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Shinsou chews at the tip of his thumb as he quietly watches the group chat scroll by. His friends are rapidly making plans to go to a club tonight. It is technically an 18 and up club, but alcohol is available. They even already have plans on how to take off their wristbands to order drinks. This certainly will not be difficult at this club that is notorious for not doing much enforcing of the drinking age.
That is bad enough, sure. Shinsou has no faith that Aizawa will give him any grace to believe he would go there and not drink. Which, honestly, is probably correct. Shinsou very much does want to party with his friends! But it was not only that, because he is supposed to be going on patrol with EraserHead tonight.
His phone dings. Denki is @’ing him, trying to figure out if he wants to carpool. Shinsou groans and sinks down in his chair, leaving his phone on the desk and staring up at the ceiling.
After a moment of being slumped there and thinking that, despite how deeply he loves Aizawa, he really needs to talk to the man about this. He is 18! He is grown! He can go out with his friends on the weekend! It isn't even a school night, after all.
Even still. Shinsou knows Aizawa will lecture him endlessly about work ethic and skipping patrol for parties. How being a pro means devoting himself to his work and honing his skills, and yadda yadda yadda.
Shinsou covers his face with one arm and groans miserably, knowing he has no valid argument against that. Not to mention that when Aizawa really started laying into him, he had such a way of making him feel so small.
There is a soft knock on the frame of his door that pulls Shinsou from his thoughts. Aizawa pauses as he passes down the hall on his way to get ready for patrol. He starts to speak, then stops and frowns.
"Are you alright?" He scans Shinsou huddled up in his chair.
Shinsou peeks out from under his arm. "Huh?"
"You've been in here groaning and grumbling; I thought you were playing one of your games." Aizawa glances around, but it honestly seems like Hitoshi is just sitting in the dark and doing nothing. "Feeling alright?"
Shinsou blinks as he slowly realizes that his adoptive father must think he is sick.
"Oh. Um. I dunno," He says lamely while trying to feel out how this would go.
Aizawa crosses the room, still in his own lounge clothes and socks. He places the back of his hand on the boy's forehead. "You aren't warm," he mumbles before slowly drawing his fingers through Shinsou's hair. He had been planning to come in and tell Shinsou to start getting ready for their patrol tonight, but now he was second guessing if he should simply go alone instead. He felt terrible for the kid. He always loved going on patrol.
Shinsou swallows tightly around a lump forming in his throat before he speaks. "Shh, it's a migraine." He then closes his eyes and leans into the hand that continues to pet him, both to sell that he has a headache but also so he doesn't have to look Aizawa in the eye and betray how nervous he is. While Shinsou was an expert liar, Aizawa tended to have an even better quality bullshit detector.
"Ah," Aizawa softens his voice and continues to pet, gently kneading his fingers into Shinsou's scalp. "Alright. Go take a shower, and I'll get some things together for you."
"Shower?" Shinsou cracks one eye, hoping his tone did not betray how excited he was.
"Yeah," Aizawa cups Shinsou's cheek, stroking his thumb right below one lavender eye. "You shouldn't be going out on patrol. A migraine is your body trying to tell you something is wrong. You should rest."
Shinsou battles with two warring emotions now. Hope and guilt. They tussle in his chest in an awful way.
"Will uh," He sits up a bit more before he takes Aizawa's hand in both of his, holding it close to his chest, "Will you stay home?"
Aizawa chuckles at that, lacing their fingers together now. "No, little one, I can't do that." He shakes his head. "I'll be home most of the weekend, though." He pulls Shinsou's hand up to kiss his knuckles and let it linger.
Shinsou smiles softly, having to look away as a flush covers his face. "Don't be like that if you're going to be leaving soon."
Aizawa snorts. "One track mind, even with a headache." He shakes his head, fondness in his smirk as he releases Shinsou's hands. "Shower. Go on."
Shinsou detangles himself from his chair and pockets his phone before heading for the bathroom. After all, a shower is needed anyway if he is going out with all his friends. He would clean up nicely and certainly not let Katsuki show him up.
By the time Shinsou comes out of the shower and is getting dressed in pajamas while mentally deciding on an outfit for tonight, Aizawa is in his costume and coming to check on him.
