numb nuts

“is.— is this yours?” you hear the crinkle before his stupid question creaks in your ears and your eyes zero in on the tuff of green hair. he swears he sees you twitch when you fully process what he's saying. you let out an annoyed grunt and stomp out of the teachers lounge, frustratingly and dramatically enough that it earns you a couple eye rolls from your co workers,ones which are used to your tantrums by now.

it was different this time though. just from that measly cup of yogurt, it was as if the whole day had been ruined and ,by your logic, all fingers were pointed towards izuku.

midoriya had been nice enough to buy you another cup of yogurt, as well as a apology note stuck onto the lid. as you were digging into it he was going on and on about the first years, predominantly about the class he had come out of just a couple of minutes ago. you were too focused on scoping out the last of the yogurt clinging on the walls of the cup (and honestly not bothered enough) to tell him that you taught that class too!

“anyways, I'm testing them next friday I hope they d—”

“you cant” you flicker your head to him now,your spoon forgotten inside the cup, brows pinching together to form a deep crease between. izuku stared at you dumbfounded. confusion overtaking him as his lashes fluttured once or twice at the sudden outburst.

“i- uh. why's that?” his face scrunched up into a mimic of a scowl. one that didn't put up much of a challenge compared to yours. “im testing them next friday” you countered ,going back to digging into your very empty yogurt cup, your attention used sparingly.

he looked down at his hands, fiddling with his ring as an excuse to not look at you. he swore you tried intimidating him on purpose. “well I've already told them so I really can't” he mumbled, loud enough for it to be heard but not enough to sound like back talk. even if it technically was.

“look— I don't know why you're making such a big deal of this.” you sprung from your seat,chair legs scraping punish-ily against the floor.you crushed the plastic between your fingers before discarding it in the trash. you dusted your hands off and shrugged carelessly, staring down at him but finding his eyes nowhere on you “just be a sweetheart and push it two weeks forwards alright?” you turned to head for the door now. not satisfied enough with what was said, you took your chance at a dig before strutting out. “you're history professor anyways. how hard can it really be?”

—

sure. being a bitch was fun and all. but your primary job was to teach. even though most of the time you hoped for the opposite.

you dragged your chalk against the whiteboard,the specks of dust landing on your nails as you wrote number after number. you were dozing off mid-way, aware of the small whispers and chatter going on behind your back but not ticked off enough yet. reason being that the small snippets of conversation reaching you were far too interesting for you not to listen into.

god she's such a cunt. every class feels like hell.

a few affirming hums followed that bold statement. it didn't bruise your ego ,like it used to before. you knew students would always find something to insult you for. whether you were strict or sweet or anything in-between. what you couldn't shake off though was the comparison.

thank god we have mr.midoriya next period. its a breath of fresh air after her.

your teeth stuck together like glue,jaw set tightly as you pressed the chalk harder than necessary against the board. equal sign written like a threat.the screeching noises it emitted were enough to make the rumble of students calm.

“since you like talking so much” you turned around, heels clacking against the tiles as warning before halting at the source of complaint.you cleared your throat once before placing the small unsuspecting chalk right infront of him.

“come up to the board and solve for x”

—

when the clock hands pointed three pm you escaped from your office as if it was a haunted house.the strap of your messenger bag dug into your shoulder, a similar inconvenience equal to having mr.midoriya walking right next to you. you could feel his stare dig holes into the side of your head, waiting for you to say something. anything.that motivated you no further than to walk faster.mirroring your steps were his, almost in perfect sync.

it was like the exit was the finish line, and you both were competing to cross the ribbon.you could hear the sounds of victory as your foot crossed the doorway, only to suddenly be halted by a shoulder pressing tightly to yours, limiting your movement. you let out a disapproving grunt, quickly followed by a deeper echo of his. Neither of you were budging and it took some squeezing from both parties to finally escape the compact frame. you grumbled, not sparing him a glance. you went your seperate ways, careful to remember to throw one last petty insult each.

“asshole”

“bitch”

“how was work sweetheart?”

a moan died in your throat and got quickly replaced by a whimper from the loss of warmth and pressure your husband's flat tounge held over your clit. you groaned at the reminder, head thrown back from frustration rather than pleasure this time. your hand pushed back at his head, rushing him to keep going but it wouldn't obey. it stayed upright and studied your over the top declaration of annoyance.

