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Kinktober: Writer's Choice w/prohero!Tenko Shimura

Tenko Shimura x gn/afab reader

Tenko Shimura will never forget the first time you walked up to him and confidently smashed all five fingers of his hand onto your face. Thanks to you, he also won't forget the conflicting night his quirk leveled up. Contains: gn/afab reader, suicide attempts, non graphic violence, lots of destruction, semi-public, outdoor sex, hair pulling, praise kink, marks (scratches, bite marks, bruises), creampie, biting, masturbation, oral sex, gagging, messy sex, dildo/toy use, very light vouyerism, coming untouched, come licking, finger sucking, aftercare, remote control/public, multiple orgasms. wc: 10k 🎃 kinktober masterlist 🎃

You'll never forget the look on Tenko Shimura's face when you walked up to him and stuck his ungloved hand flat onto your cheek. Sure, he'd been working on quirk control but he wasn't exactly good at it. And off guard? That should have killed you. Much to his amazement, you're still here.

It was your first year at UA, stuck in with the second years. Everyone else had experience. At least some idea of how to use their quirk in a heroic environment, but you had only just discovered yours.

For most of your life, you showed no signs of a meta ability. Given the prevalence of toe bone x-rays, you always knew you had a quirk. It's finding what it is that wasn't easy.

You wish you could say you handled it with grace, but that simply wasn't your life. After years of being treated worse for having no extra abilities to justify your existence, you took it upon yourself to leave this hell hole in the easiest way you could think to.

When you plummeted a solid skyscraper's distance off a bridge then simply bobbed to the surface like a buoy, you may have had the tiniest inkling that your previously absent quirk was responsible.

Queue the testing phase.

It wasn't just falling from great heights that didn't harm you. Pills you threw up immediately. Knives only bounced off your skin. When you threw yourself into the middle of a villain attack, every single hit reflected and had no effect on you. The moment you turned to walk away? You were knocked out immediately, landing yourself in a hospital bed.

After a quick evaluation, a "suicide risk" sign was placed outside your door. However, when the nature of your quirk was revealed there was some confusion on what to do about the sign. Eventually, it was determined that you weren't a danger to yourself. You couldn't be. It's not that you're immortal or than nothing can hurt you. However, you can't hurt you even via someone else.

This shouldn't be a surprise, but most of your experience with your quirk never phased you. No one keeps track of every time they narrowly miss cutting their hand with a kitchen knife or bump a hot surface for too short of a time to burn. Prior to this, you thought you were just really coordinated. That this is a common way to go through the world, you had nothing else to compare it to.

And that powerful quirk is how you were funneled straight to UA, thrown into the deep end, and slapped yourself in the face with Tenko’s decay quirk. As long as it's a choice that you're directly making, you're fine. You struggled to make many friends. Needless to say, most of your classmates had a different view on school and society in general having grown up with drastically different experiences. Arguably, you'd say your life would make you an even better hero. It's easier to know what people are going through if you've lived it. So you tried hard in class. You did the work, got the grades, and worked hard to catch up. But you never quite knew how to relate.

Tenko never really fit in either though.

After his quirk awakened, he killed his whole family. Had you known this, you wouldn't have hit yourself in the face with his hand, but by the time you learned — it was a bit late for that.

Most people would never let Tenko forget his past. They ignored his chosen tagline and called him the "murder hero" and brought up constant reminders of it. It gave him an odd relationship with his ability. On one hand, it's helpful and he could save a lot of people with it. But the power also terrified him, knowing exactly what it could do if he slipped up at all.

He was afraid of using it in training as well, especially while sparring with other students. Most of the others got to run full force at each other, if he did he'd kill someone. So, in that situation, he might as well have been quirkless. The two of you bonded over being left on the sidelines of most training activities. Always the first to lose, frequently in the nurse's office. Even if you can run head first into a fight without taking damage, people can sneak up on you. It was good to have someone to watch your back.

When you graduated UA, you ended up at the same agency. It was nice knowing a coworker, especially him. He's the best friend you've ever had. You began working under Eraserhead who, like you, has a quirk that is also mostly useful in combat but gives no advantage in strength or speed. And Tenko started working as Loud Cloud's sidekick. It's a good match, he can feel comfortable knowing he won't be able to decay a cloud. You both later learned that Shirakumo chose Tenko specifically after a close call with a collapsing building almost took him out. If it ever happened again, Tenko could chip away at a building like that in no time.

So, here you are. It's been more than three years since you began working at the agency and, as far as you know, neither of you have any plans to leave soon. The world can be cold and unaccepting, but you're happy enough in the sliver of life you've managed to carve out.

Halloween (yesterday) was long for everyone, but you and Tenko managed to escape some of the brunt of it given that your quirks weren't a good match for any of the bigger calls that came in. The rest of the team came back late, battered and exhausted. It's a small agency, which means today you're the only ones left to work.

You're drained from barely sleeping last night, but you roll out of bed mid-morning after staying at the agency and get ready. It should be a pretty lowkey day. Your agency is assigned to patrol the Dia De Los Muertos parade leading to the festival happening on the edge of the city. It takes up a few blocks surrounding the cemetery and goes late into the night. Given how crazy last night was, you would imagine most villains got their attacks out of the way already. This should be easy.

Still, you'll need all the energy you can get so you start a pot of coffee in the shared common room. Tenko joins you, one side of his light blue hair tousled from sleep. He looks just as tired as you, maybe more so.

"Morning," you mumble on autopilot while pouring each of you a cup of coffee. At this point, you've spent enough mornings in the agency with him that you know how he likes it.