"Alright. There is miso in a pot on the stove and some spicy tuna in the fridge for you. I set out some prescription strength medicine on my dresser. If your migraine starts getting worse, take it before it's unbearable."
Shinsou pulls an old t-shirt over his head and shuffles up to Aizawa. He nuzzles into his shoulder and the heavy folds of his weapon. The more the man speaks, the tighter the teenager's chest feels. He almost would rather spend the evening in bed with his Daddy, just being lazy and quiet together, over going out with his loud and rowdy friends. He also feels terrible for making Aizawa patrol alone, almost as guilty as he does for lying.
"Be careful," he mumbles, unable to voice any of his other feelings.
Aizawa kisses the top of Shinsou's head, his hair still a bit damp and smelling strongly of soap. One hand comes up to rub slow circles onto his back before reaching up to gently squeeze the back of his neck. "I will; don't you worry about me, sweetheart," he whispers. "Eat your supper and get in bed. I will see you in the morning."
Shinsou feels tension seeping out of him as he nods and releases Aizawa so that the ProHero can leave. "I will," he lies. "See you in the morning."
Shinsou goes to the kitchen as Aizawa is taking his patrol bag with a meal packed and heading out. He eats the miso straight from the pot, chewing tofu and spinach as he finally answers the text that he does indeed want to carpool. He will meet Denki outside in an hour. He tells himself that he is excited.
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Hours pass before Shinsou is back on his street again. The cab, still packed with his friends, dumps him at the end of his road before driving away to rid itself of the rest of its drunken party. Shinsou, while not sober, is certainly not drunk. Unlike his friends, he has to scale back to his bedroom window after all. This was an effortless task for sober Shinsou, but tipsy? Mmmm..this could prove difficult.
His paranoid adoptive father had installed sensors on all the doors and windows years ago when Shinsou had first moved in. His claim at the time had been to protect them from break-ins, but Shinsou never fully bought that. But he had figured out early on how to get around that issue by simply leaving his bedroom window open so it would not detect being unlocked. It has worked plenty of times in the past. If Aizawa asked why the window had been opened early in the evening, which Shinsou doubts he will, he would simply say he had wanted fresh air to help with the headache.
Shinsou spends a moment sizing up the third-story window as he wipes his clammy hands on his pants. He finally grumbles a curse under his breath before he takes a running leap at the brick wall of his building. With practice and effort, his shoes and fingers find purchase on the rough surface. He grabs the second-floor neighbor's window and hauls himself up quietly as he can. He hops, able to grab his own ledge and scrabble his way up to the open window. Unfortunately, he lacks any sense of grace as he drags himself inside to roll forward and tumble to his bedroom floor.
Shinsou just lays there in the dark for a moment, groaning at what he is sure will be a sore shoulder in the morning. Then, finally, he grunts and rolls himself onto his belly to begin crawling in the direction of his light switch. Leaning up onto his knees and feeling around blindly by his bedroom door for the button, Shinsou grumbles to himself that the switch must have moved at some point.
Then warm light fills the room. For a moment, Shinsou thinks he must have hit the switch and not realized it. That is until he registers the light is not that bright and that it is coming from behind him.
Turning to look over his shoulder, he discovers his bedside lamp is on. Slowly he sinks back down to the floor when he notices the real problem. Aizawa, still in uniform, sitting on the edge of his bed. His dark form seems to reject the warm light from the lamp as his eyes bore into Shinsou's crumpled form.
Shinsou swallows tightly at the lump forming in his throat. The mix of panic signals and intoxication is not coming together well. The signals are not reaching his brain correctly, and self-preservation is not being engaged. So Shinsou speaks.
"Hey, uh…Good morning?"
Aizawa's dark eyes narrow a fraction. He says nothing and has to force himself to take a few breaths. He would not lash out at Shinsou. Not yet.
Shinsou squirms uneasily when the quiet drags on between them. "You're home, erm," He gets onto his hands and knees and slowly starts pushing himself to his feet, "Early." He says, bracing on hand on the wall to stay steady.
"Quiet night," Aizawa speaks now, though his voice is low and flat. "Came to check on you."