“just shitty. can you get back to it?” instead of doing like you said as usual, he climbed up to you.face level. your hands instinctively travelled to his slacks,restraint thrown out the window. your fingers skillfully looped at the belt and threw it off anywhere but on your vicinity, restrictions making you more and more impatient.

“mhm?what happened?” you gasped as you felt his lips connect to that familiar spot on your neck, nipping just below your jaw. those soft and cautious pecks swiftly turned to canculated biting and suctioning in your soft skin, determined to leave marks.

juggling putting your thoughts in a straight line and also the balls weighing your fingers wasn't a job for the weak. you tugged his boring slacks and underwear in one easy pull, hand now wrapping freely around his base.

“just this stupid history nerd coworker thing..—” you babbled, more focused on lining up him to your entrance rather than what bullshit was spewing out of your mouth. what made you back pedal was the chuckle drumming against your neck. “— whatever. hes stupid and it doesn't matter.”

“what a dick” he mumbled. you were too focused on his pink cockhead stretching out your entrance to link the context of the situation. both of you being in different pages of the same book.

“yeah.what a dick.”

his hips moved voluntarily then,thrusting forward to force more inside,making you hug snugly enough for him to feel everything. every gummy wall pulsating around him, begging to explore further. even if they weren't, your immediate choked moans were plenty motivation for him.

your hands clawed at his back from the burn of the stretch, fingers not shy to enthusiastically dig into his flesh,a compensation for the darkening hickies decorating your neck as of right now. you exclaimed moan after moan as his thrusts turned punishing as if to prove something. the thing keeping you grounded to reality was the strain of your calves as you dug your heels tightly to the back of his thighs.

the bed whined at each harsh rock. the headboard hit against the walls,fitting easily into that worn dent that had built up over time.

the sounds the bed made were no comparison to your desperate noises. that sweet spot he hit over and over again working like an on switch for you. your legs twitched as something warm settled in your lower belly, strands of hair sticking into your equally wet forehead. your eyes fluttering shut was enough of an implication of your soon to cum release (sorry.) his hand slid down to toy with your clit, a crutch as to get you over the edge. the golden band wrapped around his ring finger helped. pressing against your pelvis and pressuring that pleasure lower and lower before it finally sputtered out of you.

“izuku.. fuckkk” your back arched off the comfortable mattress , lids popping open to expose the whites of your eyes, a hint of color rolling to see the back of your skull. the muscle pinching and choking him as well as the sight of your blissed-out face were enough to have his own pleasure bubble to the surface, head pressed against your shoulder as he painted your walls slimy white.

the room went quiet, the sounds of squelching and clapping fading off into the distance. instead, all that filled the air now was the linked gasps of each breath you took, chests heaving in sync. when a considerable amount of oxygen had gotten into izukus lungs, he finally spoke up again.

“theres a box of yogurt in the fridge”

for a couple of days you've been keeping up with society by energy drinks and cigarettes. a habit that had been so hard for you to get rid of but pretty easy to get back onto. even though your room reeked of the smell from how many you had, it wasn't hitting the same. the buzz and the lightheaded-ness were no longer there, just inhale and exhale.. nothing more nor less.

by snooping around you found your uni's primary source of dope. your eyes burned onto your phone screen. it wasn't like you had never tried weed before. just, ordering it was a big commitment. so spontaneous of you that when you had come back to your senses, you hesitated for a second.

exhaling, you pressed on the account, deciding it was safer to message than call. at least that way you could have a digital barricade between yourself and embarrassment.

hey. got your snap from kirishima.e. u got anything on deck for rn?

your thumb tapped against the send button once and you immediately slid out of the chat, your neck hitting the headboard with an exhale. your teeth dug into the bottom of your lip, you'd check your messages, pursing them when there was nothing.

sure. how much?

your brows shot up at the ding.you let yourself take a breather,not giving him the satisfaction of your anticipation.when a minute or so had passed you quickly slid into the chat again, your fingers working fast on the keyboard.

