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- M/M - Foot Fetish - Humiliation/Domination - Sweaty/Smelly "Bakugo and Midoriya had a fight again, did you guys heard about it?!" Kirishima asked, jumping up on the dormitory couch to join Denki and Sero. "Tell me something new! They do that at least twice a week." Sero replied, rolling his eyes before leaning one side of his face into his clenched fist on the armrest of the couch, appearing to be feeling the purest boredom ever. "Well, I mean, you're not wrong, but it looks like this time it was a more serious one than usual!" Kirishima told the two of them, sounding worried about what might happen to them this time. "That sucks. Especially since I imagine that Midoriya wasn't even at fault again. Bakugo just can't accept that they're both strong. This petty behavior just makes things more difficult between them..." Denki muttered as he lay down on the couch before casually throwing his legs into Kirishima's lap. "I know, dude... I know. Every time I try to find out a little more about why he can't have a healthy rivalry with Midoroya, he just tells me to shut up and die, so I don't get it either..." Kirishima explained, closing his eyes and looking depressed. "Speaking of which, where are they now? Is Aizawa-Sensei already aware of this or...?" Sero asked curiously, turning pale as he saw Kirishima nodding, "Uh, they're screwed, that's for sure." _ Meanwhile, in the school office, Aizawa Shota, formally known as Eraser Head was experiencing some private pandemonium inside the office. He was sitting at the desk, while Midoriya Izuku and Katsuki Bakugo were sitting on the other side arguing loudly, specifically Bakugo, who was even restrained by Pro Hero's Capturing Weapon to ensure that he wouldn't try anything wild again. "As I was going to say, I didn't do anything to justify that! Kacchan always assumes that I am underestimating him with any comment! I couldn't let him blow me up for nothing, so I defended myself..." Izuku explained calmly as Aizawa's lazy eyes stared at him, making the greenish boy somewhat nervous. "Fucking nerd! You know damn well you deserved it! You clearly implied that you're stronger than me now that you have more than one quirk! You'll need a hundred more of them to even get to my feet, I'll still kick your ass clean and fair, you hear me?!" Bakugo shouted beside him, causing Aizawa's eyes to turn to the blond man growling like a rabid dog. In contrast to that sudden increase in volume, the man with the messy black hair even stuck his little finger in one of his ears, visibly annoyed. "W-When did I do that?! I'd never have the guts to pick on you, Kacchan! I complimented you! You keep getting so strong that I feel more motivated not to fall behind...!" "I don't need your empty words, do you want to fight again?! Huh?" Bakugo barked, flailing in his chair in an attempt to free himself from Aizawa's grip, but failed miserably. "Eek! Calm down, Kacchan!" "Okay, I've seen enough." Says Aizawa in an impatient tone before sighing in exhaustion, "I'm disappointed. I thought the last time I put you both to clean the dorm as punishment had served to get you two back on track, but I was wrong." The two students bowed their heads slightly at their teacher's words. Seeing him say he was disappointed felt like they were taking a cold bath in the middle of winter, and not even Bakugo had the courage to try to argue with Pro Hero on that merit. "In this business it is normal for there to be rivalry. In fact, it often encourages young people to progress further and further, but that's not the case with you two, at least not in a healthy way. You are studying and training to bring peace to innocent hearts by fighting those with evil intentions, so tell me, why is it so difficult to cooperate for a common interest?" Aizawa spoke with his usual neutral expression, but his eyes reflected dissatisfaction as he saw that Izuku was preparing to answer him, "I'm asking you, Bakugo." says Aizawa, automatically causing Izuku to close his mouth before he even got to speak, but also causing bulging veins to form on the blond's forehead. "What the hell...!? Why me?" Bakugo grumbled leaning forward in displeasure. "Do you still have the nerve to ask? Just answer me already...” "...Stay out of my business." Bakugou said, turning his face away as he gritted his teeth. The awkward silence after the blond's words remained for a few seconds. A tiny bead of sweat dripped down the side of Izuku's forehead, while the greenish boy remained motionless feeling the tension in the air. Everyone knew that this temperament of Bakugou was