"Thanks," his voice is groggy, cute. He's your best friend, you think to yourself, which means you're allowed to find him cute sometimes. That's normal. Who doesn't think their bestie is the cutest?

"How'd you sleep?" you ask, walking to a couch to lay down.

"Didn't," he replies, picking up your feet to sit under them. "Weird dreams."

"Want to talk about it?" you gulp down a few sips of your still too hot coffee. Not like it'll really burn you anyways.

"Nah," he says, staring at the floor. "It's just — I thought it would fade with time…" he trails off, eyes glancing up to meet yours. You get it.

"That dream," you answer for him.

"Yeah," he chews on his bottom lip.

"I'm sorry," you mumble. "Need anything?"

Tenko shakes his head. In this moment, it occurs to you that him working at the Dia De Los Muertos event today could be cathartic. Maybe it's what he needs to process everything. It could also be really difficult for him given how his family died. You're hoping for the first.

"Will you be okay to work today?" you ask, just in case.

"Yeah," he smiles reassuringly, but you notice how he continues to nervously scratch his neck. Either way, having something to focus on will probably be better than leaving him to sit around alone here all day while everyone else sleeps. This way, you'll be around too.

"Well," you check the time on your phone, "we have about 45 minutes before we need to head out and I need to shower. Meet you back here in half an hour and we can stop for food on the way out?"

"Sounds good," he downs the coffee, standing to get another cup. You ruffle his hair on the way out.

Sleepily, you wander back to your bunk space to grab a uniform and your towel.

There are many perks to working in a smaller agency, but the room sizes and shower situation aren't one of them. Each of your overnight rooms is something closer to a closet than you've seen at other, well funded agencies. It's a place to sleep though and it's relatively quiet here. Given that you work with five other heroes and sidekicks, the line for the singular shower can get pretty long sometimes. Last night, almost everyone came back covered in dust, sludge, and whatever else the villains they fought threw their direction so there was a long wait. You went to bed instead, Tenko opted to stay up and wait for everyone else to finish. Hopefully it's not too much of a mess after all of that.

Much to your surprise, it's not as bad as you've seen it, but it could be better. It's someone's turn to clean today, you forgot to check the spreadsheet so you don't remember who. You just know it's not your turn, you had last week. If there's anything you've learned from being here, it's to focus on your own work instead of doing someone else's. You can only hope they do a good enough job. For now, you keep you'd flip flops on as you step into the shower to rinse off.

As you rub the soap off your body, your mind wanders. It's done that a lot in the past few months. Probably because you haven't been able to come in over a month since you've been staying at the agency every night. Your hand slips between your legs, trying to tease out an orgasm. It's difficult when you're standing a step away from someone's stray boot print. Who wore those in here anyways?

Well, you tried.

Feeling somewhat refreshed, you get dressed ready to take on the day. You're one twelve hour shift away from sleeping in your own bed without an alarm. Night two of the festival is someone else's job, you don't need to think about it.

You've got this.

Tenko arrives in his own hero uniform and the two of you are out the door.

"Ready to throw yourself in traffic?" he jokes, seeming back to normal.

"Always," you smile, leading the way out the door. "Ready to crumble every building in town?"

"Definitely," he replies with a grin. It's nice to see him smile.

The rest of the day goes well, easy. You quickly find food on the way without much of a wait. When you make it to the start of the parade to check in with the officials, you're told they don't expect a villain attack — you're just here as a precaution with the amount of people showing up. This means you're free to wander about and enjoy yourselves as long as you keep an eye out.

The parade is great, the floats are pretty and colorful. You don't remember the last time you saw so many flowers. Tenko seems to be in an okay mood too — he's quiet sometimes and still tired, but all things considered, he could be doing a lot worse.

Day fades to night and the festivities continue. Neither of you brought any photos for the public ofrenda. You considered it, but you know that Tenko took out his whole house as a kid so you don't think he has any of his family to add and didn't want to make him feel left out. Still, you can't help but feel something as you look at the loved ones of others surrounded in marigolds.

Then something catches your eye at a distance. There's a large creature stomping up the street a few blocks down. In your ongoing exhaustion, you could be seeing things so you nudge Tenko for confirmation. All the blood leaves his face. His jaw drops, hanging slack as he tries to process it. That confirms what you're seeing, it's definitely real. The two of you exchange glances before sprinting through the crowd.

At a closer look, it almost looks like a person, just mutated. On top of that, it has a quirk — it drops into the ground, leaving a trail of cracked concrete before popping back up to the surface. The two of you rush in. It's not a good match up for your abilities since neither of you have super strength, but you still have to try — there's no one else here to help. Even if you did call for backup, every agency in the city is stretched thin after last night.

You chase the creature, drawing it away from the festival. In addition to the burrowing quirk, it regenerates after each hit. Is that even possible? Double quirks are rare, but having two with that strength and size as well? It's unheard of.

It moves quickly in spite of it's size, making you feel overwhelmed as you desperately try to dodge or run into the attacks. Each time you move towards it, your punches do nothing. Then it's gone again, leaving you unable to use your quirk to protect yourself until it surfaces again. You're struggling for survival when you need to find a way to defeat it.

Tenko jumps in, fighting alongside you. You always forget how agile he actually is, even without extra abilities to help. He's holding back his punches, afraid to fully let loose. He does that a lot; combat has never been his preference for that reason. This time there's something else going on too, he's reacting but it's like he's in a daze. The villain aims another quirk at you and Tenko’s body moves without him. The two of you are sleep deprived, but this is on another level.