1/8th indi

before texting you had done a lengthy research,seeing how many joints one gram would give you,different types of weed,dealer slang etc ,and felt fairly confident about what you were saying.you debated on whether or not to add a ? at the end but decided not having any punctuation marks made you look at least a little cool.

his stupid blond haired bitmoji popped up on the corner.it peeked over your typing bar as if it was mocking you. your teeth were assaulting the edge of your bottom lip now, picking at the skin mindlessly.

alr pull up

and then a location. sitting up straighter on your bed now,you retracted at the message. you had to go and pick it up?? you sprung out of your comfort, immediately starting to get ready. your greasy hair was put up in a tight slicked pony and you put on enough makeup to make it look unintentional.

the whole drive there had you on your toes, anticipation simmering as you rehearsed what you were going to say at least a million times. your eyes darted to your phone propped up on the air ventilation every now and then, hoping to get a message from him. you didn't even know what. you just needed something to calm your nerves atleast a little bit.

pulling in next to the sidewalk,you stared at his door as if it was offending to you. you picked on your nails, once, twice before placing your forehead on the steering wheel, already regretting everything.your car honking snapped you out of your thoughts as you perked up, cheeks flushed.

you turned your head more than once, seeing if anyone caught that. besides a middle aged woman with a stank face, walking her dog, you were fine. you sighed, cupping your face in your hands before groaning into them.

after a couple of minutes you had finally built up the courage to walk up to his door. on his porch, the old wood whined under your feet with each step. you stopped in front of his house , took a deep breath and counted to three.

one.. two..

click

just as your hand was moving to knock, it froze in the air as the blond man stood opposite from you. he was wearing a white tank top, sweatpants hung low , tattoos scattered across his arms. it took a second for the smell of his house to hit your face. it reeked of.. well. you know.

at your surprised eyes and very flushed cheeks he couldn't help but snort.that didn't ease your situation, lips pressing together in embarrassment as you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. denki immediately caught that, waving his hands around innocently.

“sorry sorry! you just look so surprised” he smiled softly,making your heart skip. your chuckle came out more awkward than you intended it to be. he tilt his head and gestured at the small steps. “i heard those old things croak, so I figured someone was at the door”

you turned your head towards the stairs, like you'd forgotten what was behind you.

“oh yeah I guess..”

you blinked once or twice before flipping your head towards him now. “well come in. I got your stuff ready” he gave you one look down, so quick you almost might've missed it. you followed suit when he walked inside, eyes scanning around.

you couldn't see much of the other rooms since it was dark ,the only way of navigation being a beat up floor lamp on the far corner of his living room.

“sit,sit.” he urged you. you plopped ur ass on the couch, the furniture making a small creaking noise. you tried shrinking yourself as much as possible, one leg over the other and hands placed linked atop your lap. the weird stains the couch had made you tighten up more within yourself.

on the small coffee table in front of your knees, lay scattered different bags, all with different types of drugs.from weed to coke, pills etcetc.

“sorry about the mess, cleaning up and whatnot” his hand flew up to mingle with the small hairs that trailed down his neck,eyes darting away.the house was messy, thats for sure, but it seemed more like a mess accumulated over time, not because he was cleaning up. apart from you sniffing that out (literally), what really convinced you was the pizza boxes shoved under the couch , kicking them when you pressed your heels back.

denki excused himself for a moment, saying he had to get your things. from how nice and friendly he was being, it calmed your nerves a little,making you feel less like a loser.

in a few minutes a plastic baggy was waved in front of your face, paired with a chuckle. you reciprocated, but it still had some awkward undertones nonetheless.

he circled around the couch, settling in next to you before grabbing another small one which had been on the table in front of you.

“i gave you a lower thc percentage, guessing it's your first time?” he gave you a look from the corner of his eye, still organizing the product he had. you internally wondered if it was that obvious that you had no idea what you were doing.

your hands curled up in your lap, something which did not go missed by denki. “ah.yeah um.. It is technically my first time” the double innuendo passed your thoughts for a moment, making your cheeks warm up, but it went as quickly as it came.

