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It was just like any other morning in class 1A, all the stupid extras were being loud as hell, Bakugo was sooo over it, and just like usual Aizawa walked in with that tired, can’t be fucked face of his. Everything was normal, that is until Aizawa opened his mouth. “Everyone be quiet and sit down. If anyone interrupts me, I’m walking straight back out,” everyone took their seats quickly and was for once actually silent “……good. Now, I have a mission to attend to this afternoon and the commission has instructed me to bring one student with me,” the entire class suddenly erupted into shouts of ‘me, me, pick me.’ Bakugo would be lying if he said he didn’t want to join in, of course he wanted to attend the mission, but he locked his jaw and ground his teeth. Ain’t no way was he about to beg like the rest of these idiots.
Aizawa just stood there, his fingers finding the bridge of his nose in annoyance, sighing. “I thought I told you all to be silent!” His voice was louder than usual, but not quite a shout. “Yelling out and raising your hands will change nothing. I’ve already chosen the student that will accompany me on the mission.” Everyone groaned in unison but eventually quieted down.
“Now, as I was saying, the commission is trial running a new system, in which students from hero classes will take part in missions alongside a pro hero. The pro heroes…lucky enough to be apart of this trial, are of course UA teachers.” This announcement may be out of the ordinary, but Aizawa sounded just as bored as usual, his eyes pretty much half closed as he spoke.
“Like I said, I’ve already chosen a student. We must leave immediately, the rest of you will have classes with Present Mic today. Bakugo, let’s go.” The class once again erupted, this time in jealous whines. Bakugo was so surprised however, that he was practically a statue in his chair.
Aizawa started walking out of the class, stopping at the door when he realised Bakugo wasn’t following him. “Bakugo, hurry up. I haven’t got all day,” Bakugo scrambled out of his chair, grabbed his bag and joined Aizawa out into the hall.
Aizawa didn’t speak, he kept a steady pace and kept his eyes forward. Bakugo had the urge to ask. Why me. But why wouldn’t it be him. He is the best after all. Bakugo sneered as he continued to follow Aizawa out of the building and into the teachers parking lot.
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The briefing for the mission was incredibly boring, or at least Bakugo thought so. It had been over an hour, but the guy from the commission was still going over the details. Aizawa sat at the table next to Bakugo, his arms crossed over his chest, but seemed like he was actually paying attention, Bakugo, however was over it. “Hey sensei, how much longer is this going to take?” He leaned in close to his teacher, talking as quietly as he knew how to. Aizawa side eyed him but said nothing.
Tsk. Why does he have to be so serious all the time. “Oi, sensei. I’m bored,” Bakugo decided to try again. Aizawa sighed, but turned his head towards Bakugo. “Do you want to be here or not? Just be quiet and pay attention will you.” Bakugo rolled his eyes but sat up straight, leaning away from his teacher.
Bakugo struggled to pay attention the whole time, but he got the gist. A small team of five, including himself and Aizawa, were to bust down the door to an abandoned building that a few villains were using as a hide out and arrest them all. Pretty simple, apart from the fact that the commission only had details on the quirks of two out of five villains that were suspected to be in the abandoned building. But whatever, Bakugo wasn’t worried, the plan was for each of the five heroes to pretty much call dibs on a villain once they were inside the building and then secure them, easy.
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Now that the mission was actually about to start, Bakugo’s adrenaline was pumping. He felt so ready for this. He wasn’t happy about the fact however, that he would be the last one to enter the building. But whatever, he’ll deal with it. “Are you ready?” Aizawa looked down at Bakugo, placing his hand on Bakugo’s shoulder. He shook it off. “Tsk. Of course I’m ready. I’m the best,” he knows Aizawa is just asking to ask and that he’s probably not actually concerned that Bakugo isn’t ready for this, but Bakugo just can’t help answering in an arrogant, annoyed tone. “Ah huh..” Aizawa sighs but continues to talk. “Well I picked you for a reason…just, try to stay close to me okay? We don’t really know what we’re getting ourselves into here. The commission wasn’t as informed as I would have liked.” Aizawa’s face changes from unreadable to slightly annoyed. “Yeah, yeah whatever. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” informed or not, Bakugo wanted to get in there already. “I mean it Bakugo, stay close to me,” Bakugo looked up at his teacher, he wanted to argue, but he knew better. “Okay. I got it.” With four pro heroes in front of him, the signal to enter the building was finally given.
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Within seconds, it was absolute chaos. The first three heroes had already begun their pursuit and were engaged in battle with the villains, loud noises echoed throughout the building, debris rained down upon them. “Bakugo, there! Follow me!” Aizawa had located the fourth villain and took of after him, Bakugo trying his best to stay close without using his quirk, as it was already too difficult to see, dust heavy in the air.
Bakugo lost sight of Aizawa for mere seconds, before emerging out of a dust cloud to find his teacher had already managed to disable the villain, who was currently knocked out and tied up on the floor. “What the fuck! How are you so fast?!,” Bakugo was both annoyed and impressed. “Language Bakugo…” Aizawa walked towards Bakugo, placing his hand on his shoulder, “its experience. Nothing more,”how did Aizawa manage to sound bored even during a fight? Bakugo scoffed.
Suddenly Bakugo felt a shift in the air and caught a glimpse of someone speeding towards them, moving around in a weird pattern, using the dust as coverage. Before he could say anything, a glowing, transparent ball blew through the dust, straight towards Aizawa’s back.
Without thinking, Bakugo rushed forward, pushing Aizawa out of the way with enough force to push him to the ground. He braced his arm in front of his body, ready to blast the glowing ball away, but it was too late. At the last second, the ball doubled in speed and sped straight at his chest. A blinding white light lit up the whole building and Bakugo dropped to his knees.
His ears were ringing, he couldn’t see a thing and his throat felt tight, like someone was strangling him. Bakugo started gasping for air, hands flying up to his throat. He felt something there, something hard and cold. He tried to speak, but nothing came out.
Just as suddenly as he lost his senses and his ability to breathe, it all come flooding back. “Bakugo! Bakugo! Can you hear me?” Aizawa was kneeling in front of him, the warmth of his hands radiating heat through his arms where Aizawa held him. His face came into focus then, all worried and pinched together.
“Sensei….” Bakugo’s voice was raspy, but barely above a whisper. “Bakugo, are you in any pain? Are you okay?” He could feel his teachers warm hands wondering over his arms, his shoulders, his neck. “I’m….I’m fine. I…I’m not in any pain,” he was feeling pretty fine actually. “Okay, I need you to stay right here. I need to capture the villain. Do not move!” And with that, Aizawa took off, out of sight and into the dust.
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It felt like mere minutes, but at the same time a few hours, before Aizawa was once again kneeing in front of Bakugo. “Are you okay?” “Yeah. Did you get him? Did you get the villain?” Bakugo looked over Aizawa’s shoulder but couldn’t see anyone. “Yeah. I got him….I tried asking him about his quirk but he wouldn’t speak. The commission guys are taking him into custody for questioning now.” Bakugo nodded but didn’t speak.
“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Bakugo had never seen his teachers face look so concerned before. It was kind of nice, to see an expression that wasn’t annoyance or boredom. “I’m telling you, I feel fine…..what. What are you doing!” Aizawa reached up, brushing his fingers across Bakugo’s neck. That’s when he realised. When he realised that something was there.
Bakugo’s hands flew up, but Aizawa grabbed him by the wrists before he could get there. “You shouldn’t touch it. We don’t know what it could be,” Bakugo eyed his teacher, tried to read further into his expression. “What is it? What’s on my neck?” Bakugo was practically yelling at this point.
“Try to stay calm Bakugo. It’s a….it’s like a metal collar or something….it has a padlock or something on the front. In the shape of a heart…” Bakugo was ready to explode.
“Huhhh! What do you mean a collar?! And a heart?! What the fuck is this shit?!” He started thrashing around, tried to get out of Aizawa’s grip so he could check it out for himself. But Aizawa was surprisingly strong.
“Bakugo please. Please stop moving.” Despite the situation, Aizawa managed to speak calmly. His voice somewhat calming Bakugo down in the process. “Good. Now, I’m going to let go of your hands okay? Don’t touch your neck. I mean it.” Aizawa now wore the face of a teacher ready to scold someone.
