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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead/Shinsou_Hitoshi
  Character:
      Aizawa_Shouta_|_Eraserhead, Shinsou_Hitoshi
  Additional Tags:
      Bondage, Brainwashing, Light_Bondage, Teacher-Student_Relationship, Blow
      Jobs, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, First_Time
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-30 Words: 2569
****** After School Training ******
by Noctoleptic
Summary
     Mr. Aizawa clearly saw his potential. That was the only reason he was
     wasting his time helping him. That’s what Hitoshi kept telling
     himself about their after-school sessions where he got to practice
     his quirk. The more he got to use it, the better he’d be. He
     understood that, completely, but it was hard to get people to sign on
     to help him use it. But here Mr. Aizawa was, signing on to get
     brainwashed a few times a week. All in the name of helping out a
     student who wasn’t even really his.
Mr. Aizawa clearly saw his potential. That was the only reason he was wasting
his time helping him. That’s what Hitoshi kept telling himself about their
after-school sessions where he got to practice his quirk. The more he got to
use it, the better he’d be. He understood that, completely, but it was hard to
get people to sign on to help him use it. But here Mr. Aizawa was, signing on
to get brainwashed a few times a week. All in the name of helping out a student
who wasn’t even really his.
At least, not yet.
That was obviously the end goal here, getting Hitoshi into the Hero Program. So
if he worked his ass off, he might just be good enough by next year’s sports
festival to win, get the administration’s attention, and transfer out of GenEd.
So far, they’d mostly been working on how to counter someone who could fight
back against the brainwashing, the way that Midoriya had. It was hard, but
Hitoshi was sure he was close to a breakthrough with it. He figured it was
going to be more of the same today, but…
“I’m not fighting you today. Do with me what you will.”
“…What.”
“Muscles only grow when you let them rest. Your quirk is the same way. Use it,
and I won’t fight you.”
Hitoshi considered the implications of that. “At all?”
“At all.” So he’d managed to prove that he was trustworthy, even with such a
villainous quirk. Hitoshi could feel the hairs on his arms standing on end, a
slight shiver threatening to run down his spine. No one had ever trusted him
like that before. He hadn’t even realized he said that part out loud until he
heard Mr. Aizawa chuckling. “Ready?”
Hitoshi nodded, and paused for a few seconds. “It figures that the first time
someone’s agreed to not fight me, I have no idea what to say.”
“Good enough,” Mr. Aizawa replied. And it was. A second later, his eyes had
gone blank, staring off into nothing.
“Bow.” It was a simple order, but a good way to test the waters. Easy, not
humiliating or anything. Nice and vanilla. Mr. Aizawa bowed low at the waist in
an instant. That shudder actually did run down Hitoshi’s spine at that point.
It wasn’t every day that someone actually gave him the permission to go wild
with his quirk. Especially someone with enough willpower that they could break
out of it and fight back without much thought. It was a power trip, plain and
simple. Something he really should have known better than to give in to.
Hitoshi swayed slightly, switching the leg he was putting weight on while the
thought. Alright, so he had a powerful as fuck Pro Hero completely under his
control. What could he do with that?
…Well, okay. What legal thing could he do with that?
An instant later, Mr. Aizawa was hopping up and down on one leg. A few moments
after that, he was sticking his tongue in and out like a lizard. As promised,
no fight, no resistance, just pure mindless obedience.
“Kiss me.” The words came out before Hitoshi completely thought them through.
And a second later, Mr. Aizawa was crossing the slight gab between them,
grabbing Hitoshi by the back of the head, and kissing him. Slow, deep,
passionately. It was perfect. (But of course it was, he was just following
orders, after all.) He was pulling away, far too soon, and Hitoshi realized
with a start what that must’ve meant.
Mr. Aizawa scoffed, his eyes focused again. “Your concentration needs work.”
Hitoshi stared at the ground, feeling his face heat up more and more as the
embarrassment gradually sunk in. “Again, and try to keep your focus this time.”
He snapped his head up and stared at his teacher for a second, so sure he was
going to get yelled at or berated or something. “Yes, sir.”
“Whenever you’re ready.”
A smirk slid across Hitoshi’s face, embarrassment dripping away by the second.
“You’re a pretty good kisser, teach.”
Mr. Aizawa was silent for a long moment, obviously wrestling with not giving
that a dignified response and doing his teacherly duty and letting Hitoshi
practice using his quirk. “Thank you,” he finally said, slipping back under
Hitoshi’s control.
“Alright, so you want to do that again, yeah?” Mr. Aizawa didn’t answer.
Hitoshi wasn’t expecting him to.