“mhm.. you know how to roll a joint?” you inhaled , a little harshly, like it would be your last time breathing. you crossed your ankles one over the other eyes zeroing in on your hands ,nails still picking on your skin. “ah.. uh no, not really.”

denki gave a small nod before lifting his hips up to stretch sideways and past you to open the drawer on the other side of the couch. from this position you could see the muscles on his bicep stretch and struggle with him, the fine lines inviting you to touch. you pressed your palms harder against your lap.

when he got nicely settled on the couch again, you had been too busy ogling him to realize he had a pack of opened index cards on his hands, the ones he had fished out the cabinet. he laid them out next to the rolling papers.

he grabbed another smaller zip back full of weed, separate from the ones he had put aside for you. “ill teach you how” he turned to face you, baggy on his hand and that stupid smirk on his face “ my specialty for first timers” wink.

he held a rolling paper between his pointer and thumb, slightly curling it to create a fold. he did it slowly enough for you to mentally note how you should do it and how good his fingers looked bent like that.he put one of the rolled up index cards on the far end of the paper. “this works kind of like a filter” he held onto it before distributing the weed along the crease of the paper. he pinched the paper again now, rolling it back and forth between his fingers.

your eyes kept trading between the focus of his expression and how his practiced fingers moved across the joint. your thighs clenched a little snugger together when you saw him bring the joint to his mouth, sneaking the tip of his pink tongue out from between his lips and licking a stripe across the edge of the paper before sealing it.he rolled the opposite end before grabbing a lighter inside the front pocket of his sweats.

“y'wanna try?” suddenly he flipped his head towards you,you were halted out of your thoughts. thoughts which had prior been about how nice his jawline looked in the shitty dimmed room.

“oh uh. yeah” you reached out to grab the blunt from his hands but it was quickly snatched away from your reach.

“i meant rolling one silly” he smiled at you before nudging the necessities your way. you puffed out your cheeks, leaning down to reach the low set table. from this angle , denki could see the small patch of skin on your lower back from your hoodie riding up. he averted his eyes, lighting his joint and exhaling, now fixated on your work.

with shaky fingers you tried replicating his movements feeling his gaze burning the back of your head. your lips rubbed together in concentration.when you were about to add the weed you heard a tut behind you, making you freeze in place.

“you forgot the filter”

“oh yeah.” you grabbed the small rolled up index card, placing it how he did on the wedged paper. you kept going, with the other steps. sprinkle, roll, tongue. the finished product was a bit wonky, not as sturdy as denki's was.

“let me light it” with his own between his lips, resting on the corner of his mouth, he leaned forward, one hand cupping the end of your joint, close enough that you could smell his axe body spray overpowered by the smell of cannabis.his thumb rolled against the spark wheel , golden eyes lighting up when the flame finally appeared.holding it against your curled end his eyes moved to yours. conveniently ,yours were on him too.

“inhale” and you did. the wick slowly started burning down, even after the flame had gone.your back hit the couch now , smoke lingering with his in the air.

“ ‘you planning to smoke with your cheerleader friends? ” his words made a laugh echo in your chest, a real one this time.

“ no.. haa–” you tilted your head, resting your temple against the soft cushion of his sofa. “ just wanted something for the stress ” he nodded along, head resting the same way.

“figured.girls like you usually prefer sativa.”

“girls like me?” you strained your neck just to give him one of your looks. he did the same, though, his expression was much softer.

“yknow.girls like you. pretty, popular, bubbly.” your heart clenched at 1/3 of that comment. you let out a thoughtful hum before resting your neck comfortably again.

“ glad to know that's all people think of me ”

he rolled his eyes playfully his neck still bent in a way to look at you, eyes tracing your glowing profile. he stopped at your mouth, jealously creeping up at the blunt resting between your lips.

“ I didn't mean it like that. that's just how the stereotype is. just like I'm the oh so dangerous drug dealer” his chest beamed forward at his own words.

“self proclaimed.. I'm guessing?” denki let out a humorless laugh, enunciating every dry ha ha “very funny”.

the room went quiet after that, the only sound being the small huffs and puffs of smoke. as your mind slowly blanked out ,you couldn't help the words that spilled out of your mouth.

“thanks for thinking I'm pretty”

denki leaned forward on the small coffee table, shoving the remains of his blunt into the ashtray. he placed his elbows on his knees, looking at your dazed over expression over his shoulder. your eyes had already started to swell up, the red creeping around the frames that were your eyelids.

“ didn't know you needed me to say it” you sat up straighter now, leaning forward and towards him. your stance was more relaxed now , not caring much about the stains on his worn couch. your thighs had parted slightly, almost involuntarily. it's like you were on autopilot.

