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Aizawa sat at his desk and stared at the small object sitting atop it. 

It looked like a control button. The square box was small enough to fit in the center of his palm with the button taking up the majority of the area of the box. He picked up the note by the box and read it over for the third time. 

‘Use it well!’

He placed the note into a drawer and sighed. Honestly, pressing the button would be entirely stupid, as he had no idea what it could possibly do but his curiosity was getting the better of him. Aizawa pushed his hair out of his face, and leaned back into his chair when a knock rapped at his door. 

“Come in,” he mumbled, and grabbed the button into his hand and slid his hand under the table. The people in this school were nosy and he had no patience to answer questions about something he also knew nothing about. 

Aizawa sat up as a certain green haired student entered the room, and shut the door behind him. “Midoriya, what can I help you with?” He asked, and watched as the boy played with his fingers for a moment as he tried to gather his words. He traced his thumb over the small button in his hand and contemplated on pressing it. 

“I just had a few questions about the activity we’re doing in heroics,” he said. The activity being them working more on their special moves. Aizawa motioned for him to continue and with permission, the teen flew into his questions. Aizawa answered as best as he could whenever Midoriya’s rambling gave him leeway. 

He internally cursed as he accidentally pressed the button. He waited on bated breath, but sighed as nothing seemed to have happened. Aizawa looked up to apologize for not paying attention when he noticed how quiet it had gotten. He looked up and saw that Midoriya had seemingly paused mid speech. 

“Midoriya?” He called, eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the teen. He placed the button down as he stood up and walked around the table to the teen. He placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder and shook him, bending down a bit to get to his level. His eyes went back to the button and widened a bit. 

Aizawa grabbed Midoriya’s face slightly, noticing how soft the teens face was despite not moving. He shook the boy’s head around, placed his hand under Midoriya’s chin and shut his mouth and sighed as the boy didn’t so much as flinch. He walked out of the room and noticed people stopped mid-walk in the hallway. 

It wasn’t just Midoriya who was frozen, but seemingly everyone in the school since he couldn’t hear any noise. He decided to make sure, taking the button with him as he walked around the building. He knocked before he checked each classroom and each was the same as the last, people frozen mid sentence, frozen in their seats or in the middle of the hall. 

It was baffling, he thought as he walked back into his room, shutting the door and sitting back down with a huff. Aizawa stared at the button in his hand and looked back at the boy before he pressed it, and instantly Midoriya started talking as though he had never stopped and Aizawa stared at the boy incredulously. He pressed the button again and just like the first time, Midoriya stopped speaking as though he was frozen in time. 

Aizawa couldn’t help but laugh in bewilderment at this button. He groaned as he leaned back in his chair, face in his hands as he took in this nonsensical situation. He shook his head and pressed the button again, letting the teen finish his rambling and helped answer the questions that he could before sending the teen back to the dorms. He watched the boy leave, eyes drifting lower than they definitely should have before he snapped out of it when the door shut. 

As illogical as it sounded, it seemed as though this little button could stop time, but nothing about it really made sense. If it did stop time, was there a limit? It seemed to stop time for everyone in the school, did that also apply to everyone outside of school? If not, then how does that affect time for everyone frozen. If it does, then who in the hell could have made a device powerful enough to stop time for the entire world and mostly, why the hell would they give it to him? 

Nothing about this button made sense and he’d have to test it out some more before deciding what to do with it. But for now, he packed up his stuff and headed for his dorm, placing the button in his drawer with the note and locking it. 

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The next day, he got to his office a bit earlier than he usually does and grabbed the button. He put it in his pocket before he made his way to his class. He walked in, quirk activated and noticed all of his students were there and in their seats. He blinked drowsily and placed his bag down as he addressed his class for the morning. 

Aizawa reached into his pocket behind his podium and felt out the button as he finished speaking, waiting to see if anyone had any questions. He saw Iida stand and pressed the button as soon as his mouth opened. Aizawa watched the boy freeze as did everyone else in the class, some facing Iida while others were in the middle of blinking or moving in some other way. 

He chuckled as he placed the button on the podium and moved throughout the room. He just wanted to test out this time freeze just a bit. Based on what happened yesterday, it didn’t seem like anyone would notice him moving unless he wound up in a completely different place from where he was before the freeze. Aizawa moved some of the students around a bit before moving them back to how they were. 

When he was done, he went back to where he was originally standing and pressed the button again. Iida started talking as if nothing had ever stopped him and as Aizawa looked around the room, he noticed that none of the students seemed off about anything. 

As he left the class, button in his pocket, Aizawa couldn’t help but push his face into his scarf, hiding the smile that crept onto his face at the ideas that came to his mind. The sick ideas that had been hounding him for months now reared their revolting head at this new addition. So many of these ideas involved a certain green haired child and Aizawa could no longer ignore them. 

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He wanted to start small and was given an opening when Midoriya had came into his office once more with more questions. 

He listened half-heartedly as the boy spoke, toying with the button before he decided to press it, Midoriya froze immediately. Aizawa placed the button off to the side and stood; he walked around the desk and stood behind the boy. He placed his hands on the teen's waist and squeezed lightly. 

Aizawa slid his hand up the boy’s stomach and undid a few of his shirt buttons before he slid his hand inside his shirt and across his stomach. Aizawa felt himself harden in his pants and ignored it in favor of touching the boy. He ran his other hand down Midoriya’s back before gripping the boy’s ass. He hummed to himself as he touched his student, ignoring the voice in the back of his head yelling at him at how bad of an idea this was.

He buttoned the boy’s shirt back up and moved to sit back down at his desk; he looked over the boy, making sure that nothing seemed out of place. He pressed the button once he was situated and internally smirked at how Midoriya didn’t so much as flinch. 

This button was a mystery and Aizawa truly wondered just how far he could go with this. He thought to himself, as he absentmindedly answered the teen’s questions, would it hurt the boy if he fucked him like that? Would a certain amount of force shake someone out of the time freeze? More things to try out, though as for the second one, he could try it out tonight on patrol. 

“Thank you for answering my questions Mr. Aizawa,” Midoriya said, a blush high on his cheeks. 

“It’s my job, come to me whenever you want,” He replied. He left and Aizawa made a plan for his patrol, and one for afterwards if everything went as it was supposed to that night. 
…

Aizawa huffed as he walked up to the students' dorms a few hours after midnight. His patrol had ended half an hour earlier and he got to test out his theory. The button did work outside of UA and no amount of force will break someone out of it, though it obviously did hurt afterwards, it’s not like he needed to be there to take the blame. 

He pressed the button, freezing time, before entering the dorms. It was a good thing he did since Kaminari was frozen mid step in the kitchen with a bowl of equally frozen cereal. Kaminari didn’t move an inch as Aizawa walked passed him and up the stairs. He walked straight up to his desired room and entered it after checking that it wasn’t locked. 

Izuku laid on his bed, eyes shut in sleep but not moving due to the button. As to not accidentally press the button, he placed it on the boy’s desk before moving towards Izuku. He turned the boy over onto his back and slid his hand under Izuku’s shirt, as he felt the boy’s abs. He pushed the shirt up and over the boy’s head, dropping it to the floor. Aizawa felt around the boy’s chest, pinching his nipples before he leaned down to suck one into his mouth. 

He nipped at the bud before squeezing Izuku’s waist and moved down to his thighs. He spread his thighs open and chucked off his clothes before he climbed onto the bed, in between Izuku’s legs. Aizawa slipped his hands up the boy’s shorts and clutched at the back of his thighs before he pulled Izuku closer to him, setting the boy’s ass on his hips. 

Aizawa leaned down to kiss at his neck as he pulled his shorts and underwear off and threw them off to the side. He groaned as he felt his cock ache at the sight of the boy’s pussy. He pulled his hips back and sighed as he thrusted forward slowly, watching as his dick slid through the boy’s folds. He doubted the boy would be able to get wet with the freeze button so the fact that he’s wet means he was turned on before Aizawa got here. 

He moaned softly as he pressed closer to Izuku, thrusting between his thighs, grinding into the boy’s folds repeatedly. He bit his lip as he oozed precum, before sitting back and looking down at the boy below him. Aizawa scooted back on the bed before he pressed his face to Izuku’s cunt and shoved his tongue into the boy. He flicked his tongue over the boy’s clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucked hard as he pressed two fingers into the boy. 

Izuku was tight. 

Two fingers was a bit much right off the bat for a boy who was still probably a virgin, but that didn’t matter to Aizawa, not when he knew Izuku wouldn’t be moving any time soon. So he shoved his fingers deeper into him, eyes fixed on where his fingers disappeared into the boy. He pulled his fingers out before thrusting them back in. 

He let a string of spit fall onto his fingers as he added a third. He fucked into the boy fast, cock twitching as the wet sound his cunt made with each thrust. Aizawa felt his patience wane and removed his fingers, rubbing his cock over the boy’s cunt to slick himself up before pressing the tip against Izuku’s entrance and pushing in. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing Izuku’s thighs and pushing his legs up, his knees almost touching his shoulders. Aizawa moaned as he folded the teen in half and as he slipped further inside him. “Fuck Izuku you’re about to squeeze my dick off,” he huffed before pulling out and slamming back in, his hips smacking against the boy’s ass as he sank balls deep into his cunt with a loud moan. 

Aizawa stilled, catching his breath as he stared down at the boy beneath him. He released the boy’s legs, letting them fall back to the bed around his hips. He leaned down to press a kiss to Izuku’s lips as he pulled out before pressing back in with a low moan. Aizawa paid no mind to just how still Izuku was as he sat up on his knees, grabbed the boy’s waist, pulled out before slamming back into him. Groaning as his cock dragged along Izuku’s walls. 

He fucked Izuku hard, the slapping sound of his hips meeting Izukus’ echoed in the room, drowning out his grunts and moans. He gripped Izuku’s waists, pulling the boy to meet his rough thrusts as he chased his orgasm. With a sharp grunt he slammed his cock deep into Izuku and came, sighing as he emptied into him. 

He pulled out and watched as his cum flowed out of Izuku’s pussy. Aizawa sighed as he caressed the boy’s thighs before turning the teen over onto his stomach and positioning him onto his knees with his face in his pillow. He spread the boy’s ass before slapping one of the cheeks harshly. He leaned down to kiss the flesh before doing it again. 

With a huff, Aizawa pushed back into Izuku’s pussy, relishing in the warmth that surrounded his cock in an instant. His hand fell harshly onto the boy’s ass cheeks as he fucked into him, watching the recoil with each thrust. 

He leaned over to kiss down the boy’s neck and back as he pressed deeply into his cunt. Aizawa bit the tip of Izuku’s ear as he grunted with a particularly harsh thrust. “Ah you feel so fucking good Izuku,” he moaned. “Gonna fuck this pussy for hours.” 

Sitting up, he gripped the back of Izuku’s neck and pressed him harder into his pillows as he fucked him. Aizawa got lost in the motion of pulling out and pushing into Izuku’s welcoming cunt. He grabbed Izuku’s waist harshly and briefly wondered if the boy would bruise before pushing that thought out of his mind as he felt his next orgasm coming. 

He rammed his cock into the body below him, chasing his own orgasm in the gushing cunt below him. Aizawa bit his lip as he came again, pulling the boy’s ass to meet his hips as he shot inside Izuku once more. 

“Haa, ha shit,” he moaned, pulling out to watch his cum drip down Izuku’s thighs. Aizawa debated on leaving, he was tired from patrol and had already came twice but decided once more wouldn’t hurt. 

This time he placed Izuku on the floor on his knees and stared in amazement at the fact that Izuku stayed up. He stayed in whatever position Aizawa put him in and the man couldn’t help but moan softly at the thought. He opened the boy’s mouth, tilted his head back and slapped his cock across the boy’s face, smearing his own cum over his lips and cheek, before pressing his cock passed the boy’s lips. 

He gripped the back of the boy’s hair harshly and thrusted into his throat, pushing as far into his mouth as his cock would go. 

Aizawa groaned as he pressed Izuku’s nose into his pubes as his cock went down the teens throat. Izuku didn’t swallow or make any movement of any sort but his throat was still tight and Aizawa couldn’t stop his dick from twitching. 