common, but Aizawa was there to guide them both through this problem, so even though he knew his childhood friend, Izuku still couldn't believe that Bakugo was managing to speak in this tone to Aizawa. "You may return to the dormitory, Midoriya. I will talk to you later." Aizawa nodded to the greenish boy, who immediately stood up. "Y-Yes, sir! Excuse me." Izuku replied before bowing respectfully and walking to the door, exiting the teachers' lounge relieved. "What about me?" Bakugou asked, trying to free himself from the cloth made of wire alloy steel woven with carbon nanofibers that was firmly attached to his torso, consequently immobilizing his arms. "You, huh. where do I even start with you...?" Aizawa muttered to himself, scratching the back of his neck lazily as he pondered how he should proceed in this situation, "You know, even though your skills are worthy of being compared to that of a Pro Hero, when it comes to your personality you manage to be a pebble in my shoes." "Whatever. I'm not here to play games with anyone, my only goal is to be the best and that can only be achieved through individual effort!" "Do you think you can achieve that with this mentality? How do you expect to bring peace of mind to the civilians if you can't stay without destabilizing even your classmates?" Bakugou just clicked his tongue quietly as he avoided looking directly at Aizawa. The grumpy face made it clear that he was dissatisfied with listening to his teacher's routine lectures, which only made the Pro Hero sigh with weariness at seeing his student demonstrate such a great lack of humility. Getting up from his chair, Aizawa walked to the other side of the table to stand next to Bakugo. Imagining that his teacher was going to free him from that resistant cloth, the blond grunted as he felt more of that material enveloping his body and suspending him upside down in the air, his head almost touching the ground. The cloth wrapped itself around the ceiling of the room in a meticulous manner, managing to keep the blond boy trapped in that position as if he were caught in a spider web. The action was so fast that even with Bakugo's experience, he could only begin to reason seconds after his world had literally turned upside down. The only thing in Bakugo's field of vision were his teacher's legs, more specifically his black boots due to his head being only inches from touching the ground. "WHAT THE FUCK—" Bakugo exclaimed obviously annoyed at that searching change of perspective, institively opening his hands to try to blow Aizawa's cloth, but was surprised by the lack of bursts the second he tried, "Tsk! That's not fair!" says Bakugou as he notices his teacher's red eyes staring down at him from above. "You are more impulsive than I thought. Did you really intend to use your quirk inside this room, brat? I only intended to scare you into apologizing of your own accord, but as your teacher, I am obligated to teach you some manners!" Aizawa stated with a sinister tone, matching his irritated expression that easily managed to intimidate the blond. "W... What did you expect me to do?! Are you mistaking me for a puppet by any chance?" Bakugo grumbled, struggling furiously, but unable to even loosen the cloth binding his arms and legs. "I don't recommend that you keep moving around so much in this position, it will speed up the flow of blood to your brain and give you a headache. Stay still." Aizawa recommended calmly before using his right foot to step on the heel of the boot of his left foot, making room for him to slide his foot out. Aizawa's words could not calm the blond boy's nerves, but seeing the man before him begin to make these movements with his feet froze his heart and mind. Instead of debating his entire body, Bakugo began to roll his face from side to side as he saw his teacher's foot coming out the boot's opening with a wet sound; a long black tube sock of thick cotton stood before his eyes, exposing its toxic fumes not only from the sock, but the boot also seemed to be releasing a thin curtain of steam, immediately acting like a chimney releasing its smoke, but unfortunately for him, his head was right on top of that disturbing source of stench. "Ah... much better. Wait a second, there's still the other one." Aizawa stated with a relieved expression, beginning to do the same with his other boot to free his right foot. In the blink of an eye there were two narrow chasms below Bakugo's head. Having his eyes drawn to those two terrifying holes, the blond involuntarily began to imagine how frightening it would be if he became the size of an ant and fell from that height into one