The villain throws a car in your direction. It grinds over the pavement with an awful screech. He swipes again, nearly taking you out before ducking beneath the surface. This time Tenko follows. Unlike his past hits, this one slams down at full force — splaying all five fingers into the ground. And —

You stand paralyzed in awe, you've never seen anything like it. The shockwave not only hits the villain, but the entire street stretching through the deserted business district. Entire skyscrapers drop to dust and rubble. There's no movement beneath the ground. Everything is completely still and silent as the dust cloud begins to settle. What was once a row of towers is now nothing but a debris filled crater. There's a feeling in your gut that goes beyond horror. Everything is fucked but you feel, impressed? You're not sure if that's the word for it. Your heart is pounding in your chest from the leftover adrenaline, you can barely think straight as it is.

Tenko freezes, mouth slack and wide eyed. It would appear that he didn't know he could do that either. You aren't sure what to say, if there is anything to say. The air feels thick. In spite of the overwhelming victory, he looks so defeated. His shoulders drop and knees look like they're about to give out from under him. Reassuringly, you grab his hand. He tenses slightly at the touch before realizing you won't be hurt by it. The two of you stand like this, standing in the remnants of the city.

It's dark so you can't see very well, but his hair looks lighter. Almost white. Can that happen after big life occurences like this?

Eventually, you let go — walking to the edge of the decay to get a better look. You don't notice the lack of touch, but he does. He's acutely aware of your movements right now. Watching your face for the tiniest bit of a reaction. Slowly, he approaches.

"Do you think anyone…" he starts, trailing off.

"No. It's midnight on a holiday," you reply. "There's definitely not anyone down here."

"Still…" He stares into the ruins. “The HPSC is going to kill me,” he grumbles.

You open your mouth to reply, searching for the words to comfort him, but he continues.

"I thought I could control my quirk," he says, picking up a piece of concrete and decaying everything but the rebar inside. "…but this is…"

"Hot," you let slip in the tiniest voice.

God, there's something so fucking wrong with you. Your best friend just destroyed a chunk of the city, leaving nothing but crumbled buildings and dust and you're…horny? This shouldn't be a turn-on. None of these thoughts belong in your head. It's probably some weird trauma response where your brain is redirecting you to something nicer. It's not that you actually want him to destroy the whole city. But still, you feel it.

He's going to think you're deranged.

Tenko’s voice shakes as he walks closer. "What did you say?"

"I—" you start, wishing the wreckage would engulf you so you never have to live through this conversation. "I uh—"

"You're," his crimson eyes stare into yours, curiously, "not afraid of me right now?"

"Ten, you're my best friend. I've never been afraid of you."

"Even if I'm—"

"There's nothing wrong with you," you cup his cheeks in your hands. "No one can control their quirk when it first manifests or when it awakens. None of this makes you a bad person." The world could use a few less bank headquarter buildings anyways, you think to yourself.

He stares at you for a moment, considering something. Then, he leans in tentatively, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is quick, catching you off guard. He inches back still tense, afraid to get too close. Scared that one wrong move right now could destroy everything he cares about.

But you know better.

His hands hang at his sides, tucked into fists. You grab one pressing it into the back of your neck for him to hold you closer. Your fingers linger over his, keeping him there. He kisses you deeper this time, cracked lips rolling over yours. You don't recall Tenko ever dating anyone, but he's not bad at this. Maybe it's all of the emotions you both have behind it. His mouth moves back just enough to speak, lips still ghosting over yours.

"Can we go back to you saying this is hot?" he asks, breathily. Much to your surprise, he doesn't seem upset about it.

"You're really powerful, of course it's hot. And it's you, you're still…you." Your fingers run around his neck, into his hair, pulling him close again.

It's everything he's wanted for so long. You're the only person who wants him near them and he never imagined you'd be okay with being this close. Especially not after what you just saw. You witnessed the worst part of him and still, you're here — accepting him like he didn't just destroy eight city blocks with one hand.

Tenko's breath catches as you gently grip his hair at the scalp. You never knew how much you wanted this until you have it. Now, you can't get enough of him. The way he kisses you, how he reacts to your slightest touch.

"Tell me where you want to hold me," you breathe, hand still pressing his into your neck. "Tell me everything you want."

What he wants. It's cute that you asked, not knowing that he's had years to think about it. His mind swirls with ideas, most he could never say out loud. He wants you on him. Or maybe under him. Whichever brings you the closest. He needs you so close that it's impossible to tell where he ends and you begin. Tenko also wants to rip your clothes off. Or to decay them off your body, you'd probably be into that. Then, he'd touch you everywhere you'd let him. Make you feel good. He needs to hear you moan his name. Scream it all night until you have no voice left. To leave a trail of bite marks down your neck. Or for you to do that to him. Some form of evidence this actually happened. He wants everyone to know. For you to want everyone to know. Tenko wants you to show him off. To be proud of him and proud to be with him. He wants anything and everything you could possibly give him and he wants it all so desperately. But for now…

"Waist," he rasps out, letting your hand drag his around your lower back. You smile at him before leaning in to suck his bottom lip between your teeth. Led by yours, his fingers trace over your spine and — fuck.

He forgot that your quirk only works on you and not your clothes. Decaying your uniform off was hotter in his head. More passionate and in the moment knowing you wanted it. This almost feels like a violation, unless…

You gasp, did he actually do that? Adding to the growing list of things you didn't realize you were into, you grab the front of his uniform, yanking him to the ground with you. The concrete slab feels hard and cool beneath your back, but you're too preoccupied to care. Tenko hovers over you, his hand lingering near yours.

