okay, but, dkbk where deku and kacchan are dating, but izuku starts to feel like he’s somehow failing katsuki because he can’t make him squirt like he’s seen them do in porn and goes to aizawa for help.

aizawa’s startled as all hell when izuku comes to him asking how to make someone squirt of all things, claiming the internet is being supremely unhelpful, and that no matter how many times katsuki tells him it’s fine and that not everyone can squirt, he still wants to /try/.

and aizawa, to the absolute shock, horror, and embarrassment of katsuki, agrees to help. he’s expecting a diagram or a how-to lecture. what he is definitely not expecting is to be spread out on aizawa’s desk in his office, entirely naked, with his teacher between his legs.

and aizawa definitely has him restrained because katsuki started throwing a fit the second he caught the slightest inkling of what was happening, and izuku’s got a camera set up and a fucking notebook at the ready, and katsuki’s definitely going to tell him off—

but then aizawa’s thumbing at the swell of his clit, and any and all protests melt off into a short, bitten scream. and katsuki’s sensitive as fuck, able to come the second izuku thrusts in, and getting his clit played with is almost always a no because it’s just too sensitive.

aizawa very much does not care, and despite the way katsuki whines, hips twitching like he’s trying to get away even though there’s nowhere he can go, aizawa doesn’t let up on his touches, fingers rubbing and pinching, watching katsuki’s reactions with a trained eye.

and katsuki’s writhing on the table, back arched, lips bitten and swollen from his own abuse in a futile effort to hold back his moans. he comes with aizawa’s fingers pinching cruelly at his clit, nail of his index finger digging into the sensitive bud just hard enough to hurt.

he doesn’t squirt, and izuku’s ready to call it quits and thank his sensei for the effort, but aizawa doesn’t even let katsuki catch his breath or let izuku even consider leaving. he just immediately fucks a finger into katsuki’s slick cunt, giving no time for katsuki to adjust.

and katsuki shrieks, tears immediately springing in his eyes, teeth gritting, and his hips jolt off the table, thighs shaking, but aizawa just presses a hand down on his stomach and pistons his finger faster, watching raptly as katsuki squirms under his hold.

his thighs shake, and his breath is ruptured little pants, interlaced with moans and thin whines, and when katsuki comes again, it’s with a sharp cry, eyes scrunching shut as a tear slips down his cheek.

he doesn’t squirt—and, at this point, izuku’s wondering if katsuki even /can/ or if he’s one of those that just /can’t/. and he feels a little bad. katsuki’s sensitive, and coming twice has to be a lot for him, and he’s ready to call it quits—

but then aizawa’s on his knees.

katsuki jolts like he’s been shock, thrashing in his bonds when aizawa seals his lips over his clit and sucks. his finger’s still inside of him, petting gently at his walls, and his mouth opens wider so that he can drag his tongue between his folds, lapping at the slick wet mess.

and katsuki’s hips are bobbing, thrashing, but the restraints don’t give and no matter which way he rocks, he’s either grinding into the abuse of aizawa’s mouth or down into the firm pressure of his finger inside of him, and he feels trapped in an endless cycle of /too much/—

and izuku’s just watching, absolutely rapt, and he’s never seen katsuki like this, openly sobbing as he’s eaten out, fighting to get away or fuck down into it, body torn between pleasure and overstimulation—it’s the hottest thing deku’s ever seen.

when aizawa presses in with a second finger, teeth presses hard and mean into katsuki’s clit, katsuki comes with a violent tremor, jaw cracking around a yelp, like it catches him by surprise, slick gushing around the two digits. and he’s whimpering, whining, “no more, no more...”

aizawa doesn’t let up, and he straightens, stubbled face smeared with katsuki’s slick, and he starts thrusting his fingers into bakugou, feeling how his walls spasm around the intrusion, listening to the lewd squelching as it fills the room.

he calls izuku over and has him undo the restraints on katsuki’s legs and force them up until his knees are pressed by his head, bent in half, hips raised into the air, ankles now fastened to his wrists, and aizawa fucks /down/ into him, harsh and punishing.

and katsuki’s head is thrashing side to side, pleas for them to stop, that it was too much, /too much/, going unheeded, and when aizawa feels the spasm of his walls around his fingers, he tells izuku to pinch his clit, pressing down hard on his stomach to still his shaking—

katsuki squirts with izuku’s fingers pinching his clit and aizawa’s fingers pistoning into him brutally, head thrown back and jaw cracking around a silent scream, eyes staring sightlessly upward, and izuku watches, mesmerized, at the liquid spray, thumb rubbing at his clit.

when aizawa’s fingers finally slip out, izuku let’s go, and katsuki’s left trembling through the aftershocks, drooling and wet, warm cunt swollen and slick, spread open on his teachers desk while izuku looks at him like his debauched form is the greatest sight he’s ever seen.

sensitive, swollen, covered in his own come and juices, tears staining his cheeks, katsuki passes out to the feeling of izuku’s fingers in his hair and aizawa’s hands gently massaging his limbs as he finally undoes the restraints.

-end-

welp, that was fun. love me some good aibaku/dekubaku food. what a good time. aight. bye!