It took a moment for Aizawa to calm down so he didn’t cum immediately, when he no longer felt as though he was about to bust, he pulled out before pushing back in. He grabbed Izuku’s hair with both hands, pulled out, then slammed back into the teens throat. 

He used his grip on the boy to pull him in to meet his hips as he fucked into his throat. Izuku’s mouth was slick with saliva, easing the force of his thrusts. Aizawa couldn’t stop the loud moan as fucked the poor teens throat. He pulled Izuku all the way onto his cock, as close to him as he could as he came down his throat with a groan. He was slightly worried that Izuku would choke but suspected that the boy would be fine as he pulled out. 

Thoroughly exhausted, and fucked out, Aizawa just wanted to sleep but since he wasn’t in the mood to go to jail, he took the time to clean his cum out of the boy’s cunt, taking the time to taste him some more. 

He wiped down the sheets before redressing the teen and placing him back in bed. Aizawa put his own clothes back on and grabbed the button on the desk before pressing a final kiss to Izuku’s lips and leaving the room. 

Kaminari was still in the kitchen when he walked back downstairs. He walked out of the dorms and took off towards the teachers dorms, pressing the button on his way there. Aizawa wondered, as he walked into the dorms and nodded to the still awake teachers, if Izuku would be in class tomorrow. 

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He was not in class the next day but showed up the day after stating he had apparently come down with a cold but was feeling perfectly fine now. 

Aizawa sat at his desk as his students studied and watched each of them, eyes straying to Izuku more and more often as he felt his cock harden in his pants. He reaches into his pocket for the button and presses it, watching as everyone in the room freezes mid movement. He reaches down to palm himself through his pants before standing up and making his way over to Izuku. 

He stands over the boy’s sitting form before grabbing him out of his seat and carrying him to his desk. He bends Izuku over his desk and smirks at the sight of the boy. Bent over in front of his whole class.

Aizawa is curious as to how Izuku will react when he restarts time. He reaches under the boy to undo his belt and pants before pulling them down his hips along with his underwear. He drops the boy’s pants at his ankles and takes the time to spread his cheeks. His cunt looks normal and Aizawa is a bit miffed that there are no signs of his late night visit but decides to ignore it. 

His fingers slip through Izuku’s folds, clicking his teeth at how dry he is. He could eat the boy out, slick up his cunt with his own saliva but thinks of a better idea. He sits back down in his chair and pulls Izuku to the floor under his desk before situating the boy in between his legs. Pulling out his cock, he sighs as he strokes himself over Izuku’s face before pressing his tip against the boy's lips. 

He sighed as he sank into the boy’s throat with little resistance. 

Tightening his grip in Izuku’s hair, he pulled the boy back a bit before shoving his head back into his lap. 

“Haa fuck,” he grunted loudly as Izuku’s throat opened up for him. Aizawa stared at his class as he moved Izuku up and down his cock with slow movements. He leaned back in his chair and thought about what would happen if Izuku was no longer frozen. How would he react to ‘waking up’ choking on his teacher's cock? Would he cry? 

Yeah most likely considering who he was talking about. 

He shoved the boy’s head into his pelvis and held him there as he felt his cock twitch along Izuku’s throat. Fuck he wanted to see the boy cry. He stood up and slammed his hips against Izuku’s face, grunting as he started fucking the boy’s throat harshly. 

The slick sound of his cock pushing deep into the teen’s throat made him lightheaded and he realized he could do this all day. He felt himself getting close and pulled out of Izuku’s mouth; he grabbed the boy and bent him back over the desk before gripping his cock and jerking it before shooting his load over the boy’s spread cunt. 

He pressed his cock against the boy, grinding against his own mess to slick his cock up before pushing into him. His hips met Izuku’s ass and he couldn’t stop the low noise that left him as he sank all the way into the teen.  

Aizawa grabbed the boy’s waist as he drew back before plowing back into him with a hiss. He fucked into the body below him with abandon. He leaned over Izuku, hands resting on the desk beside the boy’s head as his thrusts got quicker, pistoning into his welcoming pussy. Aizawa pulled Izuku up to his chest and held him there. 

He stared at each of his students as he plunged deeper into Izuku, groaning at the feeling of his cunt gripping his cock with each thrust. The slapping sound of his hips meeting Izuku’s ass sounded out in the room, making him light headed as his orgasm neared. His stomach tautened as, and he harshly gripped at Izuku’s waist before slamming into Izuku, pressing deeply into the boy as he came. 

He pushed the boy back onto the table and pulled out, pushing his hair out of his face, Aizawa sat back into his chair. He stared absentmindedly at his seed dripping down the boy’s thighs and wondered what he should do next. Honestly, Aizawa was exhausted and hadn’t been able to sleep properly in days. He wondered what would happen if he decided to just take a nap really quickly and it took no time for him to pull his sleeping bag out, climb in it and fall asleep against the wall. 

Either everything would work itself out, or he’d have an interesting scene to wake up to. 
…

Aizawa wasn’t sure how long he was asleep for but woke up to the sight of a still bent over Izuku, who was still naked from the waist down and the rest of his class still frozen. 

He stood up and slipped out of his sleeping back, grunting as his bones cracked from stretching. Aizawa really wondered how long he could keep time frozen and just what exactly could that little button do. He stayed unfrozen so does that mean, if he was holding onto someone they would remain unfrozen alongside him as well?

Well, who knows, it wasn’t like Aizawa was going to do that anyways, not with the load of issues that could cause. 

He grabbed some tissues and wiped his cum off the boy’s thighs and the bit that dripped off the floor. He paused as he brought his hand to Izuku’s entrance, debating on whether he should clean the boy out before he decided against it. There wasn’t a lot still left in him so he just placed a small kiss on the boy’s ass before pulling his pants up over his hips and redoing the belt. 

Carrying the boy back to his seat was no hardship and Aizawa sighed as he sat back at his desk. He held the button in his hand and let Izuku enter his peripheral before pressing it. Iida started talking immediately, as though his teacher hadn’t just fucked his friend in front of him and everyone else. 

Aizawa watched with lidded eyes as Izuku’s eyes widened slightly as he shifted around in his seat. He could see the twinge of pain on the boy’s face and see how he laughed and waved away his friend's concern, stating he was simply tired with a cough.

It was as entertaining as he thought it would be. Watching the boy try to be normal with a sore throat and sore cunt. 

Class went by as usual after that and Aizawa spent the rest of his afternoon trying out the button more often, trying to see if it could do anything else but it seemed as though it would freeze everywhere. When he got back to his room later that day, Aizawa wanted to see what would happen if he was touching another living being while pressing the button. 

So he grabbed his cat. 

The orange cat meowed as it walked up to him, purring and rubbing up on his shins. With how nice it was behaving, something was probably broken but he ignored it as he picked it up. He pulled the button out of his pocket and pressed it, eyes never straying from the small creature. 

He hummed when he noticed that the cat was still moving even after the button had been pressed and left his room to go see the other teachers to make sure they were frozen, and sure enough they were. Aizawa had no idea what he would do with that information, but chuckled at the fact that he found out something new about the mysterious button. 

Aizawa walked back to his room, and pressed the button once more as he let his cat down and shut the door behind him. It was getting late and Aizawa debated on going to Izuku’s dorm later that night. He could give the boy a break since he already fucked him that day but the thought that he could fuck him that night, and just like the previous night Izuku could do nothing about it, made up his mind for him. 

He didn’t have patrol that night, but even if he did, he had all the time in the world.

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Izuku’s POV 

Izuku squirmed in his seat, shifting his weight as the ache between his legs became more prominent the longer he stayed seated. It was the same ache he had felt the day before that had him claiming he was sick. 

He had fallen asleep that night sore in the arms and legs from his workout but not in pain and woke up with an aching soreness. Not in his arms or his thighs, but in between the latter. 

Izuku wasn’t one to masturbate, the action not really one he had time to do or any real motive. He wasn’t a really sexual person and while he didn’t hate the few times he masturbated, it never really called to him. But while he didn’t do it much anymore, Izuku knew what it felt like to be penetrated. He’s used his fingers once, and never again since it didn’t feel all that good to him, but the ache he was feeling was distantly familiar if not amplified by a hundred. 

Did that mean someone had touched him while he slept? Had assaulted him? ‘It wasn’t possible,’ Izuku thought to himself as he walked to lunch, just slightly behind his friends. They were all used to him getting lost in thought, so no one paid him any attention. 

Izuku could fall asleep easily, but by no means was he a heavy sleeper, hell he woke up at the presence of Aoyama standing on his balcony. There’s no way he would sleep through someone raping him, not unless they used a quirk, but last he checked there weren’t any students or teachers with a quirk that would let them get away with that.

Well, except Midnight, he supposed, but with the twinge he felt as he walked, Izuku was more inclined to believe it was somebody with a different package than Midnight was carrying. Though, loathe he is to think ill of a teacher and a pro hero nonetheless, he wouldn’t rule her out. 

But what brought this thought to Izuku, was the ache he was feeling right now. He had been listening to Iida when he suddenly felt pain. It had come out of nowhere, and it was so sudden he couldn’t stop the visible wince. His throat was also incredibly sore and he couldn’t help but cough as he tried answering Uraraka. He played it off as still feeling a bit under the weather but Izuku is certain it’s the same as the other night.

He just didn’t know what was going on.

By the end of the day Izuku was still feeling a bit of pain so he excused himself from his extra training session with All Might, to which the man thankfully understood, and headed to his dorm to stretch and rest. 

“Ah young Midoriya, you’re a growing boy and you were just sick! Rest some more for the rest of the week. It’ll help you grow, hahaha.”

Or so All Might said. 

Izuku had paused upon seeing his homeroom teacher, Mr. Aizawa, walking near him. “Ah hello Mr. Aizawa,” he said, walking up to the man. Said man turned to stare down at him, eyebrow raising slightly before he nodded his head a bit. 

“Hello, Midoriya. Heading back to the dorms so soon? Don’t you usually practice for a bit longer?” He asked, looking around their area. 

Izuku nodded, a light blush on his cheeks from the knowledge that the man knew about this part of his schedule. “Yes sir, but I haven’t been feeling all that well lately so All Might told me to just rest up.” 

“Well alright, I’ll walk you there since I’m headed that way anyways,” Aizawa said, nodding before taking off. Izuku walked beside the man, wondering briefly what business he had at the student dorms before dismissing the thought. It wasn’t any of his business, and if it was then well that’s why the man would be there. 

They walked in silence for a few minutes before Mr. Aizawa spoke up. “You said you hadn’t been feeling well, is everything okay? Have you gone to see Recovery Girl?” 

“Oh I’m fine,” he babbled, waving his hands in front of his face. “It’s just a bit more soreness than I’m used to and a little cough. If it gets serious then I'll go to see her.”

The man just hummed, hands shoved deep into his pockets, eyes downcast as they walked. Izuku cleared his throat and frowned when he felt a breeze. He looked down and noticed a few of the buttons on his shirt were undone. Odd, he knew he was in a bit of a rush to get back to his room, but how clumsy could he have been to not finish dressing himself. 

He shook his head with a sigh, ignoring it since he was about to shower and change anyway. There were other students already back, Izuku thought as he saw the shoes lined against the wall and saw and heard them speaking (read: screaming) to each other. Mr. Aizawa didn’t follow him in, so Izuku guessed his business was just making sure he knew where the others were. 

Izuku walks past the common room, greeting his friends and stepping around kacchan who was yelling at both Kirishima and Kaminari. He made his way to the stairs, turning the corner before pausing, tripping over his feet slightly as a sharp pain shot through his body out of nowhere. It didn’t stop at his lower half but crawled its way up to his stomach making him feel sick. It felt as though he had been roughly penetrated for hours and Izuku was glad no one could see the tears that filled his eyes as he slowly made his way up to his room. 

He collapsed on his bed almost immediately upon entering his room. Curling in on himself, Izuku sighed trying to will the pain away. He wondered why this was happening and who was doing this to him. Telling a teacher would be the correct thing to do, but what would he even say? How would he go about explaining this situation? Would they even believe him to begin with?

And…who can he even trust? 

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Aizawa had resigned to waiting until later that night to see Izuku since he knew the boy usually worked out with All Might, when he saw the boy walking towards the student dorms. He watched the boy walk for some time before allowing Izuku to notice him before walking up to him.

