Thread by @shadytired

#aideku, dekussy, d/s, comm for anon, overstim, punishment, slight age-gap (dk 26 - ai 32), sadistic!aizawa, brat!deku

"Shouta!!" A voice called out from outside the classroom, startling some. Everyone looked up when the door to their classroom was flung open.

Heads popped up from where they had been pointed down, staring at their tests which they had forgotten. "Hihi, Shouta! You forgot your lunch at home, /again/, so I had to bring it,"

The person - male, short, /pretty/ - pouted, walking toward their catatonic teacher, who glared at the small man who crouched down.

Everyone watched, some with fear in their eyes and others with thinly veiled amusement or lust toward the scantily-clad man,

who wore a /very/ short crop top that showed a plane of soft, developed abs and tight-as-fuck leggings. Some were also pretty sure the man was wearing a delicate black lace bralette, but they had to look away before popping a boner in class. "Shoutaaaa..."

The man whined, poking their teacher, who grumbled and begrudgingly opened his eyes. "What?" Aizawa drawled, staring at the man with an unimpressed gaze. "Since you forgot your lunch at home /again/, I brought it to you,"

The man explains, poking Aizawa-sensei's cheek once more, making the man's eyebrow twitch.

"Thank you," Aizawa-sensei grumbled, pulling himself out of the yellow caterpillar sleeping bag. Aizawa-sensei slowly stood up, settling a possessive,

big arm around the smaller man's waist, pulling him close. Aizawa-sensei glared at the class, making them still and look away from the provocatively dressed man. The glare feels like daggers scraping against their skin, just waiting to stab them.

"Oh! I didn't realize that you had a class, hehe," The man giggles, clearly lying, and even Aizawa-sensei can tell. By the twitch of their teacher's eyebrows and the narrowing of already narrowed eyes, they can quickly tell their teacher /knows/.

"Ah, so sorry for not introducing myself—I didn't think anyone would be here!"

Another lie.

"I'm Aizawa Izuku, your grumpy teacher's husband! Nice to meet the class he gushes about," Izuku teases, and everyone can see Aizawa-sensei tense up, glaring at his /husband/.

"Izuku," Aizawa-sensei rumbles, but Izuku waves him off with a bright, cheery smile. "Yes, yes, Mr. grump. Anyway, I'll be going now! I have some work to get done, but I'll hopefully be around more. As long as grumpy here, lets me. Have a good day!"

Izuku cheers, smacking away the hand that grips a soft, plush hip. He smiles softly toward their teacher, who lets his blank, grumpy face melt into something softer.

Izuku hands their black-haired teacher the bento wrapped in a black and green patterned fabric. "Bye, bye everyone!" Izuku gives a wink toward all of them, stretching up lazily as he walks out, flashing them the clear black lace bralette to the class and Aizawa-sensei.

Before the black-haired teacher can even get a hissed word out, the door is gently closed behind Izuku, and they're all left in blistering silence, fearing the dangerous aura radiating off of their teacher.

"Get back to your tests—you have twelve minutes," Aizawa-sensei hisses,

glaring at them as he sets the black and green wrapped bento box down on his podium.

Nobody else talks for the whole class, too scared of moving even an inch.

Some hang back after class ends, cursing their boners, praying it makes them go down quicker.

It doesn't.

-

"O-One!" Izuku squeaks, biting back a pained moan as Shouta's rough, calloused hand whips over his freckled skin. Izuku groans as the pain sizzles up and down his asscheek, dropping his head against the soft covers of their bed.

Izuku's bound ankles quiver and jolt as Shouta rubs over the already welting handmark smack-dab on his bubble butt. The thong he wears is already starting to dig into his plush, wetting cunt. The soft white silk fabric is already clinging to his plush lips.

Another smack hits hard on the opposite asscheek, making Izuku jerk violently, biting the bottom of his lip as tears start to spring in his eyes. "T-Two...!" Izuku groans, his legs were shaking from the pain running through them.

"F-Fuck..." Izuku huffs, sweaty cheek squished against the soft comforter.