A second later and those hands were back on the sides of his face, pulling him
in for a deep kiss. His lips moved against Hitoshi’s masterfully, and Hitoshi
desperately tried to focus on keeping his quirk activated, telling himself that
the longer he kept it up, the longer this kiss could go on. But of course, the
longer the kiss went on, the harder it was to focus on keeping Mr. Aizawa under
his control. Teeth grazed against his lips, and he couldn’t keep up his focus
any longer. Hitoshi tried to hide that he was panting slightly when Mr. Aizawa
backed away again, talking very clinically about how at least he did better
that time. “It’s a symptom of a much larger problem. If you can’t keep up your
focus in the middle of a fight, your quirk won’t do you any good. We’ll work
more on your focus next time.”
Hitoshi went quiet, grinding his nails into his palms. That was stupid. Very
stupid. “Sure thing,” he replied, seeing himself out of the classroom. “See you
in a few days.”
A few days came and went, and Hitoshi was not even slightly looking forward to
facing Mr. Aizawa again after that. The clinical dancing around had somehow
been infinitely worse than getting scolded, and he wasn’t sure how many more
times he could handle getting kissed and then being told over and over that he
needed to work on his focus, needed to train his quirk. He walked up to the
classroom they used for their after school training with a slight sigh, before
walking inside and closing the door behind him.
In a flash, Mr. Aizawa’s bandages were wrapped around him, holding his arms in
place steadfast, no matter how he struggled. “Today, your mission is to stop
me.”
“Stop you from wh-“ The cloth tentacle pulled him in close, letting Mr. Aizawa
cut him off with a kiss, fierce, teeth clacking together as they bit at each
other’s lips.
“Whatever I want.” But there it was, an opening. And Hitoshi wasn’t stupid
enough to let that go over a stupid little crush or whatever this was. Mr.
Aizawa’s eyes went blank, and almost instantly the bandage fell from around
Hitoshi’s waist. He was panting, he was hard, but he was also at least free.
He felt like he should pat himself on the back for that extraordinary show of
self-control, but no time for that right now. If Mr. Aizawa wanted to basically
have a mock fight, he needed to be more on his toes, and find something to tie
him up with before he managed to break free of Hitoshi’s brainwashing. While
Hitoshi casually walked over to the teacher’s desk looking for something to
restrain his opponent with, Mr. Aizawa snapped out of it, and wrapped another
bandage around his waist and arms, and one around his mouth. “You should know
better than to turn your back on an opponent, Shinsou. Especially one that
might have figured out how your quirk works.” Hitoshi kicked his legs
helplessly as he was lifted off the ground, screaming behind his gag.
A second later he was set back down on the ground and the bandages recoiled.
Mr. Aizawa had a slight smile on his face. “Again from the top.”
“I’m not letting you win that easily again.” Hitoshi was ready this time, and
he got into a battle stance.
“I’d hope not.” And there was his opening, ripe for the taking. Hitoshi took
it, putting Mr. Aizawa back under his spell, watching his eyes go blank with a
little more suspicion.
He rifled through the desk for something to restrain him with, keeping one eye
on Mr. Aizawa this time, watching for any sign that he’d broken out of the
brainwashing. Hitoshi was about ready to give up when he thought up a better
idea. “Tie yourself up with your own bandages. Knot them too. Tightly.” Mr.
Aizawa obeyed, his bandages wrapping themselves around him, tying pretty little
bows up and down his torso.
Hitoshi released his control with a smirk. “And this is the point where I’d
lead you off to the police, but I figured you’d rather not have me guide you
through the halls all tied up.”
Mr. Aizawa chuckled. “Better. Only one problem:” The bandages unknotted
themselves easily, falling back to his side. “But I assume you’d be smart
enough to have not bothered releasing control in a real fight. So we’ll count
this one as a win for you.” A beat. “Best two out of three, and then you’re
done for the day.”
Hitoshi got back into his fighting stance, confident and more than ready for
round three. “Ready.”
Mr. Aizawa didn’t reply that time. Obviously not wanting to fall for that easy
trick and make this too easy. Instead, those bandages hovered before Hitoshi,
cloth cobras preparing to strike. They both froze like that for several
moments, Mr. Aizawa probably waiting to see what Hitoshi’s first instinct would
be if he couldn’t immediately get someone to fall under his control, and
Hitoshi trying to figure out what his odds were if he couldn’t get his teacher
to say anything. Probably low. Very low. Extremely low.
Ignoring the odds, Hitoshi dove to the side into a roll, trying to dodge the
bandages before they caught up to him again. One of them snagged his ankle and
pulled him up by it, dangling him in midair. “Well, that was quick,” Hitoshi
said, chuckling slightly under his breath. Mr. Aizawa remained silent. “I
really didn’t stand a chance.” Another bandage snaked forward, grabbing him by
the wrist this time and flipping him upright again. It was soon joined by his
other wrist, both of them tangled up in cloth. Hitoshi tugged at them, trying
to free his hands again to no use. “Alright, alright, I give, you win.” Mr.