“Hello, Midoriya. Heading back to the dorms so soon? Don’t you usually practice for a bit longer?” He asked, looking around their area, making sure no one was around. Well, not that it mattered. 

Izuku nodded, a light blush on his cheeks. “Yes sir, but I haven’t been feeling all that well lately so All Might told me to just rest up.” 

“Well alright, I’ll walk you there since I’m headed that way anyways,” Aizawa said, nodding before taking off. He watched the boy out of the corner of his eye and noticed Izuku peaking at him every so often. 

They walked in silence for a few minutes before Aizawa spoke up. “You said you hadn’t been feeling well, is everything okay? Have you gone to see Recovery Girl?” 

“Oh I’m fine,” Izuku babbled, waving his hands in front of his face. “It’s just a bit more soreness than I’m used to and a little cough. If it gets serious then I'll go to see her.” 

Aizawa just nodded with a hum before shoving his hands into his pockets, feeling around for the button before pressing it. Like all of the other times, Izuku froze immediately, but so did their surroundings. The birds over them stopped flying, pausing midair like some sort of painting and the trees stopped blowing. Once again Aizawa considered the button in his pocket and thought that if the devil existed, this was something he made to exploit the man to sin.

And sin he did. 

Aizawa moved to stand in front of Izuku and placed his hand on the boy's cheek, soft and still. He traced his thumb over the freckles that covered his cheek before leaning down to press a soft kiss to one of them. 

His lips trailed down the boy's face and down his neck. His hands moved down Izuku’s chest and started to unbutton his top, stopping when half of the boy’s shirt was undone. Aizawa kissed down his neck and to his chest, leaning over a bit due to their height difference. His tongue ghosts over the boy’s nipple before pressing an open mouth kiss to his throat. Aizawa stands and quickly buttons the boy’s shirt before moving back to his spot and fixing his pants, not wanting the teen to see his hard-on. 

After making sure he was sufficiently covered, Aizawa pressed the button, allowing time to flow freely once more. He fell into a smooth step next to the boy as if nothing had ever happened. Aizawa didn’t notice Izuku staring at his shirt with mute confusion, too busy thinking about future plans he had. 

Aizawa hadn’t followed the boy into the dorms, instead watching as he made his way to the stairs. As soon as the boy turned the corner he pressed the button in his pocket and watched or rather listened as time froze, the screaming of his students ceased immediately and he made his way into the dorms. He quickly found Izuku and the sight of the boy immediately had his cock hardening in his pants. 

He wasn’t in any mood for foreplay as he undid Izuku’s belt and pushed his pants and underwear down in one swoop. He only pushed them down to the boy's thighs before positioning Izuku against the wall, bending his back slightly so his ass was sticking out. Not wanting to seriously hurt Izuku, Aizawa kneeled behind him, hands coming up to spread his cheeks. He huffed at the sight of Izuku’s cunt, kissing his thighs then pressing his tongue against his clit. 

Aizawa moaned, pressing closer as he licked into the boy’s folds, pressing against his entrance before moving to suck back on his clit. He tightened his grip on the boy’s ass as he groaned, before moving back. He stood up and pulled his dick out, stroking himself to the sight of the teen in front of him. Pressed up against the wall, legs spread slightly, only hindered by the pants caging his thighs, ass sticking out. Presenting himself like an early Christmas gift. 

All for him. 

Just for him.

He spat in his hand, stroking himself more as he lined up with the boy’s entrance and sighed as he pushed in. It was a tight fit, and Aizawa knew that spit wouldn’t really help, but he had fucked the boy yesterday, and had been doing it somewhat regularly, so it wouldn’t be as bad he assumed. 

“Haa,” he moaned softly as he bottomed out, grinding his hips into the boy’s ass. He reached around and grabbed Izuku’s chin, pulling his head up so he could get access to his neck. 

Aizawa pulled out before plunging back in, sighing against Izuku’s neck as the boy clung to his cock, unknowingly trying to keep him in. He held the boy close to him, barely pulling out before slamming back inside of him, rutting against him when he didn’t even feel like pulling out. He pulled away a bit, letting more saliva fall from his mouth and onto his cock before pushing back inside. 

He placed his hands on the wall in front of them to give himself leverage before fucking Izuku faster, eyes transfixed on his cock pistoning in and out of the teens tight cunt. Aizawa closed his eyes and tried imagining the sounds Izuku would make as Aizawa fucked him. Wondered just how wet he could get the teen. 

His moans got louder, hips stuttering before he slammed into Izuku, pushing the frozen teen into the wall as he came. He stayed there for a moment to catch his breath before pulling out, and pulling Izuku’s pants and underwear back up. He redid Izuku’s belt and stuffed his own dick back into his pants before moving Izuku roughly into the position he found him in. 

Aizawa pressed a short kiss to Izuku’s hair as a slight apology, because he knew the boy would be sore since there was basically no lubrication then left, pressing the button to restart time when he was well away from the student dorms. 

He really should give the boy a break, Aizawa thought. 

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And a break he gave him. 

He had given Izuku three weeks of a break.

Only pausing time to jerk off on or over the boy, to touch him here or there but never fucking him. Almost a month of not being inside of Izuku was making Aizawa go insane, but the plan he had thought of the last time he took the boy made him want Izuku to relax, since he knew the boy had been tense. 

And it worked. 

Though Izuku was still shifty, he was noticeably more relaxed than he was almost a month ago. It was unfortunate, Aizawa thought, that it wouldn’t last but he had no plans of stopping what he was doing entirely. 

He just hoped this…new idea wouldn't get him caught. 

When the day was over, he said goodbye to the overly cheerful students as it was now officially the weekend. Some of them would be headed home, while others would stay and, the lack of a form showed that Izuku would be one of the ones staying in the dorms. He watched them leave and started on his work, not able to enact his plan until later that night. 

After finishing his work, Aizawa took his things and headed to the teachers dorms. Some others were in there, and he nodded to them before heading to his room. It was pretty late in the evening, but as it was only about 6, he decided to just take a nap . 

When he woke up, it was a little bit past 1 in the morning. 

A perfect time. 

Aizawa pressed the button, freezing time so none of the teachers noticed him leaving before grabbing a bag of things he’d need and leaving. He made sure his door was locked since he was sure how far the time freezing worked and wouldn’t want someone coming in for some unknown reason. 

Everything was quiet as he quickly made his way to the 1A dorms, before sneaking in. He paused when he noticed a light on and noticed Tokoyami in the kitchen, not moving. He watched for a bit more and when there was no change in movement he called out the red hairs name. 

He walked up to the boy and chuckled softly. This button really was interesting. 

He made his way to Izuku’s dorm and tried opening it when he noticed it was locked. Aizawa huffed, picking the lock and stepping inside before locking it behind him. He took a moment to stare at the teen. Izuku was lying on his side, eyes shut and mouth parted slightly. 

Aizawa couldn’t be sure if Izuku was actually asleep before he paused time but it wasn’t like it mattered. He pulled the blanket off the boy and smiled as he took off Izuku’s shirt, leaving his shorts and underwear on for now. He took out the quirk restraining cuffs, and cuffed each of the boy’s hands to his headboard. 

Now, it wasn’t like Aizawa needed the cuffs, considering his quirk, but using his quirk on the boy when he planned on fucking him while he wasn’t frozen, would be all but shouting who he was. He blindfolded the teen, and placed a gag in his mouth as a short precaution even though the rooms were soundproof. 

When he was done, he pulled his capture scarf off, placing it on the desk near him. He pressed the button in his pocket and waited, wanting to see if Izuku was actually asleep or not. When the boy didn’t move besides scrunching up his nose he moved closer and placed his hand on the boy’s bare chest before pressing the button again. 

He watched Izuku’s chest move and hummed, thankful that half of his theory worked out. He’d have to leave the room to check on the other half so he did so, shutting the door softly behind him. 

Aizawa made his way down the stairs silently and when he got to the common room and noticed that Tokoyami was frozen just in a different position, he smiled. 

“So many fun possibilities,” Aizawa chuckled to himself as he made his way back to Izuku’s room. 
…

When he got there, he made sure to grab the voice modulator, once again trying not to get caught since he was self aware enough to admit that he got pretty noisy when it came to Izuku. He presses it to his throat and tests it out, pleased when the voice that came out sounded nothing like his own. 

He stripped his clothes off, leaving him in his underwear and climbed into the bed, situating himself between Izuku’s thighs. He removed the gag and threw it to the floor before leaning down to kiss the boy’s pink lips. He licked at Izuku’s bottom lip before biting and pulling on it, moaning as he grinded his hard on against the teen, snaking his tongue into Izuku’s mouth. 

Aizawa grinned as Izuku groaned, turning his head to get away from the sensation but he held the boy still, grinding harder against him as he trailed kisses down Izuku’s neck. He felt Izuku’s breath hitch and stopped himself from outright laughing. 

“Wh-Who’s there?” Izuku questioned softly, voice thick with exhaustion as he pulled on the cuffs. “H-Huh?” 

Aizawa bit down on one of his nipples at the same time as he pressed harder against the boy’s clothed pussy causing him to yelp.

“St-Stop! Who are you?” Izuku all but screamed. He was struggling now, hips twisting and pushing, trying to get the bigger man off of him. Izuku tried shoving him off with his legs but paused when he heard the other man groan softly. 

He realized what he had accidentally done and gasped as tears came to his eyes. The man above him chuckled, and the sound caused Izuku to flinch. 

Aizawa continued kissing down the boy’s body, leaving light hickeys where his clothes should cover. He gripped Izuku’s shorts and pulled them off, holding the boy down with one arm when he started fighting again, but harder as he seemingly realized what the man was going to do to him. 

“Please, please no! Please leave me alone,” he cried, and Aizawa watched transfixed as tears started to soak the blindfold before some slipped down his cheeks. He pulled the shorts all the way off, throwing them somewhere before he leaned over and licked one of the boy’s tears. 

Izuku hiccuped before sobbing harder as Aizawa started rutting against him once more. Aizawa sat back up and wasted no time before pulling Izuku’s boxers off, barely even noticing the boy’s kicking. He threw them on the floor and held Izuku’s legs open, trying to capture the sight of the boy spread open and trembling beneath him to memory.  His hands didn’t move even as Izuku fought to close his legs. 

He leaned down, kissing the boy’s thighs as he moved further down. As he got closer to Izuku’s core, he sucked and bit on the skin, leaving darker marks where he knew they would be hidden by Izuku’s boxers. Aizawa wondered for a moment how Izuku would shower around his classmates, and smirked. The thought of Izuku having to shower later, or figure out a way to hide the marks pleased him. Aizawa placed a soft kiss on Izuku’s clit, smiling when he felt the boy flinch before flicking his tongue through his folds. 

Aizawa heard the boy hiccup, sobs stopping every now and then as he pressed his face closer to his cunt. He moaned, wrapping his lips around Izuku’s clit and sucked hard, causing Izuku to tense up with a hoarse shout. He eyed the teen as he ate him out, watching his body tense and shake. He could see Izuku biting his lip trying to stop his moans, and grunted, shoving his tongue into the boy as deep as he could. 

The thighs around his head tensed as Izuku screamed, back arching off the bed slightly. Aizawa could see the tears falling down the boy’s cheeks like a fountain. 

Beautiful. 

Izuku really was beautiful. 

Aizawa flicked his tongue over the boy’s clit, sucking slightly before pressing into his folds and teasing his entrance. Pressing inside of him before pulling out and going back to his clit. Wet, slurping sounds could be heard over Izuku’s moans and soft cries, making the boy cry harder. He could feel the man’s saliva and his own wetness drip down his ass. 

Izuku hated himself for feeling good, hated how his body betrayed him and slickened up. He hated the almost pornographic moan that left him when he felt the man push a finger inside of him. He pleaded for the man to stop, words and sounds leaving his mouth like a prayer: low and soft, and going unheard, mainly spoken for himself since he knew the man wouldn’t listen. 

Aizawa grinned as he fucked another finger into Izuku, eyes partially rolling back. It was smooth, his fingers were met with no resistance and Aizawa couldn’t help but be happy knowing that Izuku was enjoying this, of his own volition or not. 

His cunt squelched loudly with each thrust of his fingers making Izuku flinch slightly. Aizawa sat up, happy to just watch the boy fall apart under his fingers. And fall apart he did. 

