#ingenium

You, none the wiser, are relaxing at home. You're simply waiting for your pro hero husband to come back to you, with dinner warm and fresh clothes draped over the bed for him. He was a man of routine, always coming home around the same time, showering if he didn't at the agency, eating dinner, then spending time with you. You expect tonight to be the same.

You have no idea of the depraved, desperate man that's about to run through the front door. As soon as the door flies open, he's yanking off his hero suit. There's sweat dripping from his forehead. His helmet drops to the ground, and he's yanking off every piece of his suit of armor that he can reach. He’s usually methodical, placing each piece away where it belongs.

“Tenya, baby, are you okay?” You start, a little worried by his jerky movements.

“Don't.” He cuts you off. You've never seen him so frustrated, and you come closer to help him with his gear. “It's far too hot.”

“Just hold on a second, we'll get it off.” You say, and he practically growls at the feeling of you helping him remove his suit.

You help him get his outerwear off, and he doesn't waste any time; he can't. Without any more words, he grabs your face, pulling you into a sloppy kiss. It's uncalculated, it's messy, and it's so not Tenya at all.

Once he pulls away, you're flushed, breathing heavily and simply confused. You'd been with him for a long time, and he'd never lost composure like this. Even when you'd brought up the idea of free use, letting him take you whenever he wants- he was such a man of protocol. So, he always asked, always checked in to make sure it was okay. You'd accepted that that's how he is, and though it would be satisfying to be manhandled, you love your husband and wouldn't make him do anything he's not interested in. He was a strict man, always following the ‘rules.’

Tonight was different, the way he grabbed you, showing you were his. It was desperate, and he didn't ask once if it was okay.

“Honey, what's gotten into you?” You ask, surprised, as he pulls away from your mouth. His hands are traveling across your body like touching you is all he's ever wanted.

“Stop questioning me.” He demands, voice low and rough. You're not even sure why you're questioning him, truly, you're just so startled by his sudden roughness. But it's something you've craved from him.

“Go strip and wait on the bed for me.” He instructs, wasting no more time as he begins to peel off his suit.

“The dinner-” You start, but the sharp look from him shuts down any argument. “Yes, sir.” You reply.

You hurry off to the bedroom to follow his orders, and as you wait, you feel your desire growing. You hear the shower turn on, and a few minutes later, you hear the water turn off. Tenya exits the bathroom, completely naked, drying his hair with a towel. He's flushed, and your eyes trail down his body. Water droplets are dripping down his chest, down to his thighs. You can't help but notice that he's impossibly hard, and his cock twitches when he sees you.

“Are you okay, Tenya?” You ask, trying to figure out what's gotten into him. He doesn't answer right away, just runs a hand down his face, before throwing the towel to the side and striding towards you. When he reaches you, he immediately drops to his knees and pulls you towards the edge of the bed.

“Need you. Right now.” He says, before diving his face in between your folds. You gasp, clutching his hair.

You can tell by the jerking of his shoulder that he's stroking himself. He licks around your clit, sucking it into his mouth and making you moan. He doesn't waste any time; he slips a finger inside without so much as a word and begins to curl and pump it perfectly, just how he knows you like it. You're unravelling fast, from the sensations and the surprise of your husband dominating you like this.

“T-tenya!” You cry out, and he groans into your cunt. He doesn't stop, not even for a moment. He adds another finger to the first, pumping steadily and pushing you closer and closer to your climax.

You feel it building, growing more and more intense, and soon you're bucking against his face as you cum.

“Fuck.” He mutters as he pulls away. “You taste so delicious.” He praises, and your cheeks heat up even more. “And you sound like heaven.”

He climbs up onto the bed, dragging you with him until you're straddling his lap. You're no more than a ragdoll to him right now, and he intends to use you.

“You're so….dominant today.” You comment.

“I'm allowed to use you whenever I desire, aren't I?” He asks, raising his brows at you- an offer for you to back out if you're really not okay with it.

“Of course, that's what we agreed-” You're cut off by your own moan as he takes your hips in his hands and slams you down onto his hard cock.

This earns an almost pornographic moan from him, one you've never heard before. You swear it's like a new man has taken over your husband; you'd think he hasn't felt the warmth of your pussy in months.

“Then I'm going to use you.” He growls into your ear. “I know I should be respectful.” He says, punctuating it with a harsh thrust up into you. “But I'm finding it hard to stay composed right now.” He explains, thrusting hard into you, using his strength to force you up and down his cock as he does. “A villain got me with some sex pollen quirk.”

You're half listening, half going completely stupid on his dick. “Ohhh” You reply, and you're not sure if it's a moan or a reaction to his words.

“I love you, Darling. Do you know how amazing this feels?” He asks, eyes rolling back as he chokes back moans. “Being buried in you, throwing away all rules and routine and just taking you?”

You moan in response, and he flips you both so you're on your back and he's pressing your legs up so your knees practically touch your ears. He's deep now, so deep you can't hold back the desperate moans spilling from your lips as his length probes your spongy walls.

