#ingenium

Izuku Midoriya

Izuku lives for praise—it completely breaks him in the best way.

He’s so eager to please that the moment you moan "You feel so good, Izuku," he shudders and starts thrusting deeper.

He becomes desperate to hear more, getting lost in your voice.

If you whisper, "You're perfect," he groans and loses all restraint.

Izuku is panting against your skin, his fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts into you, slow but deep.

"Am I…" his voice shakes. "Am I making you feel good?"

You cup his cheek, brushing your lips over his jaw. "Izuku, you feel so good. You’re perfect."

His hips stutter. His hands tighten.

"F-fuck," he whimpers.

Your lips brush against his ear. "You’re incredible, Izuku. I love the way you make me feel."

He groans, trembles, and suddenly snaps his hips forward—harder, faster, completely wrecked.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto pretends to be unaffected, but the second you moan "You feel so good, Shoto," his hips stutter.

His body temperature spikes when you praise him.

If you whisper "I love the way you touch me," he physically trembles.

The moment he hears you tell him "You’re amazing," he completely loses control.

Shoto’s jaw clenched, his breath hot against your skin as he tried to keep his composure.

"You feel so good, baby," you whispered.

His hips jerked.

You smirked. So that’s what gets him.

"You’re amazing, Shoto," you moaned.

His whole body shivered. His grip tightened on your hips, and suddenly—

His rhythm snapped, his movements desperate, uncontrolled.

"You… you shouldn’t say things like that," he gasped, burying himself deeper, trembling as you praised him again.

Tenya Iida

Tenya takes sex seriously—he treats it like a task that must be executed perfectly.

If you praise him, he takes it as a personal challenge to do even better.

When you say "You’re so strong, Tenya," he groans loudly and grips you tighter.

If you call him "perfect," he immediately speeds up, desperate to prove you right.

Tenya was already panting, his body glistening with sweat as he pounded into you with perfect, rhythmic thrusts.

"God," you moaned, digging your nails into his back. "You're so strong, Tenya."

His hips snapped forward harder.

"I—" His breath hitched. "I want to be perfect for you—"

"You are perfect," you whispered.

A deep growl rumbled from his chest, and suddenly—

He wrapped your legs around his waist, lifted you slightly, and slammed into you deeper, faster, harder— his need to please you overriding all sense of control.

Denki Kaminari

Denki actively asks for praise. "Tell me how good I am, baby—please."

The moment you say something like "God, you feel so good, Denki," he immediately moans and almost short-circuits.

If you call him "a good boy," he will literally whimper.

Denki’s lips were hot against your skin, his thrusts erratic, desperate.

"F-fuck," he gasped. "You—god, you feel so good, baby."

"You do too," you whispered, brushing your lips over his ear. "You’re so good, Denki. So perfect."

His whole body shuddered. His hands tightened on your hips.

"Shit," he moaned, burying his face in your neck.

"You’re my good boy," you murmured.

Denki whimpered.

A low, broken groan escaped him, and suddenly he was grinding into you harder, deeper, completely wrecked by your words.

Mirio Togata

Mirio is already confident, but praise just fuels him even more.

If you say "No one’s ever made me feel this good before," he grins and pounds into you harder.

If you moan "I love your cock, Mirio," he completely loses it.

Mirio’s grin was cocky, but his eyes were dark with hunger.

"You feel amazing," you moaned.

"Yeah?" he smirked, thrusting deeper.

You clawed at his back. "So good, Mirio—no one’s ever made me feel like this."

His smirk faltered—his pupils blown wide.

"Shit," he whispered, snapping his hips forward harder.

He grabbed your thighs, lifting them higher, hitting deeper— desperate to hear you say it again.

Hanta Sero

Sero is casual about sex at first—but the moment you start praising him, he completely loses it.

If you whisper "You feel so big inside me," he groans and grips your thighs tighter.

"You’re so good at this," you murmured.

Sero choked on a breath.

You smirked. "You feel so big inside me, baby."

His hips snapped forward—harder, deeper.

"F-fuck," he gasped.

"You stretch me out so well, Hanta."

He groaned loudly, his rhythm breaking entirely as he buried himself deeper, completely lost in your words.

Koji Koda

Koda is naturally gentle, but if you praise him, he gets deeply emotional and intense.

If you say "You make me feel so safe," he groans softly and buries his face in your neck.

"You make me feel so safe, Koji," you whispered.

Koji shuddered, his grip tightening as he slowly thrust deeper.

"Y-you mean that?"

You kissed his jaw. "More than anything."

A low, deep groan rumbled from his chest, and suddenly—

His pace changed—deeper, more deliberate, as if determined to show you just how much he adored you.