As he added a third finger, Izuku’s voice got louder and louder. Aizawa thrusted his fingers into him harshly, not caring about the ache in his arm as he sped up. He leaned over to give Izuku a kiss, all tongue and spit even though Izuku didn’t respond. 

Aizawa could feel Izuku getting close. He could see it too. Could see the way the boy trembled, legs shaking and trying to shut around him. Izuku clenched down on his fingers and came with a shout, his back arched off the bed and he pulled harshly on the cuffs. Aizawa fucked him through it, thrusting his fingers into him even when the boy whimpered and cried from overstimulation. 

Izuku started to babble, too tired and sensitive to formulate actual words as he tried to beg the man to stop. Aizawa took pity on him and pulled his fingers out, huffing when the boy relaxed into the bed almost instantly. Wanting to tease him just a bit more before getting to the main course of the night, Aizawa leaned down and Izuku tensed immediately at the movement. With no hesitation, Aizawa sucked harshly on Izuku clits. The boy screamed, legs clenching shut around his head. 

He pulled back, laughing as he pushed Izuku’s thighs back onto the bed. Not getting off the bed, Aizawa pulled his underwear off and threw it to the floor. He grabbed his cock and stroked it to the sight in front of him. 

Izuku didn’t try to close his legs again and was spread out, dripping cunt on full display. Leaning over, Aizawa nudged his cock against Izuku, pressing down with a moan as his cock slipped through the boy’s wet folds and nudged his clit. 

At the feeling, Izuku tensed once more, pleading coming back tenfold as he yanked on the cuffs, begging the man not to do what he was about to do. Most of his words were mumbled, unclear and Aizawa didn’t pay attention as he pressed the head of his cock to Izuku’s entrance, biting his lips as Izuku fought harder. 

Aizawa raised a hand and caressed Izuku’s cheek, pressing his lips to the boy’s forehead in a soft kiss as he pushed in. He grunted as Izuku tightened, pausing as half of his cock sat snuggly in the boy’s tight cunt. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. 

Izuku flinched at the deep, mechanical voice in his ear and sobbed as he was stretched full. “Please, no no no, please stop,” he prattled, drool slipping down his chin as he tried to keep his mouth closed. 

“Ha, relax Zu, you’re going to cut off my dick at this rate,” Aizawa chuckled, placing his hands on either side of the boy’s head and pulling out slightly before thrusting back in. He didn’t pay attention to the choked sounds the boy was letting out as he fucked into his cunt. 

After repeating this motion a few more times, Aizawa was able to thrust all the way in, groaning as he bottomed out. He stilled, trying not to cum so quickly and chose to stare at Izuku. It was a good thing he decided not to fuck the boy for the last few weeks, because it felt like he was taking his virginity all over again. 

He kept his eyes on Izuku’s face as he started moving, thrusting with slow, but harsh movements. Izuku whimpered, and squeaked, whined and moaned as he was stretched slowly. Aizawa watched it all, listening to each sound and capturing any movement, drinking it all in and getting drunk off the sight. He was drawn in, mesmerized at the sight of the boy breaking beneath him, and Aizawa never wanted this to end. 

He wanted to keep Izuku like this forever, tied up, dripping wet and stuffed full of his cock. The thought had his hips meeting Izuku’s harsher than normal causing the boy to let out a weak sob. He wouldn’t apologize because he didn’t particularly feel sorry, in fact, Aizawa sped up, fucking Izuku faster. 

The room filled with the noises of their copulating. His grunts were drowned out by Izuku’s pathetic noises. The wet sounds of Izuku’s gushing cunt being stretched and pounded by his dick. 

It was intoxicating. 

“Fuck Izuku you feel so good. So nice and wet for me,” He moaned, leaning down to lick into the boy’s mouth. 

Izuku couldn’t even think, sounds being forced out of his chest were all he could make. It hurt, but it also felt good. Pain. Pleasure. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to feel, if he should try fighting harder, even if it is pointless since the cuffs on his wrist seemed like quirk restraints, or if he should just give in. 

There was nothing he could do.

The man fucking him was bigger and stronger than him, obviously clever as well if he was able to get into not only UA but his dorm room with triggering any alarm. Not for the first time did Izuku think that this might be a teacher, but getting into his room and doing all of this was bound to get someone's attention to it must be a quirk and there was no teacher here that had a quirk like that. 

“Hnngh,” a particularly rough thrust had him clenching his teeth. 

“Ngh Zu, baby, I’m so close,” came a soft, robotic voice. 

“Not inside! Please not inside of me!” Izuku cried, begging the man not to orgasm in him. All he got in response was a short huff of laughter.

Aizawa thought it was cute, the begging. Everything about Izuku was just so cute he couldn’t help but push closer to the boy, fucking him even harder. As he felt himself getting closer, he could feel his restraint slipping. The bed creaked as he slammed into him, chasing his orgasm. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” with a long groan, and one last thrust, he pressed his hips against Izuku’s pressing his cock deeply into the boy as he came. Izuku just sobbed and Aizawa couldn’t help the moan he let out as the boy gave up, legs tensing and untensing as he sobbed. 

He didn’t move for a few minutes, softly grinding his hips into Izuku’s as he finished emptying inside of the teen. After a moment he sat up and pulled out, spreading the boy’s legs and holding them open as he watched his cum seep out of the boy’s cunt. Izuku didn’t fight him, just cried into the blindfold. 

Using two fingers, Aizawa pressed his cum back into Izuku, pushing it in deep. He watched the boy as he lazily fingered him, his cock hardening as Izuku twitched and whimpered. 

“You look so good like this Zu,” he started, surprising the boy briefly. “Spread open and dripping with my cum, fuck you look like the perfect whore.”

Aizawa laughed as Izuku flinched and cried harder. He wondered if he should be worried about all the tears but Izuku was prone to crying anyways, so he ignored it. He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the boy’s stomach. He gripped the boy’s waist and pulled his lower half off of the bed, marveling at how small he was compared to him, and pushed his cock back into his cunt. Izuku clenched down on him instantly, but it didn’t stop him from bottoming out. 

He removed one hand to push his hair back before grabbing the boy again and pulled out before thrusting back in, pulling Izuku to meet his thrust. Forgoing tenderness, Aizawa fucked Izuku with abandon. He watched his dick disappear inside of Izuku, and groaned at the sight. 

He grabbed Izuku’s legs and positioned them on his shoulder before leaning down, folding the boy in half. Aizawa lost himself in the movement, barely noticing as Izuku clenched down around him and came once more. He could feel Izuku’s thighs shaking but ignored it, as he pressed deeper into Izuku. 

“Shit,” he sighed as he came unexpectedly. He grabbed Izuku’s legs and pressed them to the bed by the boy’s head, testing the limits of the teen’s flexibility. 

Not pulling out, he started fucking him again. His pace was slow and soft, wanting to drag this out as long as he could. Izuku was gasping, body trembling as he was overstimulated without a break. 

It was too much. Too much, too much pleasure hurt, Izuku realized as the man started again without even pulling out. Izuku was too full, and he was sore. His body folded in on itself as his legs were pressed by his ears, held down while he was penetrated over and over again. He wondered briefly if this was just a terrible nightmare, but he knew better. 

He whined at the feeling of the man’s dick, dragging through the walls of his vagina. He was soaking wet and knew his pristine All Might sheets would be ruined. The man above him moaned as he came again and Izuku grunted softly at the tickling feeling of cum dribbling out of him and down his ass as he was stuffed full. 

Aizawa pulled out after orgasming again, letting Izuku’s legs fall back on the bed. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been here but it wasn’t like it mattered. He spread Izuku’s folds and watched his cum pool out onto the bed. Breathtaking. 

He got off the bed and shook his head with a smile as he heard Izuku’s breath hitch, thinking it was over. Poor boy. Aizawa walked to his bag and grabbed a bottle of water and took a sip. He walked over to Izuku and pressed the bottle to the boy’s lips.

“Drink,” he ordered. Izuku bit his lip, turning his head slightly to avoid the bottle. “It’s just water darling,” Aizawa huffed. Izuku kept his head turned, refusing to acknowledge the man. 

With a sigh, Aizawa pressed down on Izuku’s chin and opened his mouth before pouring a bit of the water down his throat. He shut the boy’s mouth and watched him swallow before doing it again a few more times. When half of the bottle was done, he patted Izuku’s cheek and put the bottle away. 

He climbed back onto the bed, straddling the boy’s chest. He stroked himself to the miserable look on Izuku’s face and thought about the boy’s mouth. Aizawa pressed a finger to Izuku’s lip and hummed when he kept his mouth closed. He pressed the tip of his cock to his lips next, smearing some precum on them. He pressed on the boy’s chin roughly, forcing his mouth open and Izuku started sobbing again, but didn’t beg or plead. The boy just stayed silent. 

“If you bite me, I swear to god you’ll regret it, do you understand me?” Aizawa asked, hooking his thumb behind the boy’s teeth to keep his jaw open. He felt Izuku hesitantly nod after a few moments and hummed. “Good boy.” 

He fed his dick into Izuku’s mouth and moaned when lips wrapped around him. Izuku didn’t suck, and he never thought the boy would. He gripped the boy’s hair and slid deeper into the boy’s throat, pausing when Izuku gagged before starting again. Aizawa let out a loud curse when his hips met Izuku’s face, and his cock was settled nicely in the teen’s throat. 

The tight squeeze felt heavenly and Aizawa so badly wanted to undo the blindfold and watch as Izuku realized whose cock was nestled in his throat. He slid out partially before thrusting back in, grunting as teeth scraped him. He pulled on Izuku’s hair as a warning and Izuku choked as he tried to fix it. 

Aizawa went slowly, not wanting to ruin the kid's throat. The soft slick noises of his cock made his stomach clench. Everything about Izuku was entrancing, the way his throat expanded as his cock slid deeper into it, to the way his hips would thrust up unknowingly. 

He was never going to give this boy up. 

“Ha Izuku, you’re mine, okay? Fuck you’re perfect, such a beautiful and perfect boy,” he babbled mindlessly, before groaning as Izuku’s throat constricted around him tightly. 

He shut his eyes as he rocked his hips, bumping into Izuku’s nose, pausing occasionally to press deep into his throat. Aizawa gripped the headboard in front of him with one hand while his other tugged on Izuku’s hair. Moving into a more comfortable position, Aizawa thrusted harder, slamming his hips home as he chased another orgasm. He felt Izuku’s tongue move, caressing the underside of his cock and choked out a moan as he came. His hips stuttered as he held Izuku’s face against his pelvis and shot his load down the teen’s throat. 

He heard and felt Izuku choke around his cock and moaned again. He felt the boy crying again and silently sighed; he pulled out after making sure the boy had swallowed. Aizawa got off the bed and let Izuku seemingly cough up his lungs. 

“No more, no more please,” Izuku weakly pleaded, voice barely audible. 

Aizawa leaned over and kissed him, running his fingers down Izuku’s body before standing back up. “Mhm, we’re done for tonight Zu,” he said, smiling when Izuku deflated. The boy didn’t even seem to notice all the words he said, but he let it go. 

He could still see his semen pooling out of Izuku’s pussy and smiled before reaching for his pants, pulling out the button and unfreezing time, before pressing it again to freeze everybody. Though there was a lamp on, letting him see Izuku well enough throughout their time together, he went to turn on the room light. 

Aizawa grabbed his phone, and took a couple of pictures. Some of Izuku laying on the bed tied up, some close ups of the boy’s sloppy cunt and some of the hickeys. Aizawa promised himself that the next time he did this (and there would definitely be a next time) he’d record it all. Maybe he’d wear a mask or something to hide his identity and fuck Izuku in front of a mirror so the boy could watch. 

Who knows. 

After dressing himself and putting his phone away, Aizawa set to cleaning the boy up. Wiping him down, cleaning up his cum and wiping down the bed. He uncuffed Izuku, took off the blindfold and stifled a moan at the miserable look on the boy’s face. He put it all away and redressed Izuku, moving him back onto his side like he was when Aizawa had walked into the room. 

He covered Izuku up and kissed his forehead before grabbing his things, making sure nothing was left behind or misplaced, and leaving. Turned the lights off and made sure the door was locked behind him. 