Aizawa was still silent. “I’m not about to use my quirk after you already beat
me, I’m no cheater.” Nothing.
Hitoshi squirmed again, trying to get his arms released. But with his one leg
still being held fast, he couldn’t move nearly as much as he would need to free
himself. Apparently satisfied that he was tied up enough, Mr. Aizawa pulled him
closer, resting his hand on Hitoshi’s hip, making the boy stiffen his back.
Hitoshi swallowed deeply, eyes glancing off to the side. “I’m not about to stop
you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Mr. Aizawa chuckled. “That’s a shame, now would be the perfect time for a
counter attack, don’t you think?”
Hitoshi’s cheeks turned slightly pink, half debating activating his quirk and
winning by fighting dirty. “Yeah, well, I can counter attack later,” he mumbled
after deciding he’d rather go ahead with this instead. Whatever ‘this’ was
going to entail. “Like I said, I’m not about to stop you, so you can put me
down.”
It was one of the only times Hitoshi saw Mr. Aizawa’s eyes really light up.
“Why would I, you clearly like it.” He proved his point by grabbing Hitoshi’s
hard cock through his pants. Hitoshi bit back a moan, letting out a high-
pitched whine instead as he ground up against his teacher’s hand. Okay, so
maybe he did like it. Having complete control over anyone he wanted his whole
life, it probably made sense that he wanted someone else to take charge, right?
His whining kept getting louder, just barely muffled by biting his lip, the
harder he ground against Mr. Aizawa’s hand, until his teacher took matters into
his own hands and wrapped another bandage around his mouth. “If you need me to
stop, tap me with your foot.” Hitoshi nodded desperately in return, wiggling in
his bonds, careful to keep his free foot far away from his teacher, and moaning
into the mass of cloth wrapped around his mouth. Mr. Aizawa rubbed him expertly
through his pants, Hitoshi letting his eyes roll back in his head as he got
closer.
Yeah, he could get behind this.
And then, all at once, that hand on his crotch stopped. Hitoshi bucked his hips
desperately, trying to get more of that sweet contact, pleading into the
bandage across his mouth. Mr. Aizawa chuckled darkly. “You’re a mess right
now.”
It was true, painfully true even. But Hitoshi was so close and not in the mood
to think about how he looked right now. He was much more into staring at the
slight cracks in Mr. Aizawa’s always calm exterior; the slight flush on his
face, the way his chest was heaving with every breath, how he was staring
hungrily. He really just needed a little bit of contact at this point, any
little thing, please, anything…
“You want me to make you come, Shinsou?” Hitoshi nodded his head furiously,
begging, praying he wouldn’t be denied. Mr. Aizawa chuckled, slowly unbuttoning
his student’s pants. “As you wish.”
Hitoshi closed his eyes, bracing himself for whatever might happen next, only
to have his cock engulfed by something hot and wet. His eyes snapped open,
greeted by the sight of Mr. Aizawa choking down his dick. His hips stuttered,
and Mr. Aizawa hummed, sending vibrations through his cock, expertly taking the
teenager into his throat. Hitoshi kept fucking his face, screaming into the
bandages wrapped around his face, begging for release. It didn’t take long for
him to come and go slack in Mr. Aizawa’s bandages, spilling down his throat,
making his teacher swallow every last drop.
Mr. Aizawa buttoned Hitoshi’s pants back up a second later before setting him
back down on the ground, Hitoshi wobbling on his legs before finding his
footing again. He stared up something close to reverently, trying to come up
with something to say about what just happened.
It just didn’t come to mind fast enough.
“We’ll practice this again next time I see you,” Mr. Aizawa said simply, wiping
his mouth on the back of his hand before moving to leave.
“Wait, what about, er-“ Hitoshi started, red in the face. But at least he
stopped walking away for the moment. He couldn’t meet his teacher’s eyes after
that. “What about you?”
Mr. Aizawa chuckled in that way that he had, the sound making Hitoshi’s dick
throb. “How about this, if you win two out of three next time, you get to do
whatever you’d like with me. Think of it as an incentive.” He couldn’t do much
besides watch helplessly as Mr. Aizawa walked away on that note.
But that was at least a hell of a promise. He could definitely win if he got an
opening for using his quirk. He did it once, he could absolutely do it again.
Maybe next time he’d actually bring something he could use to restrain Mr.
Aizawa. Be a bit smarter about it. Yeah, he could manage that. He smirked to
himself, knowing his teacher probably wouldn’t be able to see that coming.
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