“Okay….okay, I won’t. I promise….I’m good.” Aizawa sighed and slowly let go of Bakugo’s wrists. He wanted to reach up to his neck so badly it was killing him. But he managed to restrain himself. Aizawa stood up and offered Bakugo a hand. “Can you stand?” Of course Bakugo could stand, he rose to his feet, smacking his teachers hand out of the way on the way up. “Tsk. I told you. I’m fucking fine.”
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It was a long ride back to the commission HQ, or at least it felt like one, with Aizawa side eyeing Bakugo the whole ride. It made his skin crawl. “Stop worrying about me already! I said I’m fine!” Aizawa sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, pulling his gaze away from Bakugo. “We don’t know that. Not until we know what the villains quirk is.” “Tsk. Yeah whatever. Just stop looking at me already!” Bakugo slouched into the seat of the car, forcing himself to also look away from his teacher.
Finally the car pulled to a stop and they were ushered into the building, into many elevators and down many corridors, until they were ordered to sit and wait in a small room that looked like a police interrogation room.
They were both sat at the small table in the middle of the room. Bakugo had his arms crossed over his chest, his leg bouncing on one of his heels. Aizawa sat completely still, so still you would think he’s petrified. The room completely silent.
Eventually it became too much, Bakugo pushed his chair back and started pacing. “What the hell is taking them so long?! Just fucking torture the guy or something. Make him speak!” Aizawa sighed for the hundredth time today. “That’s not very hero like Bakugo,” Aizawa eyed Bakugo carefully, checking for any signs of change regarding his body and behaviour, but he seemed pretty normal. For Bakugo that is.
Bakugo’s pacing continued for what felt like over thirty minutes. So Aizawa decided to try and distract him. “I should scold you, you know,” “huhhh! For what exactly?!” Bakugo finally stopped pacing. He looked seriously pissed off. But Aizawa decided to continue anyways. “For pushing me out of the way. It was stupid.”
“Oh well sorry for saving you! So damn fucking ungrateful!!” “Bakugo. It’s not your job to protect me. You’re my student. I’m meant to be protecting you.” Bakugo stared at his teacher, a mix of anger and something else flashing across his face. He went to open his mouth once more to start yelling, however before he got the chance the door swung open.
A short, meek looking man sulked into the room, looking quite on edge. “What the fuck took you so long huh?!” Bakugo was beyond angry now. “Sit down Bakugo,” Aizawa’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was so full of authority that Bakugo felt like he couldn’t refuse. So he also sulked over, and sat himself down in the chair next to his teacher.
“Yes, well….sorry for the wait. It took some time to…get as much information on the villains quirk as possible…..” The stupid commission guy sat there. Rubbing the back of his head, looking quite nervous. “Spit it out all ready!” Bakugo slammed his hands down on the table, making it rattle. “Bakugo,” Aizawa gave him a stern look, stern enough for Bakugo to shut up and sit back in his chair, crossing his arms.
“Umm…well, before I explain…I think it would be best for you to leave Eraserhead.” Now it was time for Aizawa to loose his cool, just a little. “What are you saying? He is my student, he’s here with me. That makes me his guardian. I’m not leaving,” Bakugo looked over at his teacher, who was currently giving the commission guy a deathly look. “I understand that…but..the nature of this quirk is….I think it would be most appropriate for you to leave,” seeing Aizawa so angry was kind of funny to Bakugo, the poor commission guy was literally cowering. “…..please leave. You can wait in the hall just outside…” Aizawa didn’t move.
“Tsk. It’s fine. He can stay,” Bakugo spoke up. Who the fuck cares if Aizawa is here to hear what ever the fuck is going on. Bakugo just wanted to know already. “But….” “I said he can stay! Get on with it!”
The man glanced between the two of them, looking reluctant to speak. It made Bakugo sweat. How bad could it really be? “Hurry up. You heard him. Explain everything right now,” Aizawa sat up straight, once again rigid. “Okay…okay.” The man sighed and opened the notebook he was carrying with him.
“After interrogating the villain, this is what we have found out. His quirk is a…..sexual based quirk….basically when his quirk activates, the person hit with his quirk must have sexual intercourse to be freed from the collar….” The room was completely silent. That is, until Bakugo exploded. “Huuuh!! What the fuck?! That’s so fucking stupid. I’ll just leave it on then!”
“….I’m afraid that’s not possible…the collar will explode within 24 hours of activation if sexual intercourse is not performed…with enough force to blow your head right off. You will die.” For once, Bakugo had nothing to say. He slumped back into his chair. What the actual fuck. It was Aizawa who started speaking. “Isn’t there…can’t the villain deactivate his quirk or something?”
“I’m afraid not….his quirk only has the ability to activate. Not deactivate.” Bakugo was spiralling. Who the fuck was he gonna have sex with? He was a fucking virgin. He didn’t want to die. No way. Not before he became a hero. The best hero. “I…I…I don’t wanna die!” He blurted it out, involuntarily.
“I understand this is a lot to deal with…..but there’s more I need to tell you. Details and….conditions of such regarding the deactivation of the collar.” Bakugo said nothing. Suddenly he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, he looked up to see Aizawa’s outstretched arm. “Bakugo. I know how you must be feeling right now. But let’s listen to the rest of the details so we can figure out what to do, okay?” How Aizawa manage to be so calm in this kind of situation, he didn’t know. Bakugo nodded.
“Okay…so there’s a few rules that must be followed to ensure deactivation….first one is, both parties participating in the sexual intercourse must….orgasm…one than once, the orgasms must be reached through penetration….oral sex or just touching will not count…” Bakugo heard everything that was being said, but at the same time, he felt it all go over his head, that was until, he heard the next line. “Lastly, and most importantly…the person you must engage in sexual intercourse with, is the last person you touched before being hit with the quirk. Do you remember who that was?..”
Bakugo’s head snapped to the side, in unison with his teachers. They stared at each other, a mix of emotions flashing over their faces. Aizawa was no longer looking so calm and put together. Aizawa quickly turned his head back towards to man, “the touch..does it have to be skin on skin contact to count? He…before he got hit by the quirk, he pushed me out of the way. But..but it was over my shirt. He didn’t touch my skin.”
The man sighed, whipping his sweaty forehead. “I’m sorry to say…but, even a touch over clothing counts. It doesn’t have to be skin on skin contact…” Bakugo continued to look towards his teacher, but it appeared Aizawa couldn’t, or didn’t want to return his gaze.
“So..to summarise, you must have sexual intercourse…with multiple orgasms by around 2pm tomorrow. It is now 6pm….according to the villain, it is fine to take breaks between each orgasm, as long as each person orgasms more than once within the 24 hours. Oh, and there is no rule indicating whether the person hit with the quirk has to be on the giving or receiving end….so you can work that out amongst yourselves….And of course, Eraserhead, you will not be charged with underage sexual assault or anything like that given the circumstances…..We will provide you with a hotel room for the night. I’ll go make the arrangements. Excuse me.” And with that, he left.
“Fuck!” Aizawa dropped his head into his hands. Bakugo had never heard his teacher swear before, hearing it somewhat helped clear his mind. He was still freaking out of course, but…he felt a little reassured now that he knew who he’d be having sex with.
“I’m sorry Bakugo…” Aizawa started mumbling through his hands. “I shouldn’t have brought you on this mission, I…I should have been the one to get hit by the quirk, at least then….tsk. dammit. Why did you have to go and push me huh? It should have been me!” He kept his head in his hands. Bakugo sighed. “Yeah? You sure about that sensei? Do you not remember who’s shoulder it was you decided to put your hand on right before I was hit by the quirk? Huh? It was me idiot. It would have been the same either way.”
Aizawa looked up from his hands. Bakugo had never seen his teacher look so stressed before. All Aizawa managed to say was, “Fuck,” Bakugo scoffed. “Yeah, fuck.”
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Before long, the man came back for them, guiding them through the building once again and back to the car. If Bakugo thought the car ride before this was uncomfortable, then this was complete hell. Aizawa chose not to talk to Bakugo, chose to not even look at him apparently. When Bakugo realised who it was he was going to be having sex with, he felt somewhat relieved, he trusts Aizawa after all, but now he was feeling anxious again. Aizawa clearly did not want this. Of course he didn’t. Why would he. Knowing Aizawa didn’t even want to look at him, let alone touch him, made Bakugo feel sick. But he tried to ignore it.
