item but have no more time to question it when I am being forcefully handed a bundle of clothes and being ordered to strip.

But before I can put my new set of clothes on the guard is stopping me. Pulling out a small contraption made of leather and metal. I look at it confusedly, the shape doesn't make any sense until the guard is forcefully grabbing me by the hip and forcing the thing onto my member.

"What the fuck!?" I yell shoving him away but not before he locks the chastity cage around me.

"Get dressed" he says

Begrudgingly I do so, glaring at the guard and wishing I could choke the life out of him right here.

I steped into the new uniform. The fabric is soft, softer than anything I had ever worn, or stolen. There were a pair of trousers, they were ruby red, with a small waist and small ankles but they were puffy around the legs.

But instead of an accompanying shirt, there was a gold chain, one end attached to the back side of the trousers but the rest was loose. It took me a few moments to figure out how this was supposed to be worn. I ran my fingers along the loop that connected the first chain to the two I assumed were supposed to rest on my torso, but above those two chains was another, it was a lot smaller and connected by a loop to the first one. I fiddled with it pulling the chains around until I realised what it was, this garment was connected to a collar.

He wanted me to wear a collar!

That self-indulgent bastard. He was making me into his plaything. Using me like a toy, and treating me like a trophy. ‘He didn’t even earn me himself’ I think darkly, it's humorous. Almost.

I feel an unease settle in my stomach but the guard is shouting at me to hurry up and I do, he then gathers up my old clothes, scarves and sandals included and tucks them into a satchel hanging from his chest, he then takes the cuff I had been eyeing earlier and locks it around my ankle.

“Wouldn’t want you slipping away, rat” He says, a vile smirk on his face.

I sit on my bed crossing my arms over my chest, in this outfit I feel more exposed than when I had no clothes at all. Something about this outfit feels revealing making me feel like an object. I lower my head and let my hair fall into my eyes. What had I done in a previous life to deserve a fate such as this, yes I stole, but I would not have had to steal if our oh-so-grasious Sultan had not left his people to live on the street and scavenge for whatever they could get their hands on.

Why were people like me left to rot whilst he thrives and then when we stoop below a level he set because of the conditions our lives were left in we are left to be punished? I am beginning to fill with resentment as I regret my choice, the jail cell seems much more applicable now.

I look up slightly to watch the other boys across the room, they all seem perfectly content, a red-haired boy and a blonde-haired boy are talking over a deck of cards, the blonde one yelling curses as the red one throws his hands up in victory, they all seem perfectly fine with their fates. It's unnerving.

As I'm watching the blonde boy begin to stand and attempt to pounce on the red-haired boy the door to our communal area opens and a set of guards approaches me. Is it sundown already? He unlocks that chain around my ankle and takes me by the arm, he pulls me towards the door and slams it behind us when we are through. Momentarily I think to run but I wouldn’t know where to go and there are guards at every corner, forlornly I think of my scarf that I left by my bedside. Pitifully I wish for some semblance of my old life, I wish for the ability to run through the streets and to spend my days resting on the dusty rooves of the sandstone houses, I wish to spend my nights watching the stars float by in the sky. I wish for my freedom, no matter how hungry or lonely I was. It was better than this fake paradise.

But my fate rushes towards me when I am face to face with an ornately decorated set of double doors, the guard knocks twice on the door, the sound resonating through the halls.

He is sitting lazily on a plush chair near the fireplace where a small flame is crackling. He gestures for me to approach him and slowly I do. My feet press into the cold tiles of the room and I silently wish I had my sandals back, despite their worn-out quality I still had something familiar and stable under my feet. The floor beneath my feet feels harsh and nothing like the sand and dust I am used to.

It’s almost too clean, something I’d never thought I’d say.

I walk over and stand awkwardly in front of him. Unsure of what he wants me to do, my skin crawls with anticipation and not in a good way, the hair all over my body feels like it is pulsing with this horrible tainted electricity.