Mashirao Ojiro

Ojiro loves being strong for you, and the moment you mention it, he gets possessive.

If you whisper "You’re so strong, Ojiro," he grabs you harder and loses all control.

"You’re so strong," you murmured, trailing kisses down his jaw.

Ojiro growled softly, his tail wrapping around your thigh.

"Say it again."

"You’re so—"

He lifted you effortlessly, pinning you to the bed, his hips snapping forward, his muscles tense with need.

Ko-fi / Masterlist

You were a civilian he rescued from the rubble of a villain attack, having been caught in the midst of the fighting when the café you were sitting in was toppled and collapsed. Rarely had Tenya ever turned on his heels so sharply as he did when he heard your startled, fearful little cries from the debris heap, shocked and pained from the suddenness of it all and in need of immediate help. At that moment the villain was second in his mind–what was most important to him was freeing your fragile body from the pit of concrete and glass and dust. Plenty of reporters and journalists had written about the incident after the fact, particularly when the footage was released of Ingenium carrying a wounded survivor out of danger, and it certainly shot him up in the popularity polls with such a classic hero story on front-page news.

But that wasn't what struck Tenya himself about the incident. He didn't care about the good press or even really think about it, the only thing he could think about was how stunning you were when he saw you after your recovery. The PR rep for Team Idaten had arranged a meeting for you two to capitalize on the good publicity, and although you were still battered and bruised in your wheelchair you still looked up at him with such sweetness it stopped him in his tracks.

From then on you'd become one of his loyal fans. He started noticing you at his fan meetups and you attended every hero conference he spoke at, always lighting up the crowd of onlookers like, to him, you were the only one there. Even his friends started to tease him about his little shadow, who went to all his favourite spots in town and eagerly adopted his routines like you wanted to emulate him as best you could. It started to remind him of himself with Tensei. As much as you adored him, he couldn't possibly get you out of his head. It was…starting to become a problem.

Every time he signed something for you he wondered what you would do with it, his mind starting to wander to things he absolutely should not have been thinking about an innocent follower of his. He started to question the purity of your ideals; this level of adoration couldn't possibly be solely admiration, there had to be something more, he was convinced. Maybe you were in love with him. Maybe you'd developed an obsession after he saved your life. Maybe you touched yourself to that one clip where a paparazzi had captured him grunting as he grappled with a local villain-

Stop. It was ruining his mind. All he wanted to do was be a pillar of the hero community, but with the freedom that came with a pro hero lifestyle he couldn't stop letting his urges overwhelm him in private. There wasn't anything holding him back anymore, no looming exams to study for or weekends filled with a hefty training schedule. He made it. Even Tensei had to remind him to enjoy himself, to breathe for once instead of over-analyzing the next step in the process of his journey. All his friends were drinking and attending parties and finding partners, and he was still on a strict diet of water and protein shakes and 6 AM morning routines. Now, there was no one else to really keep in line like back at U.A, when he'd been organizing his fellow students as their unyielding and severe class president.

Well…maybe there was one person he could enact his innate strictness on.

It was easy to get you to follow him back to a love hotel after his fan meetup. He'd heard about it through the grapevine as a safe spot for heroes who needed a place to enjoy themselves, bring dates or one night stands, and not have to worry about being too loud with rooms that were well and truly soundproofed.

“Stop–following–me–around!” Each grunt vibrated with the weighty plap of his hips on your ass, every muscle and vein tensing up and releasing as Tenya battered your hole like it'd done him wrong.

“‘m s-sorry, Ingenium-!” It wasn't befitting of you to look so…sloppy. Tongue hanging out, eyes glazed over, thighs trembling, slick trailing down your legs in a dark puddle on the sheets. Yet there was an air about it that warmed Tenya from the inside out and made him never want to stop thrusting like his very life depended on it. He scoffed at the way you threw his hero name around so lightly as if you'd lived this scenario out in your fantasies before.

“You need to smarten–up!” One deep, soul-sucking plunge halted him at the wall of your clenching muscles, but he didn't ease up, just ground his swollen tip into them like you might spread open wider for him. “Stop acting like some desperate groupie. This is your fault.” Tenya moaned as he drew back and watched your juices glisten against his throbbing shaft. It'd been half-hard the whole afternoon as he anticipated your arrival, and he was at risk of busting out of his tight pants when he finally spotted your giddy face bouncing on your heels in line. “Call me Tenya.”