“ don't. but it feels more genuine from you.. someway.”

you could feel the tips of your ears warm up, you were glued to his lips. your mind telling you to do one thing over and over again. you leaned forward more, eyelashes fluttering rapidly as your breath got laboured, chest heaving up and down. denki froze in place, not moving towards you but not away either. he didn't know what to feel either when he felt your soft lips press against his, your hand snake around his neck and the one still with the blunt in hand rest against his cheek.

he indulged in it, for a bit that is. enticed and manipulated by the way your nails dug into his hair, how your hand stroked his cheek and how your tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. then he quickly broke it off, a hitch escaping from you at the lack of warmth.

“you're high” he sighed at your surprised eyes paired with swollen lips, an expression which shot blood all the way down to his cock. he turned away from you, not trusting himself to keep his composure. he hid his face in his palms and you felt so so dumb from thinking there was actually something there. you sprung up from the couch, grabbed the small zip bags and replaced the empty space with two 20$.

you mumbled a quick apology before rattling the doorway shut with a bang.

only late at night, when your eyes were bloodshot red from the weed and crying did you hear your phone ding again.

call me when you're sober

next thing you know, your ass is in the air and your panties are pulled to the side as he devours you from behind. his slender fingers always massage your walls justtt right as he spells his name with his tongue on your clit. and he never misses the noise that escapes your mouth whenever he smacks your ass while he does it.

and now you let him pull his dick out, let him spread your asscheeks open he slowly stuffs your already creamy pussy full of him. he’s so big that you moan with every roll of his hips, his tip hitting you right in your gut. if you weren’t high, you would be able to hear how you’re so wet it’s nearly louder than your mouth right now.

but he notices. he loves that shit.

“fuck mee~… ooo shitt~..!”

you almost should be ashamed of yourself. you’re so fucking loud and so wet and you’re about cum already and you just need him so bad… and he knows. he has to know with the way he uses that smooth, soft voice while he’s in it and he talks to you.

“let it out, ma. i got you.”

he fucks you faster, chasing the feeling of you taking him so good like you belong to him or something— at least in your mind. he doesn’t fail to notice your breath hitch or how your eyes are barely open.

“lemme hear you.. mhm.. pussy so fuckin’ creamy.. ‘like that shit..?”

you pretend not to hear him— other than the fact that you can barely respond from him currently bullying your g-spot.

“hmm? *smack* i’m talkin’ to you.”

“love how you f-fuck me~.. love when you in it, pa~..”

just like that, you fold so fast. he always has you cumming all messy on him just so he can tease you about it. and he’ll flip you over, letting you look at your white nectar all over his dick as he pistons into you with your ankle on his shoulder.

“look at you, you cummin’? you givin’ me that pussy?”

you nod, moaning for him and your walls squeezing around him like you’re one of his sluts or something.

except… he doesn’t even fuck anyone else. he saves all of this for you, the one he thinks is so pretty and poised and self disciplined. the one who told him over and over that you’re not into hooking up or casual fucking. but he just has such good dick.

you hope he doesn’t think you’re some kind of hoe.

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.

Katsuki had always had a short temper, but you were one of the only people who put up with it. You were always with him. Just like right now.

On the floor of your bedroom lay Katsuki Bakugo, your closest friend, and you lying right next to him. Your feet by his head, his feet by your head. You had both just finished training and agreed you guys needed a break.

Actually that’s not true, he argued that he never needs breaks and won’t take one, but you somehow managed to convince him after forever.

Both of you stare up at the ceiling, lost in thought. You sit up, leaning on your elbows. You look at him for a moment and seeing this from the corner of his eye, he looks at you, brows scrunched together. “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.. I just noticed you look a little tense.” You sigh and lay back down, focus back on the ceiling.

He quickly lifts his head and sits straight up, his usual mad expression visible. “What the hell is that supposed to mean!? Im not tense!”

A light laugh slips out from you at his instant defense. Unable to hold back your smirk, “It’s pretty obvious, ya know?” Your eyes meet his from your position on the floor.

His eyes narrow and he scoffs. “Tch. Whatever.” He lies back down.

After a few minutes pass, his eyes are closed and you’re still staring at the ceiling. Maybe you could help, that’s what friends are for after all.. right? You reconsider your actions, unsure if it’d be weird.

Your voice causes his eyes to reopen. “Hey.. I could help you if you want.” You avoid looking at him, not wanting to see his reaction.