Luckily it wasn’t too long before the car pulled up in front of the hotel. The man that was driving the car got out, opening the back door for Aizawa to get out, Bakugo followed. The car door slammed shut behind him, making Bakugo jump. He tsked himself for being so on edge. “Here,” the man handed a large brown paper bag to Aizawa. “Inside are some spare clothes…and stuff. And here in the room number,” Aizawa grabbed the small piece of paper, “it’s been arranged so that you don’t need to talk to reception. Please go straight up to the room, it will be unlocked. You may stay until tomorrow 2pm if necessary. And please feel free to order anything from room service.” With that, he go back into the car and drove away.
They both stood there, watching the car leave, prolonging the time until they inevitably had to enter the hotel. Bakugo couldn’t move. He couldn’t. He didn’t want to look up at Aizawa, just to see him looking elsewhere.
“Hey,” Bakugo was surprised to hear Aizawa speak, “you good?” Bakugo sighed and turned towards the hotel, “yeah, I’m good.” He began waking towards the entrance, “….hey, at least the hotels nice. I thought they’d throw us in some dingy ass love hotel or something.” Aizawa just scoffed, but he followed behind Bakugo, letting him lead the way inside.
The hotel was nice. Really nice. They looked so out of place in their dirty hero costumes, but luckily there wasn’t too many people around. The elevator dinged open and they stepped inside. “What floor?” Bakugo looked over to Aizawa, who was looking at the piece of paper he was given. “Eleven,” Bakugo reached out for the eleventh floor button, his hand shaking. Dammit. Why did he have to be so nervous. This whole fucking thing was so stupid. He just hoped Aizawa didn’t notice his shaking hand.
Neither of them spoke as the elevator took them up to the eleventh floor. Aizawa made the first move to exit when the doors dinged back open, but Bakugo was stuck in place staring at the ground. The doors began to close again before Aizawa realised Bakugo wasn’t coming, he put his hand between the doors to stop them from closing. “Bakugo…” his voice was soft. Too soft. Bakugo hated it. It sounded like pity. Bakugo walked out of the elevator without looking up.
“This way,” Aizawa began walking to the right, Bakugo followed silently. They reached the door to their room quickly. Too quickly. Aizawa clicked it open and stepped inside without a single pause, probably worried somebody would see them. Aizawa held the door and waited for Bakugo to enter, closing and locking it behind him when he did.
The room was huge. The bed was huge. The windows were floor to ceiling, huge. Bakugo walked straight over to the window, the view was amazing, it was almost completely dark out so the lights from the city glimmered below. He could feel Aizawa lurking behind him, but several metres away. Probably trying to give him some space.
“We should wash up…you can go first,” Aizawa’s voice was strained, Bakugo could tell his teacher was trying to sound as normal as possible. It made his throat tight. “I’m sorry sensei….this is…you shouldn’t have to do this…if I really was the best, then…this wouldn’t have happened.” He stayed facing the window, unable to make himself turn around.
“Bakugo…” Aizawa crossed the room, close enough that Bakugo could see him in his peripheral. “I’m the one that’s sorry. This is my fault. I fucked up today. Not you.” Bakugo wanted to argue further, he really did. But the words just wouldn’t come out. He didn’t blame Aizawa for this, not at all. It was his own fault and he knew that.
“I’ll go shower,” Bakugo turned to make his way to the bathroom, but before he could get very far, Aizawa grab his arm. “Bakugo…are you sure you want to do this?” Bakugo looked up at him in disbelief, “what?! You want me to die or something?” “Of course I don’t. I just….this is a lot.” Bakugo couldn’t tell if Aizawa was concern for him or just really didn’t want to have sex with him. Either way it made his blood boil.
“Look. I’m sorry I’m such a fuck up okay! I’m sorry you have to have sex with me! You must be disgusted. I get it. But…I don’t wanna fucking die!!” Before he knew it, Bakugo had tears in his eyes. He snatched his arm away roughly and started for the bathroom again. He had almost made it this time, before Aizawa grabbed his arm once more. “Let the fuck go of me!” He started to struggle against the hold. “NO!” Bakugo stopped dead in his tracks, he had never heard his teacher yell that loudly before. A shiver went down his spine and his tears started to fall.
Before he knew it, Aizawa was in front of him. One hand stayed firmly on his arm the other found its way to Bakugo’s face. The hold was firm but gentle, forcing Bakugo’s neck back so that he could look at his face. “Listen to me Bakugo. This is not your fault. I’m not angry at you,” Aizawa sighed, “and I’m not disgusted by you. I promise. If anything….it’s the opposite. Please just…just go have a shower and we can talk more after. Okay?…” Aizawa’s voice was soft again, but this time it didn’t make Bakugo feel sick. It made him feel warm. Bakugo nodded his head as much as the hand holding his face would allow.
Aizawa let go and walked away, Bakugo almost immediately missed the touch. “Here, take these clothes with you,” he handed Bakugo some of the clothes from the bag, their fingers brushing. “Take as long as you need okay? We have time.” “Yeah…” was all Bakugo managed to get out before his feet carried him into the bathroom.
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Bakugo leaned on his arm against the shower wall, letting the hot water rush over his head and shoulders. It felt amazing, the grime from today finally washing away. He should be thinking, thinking about how to proceed with things after the shower. But his head was empty. Bakugo still felt nervous about the whole ordeal, but something in his teacher’s voice, and what he said, made Bakugo feel like he could relax and leave everything to him.
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Twenty or so minutes later, Bakugo stepped out of the bathroom wearing only two of the three items Aizawa had sent him in with. They immediately locked eyes as he opened the door, his teachers eyes however quickly snapped down to his legs. Bakugo suddenly felt self conscious, despite the fact that they were literally about to have sex. “I..the pants were too big…” Bakugo looked off to the side, too embarrassed to continue looking at his teacher. He felt his cheeks burn. So lame.
“It…it’s fine…I should shower too,” Aizawa walked towards Bakugo, stopping right before him. Bakugo glanced up through his eyelashes, but regretted it straight away when he saw his teacher’s dark eyes peering down at him. It made his stomach flutter. “Bakugo….” His voice was heavier now, but not stern. “I need to get into the bathroom.” He felt like such an idiot. He was still standing in the frame of the bathroom door. “Oh. Right. Sorry,” Bakugo stepped to the side to allow his teacher through. Aizawa glanced down at him once last time before walking into the bathroom, “I won’t be long.” Bakugo’s stomach practically somersaulted.
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Aizawa stepped into the shower, careful to not get his hair wet, which was tied up in a low bun. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t stressed. He felt guilty too. Guilty for getting his student into this mess, guilty that it happened because Bakugo was trying to protect him. Guilty because a part of him was looking forward to what was about to happen.
He had always thought Bakugo was attractive, he never thought however, that something like this would ever come to be. He was strict on himself, he never allowed his eyes to linger for more than a second on the boy, he couldn’t be caught staring, by Bakugo or anyone else. It was too dangerous and he knew it was wrong. Whenever he had had the slightest thoughts towards Bakugo that breached the teacher-student relationship that they had, he punished himself. Usually by working out until he felt like he was going to vomit.
Aizawa scrubbed his body clean, rubbing harder than necessary, angry at himself that his mind kept going back to the vision of Bakugo in just a shirt and boxes. The weight of the reality of this situation was dawning on him, he wanted to touch Bakugo, he wanted to see him underneath him, and he was about to get what he wanted. The more he could feel himself wanting it, the more he wished this wasn’t happening.
As desire took over his mind, so did the guilt. He may be getting what he wanted, but mixed in with the images of Bakugo spread out in front of him was the images of Bakugo’s scared, tearful face. His student was being forced to have sex with him, either that or die. Bakugo was going through a traumatic experience, something he was going to have to remember for his whole life, an experience that Aizawa was partly looking forward to. He felt sick.
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Bakugo jumped, whipping his head towards the sound of the bathroom door opening from his position at the end of the bed. His teacher walked out with only a towel around his waist, his eyes widened at the sight. “Sorry, I forgot to take the clothes in with me,” Aizawa grabbed the clothes and disappeared back into the bathroom, emerging seconds later fully clothed.
Aizawa walked over and sat on the end of the bed, leaving as much distance between them as possible. His movements were stiff, Bakugo could tell. And it made him anxious once more. “How….how are we supposed to do anything if you’re all the way over there,” Bakugo was trying to sound as normal as possible, but his voice still shook. Aizawa didn’t look at him but he stood, walked a little closer and sat back down.