The Sultan looks up at me, a small smile on his face and he points to the floor in front of his feet. I clench my teeth and slowly bend down to rest on my knees on the floor in front of him

“Well aren’t you obedient, that’s good” He sits up now and runs a hand through my hair, tousling it and twisting the strands in front of my face.

“Tell me, how did someone as handsome as you get tossed out on the streets? You are such a rare beauty and yet there you were, crawling in the dirt-“ he pauses, contemplating a strand of my hair before he says “-A diamond in the rough, as it were”

I want to hiss at him, break away from his hold and his gaze and lash out at him. He really does not understand the state of his kingdom, how could he when he spends most of his time here, pleasuring himself to pass the time. A man as proud as this should not be fit to rule.

But instead, I stay silent and hold his gaze, a dead look in my eyes as he asks the question. At this, the smile slips from his face and he removes his hands from my hair. Replacing it at my jaw as he grabs my chin in his hands and pulls it and me up towards him.

“You will answer me when I ask you questions or there will be consequences. Now I ask you again, why was a boy like you on the streets?” he presses his nails into the side of my face.

“I don’t have a family, didn’t ever have one to take care of me. So I did what I had to” That’s all he’s getting.

Anger boils inside me, it's not like he cares anyway, knowledge is power and he will use any information I give him against me.

He lets go of my jaw now and I swallow. He considers me a moment then the smile returns to his face.

“It seems I may have saved you then, didn’t I? Now you have someone to look after you, and someone you can…help in return” At the word help he begins to pull down the fabric of his şalvar to reveal his slightly hard cock.

I swallow and I regret this decision instantly, the smile on his face grows and suddenly the fire beside me is nothing compared to the one I see in his eyes.

“A little eager aren’t we? Or are you nervous? Either way, I can’t wait to see how well your lips fit around me” he strokes himself a few times and his already interested cock seems to pulse in earnest.

My heart is beating in my chest, is this a fate that is better than the inside of a jail cell? Was I worth this much? Was my freedom and autonomy worth this much? I didn’t know, at least not yet. Swallowing nothing except my pride I curl my toes underneath my feet and raise myself onto my knees. I look up briefly and see that his eyes are locked onto my face, I look away, but the only other thing I can look at is his cock that sits mere inches from my face.

Breathing deeply I open my mouth and put the tip into my mouth, the soft flesh of it resting on my tongue. It’s not big, but it’s enough to fill my mouth. I wrap my lips around it and slowly try to take more into my mouth, I lick at the underneath of his cock as I take in a few more inches before my jaw begins to ache in protest. The saliva that accumulated on my tongue is now coating the flesh that sits in my mouth. I flick my tongue over the head and I hear him groan above me.

“Such a good boy…keep going” He pants lightly.

Taking another deep breath I take a few more inches into my mouth and then begin to bob my head up and down, the head now pressing into the back of my throat on each re-entry. I gag a little but keep going and he begins to groan louder and louder. I keep going, working at a pace that is fast enough to please him but not so fast that I injure myself.

“Mm, fuck…more my little scorpion” and he puts his hands in my hair again and pulls my head up, the seal I had created with my lips makes a popping sound as he pulls my head back, not all the way off but enough so I have room to speak.

“I want it all the way down your throat” and before I can even answer he is shoving my head down again. His cock hitting the back of my mouth and pushing its way further into my throat. I gag with the force and I close my eyes, tears beginning to form.

“Mm so good, ngh, almost there” He pulls my head up and pushes it down again and again, my throat relaxes eventually but the muscles of my legs begin to cease and I’m aware of an uncomfortable strain under my cloth.

To my horror, my own cock has begun to harden, but it can't, not fully because of the chastity cage and I desperately want to reach down and fix that, but there is no way for me to do anything when the Sultan has the key.