“I l-love you, too…” You whine, eyes already rolling back.

“No, don't close them. Look at me.” He says, grabbing the back of your head with a hand tangled in your hair and ensuring your gaze meets his. “You're so perfect. You're going to cum for me again, aren't you? I can feel every muscle tightening, every little twitch.” He teases.

“Yes, ohhh god, please don't stop.” You're begging, as if he had any intention of stopping anyway. He's not stopping until you're a mess.

He just brings his thumb to your clit to rub steady circles, and you cry out.

“Don't stop? Surely you didn't think I'd stop before you're a whimpering mess, did you? Not when I finally gave in and used you like you wanted.” He teases, confidence growing by the second. He thrusts hard, and you cry out, moans mixing with his name on your lips and spilling out. You cum, hard, twitching around him. He doesn't stop. No, it only encourages him to thrust harder, deeper, give you more.

“I like this.” He says, punctuated by deep thrusts into you. You're moaning, trembling and going completely cock drunk. “Using you.” Another thrust, so deep it's like you feel him kissing your cervix. “You know I respect you, right?” He asks, grabbing your chin in his hand and forcing your dazed eyes to his for a moment.

You nod, babbling out a “uh-huh”

“Good. Because I'm going to keep going until you're crying. I can't hold back. I'm going to fuck you like a whore, and I want you to be good and take it.”

The vulgar, dirty words coming from your usually respectful and proper husband send heat through your body.

“I'm yours…” is all you can mutter through your moans and whimpers. You already feel another orgasm building, it's coiling up in your belly, and you have to hold onto Tenya for dear life. He's grounding you, while simultaneously being the one driving you into mindlessness.

“Another one? Let it go, baby. C'mon. Give it to me.” He coaxes, leaning in so his hot breath ghosts over your ear. You find yourself releasing again, closing your eyes and crying out. Your entire body is getting more and more sensitive, and a slick sheen of sweat is coating your skin now. You don't even notice that he'd spurt some of his own cum into you at first, not until you feel it dripping when he flips you over. You're completely sensitive, unsure if he can even wring another orgasm out of you. It's not going to stop him from trying, though.

You're on your stomach now, a pillow under your stomach, as he plows into you from behind. His strong arms are on either side of you, and his body weight keeps you pinned.

“Now look what you've done to me. I came inside you, and I'm still going. Maybe I should get hit with a sex pollen more often.” He says, voice getting more hoarse now. "You feel so good. I can't control myself."

You can't even reply, you can barely even process his words. You're gone, completely lost in the sensations.

“I can't...” You whimper as he thrusts so deep you see stars.

“Too much? I thought you liked being used this way.” His arm hooks around your throat, and he hoists you up, pulling your chest off the bed. “Don't tell me you can't take it.”

He’s enjoying this more than you thought he ever would, and you're so overstimulated you can't even speak anymore. It's all just cries and moans and broken versions of his name.

A few tears are dripping from your eyes from the pleasure, paired with drool pathetically dripping from your mouth. You're trembling, twitching against him, hands clawing at the sheets in desperation. In a few more thrusts, you hear him grunt, and he releases his full load into you. He thrusts hard, as you feel yourself being filled up. He continues thrusting, burying his seed deep in you, before sighing and finally relaxing onto the bed next to you. He doesn't waste time pulling you closer to him as he catches his breath.

Soon, he's steadied his breath, and he finally feels almost normal again. There's no heat coursing through him, there's no desire forcing itself through him. He's just calm, relaxed, still revelling in the bliss of his release.

“I wasn't too hard on you, was I?” He asks, concern etched into his face. “I apologize if I was too rough.”

You smile softly at him and press a gentle kiss to his lips. “No, baby. You were good. That was amazing.” You reassure, cheeks flushed and eyes completely blissed out.

“I did enjoy it. I was unsure at first about this whole idea of free use. It felt…disrespectful.” He says, gently wiping under your eyes and tucking your hair behind your ear, so he can look at you properly. “I worry about taking things too far with you.”

“I don't feel disrespected. I like it when you can let go with me. It's not all rules and protocols, you know, Tenya? Sometimes you can let go. Do something just to make you feel good.”

“I'm starting to see that.” He replies, kissing your head before peeling himself away from you. “Let me run you a bath, and then we'll have some of that dinner you made.”

You smile, sitting up. “Okay..Thank you, my love.”

“No, thank you for being my wife.” He says, giving you one last kiss before heading off.

He takes wonderful care of you, especially tonight. He washes your hair and body, helps you dry off and ensures you finish every last bite of your meal (he's got to ensure you stay as healthy as you can, after all.) He even forces you to drink water like it's his personal mission to hydrate you. You fall asleep that night satisfied, wrapped in his warmth, as his hands roam your body and he peppers kisses everywhere he can reach. It's like he's addicted to just touching you now.

And the next time he uses you like a doll? Well, there's no aphrodisiac needed.

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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