"Show me where you want me to touch you," he mutters in your ear before kissing his way down your neck. You wrap your hand around his fingers, pressing onto your collarbone before dragging lower. Your eyes stare up into his, waiting. Realizing what you want, all five of his finger tips grip the cup of your bra, decaying the entire thing. You arch your back, pressing his hand onto you.

That time it was hot. If he wasn't painfully hard before, he is now. Your other hand reaches down to trace the outline of his cock pressing into his pants.

For a moment you wonder how this didn't happen sooner. The two of you are close, really close. It shouldn't have taken Tenko destroying a whole city district for you to finally hook-up.

Better late than never though.

Your nipple grows hard between his fingers as he squeezes. You move his hands how you want them, drawing them over your body. A trail of goosebumps follow his touch.

Nervously, you pull his hand lower. He decays what's left of your clothing, leaving you bare on the concrete. Your fingers press over his, pushing him through your folds. Tenko's eyes light up when he realizes how wet you are. You're practically dripping for him and he's barely even touched you. Carefully, your finger dips into you, taking his along with it. His jaw drops watching. You continue touching yourself how you usually would, but it feels better when it's his fingers.

Tenko is amazed at how tight you feel, clenching around his knuckles as you fuck yourself with his hand. Your other hand continues to play with him; teasing through the fabric. He could almost come like this, but it seems like you have other ideas. Your fingers shake as you unclasp his belt. It slips to the ground with a thud before you work your way down the buttons. Most heroes prefer lycra — your agency leans into something closer to street clothes which is fortunate for you now as you easily jerk the front of his pants down along with the underwear, letting his dick bounce free with relative ease.

It looks so heavy at this angle. You're not sure what you expected, you never really thought about it, but you find yourself taken aback by how pretty he is everywhere. Has this always just been there every time you've hung out? Your mind swirls with new thoughts, there's no way you'll ever be able to look at him the same way again.

His pink tip is dripping in anticipation; you need more. "Hey, Ten," you stare up at him, lazily stroking his length. "Need more of you now."

"Yeah," he gulps, "I can do that." His hands pull away, pushing his pants down further as he climbs between your legs. As he lines himself up with you, he pauses. "So, I uh. I've never…"

You could have guessed that. The two of you have been best friends for a while and you've never seen him do anything close to flirting. If he'd ever succeeded in sleeping with someone, you would have heard about it. It's not a big deal though, you're not exactly getting laid much either.

"That's fine," you murmur, "I'm sure you'll do great."

He smirks, slowly rubbing his tip over you. You're impossibly turned on and completely naked under your best friend in the remnants of the destruction he let loose earlier. And for the moment, you forget where you are. It doesn't matter that you're out in the open where someone could walk past at any time. It's not the most populated area, but there's no way an explosion of this size could go unnoticed. So, you hurry.

"Need you now," you practically demand. He gives in immediately, slowly stretching into you.

He can feel you constrict around him as your legs begin to shake. Without experience, he's not sure if that's normal but he loves it either way. Your hands wrap around his shoulders, digging into the skin. He slides out, pressing in again harder, trying to keep a steady pace. Your breath quickens, moans growing louder. It doesn't take much for you to practically convulse around him as he tries so desperately to hold it together.

"Ten, you feel so fucking good," you moan. You swear you can feel his dick twitching as you speak.

Your voice is everything he's ever wanted; he needs more. "Keep talking," he groans in your ear.

"You're doing so perfect," you coo, "I needed you so fucking bad."

That's it, the one that sends him over the edge. You want this, you want him. His mouth wraps around the top of your shoulder, sucking in your skin as his muffled cries escape. After a few stuttered thrusts, he lets up. With clenched fists, he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he pants into your neck.

"Is that," he breathes hard, "what it's always like?"

"It is for us," you kiss his cheek, then the birthmark on his jaw. You want to stay like this, in this exact moment. It's growing late though and you know someone will arrive soon enough. There's already a low murmur building in the distance. "We have to go," you whisper.

Tenko groans, but presses up nonetheless. Slowly, he pulls his dick out of you, pausing in awe of the way his come drips. You're right to be in a hurry though, so reluctantly he stands. He holds a hand, pulling you up with him. Then, he takes off his shirt.

"What are you doing?" you ask, watching him strip to his underwear.

"I decayed all of your clothes," he replies, "and I'm not letting you walk home naked. So, here." He holds his uniform out to you. You were so in the moment, you completely forgot where everything leading up to this leaves you after.

"Thanks," you mumble, getting dressed in a rush.

It's awkward, walking back, but given the amount of concrete you're both covered in, the few people you do come across don't ask questions. No one wants to know if it means having to spend the rest of their evening taking you to the hospital or giving a witness statement. That's a hero's job.

Walking through the agency doors, it occurs to Tenko that being in his underwear with you in his uniform might look worse than just saying your clothes went to dust with the rest of the block. In any case, he wasn't about to leave you naked when it was his fault your clothes were destroyed. He can deal with anything that comes up, this way you won't have to.

Fortunately, no one is around the in halls as you walk in at two am. Exhausted, you visit the restroom before slipping into your own space to change out of his uniform. Just as you close the door, Aizawa's voice sounds through the common space.

"Care to explain why you're half naked and covered in dust?"

"Something happened with my quirk," you hear Tenko say quietly before their footsteps fade down the hallway.

Last night, Tenko slept better than he has in years. After a long debriefing process and passing the rest of the report off to the heroes above him, he crawled into bed and passed out immediately. No nightmares, just a deep and uninterrupted sleep. It's weird, with the stress of everything he'd usually have insomnia. However, quirk awakenings are exhausting.