Aizawa smiled as he made his way back to the teachers dorms. He pressed the button when he got back to his room, changed and headed to bed, satisfied with the night. 

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Aizawa wondered, throughout the day, what he should do next. He could sneak back into Izuku’s room at night, or take him again in the middle of the class but he felt like doing something new. 

He had noticed that Izuku was rather sluggish for most of the day and was using the excuse that he had probably worked too hard or was sick. Part way through lunch, All Might had said to Ectoplasm that Izuku had gone to the nurse to rest before afternoon classes and Aizawa was immediately reaching into his pocket and pressing the button that lay there. 

It was probably evil of him to go after the boy so soon, but if he’d stop just because of that, then he never would’ve fucked Izuku to begin with. This time, he had no intention of keeping Izuku unpaused since he wasn’t sure how to do that without alerting someone. Also, the boy wanted to rest so he’d let him. 

When he entered the nurse's office he noticed Recovery Girl was frozen facing away from the door and digging through a drawer. There were two other students paused in the room but neither were what he was there for. The student he was there for was behind a curtain, sleeping on one of the beds. He pulls back the curtain and sighs, for on the bed, curled into a ball and frozen stiff is the green haired boy he was looking for. 

He steps closer to the bed and pulls the curtain closed behind him before leaning down to place a kiss on Izuku’s cheek. Placing his hand on Izuku’s shoulder, he pushes him on his back and straightens him out before taking the time to remove his clothes and place them to the side. He takes a moment to pull off his capture scarf and place the button safely on the bedside table in a place where it won’t get touched. Aizawa hesitates before pulling his shoes and pants off then climbing into the bed with Izuku. He paused for a moment, pondering on what to start with before he scooted up Izuku’s body and rested lightly on the boy’s chest. 

He pulled his underwear down beneath his balls and let his cock rest on the teens face. He groaned at the sight and reached over to his pants to pull out his phone. Leaving evidence on his phone was a terrible idea, but so was all of this, so he opened his camera app and snapped a picture. Grabbing his shaft, he slaps the boy’s cheek a few times before rubbing the tip of his dick on Izuku’s lips. 

Stopping for a moment, Aizawa takes a second to turn to the video feature and presses record. With his free hand, he pulls Izuku’s mouth open then guides his cock inside the boy’s mouth. He sighs, pushing deeper into the boy’s mouth with a deep, guttural groan. He holds his phone steady, the camera trained on Izuku’s face, frozen in sleep, with his mouth stretched wide around his teacher's cock. 

He grabbed Izuku’s hair and pulled him up as he thrusted further down his throat. He set a slow, almost languid pace, pulling out before slowly pushing back in Izuku’s mouth. He moans, the softness of Izuku’s tongue on the underside of his cock made his hips stutter. Aizawa thrusted, leaning over him at a better angle to fuck Izuku’s throat, grunting as his balls thumped against the boy’s chin harshly. He winced at the feel of Izuku’s teeth lightly scraping against his shaft but the warm, wet feel of the boy’s throat outmatched the slight pain. With a low moan, he pressed close to Izuku, his pelvis against the boy’s face before he pulled out and recorded himself jerking off and cumming over Izuku’s face. Moaning harshly as ropes of his seed spilled over closed eyes with some landing in his mouth and hair. 

After stopping the recording and catching his breath, Aizawa moved down the boy’s body and situated himself between Izuku’s thighs. His eyes fall to Izuku’s pussy and he reaches out and presses a hand against the boy’s stomach. Aizawa’s fingers ghost down his body and hover over his clit before he pauses. 

With a short moment of hesitation, Aizawa slides his hand lower, pressing his fingers in between the boy’s buttock. He thinks he should feel bad, as he presses up against the rim of Izuku’s hole but he doesn’t. This was the only place he’s yet to touch and well, there isn’t a better time than now while the boy was in the clinic. 

He flipped Izuku over onto his stomach and pulled his hips up. His face was pressed into the pillow and his chest into the bed while his ass was raised into the air with his legs spread apart. Aizawa leaned over to palm at his pants before pulling out some leftover lube. It should be enough not to tear the boy. 

He placed the lube down on the bed and leaned forward, he reached out and gripped both of Izuku’s cheeks spreading them. The puckered hole he finds is small and entirely untouched by someone, but the same could’ve been said about the rest of Izuku before Aizawa got his hands on him. 

Aizawa leaned down and pressed a kiss to Izuku’s left ass cheek before biting it, then doing the same to the right before dragging his lips to the center. He swipes his tongue up before pressing it against the hole. He is unsurprisingly met with resistance but he pushes on, grunting when the tip of his tongue enters the boy. On another day, maybe tomorrow night, he’d really want to feel Izuku squirming around. He wants to hear the sounds the boy would make as he fucks his tongue into him. 

He lubes up his fingers and presses one to the boy’s anus and pushes in. It’s tight. Much tighter than Izuku’s cunt, but while he expected that, it didn’t stop the excitement that strummed through his veins. It made his blood pump, made his heart race and his dick ache with the simple thought of thrusting into such tightness. He ignored the pulsing between his thighs as he forced another slick finger into Izuku. 

His two fingers were tightly enclosed as he moved them in and out of the boy, but the slick, wet sounds he heard had him prematurely adding another finger while soothing the undeniable burn that would encompass such a stretch, with his tongue. Three fingers in, and Aizawa was about to burst. He fucked into Izuku’s hole a few more times before pulling his fingers, and with a lingering kiss to the slight loose, and wet hole he sat up. 

Though there would be a stretch, and if Izuku was awake it would definitely hurt plenty, the boy wouldn’t tear and bleed. Aizawa poured a copious amount of lube into his palm and stroked himself, grunting as he did so, the urge to cum immense. He shuffled forward and pressed the tip of his cock against Izuku’s rim, thrusting lightly between his well muscled, and full ass cheeks. With a hand pressed to the boy’s lower back, he used his other hand to guide his hard on. 

It was much harder to get past the rim than if he were simply fucking Izuku’s pussy, but with a harsh shove the head had popped in and loathe he is to admit it, Aizawa came right there, shooting his load deep into the boy’s ass with a loan, drawn out moan. 

“Fuck,” he grunted, his hand moved to Izuku’s waist and gripped as he pushed forward. He was biting down on his lip hard at the tightness enveloping his cock. 

He pulled out a bit, added a bit more lube, then pushed back in, sliding a few inches deeper. He did this a few more times, moaning as his first load eased his way and slid down Izuku’s pale thighs. When he was finally fully in, his hips pressed to Izuku’s ass, Aizawa paused, his hands shaking with an urge to cum again but he held back. 

Izuku was tight. 

His ass squeezed him so tightly, Aizawa thought his dick might pop off. He felt lightheaded and took a moment to calm himself down. After a few moments, when he finally felt he had a bit more control over this situation, Aizawa pulled out, groaning at the way Izuku’s warm, wet hole clung to him. When he was mostly out, just the head of his cock still situated inside, he gripped both sides of Izuku’s waist and slammed back inside of him. 

He came immediately. 

But that wouldn’t stop him. Two loads were nothing when he had all the time he wanted and a tight hole to keep him company. He just pulled out thrusted back in again, and again, and soon he set a smooth rhythm. He pulled out and pulled Izuku back to meet his thrusts, his ass squelching around his cock with his thrust. 

It was heaven. Every hole this boy had was made to be fucked and defiled and Aizawa would die happy knowing he got to be the boy’s firsts. He moaned loudly as he pistoned into the teen, and Izuku’s ass would surely be red from how hard his thighs were slapping against him. He pulled the boy’s cheeks apart and watched his cock enter him. His rim was red and swollen, dripping with his cum. 

Pausing, Aizawa reached over and grabbed his phone before pressing record. The camera showed his cock fucking into Izuku and he moved the camera up to show the boy’s face before moving it back down. Raising his free hand, he made sure the phone showed him bringing it down on the boy’s ass with a loud slap. He did it again before doing the same to the other cheek, never slowing his thrusts. 

Aizawa spread the boy’s ass once more so he could capture the way Izuku clenched around his cock as he pounded into him. As he felt his orgasm build he had the thought that, next time, he’ll probably bring some toys to keep Izuku’s other holes company. 

He made sure to record as he came and as he slowly pulled out. He zoomed in slightly on Izuku’s slightly gaped hole as three loads of his cum flowed out. With three fingers he scooped some up and forced them back into the boy, thrusting his fingers in and out a few times before he stopped the recording, and put his phone to the side. With that, he turned Izuku back onto his back, and with a few harsh slaps of his cock against the boy’s clit, he pushed his way into his cunt with a sigh. 

He gripped the boy’s thighs and pushed them up to his shoulders, folding Izuku in half as he set a rough pace. Aizawa knew he wouldn’t last long, he pushed his face into Izuku’s neck and mouthed at the supple skin there. He moaned loudly as he fucked into the boy, his boy. Aizawa didn’t know how long he’d be able to get away with this, but for now, while he had this button, Izuku, and every hole he had, belonged solely to Aizawa. 

And with that thought, he slammed his hips against Izuku’s and came deep into his cunt. He wondered how long it would take Izuku to get pregnant at this rate.

…

Later that day, after school had ended, Izuku sat in his room, his lower half aching once more, when his phone sounded off. It was pretty late so he wondered who was texting him. Unlocking his phone, he noticed it was a random number. Opening the message he saw that they were videos, and as he watched them, his face slowly morphed into a look of horror as he saw himself being violated. 

Right there, on his phone was the proof that someone was violating him, but right under the videos was another message. One that stopped him cold in his tracks and brought tears of helplessness to his eyes. 

It was a photo. 

One of him in his room as he sat on his bed with his phone in his hand. It was the position he was in now. He was wearing the same clothes. But there was a penis resting on his face, and a hand gripping his hair. 

Someone…someone had been here, just now. 

We have all the time in the world Izuku. Just you and me. You can’t escape me. 

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He was horrified. 

Horrified, and scared about what all this meant. Someone had gotten into his room, taken this picture, and left all in what? Less than a second? That didn’t make sense. Nothing about any of this made sense and it was driving Izuku insane. This was obviously the same person who had been…violating him, but what was the extent of their quirk?

Hell, what was their quirk in the first place? 

Could he move really fast? But there was no way they were fast enough to do the things they were doing, and he had no knowledge of someone having a quirk like that at UA. It wasn’t invisibility, because the pictures and videos showed a body, and he’d obviously still feel everything while it was happening. 

Could…could this person stop time? 

“That doesn’t make any sense,” he mutters to himself. Time related quirks were uncommon, boarding on rare but not unheard of. But there wasn’t anyone in the school, that he knew of at least, that could do this. 

Izuku couldn’t do anything but think. Maybe this person didn’t go to UA, but then why target him? If they had no connection to UA, would he be able to figure out who this is? Could he? Izuku didn’t even feel safe staying in the dorms right now since they obviously can’t stop this person from getting in. So, 

Izuku was going home for the weekend.

He had spent the remainder of the week on high alert, scared and wondering when he’d be threatened or when he’d wake up in pain again but to his surprise, nothing seemed to have happened since those messages. 

It didn’t make him feel any better. In fact, he’s been feeling like shit since then. Izuku had spent these last few days spiraling. Should he tell someone? Who? His teachers? What if it was one of them doing this to him? Even if it wasn't, would they believe him? He thought about telling his mother, but the thought of burdening her further made his stomach clench. She was already doing so much by supporting his dreams despite her hesitations. Could he really put this on her too when he doesn’t even have proof?

He could show the videos but if this person could get into his room and violate him without his knowledge, then he could delete the evidence off of his phone before he ever shows anyone. Still, the thought to tell someone did cross his mind more times than not. Izuku figured he could just think it over more over the weekend. 

The thought of this person following him home didn’t really cross his mind. He thought this was something that he’d just have to suffer through at school. He told his friends and classmates bye and headed for the train. Most of the others would be staying at the dorms, so his walk was mainly silent. He did call his mom right before he got on the train but that was all. 

Since it was a Friday afternoon, the train was all but packed to the brim. Izuku stood towards the back of the train surrounded on all sides by people. He stared at his phone, replying to Ochaco and Iida before sighing and placing it in his pocket. His station wasn’t for another half hour so he just shut his eyes, trying to rest. 