“Sorry….” Aizawa finally lifted his head, looking at Bakugo. “I know I said we’d talk, but…..I don’t really know what to say.” Bakugo sighed, “yeah, well…me neither.”
Bakugo thought he’d be able to leave everything up to his teacher, hoped he would just take control of the situation and get it done. But it looked like Bakugo was going to have to take some initiative. “Look….I, I don’t really know how you feel about this. Especially after what you said earlier. But you should know….you don’t have to worry about me. I freaked out before yeah, but that was just because….” Because Bakugo was scared, scared that Aizawa felt disgusted by the idea of having sex with him, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it, in case it was true.
“Anyway, just…I’m fine okay.” Aizawa said nothing, staring at the floor once again “You’re being really difficult. You know that?” Still nothing. At this point Bakugo was starting to get annoyed. “Ugh look, I’ll tell you some stuff that might help okay?” Bakugo leaned back on one of his hands, trying to come off as more casual. “Let’s see….I’m a virgin,” Aizawa practically starting chocking on his own spit. “Bakugo, that is not helping,” at least Aizawa was finally looking at him again, even if his face did look slightly horrified.
“I’ve got more,” Bakugo decided to continue, “I’m gay. Surely that’s got to help.” At this point Bakugo was just trying to make his teacher feel better about the situation, but he was gay. He was pretty sure anyways. Aizawa sighed. “You’re gay?” “Well….I’ve never…done anything with anyone. But yeah. Pretty sure.” Aizawa turned his body to face Bakugo, opened his mouth and then closed it again without saying anything.
Bakugo could feel his face becoming warmer and warmer with each second that passed without a response from his teacher. He was starting to think he should have just kept his mouth shout for once. “You have a problem with me being gay or something…?” He meant for it to come out in more of an accusing tone, but he ended up just sounding upset instead.
“What? No. Of course not….sorry, I was just…surprised is all,” Aizawa sighed and ran a hand through his bangs that had come loose from his bun. “There’s nothing wrong with being gay Bakugo.” “Tsk, I know that.” Bakugo was pouting, he could feel it but he couldn’t stop. This conversation didn’t go where it was meant to, but at least Aizawa seemed to relax a little. “So then….you haven’t done anything..? With anyone?”
Bakugo’s pouting continued, “nope..” “Not even…a kiss, or something?” Aizawa’s eyebrows were raised, Bakugo started to feel a little embarrassed about his lack of experience. “Do I seem like the type of person to be going around kissing people and shit?! Huh?!” And so he lashed out, regretting it straight away.
Aizawa rubbed the back of his neck, “no, I guess not…sorry.” Now it was Bakugo’s turn to be unable to hold his teachers gaze, the embarrassment taking over. Aizawa looked over at the clock on wall, “it’s getting late, we should…how do you want to do this?”
“What. What do you mean?” How many ways was there to do this?! They just had to have sex right? “Well…I mean, the man from the commission said there were no rules regarding…you know…what position you take, so. Which would you prefer?” If Bakugo’s face wasn’t red before, it was definitely red now. He could feel the heat spread to his ears and down his neck.
“I…bottom,” it was barely above a whisper. Bakugo may not have ever done anything remotely sexual with another person before, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t thought about it, or tried touching himself in certain places…
”Are you sure? Being on bottom will…it’ll be tougher on your body.” Bakugo raised his gaze to meet his teachers concerned eyes. He tried imaging it the other way around for a second, but decided that vision was too horrifying, “I’m sure.” Aizawa continued to meet Bakugo’s gaze, “okay…if you’re sure.”Bakugo started freaking the fuck out. Holy shit. This was actually happening.
—
The shift in the air was almost immediate, Bakugo could feel it and he was sure Aizawa could feel it too, he could swear he saw his teachers eyes darken. “I….like I said, I haven’t….even kissed anyone before. Can we…can we start with that?” Bakugo tried to not sound nervous. But he was. How could he not be. He was about to have his first kiss and loose his virginity all in one night, with his teacher no less. His heart was beating like crazy and he was sweating like you wouldn’t believe. At least his sweat smelt like caramel.
—
Part of Aizawa just wanted to get straight to it, skip the kissing, skip the foreplay, skip anything that would make this harder to forget about once it was over. He already had enough trouble ignoring his desires towards his student as it was, how on earth was he going to ignore it once he had had a taste. But despite how hard it was going to be for him afterwards, he wanted to make sure this wasn’t rushed for Bakugo’s sake. If Bakugo wanted to start with kissing, they’d start with kissing. “Of course we can.”
Aizawa could see the blush on Bakugo’s cheeks, see the way his chest moved with every beat of his quickening heart rate, he had never seen the boy look so out of his comfort zone before. It was kind of endearing Aizawa thought. Endearing and intoxicating.
—
Bakugo tried to prepare himself for his first kiss, he took a deep breath in, let it out and licked his lips. He could not however, bring himself to lift his gaze to his teacher, knowing that when he did, receiving his first kiss would actually become a reality.
Aizawa reached out slowly, taking Bakugo’s face into his hand for the second time tonight. His touch was so gentle, it may as well not even be there, so Bakugo leaned into his teachers hand, trying to reassure him that it was okay. Aizawa’s touch gradually became firmer until he was tilting Bakugo’s head up to face his own. Aizawa gazed down at him, searching his face but didn’t make the final move.
Bakugo was screaming at his teacher inside his head to hurry up and just do it, but the words refused to make it past his mouth. Just then, Aizawa started leaning in, their faces merely inches apart, until their lips finally touched. It was soft and warm, and then it was gone.
Aizawa pulled back almost immediately, but only slightly, their faces still close. Bakugo was starting to get impatient with his teachers hesitancy, so this time he leaned forward and closed the gap between their lips himself. He was ready for more. He wanted more.
—
As their lips brushed together for the first time, it was too much for Aizawa. It was too soft, too warm, it was too good. He pulled back quickly, scared he was going to loose control. He was already breathing heavily, filled with want, he needed a moment to calm down but before he knew it, Bakugo was moving in for another kiss, their lips connecting once more.
The second kiss was harder, longer and wetter. Aizawa titled Bakugo’s head back even further, bettering the angle so he could brush his tongue against Bakugo’s bottom lip. The sound Bakugo made as he did, Aizawa was not ready for. He moaned against his mouth, breathy and whiny. It went straight to Aizawa’s dick. His control was slipping.
—
Bakugo moaned against his teachers mouth, he should have been embarrassed about the sound that just came out of his mouth, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel anything other than want. He wanted more, more, more. Aizawa’s mouth was warm, soft and firm all at the same time, his first kiss was beyond anything he could have ever imagined.
Aizawa began to pull away once more, but Bakugo quickly chased him, not wanting it to stop. “Bakugo…” Aizawa’s voice breathy but rough, he had never heard his teacher sound like that before, it sent a shiver down his spine. “Just shut up and kiss me sensei.”
—
Hearing Bakugo say something like that was something he had only ever dreamed of hearing, but it was also a nightmare. As his wanting grew, so did his guilt. But Aizawa knew, in this moment, the only thing he could do was ignore his guilty conscience and give Bakugo everything he needed to get through this and deactivate the quirk.
So Aizawa complied with Bakugo’s order, he kissed his student hard and long, he let go of his control and allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of Bakugo’s lips. Before Aizawa knew it, his hand was sliding up Bakugo’s bare leg, only realising what he was doing when his students breath hitched in his throat. He went to pull his hand away, but he was stopped. Bakugo’s hand resting a top of his own, pushing it into his thigh.
“Don’t stop…please…” Bakugo spoke barely above a whisper, but his plea was full of want. He slowly lifted his arms, first letting his hands land on Aizawa’s shoulders before snaking them around his neck. Aizawa felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end with the soft touch of his students fingers.
—
Aizawa’s hand remained on Bakugo’s thigh, but he was unmoving. His hands stay where they were and he didn’t move in for another kiss. Bakugo could feel the want coming from his teacher, he knew he wanted this. Or at least didn’t mind it. But he could also feel Aizawa’s unease. Bakugo wasn’t an idiot, he knew this must be hard for his teacher to accept. Having sex with someone underage, someone that is your student, anyone with morals would at least hesitate. But Aizawa had no choice and neither did Bakugo, they had to do this.
He thought about reassuring his teacher again, telling him that it was okay. That he was okay, but Bakugo wasn’t sure if Aizawa would respond the way he wanted to that, so he tried something else. “Sensei….please touch me. Please….I want it….I want you. Please….” His voice came out much more needier than intended, but it was true. He did want him. He needed his teacher to give him more.