I feel his cock twitch and pulse several times until he's coming. The hot and sticky liquid sliding down my throat and over my tongue. He pulls out of my mouth with a wet pop and I sink onto my calves, my mouth still open slightly, his seed dripping from my tongue. My throat feels slightly raw and my jaw aches but other than that I’m fine, and the thing that scares me the most is that I didn’t hate that.

What is wrong with me?!

My own cock throbs painfully, it is strained across the leather and metal of the chastity cage, unable to fully extend. It throbs painfully, and my body betrays me further, as I let out a little whine. I look up to find the Sultan looking down at me, what a sight I must be for him to look at me with such lust.

“If you do one more thing for me I will consider opening your cage. But only if you do this for me” I nod, trying to not look eager but the pulsing of my flesh straining over the now warm metal is driving me insane.

He orders me up, moves aside the cloth of my undergarments and pulls me over to his lap. “You looked so beautiful down there, but now I want you up here with me” he rubs a hand over his cock which is covered with my saliva and the remainder of his cum that isn’t trailing down my throat, and pulls me up onto my knees on his chair

“Can you take it for me like a good boy?” my breathing is shallow and catches at the words ‘good boy’ Mmy body gives me away in the pleasure I am receiving from this attention.

I can almost believe I am worth something to him. Almost.

The best I can say is “Mmhmm” knowing that my voice will falter if I say any actual words. He brushes a hand over my hair and hums before pulling me over his lap and lining his slick cock up with my ass. Holding my hips he pushes me down slowly, my unprepared ass straining at the intrusion. I pant as he gets the first few inches in, he’s groaning as well. Then a few more and I can feel the flesh of my ass stretching over the slickened flesh of his member.

I grab onto the arm of the chair for purchase, my body is slowly warming up, that small wave of heat spreading from my pelvis to the rest of my body, that warmth begins to cloud my mind until a moan is pulled from my throat, as he pushes me further down he brushes against a soft piece of flesh inside of me and I shudder, moaning again.

He begins thrusting, his pace slow at first but then he gradually speeds up keeping a steady rhythm and my body is jerking up and down on his lap, I have to bite my lip to the point where I'm sure I’ve split the skin to keep quiet but it doesn’t help much.

After a while my back is aching and my brain is as foggy as a cloud-filled sky, he slows, not completely but just enough that I can be present when he asks “I don’t even know your name, my little scorpion. Tell me, then I’ll take your cage off and finish this quickly” But I can't answer my mind is in some far away, blissed-out place and I can't form words properly, my attempts at a response are slurred and I just can’t say it. He keeps thrusting up into me and my grip on the chair tightens.

“I just need one little word” but I can’t, I try too hard but I can't and he sighs, he keeps thrusting into me, harder faster and faster until I hear him groan and feel that same warm and sticky liquid fill me up. He pulls me off and I slide off of his lap and onto the ground. Panting and heaving. He grabs a cloth I didn’t notice and wipes himself off, dumping it back onto the chair. My heart is hammering and my head is swimming, I don’t ever remember feeling anything else this intense before.

But what I do know is that my own cock is sitting there, straining against the metal and leather, unsatisfied due to the material that restricts it. I see the Sultan's feet walk into my gaze and his hand reaches for my face pulling it up

“You did well, but not good enough. I told you that when I ask you a question, you will answer me. And you didn’t, so you don’t get to finish” I whimper and he lets go of my face.

The guards escort me back to the common space, my clothes still covered in his seed and my own saliva. It’s humiliating, walking through the halls in this mess and having to walk past each of the boys to my quarters on the other side of the common area. But they seem non-plussed, this must be a regular sight for them. I will not understand how they can be so calm and at peace with this situation, aside from the irritation and burning in my gut for not being able to get off myself, I just had my body used for pleasure like a toy and like it?

Had they struggled with the same internal conflict? Or were they fully complainant in their fates?

Either way, it didn’t matter, I don’t know my way out, at least not yet. And deep down, some part of me doesn’t even want to leave.

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