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#ShinZawa Nightmare Recovery continued! Finale!

| Explicit | Rough Sex | Overstim

The situation comes to a head, though not in the way that Shinsou anticipated.

He thought one of them would forget themselves and go too far, maybe out in public, that they'd get caught by someone or that things would just naturally fall apart or Aizawa would get bored of him *something.*

What Shinsou didn't think, though, was that it would all explode over someone asking him out.

It's a surprise to absolutely no one except Shinsou when Denki approaches him after sparring, nervous and ready to make sparks, to ask him if he'd like to go to a cat cafe sometime.

Shinsou can be dense but he's not so dense that the situation escapes him. He knows what the other boy is asking, knows what Denki hopes will happen. He can feel the eyes of their whole class on him, waiting to see what will happen, but he can feel Aizawa's gaze like a *brand.*

His Sensei is calm for all intents and purposes. He's slouching, hands in his pockets, hair tugged down by gravity, but his eyes *blaze.* Denki can't see it from their position, but looking over his shoulder, Shinsou can see the subtle daggers being embedded in the blonde's back.

It leaves his mouth dry, parched and dry as a weathered bone, and it takes him a long moment to realize that Denki is still waiting on an answer, looking less sunny with every moment that Shinsou leaves him without an answer.

He doesn't know what to say. Doesn't know whether to say he already has someone, or he's not interested, or that Denki isn't his type, or that he's too busy fucking Aizawa to pay anyone even half a mind.

All he knows is that he wants to say no.

What ends up coming out of his mouth is probably the truest lie that he could possibly tell. A gentle but assertive claim that his only focus is on becoming a hero and that he isn't interested in dating his peers.

Which is true. He has absolutely no interest in any of his peers.

Denki visibly deflates, and some of his classmates look disappointed, whether by the outcome or by his claimed lack of interest, but Shinsou ignores it all. Focused only on the heavy weight of Aizawa's unassuming gaze that nobody else seems to notice.

The moment breaks when Shouta barks out an order to get back to work, shamelessly ordering Denki to run laps until he collapses for 'disturbing the peace with teenage hormones'

Nobody else sees it, but Shinsou is painstakingly aware of how on edge his teacher is.

He never took Aizawa for the jealous type but maybe he is. Possessive intent rolls off of him in heavy, consistent waves, invisible to all but Shinsou.

They barely make it back through the door of their shared apartment before Aizawa is on him.

His Sensei has NEVER reacted like this. Not in all the time that they've been fucking around. Whenever he touches with the intent to initiate, it's always kind of teasing. A little slow, a little flirty, a 'will-we-won't-we' series of touches.

Not this time.

The moment the door closes, Aizawa takes hold of his school uniform and drags him into a scorching kiss. Biting and sucking at his lips, flicking his tongue against them in mock apology as he lays claim to his protégé's mouth.

All Hitoshi can do is try to keep up, to not be swept away by the heat of it all.

He never expected his sleepy, laid back lover to be like that. To nearly rip both their clothes to get them naked. To immediately go for the throat with the intent to mark.

They stumble toward the couch, miss it by a mile, and end up on the floor, Shouta pinning in his little ward while he sucks a literal collar of marks into that pale, perfect throat. Growling out a claim while he grinds into the boy's hip

It's all consuming. Hands, lips, teeth, everywhere all at once. Shinsou can barely keep up. Not when Aizawa is biting and sucking a path down his body, teasing his nipples till they ache, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise.

Shouta takes his boy /apart/

He fingers his tight cunt open, but lingers there a long time, four fingers deep and fucking Hitoshi without mercy, prodding and rubbing and brushing his gspot until the boy finally starts to sob.

Shinsou has been begging for the better part of an hour. Pleading with his Sensei, desperate to be fucked, desperate to come, but Aizawa refuses to go any further, seemingly content to finger him until the end of time.

It isn't until those tears spill, and the babbling starts, that his true goal comes into the spotlight.

"Do you want Denki to fuck you, Hitoshi? Do you want his sparky cock inside this greedy hole?"

"No! No, you Sensei, I want you! Your cock!"

"Me and who else, Hitoshi?"

"Only you!"

"Do I own this greedy hole, Hitoshi?"