“Help me with what?”

You pause, “…Your tension.”

He looks over at you, confused. “And how the hell are you gonna do that, huh?”

Sitting up and scooting closer to him you avoid his question, deciding it would be better just to show him. “Come here. Turn over.”

He hesitates, but ends up lying on his stomach anyway.

He sighs. “What are you up to now. Don’t try to pull anything dumb.”

“I won’t. I swear.” Your hands are now hovering over the end of his t-shirt, wondering if you should go through with this. Well he’s already basically agreed to whatever it is, no going back now.

Fingering hooking on the end of his shirt, push it up, revealing his muscular back. His breath getting caught in his throat for a second, putting together what you had panned.

You rest your hands on his upper back, feeling the heat radiating from him. You press down with your thumbs and slowly move them in circles. He groans lightly, barely heard.

You pause for a second and then continue. Your hands gradually slide down to his lower back, doing the same motions with your thumbs.

Struggling to get a good position, you stop and look over at his face. Feeling you remove your hands, he looks at you. “What?”

“It would be easier if you took your shirt off.” You say bluntly.

He huffs, something similar to a laugh. “If you wanted to see me naked so bad, you could’ve just said so.” He jokes and reaches behind him to pull the shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.

“That’s not-“ You cut yourself off, sighing and choosing to ignore his comment. There’s a smug smile now on his face. He’s back in his position on his stomach, arms crossed, head lying on his arms, and looking over at you. Now it’s your turn to scoff at him, “Cocky ass.”

You find a new position, sitting on top of him, knees on either side of his hips. This way it was easier to reach each angle of his back.

Hands now flat on his lower back, you press your thumbs down again. You rub his smooth skin, pressing down in circles, feeling his muscles.

You lean forward, slightly sitting on his waist as you lean, to reach your hands to his shoulders. Your thumbs rub circles on his shoulder blades. He lets out a quiet, “Mmm.”

“Press harder. I barely feel a thing.” He complains, obviously lying.

You whisper, “Tch. Yea right.” Your thumbs dig into his shoulders blades and he groans louder as he speaks quietly to himself, “Fuck.”

You continue to rub the same spot. “Mm.. right there.” Listening, you keep your movements as you lean down to speak softly with a small smirk into his ear from behind, “Right here?” His blonde hair is in your face as you lean close. You press harder to confirm with him.

Anger laced his voice as he groans into his arm, “Yes. Fuck.” Seems he got mad at your teasing. You laugh softly at his anger. His body arching into you ever so slightly as you rub his bare back.

Coming to a stop, you gently slide your hands flat against his back.

You lift one leg and move off of him, sitting beside him. “Feel better?”

He gives you a side glance, “I guess.” He’s now on his back again, still shirtless, arms crossed over his chest.

“You know damn well you feel better, stubborn ass.” You smile at him as you speak. He smiles back at this, “Yeah. Yeah.”

He sits up, pulling his shirt back over his head. “I’m heading back to the training area. I’ll repay you for this another time… Thanks or whatever.” He pushes himself up and walks out of your room, not waiting for a response.

A few days had passed since that time you and Katsuki shared in your dorm. It’s now the weekend and you both agreed to hangout this weekend, so currently you were heading over to his dorm to talk about your plans for the day.

You knock on his dorm and he opens his door after a minute. He must’ve just gotten out of bed since his hair is pretty messy, at least more than usual. “Hey, Kats! Sorry to come by so early, but I just wanted to make sure we’re still on for today.”

He doesn’t respond, too tired to give a reaction. He just steps to the side and opens the door wider to let you enter. You walk in and sit on the edge of his bed. “Sorry did I wake you?”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Oh okay!… So anyway, where did you want to go today? We could go shopping at the mall?” He rolls his eyes at you.

“No, that’s boring.” He sits down in his desk chair, facing you as he leans back and manspreads.

You look him up and down before giving another suggestion, “What about we go out to eat?”

“Not hungry.”

You huff out a breath of air in annoyance. “The park?”

“Too many people.”

Your mouth forms a straight line and your eyes narrow at him. “…Do you even want to hangout today?”

“Yes, I do… But let’s just stay here today. Yeah? I don’t really feel like dealing with extras right now.”