Bakugo’s plan must have worked, because the next thing he knew, he was being guided down onto his back and into the mattress. The hand on his head remained but the hand on his thigh began to travel up his side. Bakugo stared up at his teacher and licked his lips, hoping it would entice him to lean down and kiss him. And it did. If Bakugo thought kissing while sitting up was good, this was a whole other story.
Bakugo tangled his hands in Aizawa’s hair, pulling him closer, the feeling of someone’s tongue in his mouth was never something he thought he would like, but now it was making him moan and pant like a bitch in heat. At some point Aizawa’s hand had found its way up underneath Bakugo’s shirt, spread out over his stomach until fingers brushed over his nipple, making him arch up into the touch and moan loudly. His nipples were sensitive, they always have been, but the feeling of someone else touching them was driving him insane. “Sensei….mmmm…ah…feels good…”
—
Aizawa’s control was steadily slipping away again as Bakugo continued to moan into his mouth, the boys body was so warm and so small compared to himself, his dick throbbed in his underwear, wanting, needing some attention. At this point he was so hard that it hurt.
Aizawa positioned himself more on top of his student, slipping a leg in between Bakugo’s and slowly grinded down, eliciting
the loudest moan out of the boy yet. He was more than glad to feel that Bakugo was just as hard as he was. Aizawa felt like a horny teenager all over again, groaning as he continued to grind down against Bakugo, who was slowly starting to grind back.
Aizawa could have never imagined that Bakugo would sound like this. So needy, so whiny. So unlike his usual loud, angry personality. Aizawa intensified his ministrations on Bakugo’s nipples, pinching the bud between his fingers, hoping to hear more. “Ahh…fuck. Sensei….mmm,” he should not like the sound of Bakugo calling him sensei, but fuck. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t.
—
Bakugo’s mind was clouding over, he couldn’t think about anything other than the feeling of the hands on his body, the lips on his lips, his teachers hard dick rubbing against his own. It was all too much, but at the same time not enough. He wanted to feel more, more warmth. “Sensei…ahh…shirt…take it off. Take your shirt off…mmm,” Bakugo began clawing at the back of Aizawa’s shirt, trying to pull it off, unsuccessfully.
Eventually his teacher took pity on him, pulling away and sitting back on his heels to take his shirt off. Bakugo was sure he had never seen anything so hot in his entire life. His teacher was towering over him, hair coming loose from his messy bun, his stomach and chest surprisingly sculpted. And then he saw the snail trail, thick and drawing his eyes down to the tent in Aizawa’s pants. Bakugo’s dick twitched. Yep, he was definitely gay.
Bakugo managed to break out of his daze long enough to sit up and pull his own shirt off, Aizawa’s gaze snapping straight to his perky pink nipples. “Fuck….Bakugo,” Aizawa pushed him back into the mattress, groping one of Bakugo’s impressive pecks, his mouth latching onto the other.
Bakugo keened as Aizawa dragged his tongue over his hardened nipple, pushing himself up into his teachers mouth. “Fuck….ahhh,” without Aizawa’s mouth to keep Bakugo quiet, his moaning escalated, “mmmm…sensei..ah! More….” Aizawa trailed his hand down Bakugo’s torso until his fingers brushed over his dick, “ahhhh!” He did say he wanted more, but at this point, Bakugo was already about to come.
“Fuck…” he was practically panting at this point, “mmm…lube….ahh is there lube?”
—
Aizawa stopped and straighten up, looking down at Bakugo panting beneath him, nipple all pink and shiny with his spit. Fuck, he looked so disheveled, it was the best thing he had ever seen. “Yeah….I saw some in the bag,” Aizawa’s voice was so rough it even surprised himself. “I’ll get it,” Aizawa reluctantly moved off of his student, Bakugo shuffling up the bed to the headboard as he did.
“Fuck..” Aizawa stood at the bag, looking inside. “What..what is it?” Worry in Bakugo’s voice evident. Aizawa reached inside, pulled out the lube and turned back around, awkwardly looking at Bakugo, “there is lube…but..there’s no condoms.” If it was even possible, Bakugo flushed an even deeper red, adverting his eyes, “oh.”
Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and walked towards the bed to grab his discarded shirt, “those fucking idiots. I’ll go get some.” “No!” Bakugo practically launched himself at Aizawa’s shirt, pulling it away before he could grab it. “I…it’s fine. We don’t need it…it’s…it’s not like I can get pregnant, so..” Bakugo looked like he was panicking, his eyes glassy.
Aizawa sighed, sitting down on the bed next to Bakugo. “Condoms aren’t just for preventing pregnancy you know..” “I know!…but…it’s fine right?…please…don’t leave.” Aizawa reached out and wiped Bakugo’s tear away. Aizawa knew he should go get some, it would be the responsible thing to do. But how was he meant to leave when Bakugo was begging him to stay? “Okay, I won’t go…if you’re sure.” Bakugo began pouting again, “I’m sure..” he really was so cute when he pouts.
—
Bakugo wasn’t quite sure why he lashed out like that, stopping his teacher from going to buy the condoms. He just knew he didn’t want to be left alone, scared that he would revert to freaking out about what they had to do if he was.
Aizawa sat on the edge of the bed, lube in hand, running his other hand through the loose stands of hair framing his face. “Have you ever…” Aizawa started to speak but trailed off, sighing. Bakugo knew what he was trying to ask, he wasn’t stupid, but a part of him wanted to hear his teacher say it. So he waited.
“Have you ever…touched yourself…back there?” His teacher looked so awkward, asking such a question. It kind of made Bakugo want to laugh, but he held it in. “Yeah…..I have..” he could see his teachers face redden. “But, nothing more than my fingers.” Bakugo had definitely played around with himself back there, but he didn’t want to give the impression that he was ready to take a whole dick. Even though, he was confident he could. He was the best at everything after all.
“Do you want to do it yourself..? Or….I can do it,” now it was Bakugo who was turning red. The thought of his teacher touching him there, opening him up, was a lot. But thinking about doing it himself, what….in front of Aizawa? No way. “…..you can…I…I want you to do it..”
—
Aizawa kept having the urge to ask Bakugo if he was alright, if he was sure about this. But there was no point, he knew it would just make the boy more nervous, and anyways, even if Bakugo wasn’t sure, there was no other way. Besides….being inside Bakugo…raw…just the thought alone was too appealing to argue against.
“Lay back down.” Bakugo did what he was told, it was strange to see him take orders, without arguing or yelling, to say the least. But Aizawa liked this more compliant version of Bakugo.
Aizawa discarded the lube to the side for now, this time positioning himself between Bakugo’s legs, Bakugo instinctively pulling his legs up to loosely rest by his hips. Aizawa dove back in for a long, heated kiss. Their mouths fit so well together, their motions were in sync, Bakugo’s lips were so soft, the inside of his mouth so warm, tonight definitely marked the best kiss Aizawa had ever had.
He felt his blood quickly flooding south once more, filling his dick until it was hard and rubbing against his students stomach. Bakugo’s moans picking up again as Aizawa kissed down his jaw and onto his neck, passing over the metal collar around Bakugo’s neck, an ugly reminder as to why they were actually doing this.
Aizawa stopped once he got down to Bakugo’s nipples, taking a moment on each one, licking, sucking and lightly nipping. The feeling of Bakugo pushing up into his touch turning him on that much more. He could spend all night just on Bakugo’s nipples but he reluctantly moved to trail kisses down his students stomach, brushing his lips lightly over the covered head of Bakugo’s leaking dick. “Mmmm…ahhhh,” fuck, he would never get tired of hearing Bakugo’s whiny moans.
—
Bakugo peered down at his teachers face, hovering above his dick, Aizawa’s eyes completely lidded over with lust. “Bakugo…I’m going to take your boxes off now,” he tried to answer or nod, he really did but all that came out was a breathy whine. Aizawa pulled his boxes down, slowly and carefully, Bakugo’s hard dick resting against his stomach shiny with pre come.
Bakugo was used to people looking at him like he was amazing, but he had never experienced someone look at him like this. His teachers eyes racking over his body, clearly filled with more than simple appreciation for Bakugo’s hard work. He could see the want in Aizawa’s eyes, it sent a shiver down his spine, his dick leaking even more.