“T-Tenya?” Smack. He raised a firm hand over your thigh again before brutally bringing it down for another stinging swat. Every dose of pain just made you tighter, it made you squeeze him with the intention of not letting go. He could hardly pull out to thrust back in much less pull out when it was eventually time. “Tenya! Ten-” He smothered you into muffled cries with his mouth on yours, his very first of many kisses with someone that actually made him feel something. The softness of your lips definitely made his cock twitch inside you at the very least.

“Y-You need to-” Ugh, you were just so tight, so warm and wet like the fleshlight he'd been embarrassed to use but you were more. “Need to behave yourself.” Your heat pulsed when he licked into your mouth and clung to him each time his biceps flexed by your head. Whoever told him missionary was boring had clearly never been with someone like you, who drove him fucking crazy just arching your back up into him while your nails scrabbled to catch yourself down his massive back. If it wasn't for your desperate slobbering all over his dick once he got you in the room, he would've never fit himself inside your comparably tiny frame. You didn't even have to be that small. He was just huge after bulking season had hit. His quirk burned up much more energy in the cold. “I won't marry someone so desperate. S-Some crazed fan.”

The word echoed on your lips, “marry”, and you seemed to lose everything else he'd said in the moment. Tenya groaned at how you lit up at the thought, but moreso because you just squeezed him even tighter. Your heels had been grazing his lower back, but now he felt them dig in as you locked your ankles tight around him. His huge palm gripped at your thigh but he didn't pull you away like you figured he would, he just let the tips of his fingers dig in to leave bruises behind just in case you got the idea that this was casual, just in case you thought this was just a fantasy. Even if it was for you, it wasn't for him.

“...We're going to straighten your ass up before I pound it into submission.” Tenya grit his teeth. “You're going to become a proper–bearer–of the Iida–t-title!” Each stroke was coming faster and harder to control as he chased his end, failing to maintain what little restraint he'd been clinging to that kept him from completely battering your precious walls that would learn his shape eventually. Your hips stuttered as they tried to meet his rhythm but you just ended up getting folded over further on to your back, completely pinned under Iida's enormous frame while he chased you into a savage mating press. He'd broken you; your moans turned guttural and humiliating and much too real, but they bounced off the insulated walls to hit his ear in just the right way. Tenya cupped your head in his palm to brace you against his body, and in seconds he was slipping in to seat himself completely even though your body trembled with resistance to keep him out. His balls tightened up with a mind of their own before he throbbed his last and blasted your opening with ropes so thick his glasses tumbled off his face with the way he shuddered.

It could've lasted hours. Spasming, kicking inside you with spurt after spurt after spurt. If he wanted to he could've pulled out and still watch you leak with his seed, but instead he wanted to hold you there until you could hardly breathe your own air. Everything was Tenya, Tenya, Tenya, just as it had been for the year and change since he'd lit up your world when he dragged you out of that rubble. If he knew you wanted to die at that point in your life he wouldn't have thought twice about saving you, still. That was why he became your everything–and why you let him drain himself in you until he was satisfied with the way he'd ruined you for any other man.

“Don't waste it.” The curve of his lips could've been mistaken for a pout as he ground his hips deeper, pretending to ignore the twinges in your expression at how sore he'd left your insides. Despite his insistence you still felt it pouring out of you in rivulets down your thighs, and it just couldn't be helped. Iida came enough to fill you three times over and still have some left over for an extra round. “You're not to see anyone else, am I clear? You wanted to be my number one fan. Now you have to take responsibility.”

“Y-Yes..” You barely knew what you were saying at this point and Iida didn't really care. He allowed a soft smirk to peek through as he coaxed your hair out of your face, a sense of pride washing over him at seeing the scars and bright eyes of a person he saved. No matter how broken you were now you still survived, all because of him. Indeed, even after the fact, you relied on him so much that he'd become your whole world without even realizing it. If you wanted to be so obsessed with him that he was all you thought about…well, it was only right to let you. Correction: it was only right to guide you there himself.

“What's my name?” He dragged his way out of you with a foul squelch as his cum poured out where he'd plugged it inside. With a firm grip to guide himself he teased your opening with the tip, just barely swiping it back and forth to feel you shudder at the promise of more. You'd learn to handle him at his best now that you'd seen him at his worst. He reached over you and plucked his glasses off the bed just to make sure he witnessed it all.

“T-Tenya…Tenya..” Maybe he was wrong before. You did look gorgeous when you were completely ruined and filthy with the mess he'd made of you, kiss-bitten lips and drool down your chin and all. If the way you pawed at him despite your state wasn't enough of a tell that you needed him, then nothing was. Iida leaned down to cage you between his arms again, nuzzled into the side of your neck, and listened to those kitten-like mewls and moans as he slowly sank back in.