You sigh. “Okay, Katsuki. And do what?” There’s a bit of sass in your tone. You lay back onto his bed in your spot on the edge.

“Well…” He stands up and walks over to you. “I could repay you now.” He’s now in front of you, practically standing between your legs as you’re leaning back on your elbows. Your head tilted up and his tilted down to look at each other.

“You look a little tense.” He repeats the words you said to him the other day. A big smirk covers his face.

You stare for a second before rolling your eyes at him and scoffing. He gets impatient, “C’mon. Get on your stomach before I change my mind.”

You reluctantly get onto your stomach in the middle of his bed. You feel a dip in the mattress from his body weight as he kneels beside you. He lifts your shirt slightly before asking, “You gonna take this off or no?”

“If you wanna see me naked, just say so.” You mock him, sliding the shirt over your head. You’re left in only a bra to cover your top half.

You feel his gaze on you. You look up at his eyes to see they’re directed lower. He brings his gaze back up to meet your eyes and he knows he’s been caught.

“Can’t say I don’t.”

You ignore his comment, and lay back down on your stomach. He gets on top of you, the same way you had before. “Don’t make this weird. Alright?”

You lay your head on his pillow, head turned to the side. You sigh, “You already did, Kats.”

He places his large hands on your back. His hands are giant in comparison to you and he hasn’t noticed up until now. They’re flat against your sides, thumbs reaching over to your back and begin roughly pressing into you.

You close your eyes, enjoying the feeling. He makes his way up to your upper back. His hands reach your bra and grab the clasp, “Can I?..”

You nod, “Mhm.” He unclips it and doesn’t mess with it anymore than that so that he doesn’t reveal anything else.

His hands are placed on your shoulders, the spot he liked so much. Thumbs on your shoulders blades, he pushes down and rubs. You moan at this. Both of you pause at the sound.

You try to explain yourself, “I-“ He cuts you off, pressing the spot you reacted like that to, making you moan again. It’s more of a hum than a moan, but either way he’s secretly enjoying these sounds coming from you.

He rubs circles in the spot. You slightly arch your back. He says with a smirk on his face, “You like that?”

“Mm..” You don’t answer, knowing he’s only teasing.

He continues the same movement for a while, listening to your noises. He then moves his hands to lie flat on your waist. He imagines this in a different context and then quickly shakes his head, trying to get rid of the thought.

He rubs your back softly with his hands flats against it and clips the back of your bra back together. Then standing up, looking down at your face, he realizes you fell asleep.

He sighs and slides his hands underneath you to pick you up and scoot you over, making room for him. He grabs your shirt and helps it back onto your sleeping body.

He lies down next to you, admiring your peaceful face before soon falling asleep too.

“I’m-I’m gonna-”

“Yeah, fuckin’ cum on this dick, baby. Let me feel it again.” 

Your eyes rolled back and your lips parted on a broken moan that was equal parts exhaustion and pure pleasure. Eijiro gasped from the violent squeeze of your pussy, choking out your name weakly while his hips stuttered, breaking the fast, but steady pace you’d grown accustomed to. 

A small part of you was thankful for the change in speed. Your body ached like it had been hit by a bus from the dozens of positions your boyfriend put you in over the last few hours. Your pussy was sore as hell, swollen, and filled with so much of his cum that you seriously feared the effectiveness of your birth control. 

And yet, you still couldn't stop the way your hands reached out to him. “Please don’t stop,” you whispered, “feels so fucking good, Eiji.” 

You licked your dry lips, tender from your boyfriend’s sharp teeth and the hours spent chasing each other’s mouths, desperate for the other. 

Eijiro huffed-half out of amusement, the other half despair. He leaned down, laying on top of you, and pulling a gasp from your lips when you felt how burning hot his skin was. 

“I don’t think I can stop, baby girl. I feel like I’m on fire, and God, I need you. I need you so damn bad even though I’m already buried inside you. I’ve filled this pretty pussy up so many damn times but it isn’t enough.” 

A whimper slipped past his lips as overstimulation started to take over his brain. He tucked his head into your neck, nibbling at the raw skin there until you were squirming beneath him, whining softly and weakly hitting his sides to either make him stop or keep going-you weren’t sure. 

All the while, he never stopped pumping his throbbing cock in and out of your dripping wet, obscenely loud hole. And you were too far gone to feel embarrassed about how damn noisy it was because you just wanted more. 