"See, this wouldn't have happened if you didn't decide to waltz in front of my class of seventeen-year-olds wanting to rile me up," Shouta grunts, palming his ass in those big, calloused hands.

"If you wanted to be a brat so badly, reap the goddamn consequences," Shouta grunts, smacking his ass hard and making him cry out. "T-Three!"

Shouta grunts as he thumbs over Izuku's cunt, that thin silk thong clinging to the wetness that drools from his bratty husband's hole.

He slides Izuku's panties aside, glaring at the chubby, squishy clit that peeks out from the brat's squishy cunt.

Shouta glances at their nightstand, running through the toys hidden in the drawers, huffing softly.

He places a hand over Izuku's back, grunting as the man wiggles gently, peeking over his shoulder. Shouta can see the tears bubbling in the brat's eyes, nose, and cheeks, flushed a bright pink. "Ah ah, stay,"

Shouta growls, his patience wearing thin as he gently shoves his husband's face into the mattress, leaning back as he uses his core strength, reaching over to pull the drawer open.

Without being able to see into the drawer, Shouta rifles around for what he's looking for, spindly fingers hooking around the object he was searching for. With a quick tug, he pulls the XL clit-sucker out. He grunts as he rights himself,

huffing as his core aches, staring down at his husband as he settles the clit sucker next to his thigh, out of sight of his nosy husband. "How many left?" Shouta grunts, rubbing over Izuku's bright red ass. "A-Ah, uhm...eleven-"

Shouta cuts Izuku off with another bruising slap toward the brat's ass, watching the fat ripple and jiggle. "F-Five! FUCK!" Izuku sobs, and Shouta grins.

Maybe this will finally teach him not to provoke Shouta.

-

"F-Fifte...en.." Izuku sobs gently, the brat's voice weak and wobbly. His cunt is soaked, but Shouta isn't done with him. Turning his husband over, careful not to aggravate the bruised asscheeks,

Shouta settles his husband, bound by his capture weapon, against his chest. He manipulates the capture weapon to unfurl. The grey fabric pools around their legs, and Shouta pulls it away as he finally gets to the good part of the punishment.

Before that, he tears the flimsy thong off, grunting as the fabric snaps under his hands.

"Spread," Shouta grunts, and Izuku splays his legs with a little huff. The brat in Izuku had been thoroughly snuffed out /for now/, and it satisfied Shouta somewhat.

Shouta huffed, hooking his knees under Izuku's knees, holding the man's legs open wider, using his capture weapon to bind their knees together.

Then, Shouta pulls the clit-sucker out, grinning as Izuku whimpers and tries to close their bound legs,

fighting weakly against Shouta's solid and toned legs that refuse to close. Shouta fits the sucker over Izuku's chubby clit, grinning as he presses the 'on' button.

Izuku jackknifes off his chest, a sob breaking out of bitten lips as his hips twitch, bucking into and away from the toy. Shouta doesn't relent, watching Izuku writhe and squeak, chasing Izuku's rolling and wiggling hips relentlessly. "S-Shit! S-Shouta—ngh!"

Izuku squeals in painful pleasure, his voice music to Shouta's ears as the clit sucker buzzes away without change. "A-Ah, f-fuck...! T-Too much!" Izuku's head thunks against his shoulder, blissed out face tilting toward his throat as hot puffs of air waft over his pale skin.

Shouta can feel tears stream down his chest, wet from Izuku's tears. "N-Ngh..-! G-G'n-...a!" Izuku sobs, hips twitching erratically, pent up and strung tight from the spanking. Shouta knew Izuku would be quick to orgasm because his husband was a goddamn pain slut,

but the pain slut was also a major /fucking/ //brat//.

"Nope," Shouta suddenly pulls away from Izuku's pulsing, near-purple clit, grinning at Izuku's wreaked sob and how the man slumps. Izuku's legs twitch and quiver uselessly, and Shouta grins as Izuku comes down from the high,

returning the clit sucker back to push Izuku back to the edge, only to rip it away from him once more.