Shinsou swallows tightly at the tone. "I am uh, glad it was quiet. For your patrol and..stuff." His eyes flicker down towards the floor now. He couldn't manage to hold Aizawa's gaze any longer. It wasn't very often that he had to bare that expression from his sensei and adoptive father. It was a dark, burning look that went straight through Shinsou to his core, where it made him want to shrivel up and blow away.
Aizawa watches Shinsou stand and squirm for a moment before he gets completely fed up with it. Finally, he stands, striding across the room quickly.
Shinsou notices Aizawa standing, but by the time he blinks and tries to lift his head to look up at him, the older man is on him. One large hand grabs him by the back of the neck, with another arm wraps around his belly and hauls him off his feet.
Shinsou yelps as the world momentarily swims around him, not sober enough to understand where up and down were for a moment. He scrabbles at Aizawa's leg a moment before gripping the dark fabric of his pants like his life depended on it.
"Don't drop me!" He pleads.
Aizawa only shakes his head as he brings them over to the boy's bed. He drops Shinsou belly down onto the covers while keeping one hand firmly clamped on his neck.
"You are in so much trouble, boy," Aizawa growls.
Shinsou blinks as he processes the words. What brings them so suddenly into focus is when Aizawa brings his hand down on his upturned ass.
Shinsou yelps and pulls at his blanket. "No, don't!"
"You know better than to tell me no," Aizawa scowls as he swats the boy's ass again. Then again. And again. He takes a rapid rhythm over the top of Shinsou's dark jeans.
The jeans did little, in Shinsou's opinion. He yelps and whines with each stinging smack, "Stop! Ow, please!" His head had been moving so slow for hours, slowed by sweet liquors and burning smoke that clung to his clothes in a heavy skunky smell. Now everything was moving too quickly and too much; he couldn't think, only panic.
Aizawa tightens his grip on the back of Shinsou's neck, "Stop squirming," he grunts. "Bad."
That single word punched Shinsou in the gut hard enough to still his fighting and kicking. He grips the blankets under himself tighter, presses his face to it, and tries to just hold still. The tone of the word alone was enough to tear apart his panicked and racing thoughts and plant him firmly in the present.
Aizawa continues his brisk warm-up for another minute, taking his frustration out on the still-clothed backside before he needed to remember more remarkable restraint. Listening to the whining and whimpering Shinsou is spilling into his hands, he could tell his point was starting to be made. But it was long from being fully understood.
"Daddy," Shinsou whimpers when tears begin to sting the corners of his eyes. He hoped sincerely that he could soften Aizawa up a little, maybe find another way to appease him. "Daddy, please."
Aizawa stops the spanking for a minute; his thumb on Shinsou's neck rubs slow circles while his free hand tugs down the boy's tight pants.
"Hush, Daddy is here," He mutters while inspecting his work thus far.
Shinsou hisses as the fabric drags over his now sensitive skin. Still, he buries his face further into his hands when he feels Aizawa's calloused hand sliding over the warm skin of his backside. The hand lingers there as Aizawa takes his time to squeeze and grope the toned muscle.
Aizawa looks over the pretty pink skin, calming himself down before continuing. He didn't believe in punishing in anger, after all. But then he pauses, noticing something and spreading Shinsou's cheeks.
"You're wet," Aizawa shakes his head in disappointment. Shinsou's cock could be seen hard between his thighs with a wet spot smudged on his briefs.
Shinsou bites his lip and squeezes his thighs together. "Nooo, it's nothing."
Aizawa growls and forcefully pulls Shinsou's legs apart before reaching between his thighs to grab the boy's cock and balls in his fist. He squeezes just on the side, uncomfortable.
"Do not cover yourself from me," he warns.
Shinsou gasps, going still. "Yes. Yes, Daddy!"
"Who does this belong to?"
"You! It's yours, Daddy."
"And you?"
Shinso gulps, feeling his cock twitch and leak into Aizawa's hand. "I belong to you, Daddy." He says as sweetly as he could, hoping his betraying cock didn't get him in any more trouble.
"Exactly," Aizawa gives it another squeeze, hearing Shinsou whimper, then wipes his hand on the boy's thigh. He steps away then, going to turn on the room light. "Get undressed."
Shinsou slowly slides to his feet, stumbling with his pants around his knees. He toes off his shoes and begins to pull off his pants and briefs, blinking blearily when the room gets bright. He glances at Aizawa under damp lashes when the man sits back down on his bed.