of those boots. The invisible fumes coming out of those boots became stronger and stronger, consequently becoming more recognizable to the blond boy's assaulted sense of smell. Musky, masculine, slightly leathery and incredibly overwhelming to the senses. The scent emanating from those worn boots made the blond boy cringe in disgust, making him feel like a ham being roasted over a bonfire. "Are your methods... acceptable to the principal of this school?" Bakugou asked, incredulous at the sickly acrid odor clouding his mind with each harsh breath. "It is unethical to inflict physical pain on students in any school these days... yet, psychological damage of this level is completely different. Nothing that other students of mine have not felt in the past. To be honest, you are the first I have ever considered using this method of torture... good for you that my feet were able to marinate in the sweat of these boots for over nine hours today. One must use large doses of tranquilizer to bring down dangerous animals, after all." Aizawa commented giving a cynical smile before surprising Bakugo by pinching his nose between his first toes. The fabric was so warm that it seemed that the moisture present in that sock was being evaporated naturally, acting like a stinky incense whose smell invaded his lungs and made his eyes water when it came time to expel the polluted oxygen from his body. "Mmmppphhhh! dammit! How can your foot smell so BAD?!" Bakugo sputtered, incredulous that he could smell a concentration of stench more powerful than the boys' locker room. Not even the smell of Kirishima's feet after a full day of class stank as much as his teacher's feet, and Bakugo was not happy to discover this curiosity. "I wake up early every day, work out, spend most of my days with these boots squeezing my feet until bedtime. Normal stuff. You'll know what I'm talking about when you start working as a hero too." Aizawa replied lazily, not failing to play with the blond's nose between his fingers, making sure that his every breath was filled with the full intensity of his foot odor. Bakugo had already lost track of time, he no longer knew how many times his body funneled against the thick sweaty sock, he didn't even understand why his vision was starting to blur. His mind was going numb, slowly becoming free of any kind of thought. The blond's decrease in stamina caught Aizawa's attention, who immediately stopped using his quirk. "So it finally started to take effect...?" Aizawa muttered happily, pushing his foot away before pulling the cloth in a manner that loosened the pressure on the blond's body, gently bringing the boy back to the ground in one simple movement. Bakugo remained motionless on the ground for almost a minute. Feeling dizzy, the blond boy suddenly sat up on the floor as if he had finally managed to breathe after spending a minute underwater, choking loudly on his own breath as he felt as if that thick odor from Aizawa's feet were still lingering in his throat, almost giving him the sensation of being able to taste that foul stench. "T... The hell! Are you trying to kill me?!" Bakugo muttered angrily, returning to his energy volume as he recovered from that experience. "Don't be so dramatic." Aizawa grumbled back, again scratching an ear with his finger due to the blond's loud tone of voice, "Leaving you in that position for a few minutes would serve to naturally intensify my scent on your senses. A pressure increase occurs when you stand upside down, all I did was take advantage of your body trying to adapt to that change." As he explained, Aizawa gathered his boots on the floor and walked over to his desk again, placing his boots underneath it before sitting down. "That sounds evil! It sounds like the kind of thing used in torture..." "May it serve as some incentive so that you never have to be interrogated by me in the future." Aizawa commented with a brief smile, causing Bakugo to shiver for a moment as he watched his teacher settle back in his chair. "Tsk, whatever! I'm out of here." Bakugo said getting ready to stand, but was interrupted by Aizawa's voice. "No, you're not. We're not done here yet." Aizawa spoke seriously, drawing the blond's irritated crimson eyes to him. "And what else do you want from me?! You already made me smell those damn stinky feet of yours! " "I'll give you two options..." says Aizawa as naturally as possible, ignoring the blond's complaint, "My feet are a little sore, it would be nice to have something soft to prop them on while I finish the work you interrupted with your mess..." Before Aizawa could continue, Bakugo laughed nervously at his