-

Four times. Four times Izuku nearly cums, and Shouta takes it away like the meanie he is. Izuku is sure if Shouta let him cum,

he'd be squirting and leaking like a damn faulty faucet. His thighs are already covered in a slick sheen, and his cunt is drenched in a mess of sticky slick. His face is drooling and tear-streaked, and he's sure he looks ruined.

"P-Please..." Izuku whimpers, choking a sob as Shouta teases his pudgy clit with his rough fingers. "L-Lem..me c'm...I-I'll d-do..ngh...anything! Pl-ease, Sh-Sho-" Izuku sobs gently, a tear slipping down his cheek. He's overstimulated, sore, and /needy/.

He needs Shouta's cock to fill him up, to spear his cunt open till he's squirting.

"Have you learned your fucking lesson yet?" Shouta grunts and Izuku frantically nods. Fuck, if he has to go through this again,

he'll never wear anything other than a hoodie and sweatpants out of the house. He's desperate for an orgasm—he'd do anything. "Fine," Shouta huffs, and Izuku is sure if he weren't already crying, he'd weep in joy.

Shouta stares down at Izuku, who lies on his back,

hips propped up by a pillow. It's boring missionary, but Shouta likes to see Izuku become undone. He wants to see that cute freckled face crumble in pleasure.

Because Shouta is a sadistic dickhead, he shoves his cock inside without warning, watching Izuku's head snap back,

back snapping into a painful arch. "F-FUCK!" Izuku sobs and claws at his forearms, making Shouta huff as he fucks into Izuku's needy, squeezing cunt. "God," Shouta huffs, thrusting hard and brutal, unwavering as Izuku kicks and squeals, choking on wanton moans.

"Sh-Sho...!" Izuku makes eye contact with him, cute mouth popped into a perfect 'o', those jade eyes droopy and filling with crystal tears that slide down flushed cheeks. "You gonna cum soon, brat?" Shouta huffs, snapping his hips at a steady, unforgiving pace.

"Y-Yea...h~! A-Angh..." Izuku huffs and pants, looking like a desperate slut looking to be bred and punished.

Well, that would perfectly describe his husband, to be honest.

"Fuck," Shouta grunts, feeling the arousal burning in his core start to fizzle and boil, panting and growling. He rests his entire weight on one arm as he grips Izuku's throat in his other hand, pulling the panting brat closer,

feeling the vibrations of Izuku's moans and squeals against his fingertips. "Cum. Cum for me, goddamn brat," Shouta commands, and Izuku crumbles. Shouta can feel the squirt splash against his v-cut as Izuku's cunt pulses and squeezes around his cock,

moaning and sobbing as he tries to milk his cock.

After a moment, Shouta follows his brat of a husband, burying his cock till he hits Izuku's cervix, pumping the brat full of his cum, watching Izuku's soft, tiny tummy distend slightly with how much cum he pumps into his husband

Izuku goes boneless, twitching and quivering as Shouta pumps him full, torrents of cum dumped into his greedy cunt. Izuku is sore and numb, overstimulation crawling up his spine as his dazed eyes focus on nothing.

After what feels like forever, he feels Shouta pull his cock out of his cunt, clenching around the waves of cum that follows his husband's cock.

"F-Fu..." Izuku trails off, mindless and dazed, time lost to him as he lies motionless,

allowing the waves of pleasurable numbness and haze to wash over him.

He's sure Shouta has cleaned him, and he can feel his body being moved, and suddenly, he's in a bath, curled up against Shouta's warm, breathing chest. His eyes are hazy, and his mind hasn't booted back up,

happy to lay against his husband as Shouta cards his calloused, rough hands through his wet curls. He can feel Shouta's steady, comforting heartbeat against his ear, lulled into a comfortable daze.

He's not sure how long he's in subspace, but by the time he comes back,

he's snuggled against Shouta, who holds him close. "Go to bed, problem brat," Izuku giggles and is quieted by a soft, warm kiss as he falls asleep snuggled in Shouta's arms.

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end. thank you for commissioning me, anon!! i don't think I've written aideku yet and it was a blast :,) i luv this ship <3

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