Without warning, Aizawa’s face was suddenly back to being between his legs, his hands holding Bakugo’s thighs, a hot, wet stripe being licked up his shaft. “Ahhh..fuck!! Ah!” Bakugo gripped the bed sheets, “ahh, wait! Stop!” Aizawa lifted his head from Bakugo’s dick to see what the problem was.
“You…you don’t have to do that…just…” his voice was shaking. It’s not that Bakugo didn’t like it, he did. He just thought Aizawa would rather get it over with and skip the foreplay. “I want to,” his teacher practically growled. Fuck. “F…fine. Do what you want,” if Aizawa wanted to do it, who was Bakugo to stop him.
Bakugo tried to relax, prepare himself for more. But nothing could have prepared him for the wet heat that engulfed his dick. His eyes snapped down to see pretty much his whole dick down his teachers throat. Fuck. Bakugo wasn’t huge by any means but he was bigger than average, at least he thought so. He definitely thought he was too big for someone to be able to just sink down on his dick like that without building up to it first.
Aizawa slowly pulled off, keeping the head in his mouth, tonguing at the slit, then suddenly sunk back down. Bakugo threw his head back into the pillows, back arching, hands scrambling for his teachers head. “Ahh. Ahh. Sensei! Stop….stop…fuck. Fuck I’m gonna come! Stop!” Aizawa pulled off of his dick, letting it slap across his abs, Bakugo’s hands tangled in his hair.
Bakugo was shaking, he had never felt that good before, he was so close to coming he’s surprised he didn’t. “Bakugo….if you’re gonna come, then come. What’s the problem?.” Bakugo was panting, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck…there’s..there’s no point. I….I need to come during…during penetration right? If I come now…I don’t know how many times I’ll be able to come again….”
“We have all night….I’m sure you’ll be fine,” Bakugo’s heart skipped a beat. For the first time tonight, he felt a little scared. How many times exactly did his teacher intend to make him come? Was he always like this during sex? What the fuck.
—
Aizawa had never been more delighted to have a dick down his throat. His student’s reactions made it totally worth it. It’s not that he disliked sucking dick or anything, it’s just that whenever he had allowed himself to imagine this with Bakugo, it was always the other way around. It was always his dick pushing down, deep into his students throat.
He wanted to keep going, he really did. He wanted to feel his students come drip onto his tongue. But Bakugo was begging him to stop, his eyes getting teary once more. A part of him wanted to keep going anyway, make Bakugo cry out in pleasure and stain his cheeks with tears, but then he thought of something even better.
Aizawa took advantage of his students daze and moved down lower, licking over is his hole. Fuck, Aizawa had never seen anything more perfect. Bakugo was basically hairless a part from the thin blonde snail trail and scarce cluster of hair above his dick. His thighs were milky white, his hole pink and fluttering. He licked again, this time applying more pressure. “Ahhhh…sensei….this…this is,” Bakugo’s pants started getting faster “it’s gross…mmm. You shouldn’t.”
Aizawa didn’t listen, he couldn’t listen. He was way too absorbed in eating his students ass. Bakugo was still shaking, but his body started to relax, so Aizawa pushed his tongue inside, slowly stretching him out. Bakugo whined and pulled his hair, but didn’t tell him to stop. So he didn’t, gradually fucking him open with his tongue.
—
Bakugo couldn’t believe what was happening. His teacher was really eating him out right now and he could feel himself pushing back on Aizawa’s face. What the actual fuck. It felt so fucking good. But Bakugo was ready for more, he could feel himself clamping down on his teachers tongue, he was ready for something deeper. “Sensei…ahh..I..I need…more…your fingers…please…”
Aizawa reached for the lube without saying anything and flipped the cap open. Bakugo could still feel his tongue against his hole, but then there was something else too. Something a little colder and a little wetter. It rubbed over his hole, before pushing in slowly. Bakugo knew what to expect, he had done it himself many times but Aizawa’s finger was longer, thicker and the angle was completely different. He couldn’t stop the moan that passed his lips as the finger pushed in deeper than he had ever reached himself.
Aizawa worked him open, using his tongue and finger but Bakugo was getting impatient , “more…add another one…” His teacher obliged him right away, pulling his finger out and sliding two back in. Bakugo could feel the difference yeah, but he was sure he could take a third finger right here right now.
That was until Aizawa scissored his fingers, the stretch slightly burning. Bakugo couldn’t help but suddenly yelp. “You good?” Aizawa pulled his fingers out slowly. “I’m fine!” Bakugo felt embarrassed, but more so towards himself for just thinking he could take three fingers right now.
Aizawa sat up, whipping his mouth on the back of his hand. “I need to keep going, it’s not enough yet…” Bakugo pouted and looked off to the side, “I know….I’m fine. Keep going.” Aizawa sighed, pouring more lube onto his fingers and pushed in, dragging them in and out slowly. Bakugo tried to ignore it, tried to close his eyes but all he could think about was the fact that his teacher was completely focused, watching his fingers opening Bakugo up.
“Do you have to watch?!” Aizawa snapped his eyes up to meet Bakugo’s, surely startled by his sudden yelling. Bakugo could feel his face turning red. “It….it’s embarrassing…” Great. Now he was getting teary again. At this point Aizawa was gonna think he was a crybaby.
“Sorry….” Aizawa leaned down, grabbing Bakugo’s face with his clean hand and pressed his lips against his. Bakugo hesitated for a second, thinking about where his teachers lips just were, but all hesitation disappeared once he felt Aizawa’s tongue slide across his own, instantly melting into the kiss.
Bakugo reached his arms up, running his hands up and down Aizawa’s back, suddenly scratching him, the fingers inside his hole spreading apart for a second time. It was a strange feeling, but it didn’t burn this time, “ahh…sorry.” Aizawa murmured a ‘it’s fine’ against Bakugo’s lips, continuing to stretch him out, eventually adding a third finger.
One second Bakugo was simply enjoying the drag of his teachers fingers, the next, he was seeing white. Aizawa had curled his fingers, pushing up against his prostate. Bakugo practically screamed. “Guess I finally found it huh..” Aizawa was relentless, rubbing Bakugo’s bundle of nerves over and over, while kissing his neck behind his ear.
Fuck. Fuck! He was about to come. Just from his ass. “Ahhh stop! I’ll come, stop! Sensei…” Aizawa slowed his movements but didn’t stop completely. Bakugo could feel his building orgasm die down, but not vanish completely. Aizawa moved his mouth to Bakugo’s ear, “are you sure you want me to stop? Huh? Don’t you want to come?” Bakugo shook, he wanted it so bad. He wanted to come. But he knew he should wait. Wait for his teacher to be inside of him.
“Please….I’m ready….just put it in.” Aizawa slipped his fingers out, Bakugo could feel his hole clenching around nothing when he did, he already missed the feeling. “Are you sure you’re ready?…I…I’m pretty big…” he pulled back slightly to look at Bakugo’s face. Bakugo blushed, turning his head to the side. “Anymore of this and I’m gonna come before you put it in. Just do it already.”
Aizawa sighed, but pulled back onto his heels, slipping his hard dick out of his pants. Bakugo’s eyes widen, almost chocking on his own spit. Pretty big? He was fucking huge! “Wha..what the fuck!” Aizawa grabbed the lube, squeezing some straight onto his dick. “I told you..” he fucking shrugged.
Bakugo was beyond words at this point, his teachers massive dick was literally dripping pre come onto his stomach. “Should I open you up some more?” Aizawa starting reaching down, “No!…I’m ready,” Bakugo was definitely not ready but he couldn’t wait any longer and something about his teachers voice told him he couldn’t wait much longer either.
“Okay..” Bakugo watched as Aizawa grabbed his own dick, slowly stroking it once before lining it up. Bakugo felt it brush against his hole, he held his breath and squeeze his eyes shut. “Bakugo….relax.” He felt Aizawa place a hand over his stomach. “You need to breathe,” Bakugo took a deep breath in, then slowly let it out, opening his eyes.
“Good….that’s good. Don’t stop breathing okay?” His teachers voice was quieter than before, his whole demeanour softening. Bakugo felt himself starting to relax too. “…okay. I’m ready.” Aizawa lined himself back up and pushed in, popping the head of his dick past the tight ring of muscle. “Mmm… fuck,” Bakugo felt a tear drip down his face. Why did he have to be so fucking big.