Aizawa rests his elbows on his knees as he waits. "We are not done here, far from it. Hurry up."
Shinsou's bottom lip trembles as he pulls his nice shirt off over his head, and it joins the rest of his clothes on the floor. He pushes them in the direction of his closet before turning back.
"Daddy," He clasps his hands in front of his belly. "I'm sorry."
"Hush." Aizawa cuts off the weak attempt at an apology, then crooks one finger. "Come here."
Shinsou shuffles forward, bare feet on the carpet, head turned to the side, so he doesn't have to look at Aizawa or his own cock that is betraying him. He didn't feel horny at all. Instead, he felt bad and small. Miserable, really. How dare it do this to him in his humiliation.
Aizawa twirls a finger, and Shinsou quietly obeys, turning around to face away from him. The older man then reaches out to check the even pink tone of Shinsou's ass. But his sit spots, that crease where his ass met his tighs, and all the way down the back of Shinsou's legs were still pale. That wouldn't do.
Aizawa grabs Shinsou's hip and turns him back around as he straightens himself up. "Since you think you can hide yourself from me, straddle my knee."
Shinsou balks, "Wh..what?"
"I will not repeat myself," Aizawa scowls. "Be obedient and straddle my knee so I can finish your warm-up, or I will humble you myself, and you'll spend time with the brush before the belt."
"What!?" Shinsou's voice breaks then, head shaking vehemently. "Please, no! Daddy, please! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I snuck out."
Aizawa starts to get to his feet then, already reaching for Shinsou again.
"I will, I will!" Shinsou blurts, tears welling up at the fear of making this any worse than he already had. "I'll be good!"
Aizawa holds Shinsou's gaze a moment before he takes mercy and sits back down. Boots firmly planted on the carpet and legs spread. He waits quietly.
Shinsou whimpers miserably as he shuffles forward, spreading his legs as he slides himself over Aizawa's knee and broad thigh. Then, finally, he lowers himself back down onto the bed, feeling cold air reaching him in places it had no business being.
"Wider," Aizawa says as he wraps one arm around Shinsou's waist and the other pulls the boy's legs further apart. "I want to see your hole and your little prick. You need proper reminding who they belong to."
Shinsou shakes his head. "I don't," he insists, even as Aizawa reaches under him to tug his cock and balls back between his wide-spread thighs to put them in better view.
Aizawa scoffs at the wet drop left on his palm before wiping it on Shinsou's thigh. "I think you do. Filthy"
Before Shinsou could say another word, Aizawa brought his hand down on his bare thigh. The pain was bright and hot on his skin, and any plea or rebuttal Shinsou had wanted to say dissolved into a cry of pain.
Aizawa continues on a brutal, punishing pace. Up and down Shinsou's wide-spread thighs, he curls his fingers to spread the burning bright pink color to the delicate inner curves. He lands rapid strikes over the boy's most sensitive sit spots, listening to Shinsou wail at the pain. The window beside them was still open. If anyone was wandering the streets this late at night, they would undoubtedly get an ear full.
Shinsou's initial tears of frustration and humiliation quickly turned to miserable sobs. His Daddy was making such quick and thorough work of his whole backside, but only calling this the warm-up? His palm was landing in places the man rarely ever struck, and Shinsou knew how upset Aizawa must be.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He wails into the covers. He couldn't even squirm, so firmly pinned down and spread wide like this. He felt exposed and surrounded entirely by Aizawa. Everything laid bare for the man's use.
"You certainly will be," Aizawa continues his work of making sure every inch of Shinsou's backside is an even, dark, pink shade. Bordering on a burning red, but not quite yet.
"Tonight, you are going to learn what exactly happens to naughty little boys who lie to their Daddy and sneak out of the house. Off being stupid with your little friends, weren't you?"
"Yes, daddy," Shinsou wails as swats return to his thighs. Oh, it was simply the worst.
"What happens to naughty boys?" Aizawa moves to the other thigh.
Shinsou feels humiliation in his gut bubble up through his throat to form the answer. "They get spanked by daddy," he stammers through his tears.