Today is another story though. There will be another meeting to attend, later in the afternoon. A lot could come up, it's hard to say at this point. Until then he gets to have a leisurely morning. He's nervous, but pushes the feeling aside as much as he can.

Instead, he focuses in on what he can control. He can clean himself up so he can be presentable at the meeting later.

Tenko throws on some shorts with the shirt he fell asleep in, grabs a towel, and heads for the shower. Given what happened last night, he should feel a lot worse. Stepping into the shower, he lets the cold water rush over him as it starts to warm. Fortunately, he had you. Without you he doesn't know what he would have done.

Flashes from the night before rush through his mind. You underneath him. The way you moaned his name. How hot you looked falling apart in his arms. He'll never forget how his come looked dripping out of you. Maybe if there's a next time, he can watch for longer or maybe finger it out. In spite of the stress, Tenko now has a raging boner and needs to deal with it. His hands reach down as he leans his forehead into the tile wall, closing his eyes and letting the memories take over.

The agency is quiet when you wake-up. It's nice. You're not sure what commotion you thought there would be, but after what happened last night you were certain it would be more chaotic around here. Instead, you have a singular email informing you of a follow-up meeting that afternoon. It doesn't seem like anyone is upset, just routine paperwork type of stuff.

You hope you're reading it right.

As soon as you sit up, you begin to assess the damage. A few bumps and scrapes from being thrown around by the villain, but otherwise you're not doing too bad — thanks to Tenko. You're reminded of him again when you shift and feel your underwear drenched between your legs. You probably should have cleaned up better last night.

Some of that's new though.

As fun as it was to have quick, in the moment sex, you're still left more turned on than you had time to deal with. That's fine, you tell yourself, you have to shower before the meeting anyways. After spending more than half of the past month here, you brought a dildo in your bag to recenter yourself and keep your mind on hero work. In retrospect, you probably felt distracted in the first place from being around Tenko all the time, but you hadn't quite connected the dots until last night. You also never had the right time to use it, so it didn't really matter. Either way, it works out great now. It's the kind that suctions to something and the newly cleaned shower tiles here should work well for that. You wrap it in your towel and head down the hall.

In your distractedness, you fail to notice the sound of the shower water as you approach. In Tenko's, he forgot to turn the lock. As soon as you walk through, closing the door behind you, you see him through the steam — skin flushed and eyes heavy lidded, his hand tightly wrapped around his dick. And in your surprise, you let your towel slip — dropping the dildo which promptly rolls to his feet. It takes a moment for each of you to register what you're seeing. You're mortified.

"Wait. Did you come in here to…" he trails off.

"Did you?" you ask, transfixed on him in front of you. It was dark last night which made it harder to see as much. You were right about is hair, it is white now. The lighter strands look cute though, framing his face as they run down to his shoulders. On top of that, he's a lot more toned than you remember. He felt strong in your arms, but now you can see every line of every muscle. And more. His hand drops from his erection, moving to pick up your dildo.

"Purple?" he asks, looking it over.

"That's just the color it came in," you mumble. He holds it to himself to compare before shrugging. You saw him last night, but didn't have a chance to take in how beautiful he is. Fully erect and practically throbbing, you have to work not to stare at him. You're practically drooling.

"Can I?" you ask, his eyes widen as you strip off your clothes and drop to your knees in front of him. The warm water hits the back of your head and runs down your body. Tenko stares down at you, nodding quickly.

Running your fingers over his hips, you caress your way in to replace the spots where you saw his hands earlier. You gaze up at him as you wrap your mouth around the tip of his dick. He sighs.

"Wait," he murmurs, reaching for something. You watch as he squats in front of you, reaching between your legs. The dildo grips to the floor with a splash. Lightly, you feel one of Tenko's fingers guiding your hips back. He circles over your clit a few times with his other hand before spreading your lips around it to slide the rest into place.

"Sink onto it," his voice is hotter than you remember, how have you ever gotten through a conversation with him? Slowly, you lower and take as much of it as you can. He watches intently. "How's that feel?" he asks, thumb returning to your clit.

Breathily, you reply, "feels great."

"Good," he flashes a smile at you. His hand lingers, moving how you showed him last night as he kisses you. Then he stands, strokes himself a few times, and lets you resume.

He feels bigger in your mouth than you thought he would, especially at this angle. Using your hands, you grip him how you briefly saw him doing it earlier while sucking as much of him as you can fit.

His fingers twist into your hair with his pinky carefully pointed away. Tenko can control his quirk really well at this point in life, he just gets nervous about it. Especially after last night. The echo of his moans fill the room, turning you on even more. Feeling bold, you push further, taking him into your throat. He gasps at the sound of you practically choking on his dick.

You try to remember yourself too, but it's a lot to keep track of. With the dildo inside of you, Tenko hitting the back of your throat, and his hands wrapped in your hair it's almost overwhelming.

Tenko stares down at you, feeling the same. "I'm so close," he whines, eyes slamming shut as he leans back into the wall. His thighs tense as his hips jump forward. You continue working your tongue over him as his come sprays the back of your throat and fills your mouth. Your lips drop open, letting it spill out as you squeeze out the last few drops.

Taking a few deep breaths, Tenko's eyes peak open and gaze down at you. Even in the shower, you're a mess. His come covers your lower lip and chin, dripping it's way down your tits. His free hand scoops a drop off the tip of your nipple, making you twitch. He stares at it for a moment before his middle finger swoops more up from your chin and slides it back into your mouth. Your lips take him in as he presses down onto your tongue. You continue sucking his finger with the same motions as before, staring deep into his eyes. To no one's surprise, he's completely hard again.