His rest lasted for all of 3 minutes before his eyes shot back open at the feel of a hand brushing against his ass. He tensed, waiting to see if it was just a fluke. That, maybe the person behind him was just moving. When he didn’t feel anything after a few seconds, he started to relax. Then he felt someone grab his behind and squeeze. Tense, and not moving, Izuku looked around the train but no one was looking at him. He was about to reach for the person in front of him when he heard a familiar, deep and robotic voice come from behind him. 

“Haha, have you missed me Zu?” they asked, pulling him back and brushing up against him. 

Izuku was nauseous with the knowledge that this was the person who had raped him in his room weeks ago. They had followed him on the train without him knowing, and was boldly touching him with so many people around. 

He was panicking. His breathing spiked, and he felt lightheaded. 

He hadn’t even noticed that the train had stopped moving. 

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A hand snuck around his waist and unzipped his shorts before Izuku was able to collect himself. When his mind had finally caught up to what was happening, he immediately grabbed the hand that was worming its way into his underwear and tried to turn around. 

He was grabbed and held still with a hand wrapped around his throat. 

“Shh, if you keep fighting me, I’ll let everyone here see you as the slut you are,” said the man from behind him. The hand that wasn’t on his neck snuck into his shorts and cupped him through his boxers making him jump. 

Izuku could feel tears coming to his eyes as he froze from the threat. “Why are you doing this to me?” He asked, his body starting to tremble.

Another chuckle as fingers slipped into his underwear, and ghosted over his clit. “Because I really like you, Izuku. I just want to show you how much.” As he said that, the strange man pressed his finger hard against Izuku’s clit causing him to buck his hips. 

“Mmm, just relax and let me make you feel good,” he said before he pushed a finger into the teen. 

“Sto- hngh,” Izuku started before his own groan cut him off. He couldn’t think of what to do in this situation, the man could undoubtedly control time and since he’s comfortable doing this, he was most likely telling the truth about letting people see him like this, and…Izuku didn’t want anyone to see him like this. It was why he hadn’t brought this up with a teacher, he was not only scared that it was one of his teachers doing this, but he was scared they might think lesser of him. 

But it wasn’t like any of his teachers had a time quirk so this person being one of them was unlikely. 

His thoughts were cut off by another finger entering him. “Are you thinking of something else Zu? I’m hurt, I’m a really jealous person you know,” the man said from behind him before thrusting his fingers deep into the teen making Izuku squeal. 

“Ah ah stop please I’m sorry!” Izuku begged; he squeezed his legs together in an attempt to stop the mans fingers. 

The man removed his fingers after a few moments and Izuku felt only a second of relief before hands were at his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. They were pulled down to his ankles and he would’ve fallen over in shock if his arms hadn’t been grabbed, holding him up. 

As he stood half naked on a train surrounded by dozens of people, Izuku felt his tears finally fall down his cheeks. He knew what the man was planning to do, and he was powerless to stop it, as powerless as he had been since the man started, whenever that really was. He cried silently, and wondered what he could do, if he could even do anything. 

“Please stop,” he sobbed, his head tiled down towards the floor with his eyes clenched shut. “Please, I won’t tell anyone or, or say anything I swear so please.” 

The man didn’t speak for a few minutes, he just ran his left hand up Izuku’s shirt, ghosting up his abdomen to his chest and pinching one of his nipples making him wince. Izuku felt the man lean down while tweaking his nipples harder. 

“Shh Zu,” came the robotic whisper right near his ear. “ It wouldn’t matter even if you did, I already told you, you can’t escape me.” The man nipped at his ear before his left hand went right back down to his pussy. Izuku heard the man sigh as two fingers were pushed back into him, but Izuku couldn’t concentrate on it all at once. He was sobbing harder now, all he could hear was his own cries and the wet sound of his cunt being fingered. 

The man’s right hand that was holding on to him suddenly let him go, but Izuku only briefly noticed due to the fingers fucking into him. Which means he didn’t notice the man unzipping his own pants and taking out his cock until it was pressed against his ass. The pressure made him freeze, he tensed making the fingers in him still for a moment before they continued thrusting. Izuku started shaking his head, his body trembling as the man ground against him, his penis slipping between his ass cheeks with every thrust. 

A third finger entered him as the man grunted before he grabbed Izuku’s ass and thrusted right up against his hole. It was all too much for the teen, it was too many sensations that, along with the fact that they’re in public, made him nauseous. Everything was happening too quickly, the pressure from the man grinding into him, the fingers stretching him out, the hot breath being grunted into his ear. Despite what he wanted, Izuku could feel himself about to orgasm and clenched down tightly, opening his mouth to ask the man to stop when a hand clamped down over his mouth and the fingers in him started pounding into him. 

“You’re about to cum aren’t you? It’s okay Zu, you can cum,” the man said into his ear, chuckling as Izuku shook his head no repeatedly. Unfortunately, Izuku’s body liked this much more than his mind did, and his body tensed up and his legs shook as he came. The gushing sounds of his cunt being fingered roughly filled the train. “Good boy Izuku.” The stranger fingered him through his orgasm, not slowing down even after his body started jerking from overstimulation. 

“N-No more pl-please,” he pleaded. His legs buckled and he fell forward, only catching himself on the back of the man in front of him. A hand gripped the back of his neck, holding him there while the fingers in him slipped out of his soaked hole. 

“If you move, I’ll let everyone here see you just as you are right now,” the man threatened, his robotic voice felt cold and Izuku couldn’t move even if he wanted to. 

When Izuku didn’t move, the man moved his hands down, gripping his ass and spreading his cheeks. Nothing happened for a moment and Izuku realized, with a fierce blush, that the stranger was just staring at him. 

“Which one baby?” The man asked, squeezing his right cheek as he did so. 

“H-Huh? What?” Izuku stuttered, his mind muddled. 

“Which hole? I’ll let you choose.”

Izuku shook his head, he tensed and clenched his hands into the shoulder in front of him, before realizing he was still holding on to a frozen man. He was about to let go when the stranger behind him slapped his dick on his ass and pressed the tip to his anus.

“Here?” He asked, and pushed forward a bit. 

“NO!” Izuku shouted, tears gathered in his eyes as he started to shake. He shook his head, and with a quieter voice said, “No please, not that one.” 

“You want me to fuck your pussy Zu?” He asked, and despite the mechanical voice, Izuku swore he could hear the humor in it. He didn’t respond, just clenched his eyes shut and pressed his forehead into the frozen man’s shoulder blades. 

A hand came down on his ass and he yelped. The man’s penis pressed harder against his ass and he sobbed. “Use your words. Tell me you want me to fuck your pussy or I’ll just use your ass again.” Izuku sobbed at the word ‘again’ but muttered what the man wanted to hear. His ass was slapped again and he groaned at the pain. “Say it boy.”

“Please fuck my pussy,” he said, his voice quiet, but in the silence of the train it rang out loud and clear and he could almost hear the smile in the strangers voice as he said:

“Of course baby.”

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Izuku felt the man press the head of his cock into his folds, pushing forward catching his clit making his hips buck out. 

His waist was grabbed, and he was pulled back, wincing as his ass hit the strange man's hips and his dick slid through his folds again, pressing against his hole. He wanted to ask– no beg the man to stop but something in him hesitated. Izuku held on tightly to the frozen man in front of him, bracing himself as the man behind him slowly pushed into him. 

Izuku’s mouth dropped in a silent scream as he was filled to the brim. His mind felt fuzzy, like everything was happening behind a smokescreen. He could distantly hear the stranger groaning as he shoved into the pliant teen below him. Izuku could feel his chest tightening as he tried to draw in air, tried to gather his wits but the man had fully sheathed himself as deep into Izuku as he could seemingly reach. 

The man leaned down, nosing into his hair and Izuku felt a kiss being placed on his head. “Ready Zu?” 

“If I say no will you stop?” Izuku asked, rather rhetorically. He knew the man wasn’t going to stop, no when he was already inside of him. The man laughed, and the cold, robotic noise was sharp in his ears. 

He gasped as he felt the man pull out his scream when the stranger thrusted back in was the antithesis of silent this time. The thrusts were harsh and everyone off them punched the air out of Izuku’s lungs. If Izuku couldn’t hear how wet he was, with the wet squelch that came every time the man fucked into him, then he could feel how wet he was. The drag of the man’s cock wasn’t as painful as it should’ve been. 

It was like his body was so used to this intrusion that it slickened up quickly. The thought made him nauseous and he probably would’ve thrown up if he could focus on anything other than the cock pounding him. He tightened instinctively and the man groaned appreciatively in his ear, biting his earlobe before kissing down the back of his neck. 

“Fuck you feel so good, every time I fuck you it’s like I’m doing it for the first time all over again,” the stranger said, bucking into him harder making Izuku whimper. “Shit.”

Izuku was suddenly pulled down to his hands and knees and would’ve grimaced at the thought of being on the floor but he was distracted by the man fucking him harder. A hand slid up stomach and to his chest, groping and pinching. He reached down to grip the man’s arm but was pushed face first into the floor. The man let out a long groan at the new angle and fucked into him even harder. 

“God you’re taking me so well Zu. This pussy was made for my cock wasn’t it?’ Came above him, and Izuku panted, not fully understanding what the man was saying. This new angle made it feel like the man’s dick was fucking into his womb. He let out a shout when a hand came down sharply on his ass. “Answer me boy.” 

“Ah-h I wha-,” Izuku stuttered, letting out breathy moans as he was toyed with. The man was gripping his waist harshly, and Izuku knew he’d be seeing a bruise there (and most likely other places) later. 

“Come on Izuku, you can do it,” but the man never gave him a chance. He was fucking him like he wouldn’t get the chance to do so again. Another slap landed on his ass and he clenched up which made the man thrust into harder. 

Even though he didn’t want it, Izuku could feel his impending orgasm and whined. He could hear the harsh breathing from above him and his stomach curled as he came with a shout. The man moaned, pushing his hips into the floor and slamming into him. Izuku laid on the floor shaking, tears falling down his cheeks as the man kept going. 

“N-No stop please,” Izuku begged, his voice rough yet quiet as he reached behind him with weak arms to push against the man. His arms were instead grabbed and held against his back while the man kept going. 

“Who does this pussy belong to Zu?” the stranger asked. 

“You,” Izuku muttered, his eyes clenching shut. 

“Louder boy,” came a reply along with a rougher pace which made Izuku grunt loudly. 

“You!” He shouted, panting into the floor as the man thrusted once, twice, then once more before pressing deep into him and cumming with a robotic, yet guttural groan. Izuku was loudly sobbing as he was stuffed full. The man pumped into him a few more times; softly dragging his cock in and out of his cunt before pulling out entirely with a sigh. 

Izuku laid there crying for some time before trying to get up when a hand came down on his head, pushing him back into the floor. “Huh?” He wondered, wincing when his pussy ached from the motion. 

“You didn’t think we were done did you baby?” 

…

Izuku was on his knees, his hands tied behind his back and a blindfold over his eyes as he swallowed the stranger's cock repeatedly. 

The man was sitting in one of the seats, one of his hands tangled in his hair, guiding him up and down the shaft. The hand tightened suddenly, causing him to wince. “How many times do I have to tell you to watch your teeth?” Izuku sniffed before mumbling out an apology, his mouth still full of the man’s cock. “Good boy.” 

Izuku shifted, his knees were hurting from his position and the vibrator shoved in his pussy didn’t help ease his comfort. The toy was set at a medium setting, the vibration making him tremble from overstimulation. He wasn’t sure how many times he’s orgasmed with it in him but he’s been on his knees sucking the man in front of him for at least an hour. Izuku could feel how wet he was with his many orgasms, could hear the slick dripping from his cunt and onto the floor. 

It made him feel just as dirty as he knew he was. 

With a sigh, the man pushed his head all the way down, shoving his cock into the back of Izuku’s throat making him gag as he swallowed the entire thing, his nose tickled with the man’s stomach hair as another load was shot down his throat. The man pulled back, letting some of his semen shoot onto his tongue. 

“Open your mouth,” came the man. Izuku obeyed, opening his mouth and letting his tongue stick out. He heard a groan and clenched around the vibrator as he came again, his body flinching hard, but he kept his mouth open. “Good boy, swallow.” He did. 