More. More. More. 

You wrapped your arms around Eijiro’s imposing, trembling figure, burying a hand deep in his hair and massaging the roots after the amount of times you’d yanked, tugged, and pulled at the red strands. 

A noise that resembled a soft purr echoed deep inside his chest, and his lips trailed over the bite marks he’d previously left behind on your collarbone and shoulders-a silent apology for how rough he’d gotten with you. 

Not that you minded in the least. 

Besides, you may have been covered in little love bites and hickies, but you knew your nails had dealt some serious damage as well, and he was definitely going to feel it when the chocolate wore off… If it wore off. 

Eijiro’s thrusts had slowed down significantly, and you felt the exhaustion in his muscles and the way he melted into you as the minutes ticked by. You loved the warmth and pressure, but your boyfriend had always so careful about his size compared to yours, and made sure to always prop up on a forearm or hand so you weren’t “flattened into the mattress.”

His body was starting to reach its limit, and despite feeling just as exhausted yourself, you didn’t want your sweet boyfriend, who happily and excitedly agreed to do this with you, to have to do all the work. 

You rubbed his back with one hand and turned into him, kissing his temple. He lifted his head just enough to meet your gaze, grinning tiredly when his eyes locked onto yours. 

“You okay?” he asked, “need me to go faster?” 

A breathy laugh of disbelief escaped you, shocked that he could even offer more after everything he’d done, and you shook your head. 

“Roll over,” you whispered, and he didn’t argue. Scooping his arm under your lower back, he rolled you both until you were straddling his hips, cock still deep inside you and not having moved an inch. 

Your mouth dropped open from the change in pressure, feeling the tip of his cock settle in your fucking guts.

“Damn. Now this… This might just be the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” 

Your eyes met his following the whispered words, and you blushed when you caught him staring right at you. Smile soft, eyes tired, body pliant. 

“Still a charmer,” you mumbled, leaning forward and brushing your lips against his jaw. He tilted his head back with a low moan, hands running from your knees to your shoulders in gentle strokes. 

“Gotta flirt so you’ll keep me arou-shit!-around,” he said through a gasp, swallowing harshly when your hips began to rock back and forth in slow, agonizing circles. Pleasure burst behind your eyes every time your clit dragged against his pubic bone and you hummed. 

“Good thing. Otherwise, I would have gotten rid of you a long time ago.” 

Your gaze flicked up right as his eyes closed and his mouth dropped open when you lifted your hips once and slammed them back down. 

“V-very good thing. Very good, baby,” he said, hands flying to frame your face and keeping your lips hovering right over his. “Fuck, keep going just like that. Shit-you're gonna make me cum again.” 

Your stomach flipped from the plea, but you didn’t stop. Even if you wanted to tease him, your body physically wouldn’t comply, your hips lifting and slamming, lifting and slamming, lifting and slamming until Eijiro’s moans grew louder-his touch rougher. 

Your body trembled as you felt your muscles begin to clench in preparation, heat rising from your lower belly and spreading through your blood like wildfire. 

“Cum with me, baby. C’mon, I want it. Give it to me.” 

You nodded, unable to form any words. Just when you started to squeeze your eyes shut, he pulled your face back up so you were blinking down at him, staring into his red gaze. 

“Mmmm. Look at me, sweet girl. Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful and all mine. Best girlfriend of all girlfriends. Best Valentine’s Day ever. Thank you, baby. Thank you thank you thank you-” 

The words-his tone, your body was no longer yours to control, and you couldn’t stop the explosion of heat that rocketed through you. He caught your choked moan in a brutal, all-consuming kiss, groaning just as loudly as he fucked up into you, and when you felt a fresh wave of cum leak out of you and down onto his cock, you let go of a soft sigh, collapsing against your boyfriend’s big chest. 

Several minutes passed as you caught your breaths, and when Kiri’s hips twitched up, a gasp caught in your throat and you clenched around him, feeling him tense in response. You both knew what that meant, and he groaned even as rolled you over, so your face was pressed against the mattress while he knelt behind you, hard dick already plunged deep inside your warmth, pulling a tiny mewl from you that made him grunt in approval. 

“That pussy still want more, baby? Don'tcha worry. I'll take care of you... After you drink some water, though."

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