"Again?" you giggle, voice muffled by his finger in your mouth.

"No, now I just want to watch," he stares down at you, pulling his finger away. "It's your turn."

Distracted, you forgot about yourself. Your legs are shaking as you lower onto the dildo again before sliding back up. His hand twists further into your hair, pulling at your scalp as you move. This should hurt, in any other circumstance, but right now it feels amazing.

"Oh come on, y/n. I know you can take more than that," his words are softer than you'd expect as he joins you on the floor. "You did last night."

Widening your legs a bit, you sink back down, letting him watch. You feel like you've almost gotten most of it when his hands move to hover over your hips. "Press them down," he instructs, letting your palms direct him. As soon as you do, he grips you harder, bouncing you on it. The feeling shoots through your core, then your entire body. He keeps a steady pace, watching as you fall apart on the shower floor. Just when you don't think you can take any more, another wave of pleasure flows through you. Your come sprays enough to land on the side of his leg. Your eyes follow a water trail up his thigh to see that he's also dripping, he came again just from watching you? You weren't even touching him. You start to feel overstimulated, "it's getting, uh, it's too much," you choke out. His hands slow, carefully pulling you off and over his lap. You curl up against his chest, forehead resting on his cheek.

Tenko holds you close and the stress of everything catches up. You don't know if you want to laugh or cry. It's been such a long and overwhelming 24 hours that it all blurs together into one big mess. At least you have him.

The meeting starts two minutes early with the three pro heroes from your agency and a few HPSC officials. One of them seems to be in charge.

"There was a substantial amount of damage," she begins, "it'll be expensive and time consuming to rebuild." Tenko cringes. You grab his hand under the table, squeezing. Whatever happens, he has you. It'll be okay.

"However," she continues, "it's easy to see what happened. While the cameras on that street were completely destroyed, the security footage we have leading up to the area clearly showed a villain of substantial size and strength. It's not a stretch to see how that level of destruction could come about from such an individual." You let out the breath you've been holding since you walked in. "And," the official checks her notes, "it says here that the earlier statement mentioned it having multiple quirks? That's quite abnormal, but we've been having reports like this more often. If I'm being honest, this is the real reason we came here today: tell me everything you can remember about this creature."

The meeting continues as you both give all the details you can remember about the villain. Eventually, you've repeated yourself enough that there's no point in continuing. It's decided by your own agency that the two of you will take the rest of the week off to recover from the experience. Everyone stands to leave and relief washes over you.

That's it.

"We got lucky this time, don't let it happen again," Yamada mutters under his breath to Tenko as you all spill out into the hallway. He nods. "Stay behind for a moment," adds Aizawa, "I'd like to talk to you before you leave."

Tenko's heart nearly stops in his chest.

"So," he continues as soon as everyone else clears the area, "y/n?"

"What about y/n?" Tenko plays stupid for a moment, not knowing how anyone could have caught on. Maybe he's talking about something else, like the official said — there weren't any security cameras left in the area.

"You and y/n, when did that start?" he asks again.

"I—we're friends."

"There are scratch marks down your back," Aizawa stares at him.

"V—villain attack," Tenko replies.

"And how about the shower earlier today? Was the villain in there too?" he asks, pointedly.

"Please don't get y/n into trouble, it was my idea," Tenko mutters.

Much to his surprise, Aizawa laughs. "If fucking in the agency shower got you in trouble, I doubt many heroes would still have jobs. But," he continues, "you really should be careful. We can't lose a third of our agency to pregnancy leave all at once."

Tenko groans. It was bad enough having that talk from All Might as a teenager, it's worse now that he's a grown adult hearing it from one of the heroes he looks up to. It's a good a point, but Tenko is the one who took you to your IUD appointment then let you cry on his couch all night after as you recovered. He knows it's not a big risk.

"Thanks," he mumbles, face beet red. "But it's not a concern…uh, that's… I'm gonna go now." Tenko collects his belongings, turning before he disappears out the door. "Thanks for not firing me, I'm really sorry about everything."

Later that night, you're lying in bed. It's nice to be home, in your own place. Comfortable, at least. You spent the day doing laundry and other overdue chores but now there's nothing left to distract you. After everything that's happened, you feel so alone.

You pull out your phone to text Tenko, only to find messages from him already.

T: u up?

T: kidding

T: but really though, are you awake? i don't feel like being home alone now

"yeah," you reply, "want to come over?" Tenko texts back almost instantly.

T: yes.

T: otw

"perfect," you type back, "see you soon." Setting your phone down, you lay back onto your bed.

He's still your best friend, but now you're more than friends? You wonder if he wants that, if he's even had a chance to think about what he wants. There has been so much happening with so many emotions surrounding it all that you wonder if he didn't just get caught up in the moment. Just because you're discovering your newfound feelings for him doesn't mean he feels the same.

Half an hour later, you hear the twist of a key and Tenko walks in. "Sorry it took a while," he says while kicking his shoes off at the door, "the villain attack is on the front page of every paper. I got stopped by three different reporters on the way over. We probably shouldn't go out much for a few days."

You almost wonder how they recognized him. He's wearing a massive hoodie and cozy pants with a mask and gloves, only his eyes and hair are showing. He takes off the sweatshirt and mask, leaving them by the door with his backpack.

Like usual, Tenko jumps onto the bed next to you. He's done this since you were in high school, but now it feels different. His eyes rake over you, taking in every bump, bruise, and bite mark. The shorts and tank top you changed into don't cover much. He leans over, gently kissing the dark spot he left on your shoulder before making his way over the rest of your body. It's sweet; still, you're too sore from earlier to do much more than this. When his lips press onto the inside of your thigh, you say something.