"That's right," Aizawa grunts. "Every single time." He pauses to inspect his work now, checking for any forgotten spots. "And when does Daddy spank his boy?"
Shinsou hiccups as he feels Aizawa's thick fingers dip between his cheeks to spread them even further apart. "When I'm naughty…or when Daddy wants to."
"Exactly." Aizawa nods. He then lands the first swat in the still pale crease of Shinsou's crack near his hole.
Shinsou howls in pain, his toes drumming on the carpeted floor.
Aizawa does it again on the other side, listening as Shinsou bawls, "Oooooow."
"Yeah, ow." Aizawa reaches back behind himself and slides his fingers into Shinsou's sweaty hair. He pets him for a moment before pulling his head to the side to get a good look at his flushed, tear-stained face. His boy was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, but somehow Shinsou in tears was almost beyond belief. "Little boys should be saying Ow a lot. It keeps them obedient."
Shinsou sniffles and just nods, knowing better than to fuss.
Aizawa releases Shinsou now, patting his hip. "Up. On your feet."
Shinsou pushes himself up, stumbling a little, but Aizawa grabs his hips to keep him steady. He hiccups and wipes his face on his arms before trying to climb onto the man's open lap.
"No, none of that," Aizawa holds his boy at arms length. "We are not done with your list of screw-ups tonight. Lying? Sneaking out? Drinking? Smoking? Even trying to cover yourself up and tell me no while I punish you?" Aizawa shakes his head. "Get yourself ready for the belt. Now."
Shinsou's shoulders sag, head hung, as he answers, "Yes, Daddy," between his sniffles.
Aizawa gets up off the bed now, slowly removing his belt as he watches Shinsou obediently complete his task. He is taking the pillows from the top of his bed and making a neat pile. Stacking them just as he had been showing in the past. The pile was built right in the middle of the bed, in a proper stack to support his weight. Shinsou then climbs up and kneels on the bedspread before slowly lowering himself over his pillows. Face down, ankles crossed, and bottom now propped high in the air.
"There we go," Aizawa folds the belt in one hand before approaching the bed. He pets down the curve of Shinsou's spine. "Someone is remembering themself. A good, obedient little boy."
Shinsou turns his head so he can look up at Aizawa with his best puppy dog eyes. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Mmmm," Aizawa nods. "I've trained you better than this, Hitoshi. Going to lie to me again?"
Shinsou shakes his head.
"Sneak out?"
"Never," Shinsou insists.
Aizawa pets Shinsou again then, nodding, and murmurs a soft, "Good. Good boy," to watch some of the tension slip out of his boy's body.
Because while Aizawa did fully believe Shinsou was being honest and earnest at the moment, he also did not fully believe that this was the end of all of his rebellious little boy's naughtiness. He was sure this lesson would be taught again. A few times.
But Aizawa was happy to teach it as many times as needed.
Shinsou sniffles as he crosses his arms on the bed and lays his head in them. He peers over at Aizawa, small tears still leaking slowly from his eyes. He can now see how the hardness around the man's eyes has softened, and while his eyes were still dark, they were warm now. Aizawa was not staring through him but instead allowing his eyes to trail slowly across his naked body.
Aizawa still wanted him; that was clear. It eased tension in Shinsou's chest.
Aizawa's petting hand slides down Shinsou's spine to cup his ass now, feeling the heat radiating off. He squeezes before spreading the boy's cheeks, seeing how the mean red color grows all the way to his hole. Aizawa thinks for a moment before patting Shinsou's ass and stepping away.
Shinsou knew better than to move while Aizawa was poking around his room. So instead, he lays quietly and listens to the sound of his Daddy opening his desk drawers until he finds what he is looking for. When Aizawa returns and spreads his cheeks again, he drips lube directly between them; Shinsou couldn't help but whine. Both from the cold against his hot skin but also knowing it was getting all over his pillows.
"Hush." Aizawa sets the bottle on the bedspread. He adjusts the belt in his hand for a moment before taking a step back and cracking it down across Shinsou's bright pink ass. For a moment, there was a wide, white stripe on the boy's ass. It then quickly turned red as a pained wail strained Shinsou's lungs.
Aizawa ghosts his hand over the skin again, feeling how heat rises off the new mark. Shinsou shivers under his touch, sobs muffled into the bedspread.