“Where should I fuck you next hmm? Your mouth again? I could shoot another load on your pretty face. No? What about that pretty pussy? It’s beautiful when it’s dripping with my cum. No? Then stand up, I’ll take your ass,” The stranger said, and Izuku could feel more tears coming to his eyes. 

He hadn’t actually said or done anything, the man was just talking to himself, but he knew that if he wanted this to end, he’d just have to obey for now. So he did. He stood up on shaky legs and was somewhat amazed that the toy hadn’t just slipped out of him by now. Izuku couldn’t see anything behind this blindfold. The thought of using his quirk had crossed his mind but though this man hadn’t said anything in regard to it, Izuku knew that even if he could get the immediate upperhand on this man, he wouldn’t get out of it unscathed. 

“Come here,” he was pulled forward, a hand gripping his thigh pulled him onto the seat, onto the stranger's lap, straddling him. Izuku flinched when he felt the man’s dick pressed against his stomach. “Up,” the man murmured, lifting him up onto his knees and slipping his cock to rest against his ass. 

Izuku was frozen stiff as the man pressed a wet finger to his ass and pushed it in. He gasped at the intrusion, tightening around it instinctively. The man pushed his finger all the way before drawing it out and pushing it back in. Izuku bit his lip hard, trying not to lean his upper body against the stranger but failing. With his arms tied behind his back, it’s all but impossible to stay upright while this man thrusts his fingers into him and the toy in him vibrates. His legs haven’t stopped shaking for an hour. 

“You’re doing so well for me,” the man said, pressing a second finger into him, making him moan softly. While the man fingered him, plunging his fingers into him before drawing them out and spreading them to stretch him, he left hot, wet kisses down his neck and across his shoulders. “You look so pretty like this Izuku.” 

Lips trailed down his chest and Izuku gasped when they surrounded his nipple, sucking harshly. Izuku pants as the man bit him, rolling his nipple between his teeth before licking over where he bit. He trailed his lips to Izuku’s other nipple and did the same all the while he added a third finger, fucking into him with a fervor. 

All at once, the man removed his lips and his fingers leaving Izuku to pant in relief and surprise disappointment at the emptiness he felt. 

“Ready handsome?” The man said, as he slapped his cock against his ass and pressed the spongy head of his cock to his anus. Izuku didn’t answer, his body shook and he tasted blood from how hard he was biting his lip. 

The man pushed in with a harsh grunt that masked Izuku’s own high pitched whine. Even though the man had fingered him thoroughly with three fingers, the stretch of his cock was still immense to Izuku. His mouth dropped as the man pushed in deeper without stopping until he was fully seated inside of him. 

“There we go,” the stranger groaned. He paused, letting Izuku breathe, or try to breathe through the pain. A hand came down on his ass making him tighten and yell out. The man just chuckled in response before gripping his ass with both hands and lifting him up. It felt like a pipe was being dragged out of his hole and Izuku kept tensing and untensing. 

Only the head of the man’s cock was still in him; the stranger’s lips went back to his neck, sucking hickeys down his throat and across his collarbone. Then, Izuku screamed as he was yanked back down, impaled on his cock. Izuku heard the man curse before he was picked back up and slammed back down on his lap. His head shot back, his neck bared for the strangers mouth while he fucked into him. 

He grunted when a hand appeared in his hair, yanking him forward. His lips met the strangers and a tongue pushed into his mouth. The stranger’s lips were a bit chapped, and he was breathing harshly into Izuku’s mouth as he thrusted his hips up into him. The kiss was wet, the tongue in his mouth was suffocating as it explored his mouth and his throat. Saliva dripped down the corner of his mouth, teeth bit into his bottom lip and pulled before the man’s tongue was back down his throat. 

His clit rubbed against the man’s lower abdomen with each thrust and with all the sensations, Izuku couldn’t think about anything. Only the feeling of this man in and around him. It was too hot, the tongue in his mouth, the cock fucking into him, the hands on his ass. All of it and with the vibrator still going in his cunt, Izuku couldn’t think of anything but cumming. 

He wrenched his head back and his mouth fell open with a hoarse scream, his body shook and tensed and he felt the man under him freeze before slamming into him even harder as he came. Izuku felt wetness drip down his thighs onto the strangers lap and even the seats under them. 

“Fuck,” the man muttered, his hips never slowing as he chased his own orgasm. Izuku fell forward, limp with tears falling down his face and sobs wracking his body. He felt disgusted with himself and everything was too much as the man flipped them, so his back was on the seat and the man was standing, hunched over him. He could feel the man’s warm breath on his face. With this angle, the man rammed his cock into Izuku, the slapping noise of their hips meeting was all Izuku could hear until the man groaned and slammed into him once more before finally stilling. 

Izuku was still, his breath coming out in harsh pants while the man above him grunted as he spilled his load. They stayed in that position for a few minutes, Izuku laying on the train seats, his arms restrained and pressed into the seats, and his lower half being held up by the strange man who was hunched over him. After a bit, the man stood up, slid out of him, and released him. Nothing happened for a bit before Izuku heard the click of a camera and jumped. 

“No you can’t!” He said, struggling to sit up in the seat before the man pinched his nipple and tugged hard making him yelp and freeze.

“Just stay like that alright? No one else will see so don’t worry. Good boy, now spread your legs…a little wider, just like that. Good job,” the man said before taking more pictures. When he was done he took the vibrator out of Izuku and pulled him off the seat. 

He said nothing while the man helped him get dressed; didn’t wonder why he was stopped from at least trying to clean himself up. All while he was still blindfolded. Thankfully his arms were let out of their restraints, and at this point he was too tired to use his quirk and fight back. 

When they were dressed, the man put him back in the spot he was originally standing in, and he could feel the frozen man in front of him. But the blindfold was still covering his eyes, and just as he was about to ask why the man spoke. 

“You did so well Zu,” he said in his ear, his hand groping Izuku’s ass. “Now don’t go getting any stupid ideas alright? You know what I can do and trying to tell someone will just get you hurt, you understand?” Izuku nodded, his body starting to tremble. “Good boy, you’re such a good boy Izuku.” A kiss behind his ear. “And you’re all mine, right?” Another nod from the teen which garnered a robotic chuckle. “You’ve got no one else but me baby, just remember that.”

And before Izuku could say anything, time was restored and Izuku could hear the train moving as if the sound never left. And just as he realized he was still wearing the blindfold, the man stepped away from him and he blinked. 

When he opened his eyes expecting darkness once more, he was shocked to see the people around him. The man had taken the blindfold off in a second? No, he must’ve frozen time again but how? Izuku looked behind him but saw a woman sitting down in the seat he had just been fucked in. 

That thought made him nauseous and he looked back in front of him. Izuku felt himself about to cry and held back. He didn’t know what to do but he knew he couldn’t handle this by himself. He didn’t even know the strangers limit to his quirk, it just seemed limitless but that wasn’t possible. Izuku wasn’t even sure this could be handled, but if it was possible then he would need someone’s help. Someone who could help get control of this quirk if possible. So Izuku gathered his will as he got off the train at his stop, hiding his limp as best he could as he made his way home. He thought to himself on the way:

‘I’ll have to talk to Mr. Aizawa on Monday. He’d be able to help.’

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Aizawa had never jerked off more in his entire life than he did that weekend. 

He felt like some stupid, horny teenager as he watched the videos of him and Izuku. The boy was just too pretty for his own good. By Monday, Aizawa’s mood was good (though outwardly he looked no different from usual) and his dick was sore. He went through the usual school day, only briefly using the button to get in a nap at the beginning of lunch. 

As soon as he woke up and restarted time, someone knocked on the door to his office. He was genuinely shocked to see Izuku walk in. He looked nervous, eyes downcasted and his shoulders hunched as he shut the door behind him with visible hesitation. He looked around the room before his eyes landed on Aizawa sitting at his desk, then looking back down to the ground. 

“Midoriya? What can I help you with?” He asked, his finger toying with the button under his desk. 

“I- Uh sir, can I…” he paused, voice dropping down to a whisper before he stopped talking altogether. Aizawa sat up a bit more and urged him to continue, intrigued at what the boy wanted. “Soemthings been…happening to me,” he whispered. Tears started falling down his freckled cheeks and Aizawa could feel himself harden in his pants at the sight. 

“Sit down first,” Aizawa said, motioning to the chair in front of his desk. Izuku did so, dropping down into the seat like a puppet that just had its strings cut. “Now, tell me slowly what’s going on.”

Izuku sobbed softly where he sat, reaching up to wipe his tears away as fast as they came but they still continued to fall. Aizawa got up and got the boy some water before he sat back down and resigned himself to wait until the boy calmed down. After 15 minutes of watching the boy cry (and pausing once to jerk off to the sight) Izuku finally calmed down enough to drink the water and say what he wanted to.

“For the last few weeks or months, someone or something’s been…touching me,” he whispered the word ‘touching’ like it was something dirty. Aizawa felt his heart jump, and he knew this could either go extremely well for him, or very poorly. 

He would make sure this went well. 

“What do you mean touching?” He asked, playing the concerned teacher, adult, hero.

“I was raped!” Izuku blurted out, and the surprised look on Aizawa’s face was completely genuine. He hadn’t expected Izuku to just outright say it, but he quickly gathered his thoughts because he could see Izuku about to cry again. 

“Can you explain Midoriya? I need to know everything so I can help you,” he said, raising his hand like he was in front of a raging animal. 

Izuku then told him about everything (that he already knew obviously). How he’d be doing something normally one moment then in the next, he’d be in pain. He told Aizawa about what happened in his dorm and more recently on the train. “That’s why I think they have a time manipulation quirk,” he said, hiccupping as he wiped away more tears. 

Aizawa felt his dick twitch at the mention of what happened on Friday and so badly wanted to bend the boy over the desk this instant but he held back.

“Why didn’t you come to me or someone else sooner?” Though Aizawa already knew the boy probably couldn’t bring himself too. 

“I– I didn’t think you or anyone else would believe me but… but after Friday, after what happened on the train, I couldn’t keep it in. Please help me sir,” he begged, eyes wide and shiny wet with tears. His cheeks were flushed and his voice wobbled from holding back more tears. 

He was breathtaking. 

“Of course. That’s what I’m here for, kid,” he sighed. He opened his mouth to say more but Izuku beat him to it. 

“Can you… can we keep this between us please? I don’t want it to get out and blow everything  out of proportion and I’m already bothering you and–” Izuku rambled before Aizawa cut him off.

“Alright, alright. I was going to bring that up just now. It’s probably best to keep it quiet unless the perp gets wind of it and goes into hiding, or becomes better at covering their tracks.” he nodded, face entirely too serious for the bullshit he was spouting. 

Izuku sighed in relief, his whole body sagging into the seat as he relaxed probably for the first time in weeks. “Thank you so much sensei,” he smiled, and Aizawa just waved him off, pausing time very briefly to take a picture of the blessed look on the boy’s face.

“I’ll have to think about ways to catch this guy but if you’re saying he can get into your dorm, then it isn’t safe for you there,” Aizawa hummed, leaning back in his chair before looking at the clock and huffing. “But lunch is almost over, so come back after school and training okay?” 

Izuku nodded, standing up with a small smile as he bowed slightly and headed for the door. 

“Oh and thank you for trusting me with this Midoriya,” Aizawa called as the boy headed out. Izuku giggled and beamed at the man before saying he’d see him later and leaving. 

Aizawa chuckled to himself as Izuku disappeared down the hall. “Thank you for being so trusting Izuku.”

Chapter Text

Aizawa Shouta was usually a very patient man.

Not today. Not when it came to Izuku apparently. 

While not outwardly showing, Aizawa had been thinking about the end of the day every second since Izuku left his office. He had to stop himself multiple times from just going over and fucking the boy in whatever classroom he was in. 

When the day had finally ended, and all of his students had left, Aizawa let out a soft sigh. He wasn’t sure how long he’d need to wait for Izuku to show up but decided to just get some work done. He wasn’t sure how exactly to take this either. What he had been doing so far was working; Izuku had no clue and neither did anyone else. What he was doing right now, or what he wanted to do would just be an unnecessary complication. 

But… the look of complete trust in that boy’s eyes, that look toppled with the knowledge of everything Aizawa had done… it made him harder than he’s ever been. 