“Breathe…” Aizawa caressed his face but continued pushing in slowly. “Ahhh…” it hurt, it did but it also felt…right. Like his insides had just been waiting to be filled up. “You’re doing good…I’m half way in..” Aizawa groaned, one hand finding its place on Bakugo’s thigh, the other holding his hip.
Honestly the fucked out look on his teachers face was enough to make his stomach flip, his throbbing, forgotten dick drooling even more precome onto his stomach, his insides making room for the rest of Aizawa’s dick. Finally, Aizawa had bottomed out. Both of them moaning in unison. “Haah…fuck…so..tight,” Aizawa stayed buried deep inside Bakugo not moving, letting him adjust to his size.
Bakugo was panting, one hand holding tightly onto Aizawa’s arm, the other gripping the pillow under his head. He had never felt this full, his own fingers could never compare. “Fuck…ahh…sensei…I’m..I’m good. You can move.” Aizawa pulled out slowly to the tip, and pushed back in grunting. Bakugo saw stars as his teachers dick drag over his prostate despite the slowness of it. His body shaking, already on the verge of coming.
“Harder…” Bakugo whined, not even sure if that had come out as a tangible word or not. But it seems like Aizawa got the message, pulling out slowly once again but this time thrusting in harder. “Ahh!…” Bakugo’s dick shook with the force, smearing pre. “Keep going…ahh,” Aizawa finally picked up the pace, but only managing to thrust back in all of two times before Bakugo saw white once more, this time allowing his orgasm to roll over him.
His whole body shook, as ropes of white cum painted his stomach and chest, eyes rolling back into his head. Aizawa had stilled, balls deep, allowing Bakugo’s orgasm to crash over him uninterrupted. “Holy shit….haaa…fuck, sensei..” Bakugo had undoubtably just had the best orgasm of his entire life, he tried to focus his eyes but the pleasure was still rippling over him, making it hard to do much of anything.
—
Aizawa swears he blacked out for a second, the heat of Bakugo’s inside too much to process. He had never felt anything so hot and tight before.
As Bakugo came, Aizawa stopped thrusting, the sight alone almost enough to make him blow. “Bakugo…” Aizawa wanted to, needed to start moving again, his dick throbbing deep inside, but Bakugo was still shaking, his eyes closed, “mmm..”
“Can I move?…” Bakugo opened his eyes, still panting. “Yeah…” his replied was like a breathy moan, sending ripples of pleasure and want down Aizawa’s body. He pulled out and snapped back in. His control completely slipping this time. He pushed Bakugo’s thigh down, into his body, allowing himself to go even deeper and set a brutal pace.
He could hear Bakugo gasping, moaning, screaming beneath him. But he couldn’t stop, the pleasure too surreal. He buried his face in his students neck, breathing in deeply, the intoxicating smell of Bakugo’s sweat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered to pain of nails scraping down his back. But he couldn’t stop now, he was so close.
Within seconds, his hips were stuttering, until they stopped. Blowing his load deep inside Bakugo’s ass. His orgasm ripped through him like never before. Aizawa’s vision was blotchy, his ears were ringing, his breathing heavy. He had imagined many times, too many times, coming inside of his student. But fuck. To think that it would actually happen. He felt almost high.
Aizawa pulled his face away from Bakugo’s neck, slowly coming back to his senses. Fuck. What had he done. Bakugo’s face was red, streaked with tears. “Sensei…hic,” Bakugo’s hands still clung to his back. A wave of guilt ripped through Aizawa fearing he had hurt his student, until he pulled away further, and saw the amount of cum smeared across Bakugo’s stomach and chest. Had he come again?
“Bakugo…..did you….are you okay? Did you just….finish again?…” Bakugo’s breathing was heavy, as he pulled his hands up and covered his face. “Yeah….the collar…..it’s still there?” Aizawa sighed, “yeah, it’s still there…” It was left unspoken, but both of them knew what that meant. They were going to have to do it again.
—
Bakugo kept his face covered, as he felt his teacher pull out, and lay down next to him on the bed, silence creeping over the large hotel room. It was awkward to say the least and the silence was killing him.
“Hey, sensei….you’re not married or something right?” Bakugo had been wondering this for a while, wondering if Aizawa was being forced to cheat on a wife or a girlfriend or something on top of everything else. “What? No. I’m not married,” Bakugo turned his head to look at his teacher. “You’re not seeing anyone or anything?” “No.” Bakugo didn’t think Aizawa would lie about something like this, but given the situation….”you’re not lying right?”
Aizawa sighed. “Bakugo, no. I’m not lying. Do you really think I’d have time to date?” Bakugo knew Aizawa barely had any time for himself, outside of being a teacher at UA and a pro hero, so he accepted Aizawa’s answer. The silence settled once more, making Bakugo’s skin crawl. “Soooo….when will you be ready to go again?”
—
Aizawa’s voice got stuck in his throat, making him cough. Bakugo was literally crying not five minutes ago, and now he was ready to go again? Aizawa rubbed his face, wiping the sweat that had gathered on his forehead away. “I need at least another five minutes Bakugo.”
“Okay…I’m going to the bathroom,” Bakugo climbed out of bed as fast as humanly possible, as soon as his feet hit the floor however, he wobbled and grabbed onto the bed for support, almost falling but managed to stay upright. “Bakugo! Be carful. You….you need to take it easy.” Aizawa sat up, watching his student barely be able to stand, feeling guilty once more.
“I’m fine!” Bakugo started making his way around the bed and to the bathroom, legs shaking. Aizawa’s eyes trail after him, worried, but then he saw it. His cum dripping down Bakugo’s thigh, his throat tightened and his dick twitched. Maybe he wasn’t going to need five minutes after all.
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Bakugo made it to the bathroom, swinging the door shut behind him and stumbling to the sink to splash cold water on his face. He felt like all his senses were heightened. Sex was way more…..everything, than he had expected. Way more Painful, way more pleasurable, way more….just everything. He wasn’t gonna lie, he felt slightly overwhelmed.
The images of what he had just done with his teacher, the noises he made, Aizawa’s face between his legs, all flashed through his mind. He had decided to just let go, just feel. But now….how the hell was he supposed to act. His teachers cum was literally dripping down his thighs for Christ sakes. And not only that…..they had to do it again.
Bakugo grabbed one of the glasses on the side of the sink, filled it up with water and gulped it down. He had been avoiding looking in the mirror, but he finally glanced up. The image of himself something he had never seen before or even imagined. His lips were red and slightly swollen, his nipples even more red and even more swollen, his neck….had a huge purple mark, that bastard.
Bakugo was surprised at his teachers……ministrations to say the least. He definitely did not go into this expecting Aizawa to be so…attentive to certain areas of his body. And at the end there….Aizawa was so…rough. Did his teacher enjoy…having sex with him that much? Or was he just trying to finish quickly?
Bakugo’s thigh was sore from Aizawa’s hand pushing it down into his body, his hole sore from the intense thrusting. He wouldn’t say that he didn’t like it, but it was more than he was expecting. It was a lot, for his first time.
Bakugo could stay in that bathroom all night, staring blankly in the mirror, in fact he wanted to. But before too much time had passed, he managed to clean himself up a bit and head back into the room. Aizawa still lied in the bed, but the blanket had been thrown off, just the flat sheet covering his teachers body.
Bakugo suddenly felt awkward, realising he was walking around completely naked. Lucking Aizawa did him the decency to not look as he made his way around the bed and climbed back in but stayed sitting up, pulling the sheet over his lap.
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“I was….too rough. I’m sorry.” Aizawa could see all the marks and hickeys he had left on his students body, the red, puffy eyes from crying. He knew he had gone too far, half of him wanted to get up and walk straight out of the hotel room, the other half wanted to hold Bakugo and apologise by gentling caressing his body and ghosting soft kisses over the marks. But he knew he shouldn’t do either, he couldn’t. There was nothing he could do but give Bakugo his space, without actually going anywhere, so he stayed where he was, watching his student closely.
Bakugo didn’t say anything at first, but turned to look at him. Aizawa fought back the urge to reach up and caress his face. “You….definitely didn’t go easy on me, sensei,” Bakugo was pouting. Again. Did he always pout this much? Aizawa moved slowly to sit up along side Bakugo. “I’m sorry….I…” he rubbed his face in frustration, “I…got caught up in the moment I guess…I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say. ‘I’ve wanted to fuck you so badly for so long that I just lost control’? Definitely not.