"Hey, uh," you try to find the right words for it. You don't want him to stop, but you also don't want to mislead him. "This is cute, but it's been a while for me and we did a lot so I don't think I'm up for more than this right now."

"Not trying to get laid," he mumbles, continuing down your legs. His lips are gentle in contrast to your injuries. You don't remember the last time you felt anything this nice. He kisses a scrape on your ankle then crawls back up the bed, settling into your arms. "I'll be nicer next time though," he says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek.

"It's not that," you adjust your knees to fit between his. "It was just a lot in a day after nothing for so long."

He smiles, "I get that. I can still be nicer though. I waited for years for the right time, the least I can do is ease into it for you."

Tenko spends the night, drifting off to sleep in your arms. You've read that quirk awakenings can absolutely sap someone of their energy for a while and that appears to be the case for him. Coming three times right after probably didn't help either. You stay awake for a bit longer, thinking about all the moments you should have realized there was something going on between the two of you.

There was the time in high school when he got in a fight because someone made fun of you. He didn't win, refusing to use his quirk while the other guy let loose on him.

Then later that night when you stayed up holding an ice pack to his cheek while he played video games. He looked cute, even with a black eye. You told him that. He never replied, blushing profusely behind his hair.

When the two of you were hired to the same agency and decided to go out and celebrate. You quickly learned that neither of you like taking shots, but you love dancing with each other. He couldn't peel his eyes away from your lips the whole night. Maybe if he had it in him to kiss you, the two of you could have been doing this the whole time.

Every time you've looked to Tenko only to find him already staring at you. And how the two of you always glance at each other first, seeing what the other is thinking for validation.

You always thought you were the only person he let near him because your quirk made that somewhat safe, but the more you think about it, neither of you ever tried to be that close with anyone else. It was always just you and him. The signs have all been there for a while, you were just too busy to notice them.

The next day and a half passes by effortlessly. In spite of everything, your lives start to normalize again. You order takeout, play games, and try not to doom scroll while theories about the villain attack circulate through every news source. An hour ago, All Might just took out some sludge villain which knocks the two of you off the front page.

"We could go out," Tenko says, sprawling out on your couch. "I'll buy you dinner or we can watch a movie or something."

"You have for the past two nights," you reply.

"I mean, like a date. It's different," he clarifies.

"So, you're asking me on a date?"

"No," he grumbles, "I mean, kind of. Do I still have to ask or are we past all of that by now?"

"I guess you don't," you reply. "We should probably change though," you glance down at the stained sweatpants you've been wearing for two days straight. "Help me pick something out? Just because you're my boyfriend doesn't mean you get out of best friend duties." You don't think you've ever seen Tenko smile so big.

"Now I definitely don't have to specify when it's a date," he jumps up from the couch and runs to your dresser.

"This," he says, holding up a sweater. "With this," he passes more clothes to you. "And," sliding your underwear drawer open, already knowing where you keep everything. "I like these." The corner of a box sticks out, he picks it up. "What's this," he asks looking over the packaging.

"It's uh, when I bought the other one there was a buy one get one half off sale and—"

"It's cute," he says, pulling the tiny vibrator out of the box. "And it connects to an app?"

"Yeah," you thought you'd end up using it at some point, but given that you didn't have anyone to use it with that never happened.

"Get ready," Tenko says, still looking it over. "I'll buy tickets to that new horror movie that just came out then we can go. We can grab dinner after that. Maybe we can test this out too? I'll get it set-up and clean it and stuff. If you're feeling up for things like that again."

"Sure," you reply, "don't we need to stop by your place so you can change too?"

"Nah," he gestures to his backpack.

"You packed date clothes?"

"That was the plan coming over here," he says. "Where else would this lead?" He has a point, you don't just hook up with your best friend without it going somewhere.

The two of you get ready, looking presentable for the first time in days. Tenko sits at the edge of your bed. He's wearing black pants that are less torn than most of his clothes and a newer black v-neck. His messy white hair is really growing on you.

"Come here," he says patting the bed next to him. There's a look in his eye that you don't see often. You sit, hesitantly. He kneels on the floor in front of you, pulling off the pants you just put on, followed by your underwear. He leans in, making big flat licks over you. It's sudden, but feels amazing.

"You know a lot for someone who's never done any of this before," you moan down at him.

"I have the internet," he replies, slowly sliding a finger in to stretch.

"Porn is fake though," you choke out as his finger curves.

"I said the internet, not porn." He sits upright, grabbing the toy from the bed. "Let me know if it's too much tonight."

"Uh huh," you whimper as he slides it in. It's not big, but enough that you feel it.

"Really," he says, pulling your underwear back up. "Let me know."

A few minutes later, you're out the door.

The walk to the theater is fast and, like you'd hoped, free of journalists or anyone asking questions. Most people don't even notice the two of you walking down the sidewalk. You pass through the doors, your tickets are scanned, and you split up. The two of you have been going to movies together since high school, you know exactly where to sit and what the other person wants from concessions. Tenko gets in line for snacks as you grab a seat in the back row of the theater. Shortly after, he joins you.

You've done this so many times before, but this time it's different. Not just because you're waiting for him to activate the app on his phone, it's cuter too. More of an actual date. You grab his hand, pushing the armrest back out of the way. He leans into you, dropping his head onto your shoulder. The movie starts, something about demonic possession and a haunted house, but you're barely paying attention. All you can think about is the way Tenko's hand feels in yours, the warmth of him by your side, and when he's going to adjust the settings on you.