Aizawa steps back again and brings the belt down a second time, just below the first, parallel strips of red right above the boy's thighs. Shinso's whole chest heaves and shakes, but he remains obediently in position.
Aizawa drapes the belt across the boy's pale back now. "Do not let it drop," he warns while brushing his fingers through Shinsou's hair. His free hand returns to Shinsou's hole once again, where the lube grew warm from the heat of his punished ass.
Shinsou whimpers and holds still the best he can as he feels the pressure of thick fingers. First, there are a few gentle rubs from rough callouses before impatient pressure comes, and the first finger quickly pushes inside of him. Shinsou gasps, toes curling as he fights the urge to wiggle and squirm. He felt entirely overwhelmed by the mixing sensations of pain, intrusive pleasure, and his own cock trapped against his pillows. But he knew better than to rub himself against the fabric. That would be considered highly greedy, and he did not want another lesson right now.
Aizawa slowly pumps his middle finger in and out of the boy's ass until he can easily take it to the last knuckle. Then, Aizawa slowly fucks Shinsou with only one finger while drizzling more lube between his cheek. Shinsou whines as the cold lube is immediately pushed deep into him, but he just grips the sheets a little bit tighter and holds still.
"Good boy," Aizawa says as he slides his finger out and picks the belt back up.
Shinsou sniffles softly, tucking his face into the tear-dampened sheets. "Daddy," he croaks in the most pitiful voice.
Aizawa wraps the belt around his fist again. "Position."
Shinsou arches his back now, pushing his ass up further into the air for Aizawa.
"Good boy," Aizawa eyes Shinsou's back side. The meat of his ass is vibrantly red in comparison to the pink of his thighs. Aizawa brings the belt down for a third strike and makes quick work of spreading that hot red color down onto Shinsou's sit spots. What had been the palest pink skin so far was suddenly as red as the rest.
Shinsou broke position for the first time as he lurched forward in pain. His hand flew out for a moment, but before he could touch his backside, he remembered himself. He collapses back down onto the bed, where he grips the sheets around him and wails himself hoarse.
Aizawa waits patiently as Shinsou bawls wholeheartedly into his bed, letting him work through the pain for a moment. But not too long. "Position," He reminds.
Shinsou, still hiccuping and blubbering, gets up on all fours. Then, with his limbs shaky, he slowly fixes the stacked pillows and lays himself over them again, resigned to obedience to scrub away guilt and disappointment.
As he lays his head back down, hiccuping through his tears, he looks up at Aizawa. "A…almost done?"
"Almost," Aizawa nods. He reaches down to push the boy's hair off his face, then lays the belt across his shoulders again. Then, threading his fingers into Shinsou's hair, he gently presses down, holding his boy in place.
Shinsou closes his eyes, taking deep, shaky breaths and relaxing.
Aizawa drags his fingers through the slick mess between the boy's cheeks for a moment before roughly shoving two fingers into the middle knuckle.
Shinsou gasps, back arching as his insides clamp around the unkind intrusion.
"Relax," Aizawa grunts.
“Y-yes,” Shinsou stammers. He is panting softly as he wills himself to relax and begin to simply melt into his sweaty bed.
Aizawa draws his fingers out and slowly pushes them back in, crooking them as he works Shinsou open. This trick manages to drag a low whine from Shinsou between his pitiful sobs. Aizawa does this again, focusing on Shinsou's prostate with one hand while the other twists fingers into the sweaty hair.
"Aaahh!" Shinsou is trembling with the strain of obedience. Holding as still as he could while the heat building inside of him rapidly matched that on his outside.
Aizawa pumps his fingers again, making sure they easily slide deep with no resistance before he pulls them out.
"Almost," Shinsou whispers as the belt leaves his bare shoulders again.
"Almost," Aizawa agrees as he grips his belt once more. He takes a moment to trail the fingers of his empty hand down the hot swell of Shinsou's ass down to the pale expanse of thigh. He lingers there for a moment, just petting and caressing as he feels the low, trembling muscles beneath the abused skin.
He steps back finally and finishes the worst of the punishment. The next and final two blows of the belt come quickly, one after the other, down the backs of Shinsou's thighs. Then, as Shinsou cries out, voice hoarse and body shaking, his backside becomes one solid red color. A beautiful, burning shade of a well-punished little boy.