teacher's proposal before showing his teeth and beginning to growl like a wolf, "Have you gone insane? I don't want to go anywhere near those weapons ever again!" "Or... I can call Midoriya again and propose that you kiss his feet as an apology. That would be fair, since you were the one who caused the trouble in the first place." "Ha! You really are insane! Me, kissing Deku's feet?! ME? Never." "Well, that's settled then. Stop stalling and come here, I'll use your face as a foot rest for the day." "Fuck- No! I... I didn't mean-" Bakugo tried to deflect the idea, but felt himself freeze with irritated glance. "Katsuki, can you please drag your ass over here while I'm still giving you the opportunity to come with your own legs? If I have to use my capture weapon on you again, I swear I will stick your head inside my boot and leave you tied there until bedtime." Still growling and twitching his eyes in nervousness, Bakugo immediately began to crawl toward his teacher's desk, visibly intimidated by his threat. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Just lie there and be quiet. The sooner I finish, the sooner you're free." Aizawa remarked, watching as the blond man crawling under the table got into the position his teacher commanded. "I can't believe I'm being forced into this..." Bakugo muttered, immediately beginning to feel that powerful miasma of male sweat disturbing his nostrils again, especially seeing that the pair of boots would be at his side for the entire moment. "Shush. Oh, maybe I'd better peel off those socks first. I won't be able to get a good feel for your face with that layer of cotton getting in the way..." Aizawa spoke sticking a finger inside the tube of the sock to begin removing it. 'Peel' was the correct term for him to use, as the sight Bakugo witnessed there was just that; the damp and stuffy material was literally stuck to Pro Hero's skin, giving that disgusting and intimidating impression. First, the round heel appeared exposing a vivid reddish color, proving the constant pressure his teacher's feet had been under inside that worn boot, followed by the arch, the ball of the foot, and finally the five long, sweat-soaked toes, all with the same coloration at these pressure points. However, although that narrow wall of skin looked tender, it was also incredibly steamy, something that was not so noticeable with the socks hiding his feet. Bakugo thought that the smell would diminish without the socks, but it actually became even stronger, fresher and more dominant. Hours of salty sweat accumulated in a mixture of leather, natural foot odor, and a hint of vinegar seemed to define that musk capable of stunning anyone who had the displeasure of having any of those feet planted on their face. Unfortunately for the blond, he would be having both as his teacher didn't hesitate to drop his sock on his face before doing the same with the other, intentionally moistening Bakugo's face with the soaked socks while he could only grimace in response. Before he could make any kind of shrewd comment about the stench and discomfort felt by him from being in that circumstance, Aizawa's two imposing feet were flattened against his face. The steamy surfaces warmed the blond's face automatically, making his face feel almost sticky with sweat as his teacher explored every bit of his face as if searching for an ideal position. With his nostrils assaulted by the potent aroma of male sweat, Bakugou could only squirm as he was having his face literally stepped on and used as a rug by that authoritarian figure, looking like a desperate insect under someone's feet. "...That's better." Aizawa let out a small grunt, genuinely surprised at how comfortable his student's face felt under his tired soles. He even flexed and wiggled his fingers unconsciously with that small moment of pleasure, releasing greater density of stench with each movement his fingers made, causing Bakugo to grit his teeth silently, hiding the humiliation he was feeling, "Damn, I must say, Bakugo...you're much more tolerable when your mouth is shut. However, I must inform you that this time she will need it open. I would like you to make good use of your tongue, just for a change." "Don't even start!" Bakugo barked angrily, quickly understanding what Aizawa was wanting him to do, "I can handle being stuck under that stinking sauna, but you can't make me put my tongue up to THAT! I'm going to tell everyone!" "Yeah, yeah..." Aizawa chuckled above him, actually finding it funny, "Go tell everyone I used your face to massage my feet, they'll be very sad and won't laugh at you, trust me," the man continued