Despite wanting to work while he waited, Aizawa only thought about Izuku for the next few hours. He didn’t know where to start with this new situation. When the day finally ended, and Aizawa had gotten nothing done, he sat in his office, hard already, and waited for Izuku to come. 

Aizawa sat up straighter when the door opened and the object of all his desires poked his head in. He waved the boy in and watched Izuku shut the door and sit down in front of him. He looked nervous, not looking Aizawa in the eyes and constantly looking around the room. When he was looking down at his hands, Aizawa took a moment to freeze time to get up and lock the door. He paused to run his hand through Izuku’s hair, leaning down to place a kiss on his head and stopping to smell him. 

“Haa,” he sighed. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

He sat back down and restarted time. 

“Midoriya,” he started and waited for the teen to look at him before continuing. “For right now, we can go about this two ways, one, you stay somewhere else for the time being so someone can keep watch. We’d have to inform Nezu and your mothe-”

“NO!” Izuku yelled, cutting him off. His eyes widened as he realized what he just did and he curled in on himself. “Please, no one else can know. Please.” He begged. 

Aizawa clenched his fists as a way to restrain himself. Izuku stared up at him through his curls, eyes watery and cheeks flushed. It took everything in Aizawa not to bend the boy over his desk and fuck him then and there, time be damned. 

“...I see, then what do you want to do? The other option is to have you go back to your dorm and pretend everything is normal while I keep watch,” he said, leaning back in his chair, hiding a smile. He knew Izuku wouldn’t pick the first option. 

Izuku was silent for a few minutes before nodding. “I’d like to do that, but is that okay? I don’t want to burden you,” he muttered, ringing his hands. 

“You aren’t a burden Midoriya, it’s my job as your teacher to help and protect you,” he said softly. 

Izuku smiled brightly at him. “What…What about the weekend? I told you about what happened on the train when I was going home.”

“For now, I think it’s best if you stay here for now. The dorms would be safer for you over the weekend and if you ever felt unsafe you could come to the teachers dorm and look for me,” Aizawa said, a sorrowful look hiding his glee. 

Izuku frowned, “I understand,” he whispered. 

“Good, for now just head back to your dorm and I’ll keep watch over you tonight. If you feel like anything weird happened, then come to me tomorrow morning. Okay?” 

“Yes sir,” Izuku nodded and stood up. “Then please watch over me.” He smiled and turned to leave. 

He paused when he got to the door and tried opening it. “Did I accidentally lock it?” He murmured to himself, before unlocking it slowly. 

“Is something wrong?” Aizawa questioned, watching everything.

“N-No sir, goodbye.” Izuku bowed and all but ran out, leaving his chuckling teacher behind. 

“See you tonight Izuku,” Aizawa muttered. 

…

That night, with time already frozen and Izuku asleep in his bed, Aizawa stood in the middle of the boy’s room and watched him. He reached down to brush the hair out of Izuku’s eyes then trailed his hand down to cup his cheek. 

Aizawa wanted nothing more than to take Izuku right then and there but he held back. He knew that his patience would bring him more success than if he rushed this. Fucking Izuku right now would ruin this way too early, and Aizawa needed to build up trust. So he couldn’t take the boy right now. 

But that didn’t mean he had to leave unsatisfied. 

Aizawa slowly slid Izuku’s blanket down, making a mental reminder of where it was, and pushed the boy’s shirt up to his chin. This was a lot of movement so Aizawa didn’t dare release his device. He got into Izuku’s bed, kneeling over him before he pulled his dick out. He stroked himself while looking at the still body beneath him, scarred and muscular, yet still pliant. 

“Really,” he panted, squeezing the base of his cock. “You’d have to be buddha himself to not fuck such a beautiful boy.”

He ran a hand down Izuku’s chest, pinching his nipple. Precum dripped onto Izuku’s stomach as Aizawa fisted his hand over his cock, fingers tightening over his tip before stroking himself fast as he leaned over. Feeling his orgasm approaching, Aizawa thought about releasing on Izuku’s face, but decided against it since there’s a small chance he wouldn’t clean up properly. 

Instead, he decided on Izuku’s chest, the next best thing other than his cunt. He grunted as he came; strings of cum splattering across Izuku’s chest and stomach. Aizawa panted, holding himself up with an arm as he caught his breath. He came too fast for his liking but settled with the knowledge of what was in store. 

After taking a few pictures, Aizawa took a few minutes to wipe Izuku down and rearrange his shirt and blanket. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Izuku’s forehead before leaving. Only restarting time when he got back to his room. 

…
“Mr. Aizawa! Mr. Aizawa!” Midoriya exclaimed, barging into homeroom first thing in the morning. He was the first one here and it seemed to be by design. Said man put his papers down and looked at the excited teen. Izuku looked around, before leaning closer to the man, “Thank you so much! Nothing happened last night!”

Aizawa smiled, a small, but genuine one. “I’m glad. I saw nothing last night but we’ll keep this up for now okay?”

“Okay!” He nodded, and then other students were walking in. Thankfully those with hearing quirks didn’t seem to be amongst the first ones so Aizawa wasn’t worried about them hearing anything. 

They, Midoriya included, started taking their seats and Aizawa waited to start homeroom. A new sense of excitement was brewing in his stomach. All because of one green-eyed student. 

‘Oh Izuku, let’s keep doing this for a long time okay?’

Chapter Text

Two weeks have passed like this, and Aizawa hasn’t touched Izuku at all.

He was about to lose his mind. 

Going two weeks without sex shouldn’t be this hard. Aizawa had gone much longer before; hell, before he got this button, Aizawa couldn’t have been sure when he’d last gotten laid. But after being with Izuku, knowing he has the ability to fuck the boy whenever he wants, and just not doing so was making him go crazy. 

He was in it for the long run but with how trusting Izuku was, Aizawa thought it would be fine to push up his plans a little. Izuku had been so happy and carefree as of late, it was cute honestly, seeing the boy smile because he knew his teacher was protecting him from a villain. 

But he needed to get closer to the boy and knew just the way to do it.
…
At around one in the morning, Aizawa found himself in Izuku’s room once again staring at the sleeping boy. He had already frozen time and wanted to look at the boy’s peaceful face for a bit. The urge to cover it in his cum was strong but he held back and pulled out the cuffs he had and tied Izuku to his bed before putting a blindfold over his eyes. He then added a gag just for good measure. Though the dorms were soundproof, because of various quirks and whatnot, Izuku was absolutely divine, tied up and gagged. 

He pulled Izuku’s shirt up and over his head before pulling his shorts and underwear down his thighs. Aizawa stared at Izuku’s bare body and felt his cock harden almost instantly. 

Then, he unfroze time.

There wasn’t an immediate reaction. And Aizawa didn’t expect one, after all, while Izuku wasn’t going to be sleeping through an earthquake, he wasn’t the lightest of sleepers. 

Aizawa dropped his hand to Izuku’s chest, lightly tweaking his nipples and trailing his fingers down his stomach. He dipped his hand in between the boy’s thighs, sliding a finger down the boy’s cunt, circling his clit before pressing into him. 

After two weeks of not being fucked, Izuku was incredible tight around his finger. The thought of his cock being in the boy instead of his finger made him lightheaded but he put that thought aside for now. 

Izuku was waking up. 

It was more a shock into consciousness with the way the boy flinched and then grunted. Aizawa thought that if he wasn’t gagged then he would’ve yelped or shouted. Izuku started twisting, pulling on the handcuffs and yelling out behind his gag. 

Aizawa could see him starting to cry and added a second finger into his hole. He thought about just fucking him but decided against it for now. Izuku was struggling more but Aizawa just watched, thrusting his two fingers into his pussy harshly. He didn’t know why Izuku struggled so badly when he obviously liked it. His pussy was sucking his fingers in and gushed around his hand and down onto his sheets. 

He pressed his thumb to Izuku’s clit and adjusted his pants. Izuku was breathing harshly, bordering on hyperventilating so Aizawa thought it was time to put his plan to work. He threw a ball towards the balcony doors, and when it made a ‘thud’ sound he let out a muffled curse before wrenching his hand out of Izuku. 

As Izuku gasped, he froze time. 

He chuckled when all went still and, against his better judgement, leaned down to drag his tongue through Izuku’s folds, dipping inside his hole before wrapping his lips around his clit and sucking. He stood up abruptly, not wanting his plan to be derailed by his own eagerness and cleaned his mouth and hand before leaving through the balcony door. 

Pressing the button, he unfroze time and waited. After around thirty seconds he opened Izuku’s balcony door and relished in the boy’s gasp. 

“Midoriya? Shit, hold on,” he said, and only years of being a hero gave him the expertise to keep the smile out of his voice. He bit his lip when Izuku visibly sagged with relief at his voice. He let out little sobs as Aizawa untied him but didn’t move until the gag and then the blindfold were removed. 

“Mr. Aizawa,” Izuku whined, pulling his shirt back down over his torso and wrapping his arm around his body. He didn’t bother with (or pay much attention to) his shorts. 

“I’m sorry Midoriya, I saw a shadow move in here and was too late,” he said, remorse coloring his tone. Izuku shook his head, looking up at Aizawa with wide, teary eyes. And really, the boy was only wearing a shirt, hair disheveled and visibly leaking between his thighs. Aizawa was a saint for not fucking him right there. 

“No no no! You stopped him before he was able to do anything. Thank you so much,” he muttered appreciatively. 

He could see that Izuku was still trembling and sat next to him before pulling the boy closer in a hug. He let Izuku cry into his chest for a while and when he seemed to have settled down, pulled away so he could see Izuku’s face. Izuku was wiping away his tears, and breathing heavily to try and calm himself down. 

“Have you calmed down a bit?” Aizawa asked, running a hand up and down Izuku’s thigh in a soft motion. Izuku didn’t seem to mind as he nodded, leaning closer to Aizawa. “Do you think you could go back to sleep?” 

Izuku shook his head immediately, eyes wide with obvious fear as he latched onto Aizawa’s arm. He hushed the boy, wrapping an arm around him and pulled him to his chest. “Shh shh, I won’t leave you for tonight okay?”

Aizawa rubbed Izuku’s back, willing the boy to calm back down. He couldn’t get the fact that Izuku was naked from the waist down and practically in his lap, but tried thinking of the bigger picture. Izuku pushed his face into Aizawa’s neck, his breath coming out in puffs against his skin. 

The bigger picture Aizawa Shouta. 

“Can I…” Izuku started, and Aizawa hummed when it seemed like the boy needed a boost to say more. “Can I stay with you tomorrow?” he muttered. 

“Of course,” Aizawa said, a soft smile on his lips as he looked at Izuku. Internally, he was jumping with joy. He knew Izuku needed to be the one to offer at this point and was glad that it only took one time for it to happen. 

Izuku blushed at his smile, looking down to avoid his eyes. Aizawa mentioned that he should try to sleep again. “Don’t worry, I won’t leave,” he reassured. 

Izuku nodded, blushing as he pulled his shorts up and laid down. It took longer than usual since the boy was obviously nervous and uncomfortable, but Izuku did manage to fall back asleep after about half an hour. 

When Aizawa noticed that Izuku was asleep he froze time again. He quickly pulled Izuku’s shorts and underwear down again. He freed his dick from his pants and pressed against the boy’s pussy; Izuku was still wet from being fingered. He slid his cock through the wetness, rutting against the boy’s cunt like a dog in heat. Aizawa wanted so badly to fuck the shit out of Izuku, but he knew he needed to hold back.

Just for a little while longer. He knew that, but seeing the boy cling to him, half naked and crying was a sight to behold. One he was regretting not getting on camera. But just the memory alone almost had him orgasming in his pants. 

“Fuck,” he huffed, grinding against the boy beneath him. Aizawa was a greedy man, a dark, terrible, greedy man. He wanted so badly to cum inside Izuku right now, wanted to cover his freckles and tits in his seed. 

The knowledge that he’d soon be able to had him cumming with a harsh grunt. Covering Izuku’s cunt and stomach in his load. Panting, he leaned over and placed a soft kiss against Izuku’s forehead before getting a cloth to clean Izuku off. When he felt that the boy was clean enough he unfroze time and watched as he slept.

The next day Aizawa went to Nezu and got permission for Izuku to stay with him for the time being.