Aizawa tosses his belt on the ground before sitting on the edge of the bed. "Shhh shhh," He pets through Shinsou's ruined hair. "Good boy, you did so well."
Shinsou shifts to lean his side against Aizawa's hip and continues to cry. Finally, he knew he didn't have to hold still or keep position any longer and allowed himself to curl up and bawl his eyes out. Letting the last of the shame and embarrassment spill out of him as he clings to his Daddy's side.
Aizawa strokes down Shinsou's spine, softly soothing him through his tears. "You did so well for me, Hitoshi. Took your punishment very well."
Shinsou lifts his head only to hiccup through his sobs, "I am sorry! Sorry!"
"Shh," Aizawa nods as he reaches across the bed to snag one of Shinsou's little plush toys. This one was a round, almost loaf-shaped cat. "Here. Here is your friend," he coaxes.
Shinsou releases his vice grip on Aizawa's pants to latch onto the toy. He buries his face against the smooth, soft fabric and lets it soak up the last of his tears.
With Shinsou starting to calm down, Aizawa puts one hand on the boy's back, and the other pushes two fingers inside. They slide in quickly to the last knuckle and pull a weak moan from Shinsou. He pumps them slowly before he begins pushing in the third.
Shinsou gasps and arches up, pushing back on the fingers, eager for his freedom of movement now.
Aizawa shakes his head a bit but continues to work Shinsou open. "Greedy."
Shinsou whines, "I'm good boy."
"You are," Aizawa agrees. "Always. Even the very best boys are a little bit naughty sometimes." He crooks the three fingers and slowly massages the boy's prostate. "But that's what daddies are for," he sighs.
Shinsou swore he saw stars for a moment, rocking his hips back, fucking himself on thick, calloused fingers. "Daddy," he gasps. "Daddy, please. Let me make it up to you," he says as he spreads his legs wider. "Please."
Aizawa reaches with his free hand to palm himself over his loose uniform pants, his cock aching at how rock hard he had been for so long. "You're going to make it up to me by being a noisy little slut?"
Shinsou sniffles and nods. "Yes. Yes, please."
Aizawa chuckles then and slides his fingers out. "How could I say no to such lovely manners?" He says as he stands and begins to undress.
Undressing goes quickly. Aizawa took only a moment, first toeing off his boots and stripping himself of his jumpsuit. Even still, Shinsou was arching his back, pushing his bruised ass into the air and whimpering about how empty he was.
"Please. Hurry." Shinsou whines as he spreads his legs. "Want to make you happy."
"Oh, baby boy," Aizawa climbs onto the bed, slipping between the boy's wide-spread thighs. "I am so happy because I have you."
Aizawa then rests one hand on Shinsou's thigh, petting the hot skin lazily as he strokes his own hard cock, smearing lube across the veiny length. Finally, as he is lining up with Shinsou's wet hole, ready to push himself in, the boy looks over his shoulder and whines.
"Hmm?" Aizawa pauses.
"Daddy. Can we move? Please? I want to see you," Shinsou sniffles. "Want kisses."
"Of course," Aizawa breaths. He slips one strong arm around Shinsou's waist and hoists the boy onto his knees, pressing them together. It was easy for Aizawa to knock the pillows to the ground before letting Shinsou turn around in his arms.
Shinsou doesn't lay back immediately. Instead, he wraps both arms around Aizawa's neck and tugs on him, desperate for a kiss.
"Shh shh," Aizawa murmurs against Shinsou's swollen lips. "I have you." He assures before he deepens the kiss. He does his best to kiss away the last of the whimpers and whines, swallowing the last of the boy's tearful hiccups. He then breaks their lips only to trail more kisses across the boy's jaw and down his neck, dragging his tongue over the thrumming pulse point before biting down.
Shinsou yelps, shaking in Aizawa's arms as a dark mark is sucked into his slim neck.
Aizawa smiles while wiping tears off his cheeks while enjoying the steady darkening of the mark. Finally, he pushes Shinsou down onto the crumpled sheets.