sarcastically. Hearing this, Bakugo became instantly flushed. The shame he felt imagining everyone in his class laughing behind his back if he said he was punished in this peculiar way by his teacher. Of all things, the last thing he wanted was to have his own image linked to a foot sniffer. Hesitating and with trembling lips, Bakugo allowed himself to extend just the tip of his tongue out, touching the sweaty skin with it and regretting it in the same instant; such a sour taste, yet so salty too. Not even in the greatest of culinary catastrophes had he experienced such intensities of flavor before. "I'm glad you understood your situation quickly. Don't forget to kiss too, I think I deserve to be a little pampered once in a while." says Aizawa with a mean smile on his face, going back to concentrating on his work as he felt the small shy licks from the blonde. There was something different about having Bakugo's tongue brush against his sweaty, lint-stained soles. It felt so right, especially as a teacher; it was as if he was properly cleansing that dirty blond's mouth that way. His only regret was that he couldn't show this to the rest of his class, the vast majority would have considered it quite fair, but Aizawa didn't necessarily want to be cruel to Bakugo, just use effective methods to shake his ego, knowing that he is normally arrogant. For the next countless minutes, Bakugo's entire world became the eerie sight of his teacher's hot, stinking soles. His face was experiencing so much friction and occasional rubbing that it was already almost the same vibrant color as the tired soles on top of it. The salty taste had already flooded into his mouth, overpowering his taste buds with all the dirty lint he was forced to swallow amidst his quick licks along the length of the sole, But the worst part was surely penetrating every sweaty gap between Aizawa's toes. His tongue found more than lint between those spaces, so much so that he would rather not even think about what he was having to put in his mouth. Still, it was clear that all the elements between those toes were concentrated than in the rest of his foot; the smell was strangely more intoxicating and sour, the sweat seemed to have a stickier and saltier consistency as well, easily making him wish for fresh water to rinse out his mouth. Obeying his teacher, Bakugo also humiliated himself by pressing his lips against the warm skin occasionally. It was a crude attempt to imitate a kiss, but Aizawa almost didn't care because it felt so good regardless. His feet were so tired from being inside those boots all day that any kind of attention on them felt just fantastic, but Aizawa was particularly glad that he had chosen to try something like this, because what he was feeling now was infinitely better than any massage he could receive at anyone's hands, and he even got an unusual foot bath. At this part he felt a little sorry for Bakugo; his feet were so stinky and sweaty that to have it all become the property of the blond's mouth and face was quite worrying if you were to think that the boy couldn't open his mouth without the stench of his foot contaminating his breath. But all this was disregarded when he remembered that Bakugo kind of deserved something like this. After a while, Aizawa had finished all his errands, but still remained with his feet pressed into his human footrest for a few more minutes, making the most of all the temporary relaxation he was getting. "Uuuh, I think that's it. You're free now." Aizawa announced with a mixture of laziness in disappointment in his tone, but it almost didn't matter when he saw that Bakugo immediately rolled away from the table, sticking out his tongue and rubbing the fabric of his shirt against it. "Sorry. Were they that bad?" Aizawa asked with a brief dry laugh, being amused by the blond's expressions of disgust. "Don't even try to pretend you can't smell them! This fucking room is literally polluted by the stench of your feet!" "Look at that mouth...you want more 'soap' in it?" Aizawa inquired, showing her teeth to the blond who was slowly walking away towards the door. His spiky hair was messier than usual with all the commotion under Aizawa's feet earlier, and judging by the shine on his face, he was sweating as much as his teacher's feet under him, which brought out Aizawa's provocative side. Before anything more could be said, Bakugo made a swift dash towards the door, leaving only dust behind while Aizawa could watch him disappear into the distance. "He definitely didn't learn anything from that. Oh well... hopefully he'll get up to some mischief again soon, it would be nice."