Half of the movie passes as you wait in anticipation. So far, nothing. You aren't sure when Tenko will turn the vibrator on or what he's waiting for. Every time you look at him for clues, he just points at the movie. Maybe he's too distracted to remember.

Just as you think he forgot, his arm reaches around you, landing near your shoulder. Subtly, he reaches down pinching your nipple. You glance over at him and he shrugs, still pretending to be very interested in the movie. When you look back at the screen, you feel it — a sharp pulse straight through your core. You choke back a gasp. Then, it stops. You look to him again and he simply points at the screen again.

A few more minutes pass and it ramps up again. This time slowly building. You reach for his thigh, gripping to hold onto something. Then, once more it stops. This carries on a few more times. By the time the credits roll, he has you holding your breath as you try not to cry out as he turns it up to the fullest peed.

"You okay," he smiles, pretending he doesn't know what he's doing to you. Your arm wraps around his as the two of you leave, the vibration continues.

"So, dinner next?" Tenko asks as you push through the double doors.

"No," you practically whisper, "it's too much."

Everything slows.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks more seriously.

"No," you whine, "I want you to take me home and fuck me."

"I've always wanted to hear you say that." He holds his hand out for you to grab, ushering you down the sidewalk. He's still wearing gloves, but acts on autopilot. "My place is closer."

By the time you stumble through the door into Tenko's apartment, you're nearly lightheaded from the stimulation. He walks you to his couch before returning to lock the door and flip some blue led lights on. He switches them to pink.

You struggle as you peel the pants off your legs, leaving them in a heap with your shoes and socks. Tenko returns shortly after, taking in the sight of you face down with one leg hanging over the edge of the couch and the other propped up on a pillow. The toy is still in you, still pulsing at full force. His fingertip brushes over your underwear — shocked at how drenched you are, even through the fabric.

"Wow," he mutters to himself, "this thing is really strong."

"Uh huh," you reply, melting into his sofa. "It's so much."

"Feels like you're enjoying it," he says, sliding your underwear to your knees.

"Please fuck me now," you practically beg. The vibration slows before coming to a stop. His gloved hands pull you up to a better angle. You feel him kiss your back and neck before he slides the toy in and out a few times. Eventually, he pulls it out completely and slowly replaces it with himself. The vibrator was on the smaller side so he's definitely bigger, but you're so turned on that the stretch doesn't matter. As he promised before, Tenko is careful. His arms wrap around you, holding you as he presses into your pussy agonizingly slow.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Ten," you breathe. His hips jump into you. "I needed you so bad, you're going to make me come so fast."

He whimpers at your words, then again even louder as he realizes you weren't exaggerating. Your back arches pressing yourself into him as he picks up the pace. You're gripping the pillow, crying his name as your come drips down his thigh. He can barely hold himself together, thinking about Playstation controllers and whatever else is lying around to distract himself a bit. When you seem to have ridden out most of your orgasm, occasionally twitching around him, he let's himself relax too. Grabbing your hips hard enough to leave bruises, he pulls you close to him as he fills you with his own come.

Tenko rests here for a moment, staying inside of you as his breathing evens. He rubs your hips, massaging over his finger prints. For a moment, he feels bad. He said he'd be nicer and take it easy on you. However, that's easier said than done when you moan even louder when he's rough.

Slowly, he pulls out. Ass still in the air, you hum into the pillow you're practically wrapped around. You seem content, happy even. He sits back on his knees, fully intending to give you a break.

Then, some of his come starts to drip out of you.

Last time it was dark and harder to see anything. Tonight, he has a full view of everything on display. You feel his thumb rub over your clit, making you moan again. He presses harder, making you clench around nothing — even more gushes out. Tenko has seen his own come all the time. It's not that exciting. However, watching it spill out over your folds is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. Did you really let him do that? Fully hard again, he can't help himself.

You feel Tenko’s warm breath before his tongue slips over you. Clenching the couch pillow harder, you press back into his face as he easily gets you worked up again. You're not sure if it was the hour of vibrating foreplay or the ongoing thrill of getting to fuck your best friend, but whatever it is is surging through you again, begging to be released.

"Ten," you cry into the couch, "don't stop."

He doesn't think he'll ever get used to this. Your hand reaches back, entwining your fingers with his as you roll through another high. Tenko whines as he joins you.

Moments later, Tenko pulls his pants completely off, throwing them on the ground before he lays across the couch with you. You turn to face him, kissing him deeply before cuddling up into his chest.

"Don't even have to touch you, huh?" you tease.

"No," he grumbles, "you could probably just talk and I'd get there."

You laugh, but know there's some seriousness to it. There always is in his jokes.

Eventually, you have to leave the couch. He helps you to the shower, giving you the first turn as he orders takeout as promised. You trade off, surprising the delivery person when you answer the door in nothing but a t-shirt and his underwear. The rest of the night is quiet, easy like usual. You go to bed early, exhausted from the evening.

Tenko climbs in next to you. Holding you as close as he can, taking it all in. It's been such a long week. His quirk. The destruction that he still feels bad for. You. The warmth of you in his arms that he thought he'd never get to feel.

When he checks his phone before bed, there's an email from Shirakumo. The sludge villain in the news escaped again, overwhelming the small agency you work for. Both of you were called in early to cover for everyone tomorrow. Slowly, Tenko silences his phone and puts it back on the charger. He doesn't wake you, you look too peaceful for him to interrupt. Tomorrow you'll be thrown back into the deep end, but for now everything is perfect.

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