“Does your…are you in any pain?” Aizawa knew Bakugo’s hole must be hurting or at least feeling a bit tender, but he still couldn’t bring himself to ask that kind of thing out right. Bakugo started fidgeting, “it…hurts a bit, I guess…” he trailed off, but then said something Aizawa definitely wasn’t expecting.
“Did you like it sensei? Was it….good for you?” Aizawa’s throat went tight. He could see that Bakugo was anxious, eyes cast down, fingers playing with the hem of the sheet. He wanted to ease his students anxiety, but wasn’t one hundred percent sure what it was that Bakugo wanted to hear.
He wanted to stay as neutral as possible through this whole ordeal, to hide his true feelings, but he was surely failing. “I….liked it. It was…good.” Bakugo looked upset. “Just good?”
His chest ached to see his student’s forlorn face, “it was better than good…it…” Aizawa sighed. He wanted to soothe Bakugo’s anxiety, he did. But he couldn’t tell him every thing, he couldn’t say too much. “Bakugo…” he reached up, running his hand through Bakugo’s soft blonde hair, leaving his hand to caress the side of his head and leaned in, softly planting his lips over Bakugo’s, before pulling away briefly after. “Does that answer your question?”
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It didn’t answer his question, not really. But Bakugo decided not to push for a verbal reply, instead leaning in for another kiss which his teacher reciprocated. The kiss was soft but firm, melting away his anxiety bit by bit and it wasn’t long before Bakugo felt his blood rush south, filling his dick.
In the back of his mind, Bakugo wondered if Aizawa was hard too, ready to go again. So he reached his hand forward, towards his teachers dick. His fingers had just brushed against something hard, before his hand was stopped. Aizawa grabbed his wrist, not allowing him to feel anything more. “Bakugo…what are doing?” Aizawa murmured again his lips.
“I….I was just checking to see if you were ready..” Bakugo felt embarrassed. Embarrassed that he was stopped. “I am,” Aizawa’s voice was stern but sure. It sent a shiver down Bakugo’s spine.
“This time…can we…can we try a different position?” Bakugo wasn’t exactly sure what position he wanted to try, all he knew was that he didn’t think he could take his teachers punishing grip on his thigh again any time soon.
Aizawa pulled away, dropping his hand from Bakugo’s head, “lay down on your stomach.” Bakugo complied, making sure the sheet stayed covering his lower half and folded his arms in front of himself. His teacher moved, out of his sight, pulling a pillow away from the headrest. “Lift your hips,” Aizawa placed a hand on the underside of Bakugo’s hip encouraging him to lift up.
Bakugo slowly lifted his hips, realising the pillow was being pushed underneath him, he barely managed to stifle the moan that slipped out as the pillow dragged over his erection, which was now sandwiched between his stomach and the pillow.
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“It should be easier on you if we do it like this,” Aizawa pushed the sheet out of the way, revealing Bakugo’s ass, and straddled his legs, running his hands gently down Bakugo’s back and squeezing a cheek in each hand. Aizawa had seen many great sights tonight, but this took the cake.
Bakugo’s pink hole fluttered as Aizawa spread him apart, his cum from earlier slowly oozing out of the puffy rim. Aizawa wanted so badly to lean down and fuck his cum back into Bakugo with his tongue, but he shook the thought away and reached for the lube.
Aizawa pushed his pants down for the second time tonight, dick already throbbing and leaking pre cum. Without thinking, he grabbed his dick and rubbed the head against Bakugo’s hole, mixing his pre with the cum spilling out. Bakugo whined into his hands, which only served to egg Aizawa on.
“Fuck Bakugo…..your hole is filled with my cum,” Aizawa could feel his mind fogging over as he teased his students hole. It was so wet and shiny, his dick catching on Bakugo’s rim even without lube. He wanted to push in right now, but resisted the urge and reluctantly pulled his eyes away from the best thing he had even seen to lube up his dick.
Aizawa was barely keeping it together, but luckily still had enough sense left to let Bakugo know he was about to push in, “Bakugo…are you ready?”
Bakugo whined and nodded, slighting pushing his ass up higher into the air. Aizawa was practically drooling as he lined himself up, and pop his head into the tight, wet heat. He had meant to stop there, to allow Bakugo time to adjust and then slowly push in. But his students hole was greedy, sucking him in until he was fully sheathed in a matter of seconds. Bakugo’s moans filled the room, his insides clenching around Aizawa’s length.
“Sensei….sensei..” Aizawa was completely still, he had zoned out in his concentration to not cum straight away, Bakugo’s voice pulling him back to reality, “sensei….you can move…I’m fine.”
“Right..sorry,” Aizawa adjusted his position slightly, wrapping his hands around Bakugo’s waist. Fuck, his waist was so small, with his thumbs pressing into the dimples above Bakugo’s ass, Aizawa’s fingers were almost touching on his stomach.
Aizawa slowly pulled out and then snapped back in. He could just feel his length through Bakugo’s stomach, so he pushed his fingers up slightly to feel the drag of his dick with each thrust. Bakugo was gasping and moaning into the bed, pushing his hips back to meet Aizawa’s hips on every thrust.
This definitely felt better than good, he wanted to tell him. Tell Bakugo how fucking amazing his insides felt. So hot, so wet, so tight. Better than anything he had ever had before. But he bit his tongue to stop the words from coming out, grunting loudly instead.
“Ahhh…ah! Fuck! Sensei…I’m gonna cum!” Bakugo’s voice was coarse by this point, from over use. Aizawa picked up his pace, slamming straight into where he thought Bakugo’s prostate was, and he must have been right, because seconds later his student was crying out and clenching around him like never before, Aizawa’s own orgasm suddenly crashed over him, spilling his seed into Bakugo’s hole once again, the pleasure blinding.
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Bakugo woke up with a start, his body throwing himself up into a sitting position, his eyes flinging open. The room was mostly dark, but he could see sunlight coming through from behind the curtains. What the fuck? Had he passed out? What about the collar? His hand flew to his neck to feel for cold hard metal, but it was gone.
“Bakugo…” Aizawa stirred beside him in the bed. “It’s okay…the quirk has been deactivated. You’re okay.” Bakugo felt relieved, he did. But he also felt anxious. What the fuck happened? The last thing he remembered was being railed by his teacher from behind. “What…what happened?” His voice was shaky.
Aizawa sighed and sat up, “you…last night you passed out after…..I cleaned you up a bit but….I didn’t want to move you around too much..so I didn’t dress you sorry. I figured you were exhausted, and the collar was gone. So…I thought I should just let you sleep.”
Bakugo looked down, realising he was indeed still naked. He didn’t really know what to say, he wasn’t angry or anything. He just felt..awkward. “What time is it?” Aizawa grabbed the clock from the table beside the bed, “almost 6….you should go shower, if you want. I’ll call the commission and tell them to send my car.” Aizawa climbed out of bed, and headed in the direction of his phone, fully dressed. Bakugo assumed his teacher must have showered last night while he was passed the fuck out.
Weren’t they going to talk about what happened? Talk about the fact that they literally had sex? Twice! Bakugo thought they should, but Aizawa picked up his phone, entering the number he was given. Bakugo sighed, and made his way to the bathroom.
When Bakugo emerged from the bathroom after a nice hot shower, the curtains were opened and his clothes laid out on the semi made bed. His teacher sitting on a chair near the window, looking down at his phone.
Bakugo dressed silently, feeling awkward, as well as anxious. Maybe they would talk now? “Sensei…”
“Are you ready to go? My car is waiting downstairs.” Oh. Maybe they weren’t going to talk about it after all. Bakugo felt his throat tighten, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything else beside, “yeah.”
Neither of them said another word as they collected their belongings, left the hotel room and headed down to the car. Bakugo stole a few glances at his teacher, but none of them were returned. He felt his eyes starting to prickle with tears. Why was Aizawa being like this? Last night he was so…so different. Bakugo didn’t know what to expect from his teacher after having sex, but it wasn’t being completely ignored that’s for sure. It was killing him. Bakugo felt stupid, he was literally holding in tears. Why was he even so upset? What did he want?
The car ride back to UA was long and silent. Bakugo couldn’t take it any longer “sensei…what do we do now?” He wanted answers, he needed answers. He needed to quell his anxiety.
Aizawa’s voice was completely monotoned as he gave Bakugo his answer, “I guess we try to forget,” Bakugo didn’t want to forget.