Shinsou stretches out, spreading his legs wide on either side of Aizawa. His tears have dried, and his whimpers have turned down to simple sniffles. The guilt had burned away, and his fear of having upset his Daddy was finally gone.
Aizawa smooths his palms along Shinsou's thighs before slowly pushing them until the boy's knees are at his chest. Shinsou was so lean and flexible, which was a beautiful sight every time Aizawa got to bend the boy to his liking.
Finally, he lines up and slides easily into Shinsou, bottoming out easily with just two rolls of his hips and a low moan.
Shinsou's toes curl in the air as he is finally filled. His legs tremble under Aizawa's grip, but he holds his position as the man begins to fuck him. Slow long thrusts at first, with Aizawa nearly pulling all the way out with each thrust before burying himself to the hilt again.
Shinsou lays with his back arched up into each thrust, feeling like every drop, the last drop of strength, and every forming thought was being fucked out of him. It was slow and agonizing, but it felt like the last of his guilt was being fucked from him. As Aizawa used him to build his own pleasure and take whatever he wanted, Shinsou felt he was atoning for all his naughtiness.
Aizawa's pleasure builds, burning low in his gut and filling his chest. His thrusts pick up, becoming shorter and quicker and filling the room with the sound of skin slapping against skin. It was chorused by his own rhythmic grunts and Shinsou's gasping moans. Precum was dripping freely from Shinou's cock as well, leaving a pale puddle on the boy's flat belly.
Aizawa lowers himself over Shinsou, tucking his face against his boy's throat to hear every shaky breath punched out of him. The low whining keens as Shinsou became over sensitive, but behaving so perfectly and not cumming. Just leaking a mess all over himself.
"My boy," Aizawa growls, "My good sweet boy."
Shinsou reaches around Aizawa, digging his nails into his Daddy's back while whimpering into the mess of dark hair around him. "Yours. Yours! Please so close. I'm so close."
"Hold on," Aizawa peppers kisses along Shinsou's shoulders. "Hold on for me. Show me what a good boy you are and cum with me."
Shinsou nods, "Yes. Yes. With you."
Aizawa presses them closer together, Shinsou's legs above them, pushing the boy down into the mattress with every thrust. He could feel Shinsou's nails leaving burning lines on his skin; bruises would be all across his shoulders in the morning. But he sees it as only fair. They would match.
"Please," Shinsou sobs in his ruined voice, "Can't hold much longer. Please."
Shinsou's pleading and desperate voice in his ear were all Aizawa needed to push himself over the edge. He grabs the boy's slim hips and slams himself into Shinsou hard enough to bring tears to the corners of the boy's eyes as he slaps against the abused skin. But he finishes quickly, snarling into Shinsou's ear as he bottoms out to pump his seed deep inside.
Shinsou's nails break skin as he finally came, untouched, spilling hot seed across his chest. He Nearly screams, but his throat is so hoarse that it breaks quickly into a weak, strung-out wail.
Aizawa sinks his teeth into Shinsou's shoulder, rolling his hips as he chases out the last drops of his pleasure. The thrusts stutter, slow, then stop.
The room is quiet for a moment, broken only by the sound of their heavy panting and hearts slamming against their ribs. Shinsou is limp under him, a puddle, with legs trembling in the air above him.
Aizawa kisses the bite mark softly, just ghosting his lips over damp skin, before sliding out. Shinsou whines weakly and shivers as Aizawa's wet, softening cock slides out of him, and he leaks cum and lube onto the sheets.
"Shhh," Aizawa sits up on his knees and lowers Shinsou's shaky legs down. He slowly slides to his feet while reaching down to get his arms under Shinsou's back to lift him bridal style. "Shower. Sleep."
Shinsou nods and wordlessly lays his head on Aizawa's shoulder. "Big bed?" He whispers.
"Of course," Aizawa kisses Shinsou's sweaty forehead as he takes them both down the hall, abandoning their mess for the morning.
"Gotta keep an eye on my naughty boy after all." He smirks.
Shinsou sulks, lips pouting and eyes sleepy. "I'm good boy."
Aizawa snorts. "You are something." He shakes his head. "And after this little stunt, you will be having a babysitter every time I go out. For a while."
Shinsou groans and hides his face in Aizawa's shoulder. He was too tired and sore to argue. Maybe tomorrow.