"Yes! It's yours, Sensei, it's yours!"

"And what about you, Hitoshi? Are you mine too?"

"Yours! Yours, Sensei, Yours!"

"Say it!"

"Yours!"

He crooks his fingers hard and jabs Hitoshi's spot.

"I said say it, Hitoshi!"

Hitoshi *breaks,* hips jerking, fucking up against nothing, sobbing as he hiccups out, "Me and my greedy hole belong to you, Shouta!"

And Shouta /loses it/

He fucks his boy hard, corkscrewing his fingers in and out, rubbing his spot hard, until Hitoshi is babbling and begging and unaware of what he's even saying as he squirts all over Shouta's hand.

Aizawa doesn't even hesitate.

Hitoshi has barely finished cumming before Shouta is using brute strength to flip him onto his belly, hiking up his ass and driving his cock to the hilt into his fucked open boy.

The punched out sound that leaves Hitoshi's throat is nothing short of gutteral. It barely sounds human. Shouta doesn't stop for a second.

He grabs the back of Shinsou's neck, holding him down to the ground like a villain in the dark, and he plasters himself over the boy's back, lips at his ear as he pistons in and out of him without pause.

All the while, Aizawa growls out claim after claim, dripping utter filth straight from between his lips and into Hitoshi's ears. All the boy can hear is his own slamming heart and his Sensei's voice telling him that nobody but Shouta will ever fuck him again.

And all Hitoshi can do is take it. Take it and take it and take it, moaning brokenly as he's flipped around, laid out like a sacrifice while his back is rubbed raw against the carpet. Hitoshi doesn't even feel it.

He's too busy staring. Too busy feeling Aizawa's fat cock splitting him open and carving out a permanent place in his pussy. Too busy begging Aizawa not to stop.

Because holy shit, even cock drunk and nearly brain dead, Hitoshi is painstakingly aware of how fucking hot his teacher looks. Like some wrathful god, eyes blazing red, hair floating, scowling with feral concentration as he fucks him brutally.

Hitoshi doesn't know how long it goes on for. Has no way of knowing. Three orgasms later? Four? Five? He doesn't know, doesn't have enough blood in his brain to think let alone keep up, but he can feel it when Aizawa starts to reach his end.

He's slick with a thin layer of sweat, cheeks, face, chest all flushed, muscles straining, lean arms bulging as he pins Hitoshi down. He exchanges speed for power, slamming into him with enough force to have Hitoshi convinced that the cradle of his hips will bruise and never heal

Tears pour from his wrecked face, he can barely see Shouta through them, but he can feel it when the older man let's go of his wrist and grabs his throat, pinning him with it as he swoops down to kiss him.

He can practically taste the deep, throaty growl that passes from Aizawa's tongue to his when Shouta buries himself deep and comes hard, pumping him full.

Hitoshi is a mess of jitters, hiccupping out little sobs as he kisses him back, strung tight and also so sensitive that he isn't even sure he wants to come.

But Shouta makes him.

He wedges a hand between their bodies and squeezes Shinsou's bruised throat firmly, denying him oxygen through lips and tongue and that unyielding grip on his tender neck.

Shinsou goes light headed, starving for oxygen, desperate and trying to pant as Shouta rubs his hypersensitive cock until he has no choice but to fall apart, shaking to pieces around his Sensei spent cock.

It's blissfully agonizing for them both, and Shouta immediately pulls out the moment Hitoshi is finished, dropping heavily beside his boy on the floor, both of them dazed and panting hard.

It takes a long time for Hitoshi's brain to come back online and, even when it does, he can't believe that just happened. They've never fucked like that before, Hitoshi didn't even know it was possible to be owned like that.

Aizawa doesn't apologize, not for the brutal treatment or the collar of hickies or the fact that he will be walking funny for the next few days, and Hitoshi doesn't want him to.

He feels claimed, and he loves it.

Shouta is the first to speak.

"Guess we have to have that conversation now, huh?"

Hitoshi laughs, thinking that the answer to the 'what are we' conversation is pretty cut and dry. "What's there to talk about?"

And Aizawa, who always seems to be on the same page, just smiles and takes his hand as he says, "Nothing that can't wait until tomorrow."

The end!